George and Reece were the best of mates from the ages of 7 and 8. As it usually always goes, their mums' were the unlikely of friends. They were just so different from each other it was surprising they were friends, but you could say the same for the boys.
The boys now are 17 and 18 and ten years later, they're in a band with a fellow brunette, Blake.
George grew closer to Blake and lost Reece, but they did talk here and then. As much as Reece said it didn't bother him, it grew worse and worse. But then his insecurities were lost when the younger blonde confirmed they were still the best of friends.
Blake wasn't normal. He loved music as the others did, he wanted to be in a band same as the others, but something about him was just different. It was like he was hiding something from the blonde's. One blonde found it intriguing, the other worrying.
When they first met, he seemed happy and jolly, but as time progressed he fell into his old habits. After their second trip to LA, he became depressed in a way. Things had come out that he 'had a girlfriend' though it was just a family friend, people were giving him a hard time. It had been ten years since his dad had left, he hadn't seen him since and he did miss him. His dad watched his livestream, the thought of Nick immediately upsetting him. The brunette felt left out, all these things about #weappriciategeorgebecuase/reecebecause had made him feel like he wasn't part of the band. He was just the loner baby of the group.
"I just hate this. I know it's pathetic and shit and like I shouldn't feel this way because it's stupid and petty and pathetic and I have people who care, but I just feel so isolated. Like there's no one to talk to. Do you know how long I've felt this way? From 13. And I'm 17 now. I haven't breathed a single word of this to anyone," cried the brown eyed male, tears falling from them as the intrigued and worried blonde, George, listened.
"Sorry, I've been blabbering and I get it. I'm a freak who shouldn't show their face, I'll just leave. Sorry again,"
"No. You're not leaving. And you need to stop apologising," demanded the blue eyed male, "it makes you seem vulnerable,"
"Sorry," he shyly said, lowering his head in disappointment and shame.
George shook his head and pulled him in for a hug, not one of sympathy, but one of compassion. In a time of vulnerability, it can be difficult to tell what's sympathy and what's not, but when we're with the people we love, we know it's not.
George quickly whipped out his phone, typing something into it.
Fans across the world got a tweet notification reading the following message:
@NewHopeGeorge
#WeLoveBlakeBecause he is loving, caring, kind and respectful. Love you bro❤
Soon enough messages and tweets from fans were flowing in, even tweets from members of The Vamps and The Tide.
"I know at times it can seem like no one cares, but all you need to do is talk to someone and that can be anyone. Your mum, your sister, your cousin, Reece or me. We're all here for you because we care. I care,"
A smile sketched across Blake's face, the first real smile in four years.
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Idk what I think about this one, it's sweet but like, you know.
Anyway, I hope you like this chapter and I hope you vote and comment and bye.
