One Day At A Time [DNF]

Dreams's POV

George's hand is linked in mine, as we sit on the plane to Florida. When I originally flew to London, I wasn't sure that it'd work out this way. I thought I might fly home alone, heartbroken and worried about the state of our friendship. But instead, I fly home with the man I love. My boyfriend.

I didn't believe in soulmates before, but my mindset has shifted since then. I think that me and George are meant to be together. Whether that's through friendship or a relationship, we have an invisible string that pulls us closer when we try to find distance. My arm is still in a sling and my leg in a cast. It itches.

"I wish I hadn't broken my dumb leg, it's so annoying to use a crutch everywhere I go."
I say, irritated by the itchiness and annoying crutches.

"I don't know, this- this might sound dumb, but I'm glad you did. Okay, that sounds awful but hear me out-"

"I'm listening."

"It was awful and it was scary, but I don't think we would have gotten closer if I wasn't taking care of you."

I squeeze his hand and sigh.

"Being in that accident sucked but I'm glad we got close enough to realise that we loved each other. I wouldn't have had the balls to tell you if this whole thing hadn't happened."

He leans in, I do too. Our lips meet in the middle and I couldn't be happier.

The plane starts rolling down the runway and I put my head on his shoulder. We both get nervous on planes which sucks since we travel a ton.

When we land in Florida, Sapnap picks us up from the airport.

"Somethings changed." Sapnap says, looking suspiciously between the two of us in the rear view mirror.

George takes my hand and turns to me, looking supportive.

"We're dating. I'm bisexual." I say quickly, leaving no room for anxiety .

"Oh. Cool. "  He looks surprised.

I'd been so nervous about telling him, its almost all I thought about on the plane home. It's not a bad reaction but it's also not ideal.

"Yeah-"

"I support you."  He rushes out.
That's the ideal reaction.

"Thanks."

"I don't support George. That guy sucks" He jokes, lightheartedly. 

George laughs then says,
"-and swallows."

When we get home, George helps me get dressed and shower in my room. Afterwards we head to his room and I wait for his reaction.

He swings the door open and sees the bouquet of flowers in the vase by his bed, a giant teddy bear and heart shaped chocolates. I set it up before I left for London, making sure to put the flowers in water so they wouldn't die. I wasn't sure if we'd come back to Florida in a relationship so this was either going to be an
'I love you' Type of surprise or an 'I'm sorry' type of surprise.

He sits on his bed, leaning forward to feel how soft the giant bear is.

"You didn't have too-"

"I wanted too. I love you and I would't want you to doubt that for a second."

"I didn't say it back in London but- I love you too. I just don't like saying it, it makes me feel vulnerable. "

"I know you love me George. You don't have to say it for me to know."

"But I want to say it. I want to remind you. Even if it scarily vulnerable." He says.

I sit down on his bed and kiss his cheek.

"You got my favourite chocolates too." He opens them up and shoved one in his mouth.

"Yeah, I had too. I want to make you happy, whatever it takes. Your my favourite person and I love you. Your so beautiful and nice and smart. You're so perfect, George."

He tears up a little and we hug. I feel more comfortable with George then I've ever felt before. I feel more comfortable in his presence, then I feel in my own skin.

"Are you nervous?" He asks, in the back of an Uber on the way to my parents house the next day.

"Yeah, I feel a little uneasy though."

"About the crash?"

"Yeah." I say, fiddling with his hands.

I broke my arm and my leg in an Uber just like this one. I was so scared and it pain, in the moment, I wasn't sure if I'd see George, my best friend,  ever again. Now, weeks later, I'm in an Uber with George, my boyfriend.

I've thought about coming out to my parents a million times in my head, all with different endings. My family means so much and I don't want them to hate me.

We finally arrive, my hands are clammy and my heart beats like a drum. I think I might puke. I can't do this, this is too overwhelming.
George puts his arms around me, trying to calm me down and it works momentarily.

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