Unexplainable Love | Greece

Truly Madly Deeply

Chapter 11

A/N - This chapter was already ready to post and I have a spare 5 minutes so here you go!

Truly Madly Deeply - One Direction
"Truly, madly, deeply, I am
Foolishly, completely falling"

(Reece POV)

I was in between asleep and awake, the sun bright on my eyes. I went to move my right arm up to shield my eyes from the sun, but I couldn't move. I looked down to see George lying partially on me, his head on my chest. I wish this was how I woke up every morning. That'd be great. I slid my hand up his back and started playing with his hair, something I've been dying to do.

George rolled off me slightly. "Morning." He said in his croaky morning voice.

I thought he was asleep! What have I done?

He smiled at me. Maybe I didn't screw everything up. First time for everything I guess.

"Morning. How'd you sleep?" I asked, resisting the urge to play with his hair again.

"Great. I haven't slept that well in awhile." He said, putting his arm behind his head.

Kill me more why don't you!

"How about you? How'd you sleep after the nightmare?" George asked me.

"Good actually. I-" I stopped, closing up again.

"You?" He asked, a bit of concern colouring his voice.

"Nothing. I just slept well." I said, not meeting his eyes.

I hate this.

Once the mood lightened we talked and laughed for another ten minutes, it was great. There was a knock at the door, George jumped away from me. I jumped back too, for his benefit, not mine. George had gone really red in his cheeks. I moved a bit further away from him.

"Come in mum."
__________________________

(George POV)

I had my head on Reece's chest still, eyes closed but not asleep. I felt his hand run up my back, sending chills down my spine. Reece started playing with my hair. I'd never had anyone play with my hair before, it felt nice. Like it would if anyone else did it. Not just Reece. Reece is like any other guy. Except he's not. He's different, you know it. I want to rip my brain out.

I rolled off him slightly, smiling up at him. "Morning." I said, my voice all croaky.

He asked me how I slept, I answered honestly. I hadn't slept that well in so long. It was great. I don't know why last night was so different. Yes you do. No I don't. Stop lying to yourself. Alright, it's settled. I'm ripping my brain out.

I asked him how he slept after his nightmare.

"Good actually. I-" he stopped.

Did he forget what he was saying? Or is he closing up again?

"You?" I asked patiently, but also slightly concerned.