CLAY
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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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On The Other Side
FanfictionClay and George unite through a shared struggle with addiction. Their journey unfolds as they leave their pasts behind and run away. As they cope with their mental health issues and try to hide from the world, their love for each other grows stronge...
