Perfectly Imperfect | Breece ( DISCONTINUED )

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Blake's pov

I held Reece in my arms, feeling as terrified as he was.

- Look at me. I say holding his face in my hands. I understand you're scar--

-- You don't Blake.

- I do. I say kissing him but he pushes me away.

- No you don't! Reece shouts.

- I DO! I yell back.

- Blake, You and George have been best friends for nearly four years, he probably already assumed you were gay before even faking it with Brad. I, have been friends with him for two years, never showed any signs, was with girls this whole time. You, you were single since you met me.

- Babe, I know it's going to be tough to come out, I know, but we can't keep hiding.

- I like it in the closet, It's quite cozy in here. He smiles.

- I'm being serious. I smile back.

- I just, don't want to lose the band. You know George more than most. He wouldn't want to pursue with us knowing we are together.

- Knowing George more than most, as you just said, I know he just wants us to be happy, because who were the ones to take care of you while you were broken hearted cause of your ex bitches? Me and George. You need to calm down, We'll get through this. Together. I say handing him my hand, but he denied it.

- Something else is wrong. I say walking towards him.

- It's nothing. He sighs looking away.

- Don't fool me. I say, still looking at him.

- Blake, I. He sighs looking to the water.

- You what?

- I can't stand the thought of losing you, losing the band, losing my best friend. I can't lose you.

- Oh babe, You won't lose me. I say walking to him, taking him in for a hug rather he liked it or not.

- I don't even want to go to that prom, if you're not my date, what's the point.

- Reece, It's for Lena.

- Are you still going?

- Damn right.

- With Lauren?

- Yeah, Since she knows about us, She won't be surprised if I leave her to dance with you.

- You would leave your date to dance with me. He giggles wiping his eyes looking to me.

- Reece, I'd leave an Ed Sheeran concert to dance with you.

- No you wouldn't.

- True because if I'm not at that concert with you, I'm there alone. I laugh.

- I just feel like singing Ed Sheeran now. He sighs pouting.

I walk by him sitting at the edge of the pier once more.

- What are you doing? He asks looking to me walking slowly.

- Sit down, we're singing Ed Sheeran. I order.

I saw a smile draw on his face as he sat down next to me super happily.

- What song? He smiles looking to me with his bright wide eyes.

- Which ever one you want.

- Perfect. He smiles.

- Perfect what?

- The song.

- Oh. I smile looking to the sun as it was not going to be there for much longer.