mrsdracofelton requested a part two, so here goes.
Written- 11/07/18
"Andrew", the name rolled off his tongue easily, comfortably, and his lover smiled.
"George", he mocked in a sing song voice.
George glared back playfully but there was no way he could ever stay mad at Andrew for long and before he knew it, the pair were in fits of giggles together.
Andrew and George had been friends since they were eight. Andrew had just moved to Bedfordshire from Wales and met George on his first day in his new school. Their connection was instant and they had been inseparable ever since.
George told Andrew everything, and that made the pair as close as could be, including the time when he was seventeen and developed a crush on Blake, and the time when he was eighteen and Blake had broken his heart.
Andrew had sat and listened and he felt the jealousy at George's words settle in his stomach.
You should be with me, he had thought as George confessed his crush, but he could never say it. Not after seeing the look on George's face as he talked about Blake, not after seeing the awe and happiness in his eyes.
He couldn't bring himself to say it after George told him about the kiss, not while George looked so overjoyed and lovesick at the fact that Blake had kissed him back.
That should be me, he thought jealously, but he couldn't say it because George looked so in love. So in love that it almost broke Andrew.
The night George came to him in tears, everything changed.
"I...I thought", George stuttered, tears were streaming down his soft cheeks and all I wanted was to protect him, from everything bad.
"I actually thought he loved me", he sobbed loudly, and hearing those words broke my heart.
"Baby", I cooed, wrapping him up in my arms and holding him as close as I could. I wanted him to feel safe and loved. I needed him to know I loved him.
"I can't..... how could he do this?", he cried and the pain in his voice was almost unbearable to hear.
"Shh love shh, it's okay", I comforted.
He came inside and I wrapped us in duvets, but he couldn't stop sobbing.
We stayed like that for hours, the dark outside turned to light and we stayed, wrapped in duvets and each other's arms until he finally calmed down enough to explain what had happened.
The morning light was just beginning to creep into my room as George disentangled himself from me slightly. He sat up, sniffled and collapsed back into my arms, seemingly too weak to support himself in sitting.
"Babe", I shivered slightly at the nickname he gave me, noticing how good it sounded in his accent and I looked into his eyes.
I hummed a response and he proceeded to fill me in on what happened. My heart broke listening to his story. It's obvious he was falling for Blake, and now he was clearly heartbroken with how things had turned out.
"Baby," I muttered. George was leaning in on my side, snuggled under my arm as the morning light snuck into my room.
"He obviously thought he was doing the right thing. He didn't do it to hurt you", I tell him quietly. I know it's the truth but I get so protective of George and right now I just want to smash Blake's face in. How could he ever hurt George like that? Innocent, precious little George. And Blake just took advantage of that.
"But... but it does hurt", he cried. His voice broke on the last word and suddenly he was in floods of tears again.
"It won't hurt forever baby", I assured him. He turned around, now sitting half on my lap.
