The English to my American // Dreamnotfound

Chapter Sixteen

At Least three days had passed by now, it was at least the amount of days the brunette had assumed.

Three whole days without any contact with the blonde.

George felt miserable yet never found the right timing to text the blonde, even if he barely would leave the apartment.

It was an endless cycle of his girlfriend making him feel like he didn't matter, yet he chose to stay for his friends sanity.

He truly missed being in the presence of the blonde's.

He missed what it felt like being in his embrace, listening to the words that always altered his brain even if he wasn't able to say anything back often in these moments.

The blonde would always be so patient with him, that sometimes made him wonder how he could even put up with him always being a mess like he was.

''Am I in love with him?'' the brunette whispered to himself as he was standing in front of the bathroom mirror.

The only thing staring back at him were his dark circles under his eyes, thinking if he should've made the run after the blonde that day.

Now suddenly feeling the tear of guilt roll down his eye, wiping it away with the sleeve of the overly large hoodie that the blonde had lent him once, yet it was still with him.

That was one of the only few hoodies he packed with him when he left the dorm room, wondering if the blonde even had noticed that it was missing.

Getting his hopes up of the blonde noticing it missing, realising that it did mean something for him as he had worn it for the past three days straight.

Nothing felt worse than the realisation of falling in love with your roommate while you are such a mess yourself, being scared of hurting someone with your sudden actions.

He had already messed up twice in such a short time.

Sliding down against the bathroom, falling into a sitting position, pulling his knees against his chest and placing his head down as he began to cry, yet again.

''Weak'' he reminded himself quietly through his muffled sobs.

When suddenly a knock on the door interrupted his flow of thoughts, hearing the girl quickly running to the door.

George gets up as he places his ear against the bathroom door, trying to hear who this was.

His heart suddenly dropped as his face turned pale, hearing the all too familiar voice.

''What the fuck?'' he mouthed to himself, trying to stay as quiet as he could.

Two pairs of footsteps making it towards the bedroom.

He could only make so much through the conversation as the male voice said,

''I've missed you'' while placing a kiss onto the girl's lips.

''Less talking, more action'' the girl said suddenly, shutting at the bedroom door behind her.

It was the last thing the brunette heard his ex say, as the bathroom was quite far away from the bedroom.

Not knowing what to do, he quickly grabs his phone in panic choosing the blonde's number as he begins to dial the number while instantly pressing the red button as he realised how he wouldn't know what to even say.

Also not knowing if one would even answer, so he decided against it.

He decided to sit it out, waiting for the boy to leave, before getting out of the bathroom.