Chapter 33 - Drunken Regrets

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CLAY

I open my eyes and immediately wish I didn't.

An intense headache takes over my mind right away, and I feel like I'm floating in a haze.

I glance to my left, spotting Nick passed out on his bed, tightly clutching a pillow. A smile creeps onto my face at how stupid he looks. However, when I turn to my right to look for George, he's nowhere to be found.

My heart sinks, and I close my eyes, attempting to piece together the events of yesterday. Flashes of singing on the stage and pulling George out of the club flicker through my memory.

Oh fuck.

I told him that I loved him and he probably thinks it's not true.

Hearing the shower, I spring up from my bed and make my way to the bathroom. I knock gently on the door, whispering, "George?"

With no response, I knock once more, a bit louder this time. "George?" I call out again.

I inhale deeply, preparing to call out once more, but George's weak voice cuts through the silence, saying, "I'll be out in a second."

The sound of the shower ceases, and after approximately a minute, the bathroom door swings open. George walks past me and heads towards the bed without saying a word.

I approach him, "Thank you for getting us to the room yesterday." I say, however, George doesn't respond. He's preoccupied, searching for something in his backpack with his back turned to me.

"I'm sorry I got so drunk," I whisper softly, taking another step closer to him, my voice tinged with regret.

"It's fine," George replies in a hushed tone, with his back still turned to me.

Something is wrong though, I can feel it.

I walk up to him, gently take his hand, and turn him around to face me. I notice the dark circles under his eyes, and they appear swollen and puffy.

"Are you okay?" I ask, a wave of concern flooding over me as I take in his tired appearance.

George nods in response but avoids looking at me.

"Georgie," I say, taking both of his hands in mine. He finally meets my gaze. "Everything I said yesterday is true. I don't remember most of the night, but I do remember pulling you out of the club."

"I meant every word," I whisper, cupping his face. "I love you so much," I say tenderly before embracing him in a hug.

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