bakery boy // dnf

chapter eighteen: is this goodbye?

Yesterday was the day they had filed the report. After they did that, they had some ice cream and watched movies until they went to bed, and now Dream was awake by himself, it was nearly 1pm and Sapnap was still resting.

It was hard for him to sleep, given the circumstances. All he could do was wait patiently beside his phone, hoping to get a call from the police. Even though he wanted that phone call from the police, he wasn't sure if he was going to hear what he wanted. I mean, obviously he wanted to hear that George was save, unhurt, and okay. But realistically, he knew that was unlikely by this point, however, he tried not to think about that. Instead, he tried to think about all those times they had spent together. Like the baking, and the park, and many other things they had done together.

Dream eventually decided that waiting like this was only stressing him out more, so he was going to take a scorching shower to clear his mind.

He got up from the spot he was resting on from the couch, and grabbed his phone before heading to his room.

He grabbed a pair of joggers, a t-shirt, a hoodie, socks, and boxers. He then made his way over to the shower, turning the knob on the near-hottest setting—he didn't wanna give himself 1st degree burns.

Whilst letting the water warm up, Dream grabbed a towel from the cabinet and unclothed himself, then stepped in the shower.

He let the hot water run down from his curly hair. Dream wasn't sure what the shower would do to help, if anything, it left him only more stuck in his thoughts. What if George was really dead? God, he couldn't explain how much he truly hated the thought. All he could think about George soaked in blood with cuts and wounds all over his delicate body.

Dreams eyes shot open.

His phone rang,

He quickly stepped out of the shower and dried his hands, swiftly wrapping a towels around his waist before answering the call.

"Hello?" Dream spoke.

"Hello, this is officer *****,"

Dreams heart dropped as he further listened on, his mind didn't focus on anything but the very last sentence.

"And we found nothing concerning, nor did we find George."

Dreams heart shattered into twelve hundred pieces. "Okay," he ran his hand through his wet hair in a self soothing attempt. "Thank you." He hung up.

"Fuck!" He shouted so loud that the people in London could probably hear him as he banged his balled fist on the counter.

Tears poured down his cheeks whilst he dressed himself and left the bathroom, not caring enough to clean the puddles of water that had formed on the floor of the bathroom.

He made his way down stairs, catching a glimpse of Sapnap before rushing to the kitchen.

"Dream!" Sapnap shouted, getting up from his spot on the couch.

"They found nothing, Sap." Dream grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

"Who-" Sapnap started, but paused for a moment. "Oh." Was all he could finish with.

"I don't know what to do." Dream chugged down the last sip of his water before refilling the cup.

"Why does he mean so much to you? I thought you only found him cute." Sapnap implied.

"I don't know, Sap. Nobody's meant this much to me romantically in like, forever." Dream put the glass down in the sink before carrying on. "I just want to make sure he's okay."

Sapnap nodded. "Then let's take matters into our own hands."

"How do you plan on that?" Dream raised a brow.