The English to my American // Dreamnotfound

Chapter Eight

Dream steps into the dorm room as he closes the door, noticing that the brunette hasn't even touched his plate of food.

''Not hungry?'' he then asks the brunette.

''It's cold.'' the brunette replies blankly.

Dream goes over to the bowl to feel the warmth of the food, ''Feels quite warm to me'' he then looks at the brunette.

He doesn't say anything.

Dream then quickly sits by the side of the brunette's bed,

''I can ask for it to be warmed up, if you'd like'' he asks.

''It's fine'' the brunette replies in a quiet tone.

Dream takes the plate of food anyway and leaves the dorm in order to heat it up for the brunette.

Entering the dorm again he then places the plate of food next to the brunette again.

After a while of Dream just sitting on the edge of his bed scrolling through on his phone boredly, he remembers the text messages he had received earlier that day.

He looks over at the brunette and calls out his name, ''George?''

''Yeah?'' he replies

Dream then slowly hesitates, ''I-I've received a few messages earlier this day'' he then quickly rambles.

When the brunette doesn't reply, now slightly looking at the blonde.

He continues, ''Hold up, I'll just show you.''

He then goes by the brunette's bed and sits on the edge of it, shoving his phone with opened text messages to his hands.

As the brunette reads the texts his face suddenly drops and shivers running through his whole body.

Dream notices brunette's behaviour, ''George, are you alright?'' he then asks with a concerned look on his face.

''I think I'm pretty sure I know who this is'' he replied while feeling a lump form in his throat.

George wasn't sure if he should talk about his ex-girlfriend with the blonde. It's not like they knew each other for that long either-, but the feeling inside him trusting the boy, feeling of comfort when he is with him and how the blonde always assures him that he is going to be okay.

The voice of his ex-girlfriend words proving him otherwise. To believe that he is not worth those kind words nor actions from anyone. All those years when he was told by her by how miserable he was.

His mind telling him that he should not tell the blonde, yet his heart aching for some sense of comfort. God he sounded so desperate again.

''George?'' Dream then asks again, staring at the brunette whose eyes reddened every passing second.

''It's no one'' he snaps out of his trance glaring down at the text messages all over again.

''George,'' Dream begins, ''I hope you know it is just 'no one', someone is very obviously trying to have some way of control over you''

George's heart shatters into a million pieces as he realises the blonde might be right. But why is his mind still telling him otherwise.

''Please, talk to me, George'' he tried again.

George feels like everything is shattering all the sudden, his heart is a million pieces all around his insides.

''My ex.'' tears begin slowly to roll down his eyes.

''You can talk to me'' Dream said, ''It matters, George''

Dream brings the brunette into a hug, the brunette almost instantly burying his head into his hoodie.