Greece One Shots

Paranoia

A/N: I'm late again of course aksjs I thought it'd only been like 2 days whoops sorry... But here I am! Enjoy :) ❤️

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(Reece's POV)

I wasn't sure what time it was, maybe between 12-2am, all I knew is it was late and I couldn't sleep. I was just laying there staring at the ceiling when I heard faint whimpers and heavy breathing coming from the other side of the room. I sat up and looked over Blake's bed to George's. I couldn't see anything over a metre away in the dark but I could already tell that's where the noises were coming from.

"George?" I called out quietly.

"Reece." He breathed before breaking into sobs.

I stood up faster than I've ever moved before and ran to his bed, crouching down beside it so I was face to face with a crying George. I rested my hand on top of his arm.

"What's up? What's wrong love?" I said frantically.

The sound of his voice as he spoke his next words was something I knew I'd never be able to shake from my mind, and that killed me.

"I'm scared Reece, I'm so scared." He cried, his voice cracking.

I sat down next to him on his bed, pulled him up by his hands, and pulled him into my arms.

"Shh, you're safe. I've got you." I whispered.

He pulled back from my embrace and looked in my eyes.

"I-I don't know what happened. Every time I closed my eyes I-I-I saw someone or something a-and it wouldn't go away. But if I opened my eyes it was like something was just gonna... I-I don't know." He said, his breath extremely shaky.

"It's okay, there's no one here, it's just you and I." I assured softly. "Well, apart from sleeping beauty over there." I nodded my head towards Blake with a little chuckle.

He laughed a little too which made me feel proud. Proud of myself for making him laugh in a situation where he's clearly terrified and in tears.

"Just breathe. I've got you now and I won't let you go." I said as I reached for his hand and intertwined out fingers. "I promise." I barely whispered.

He laid down and I followed suit, moving close to him on his small single bed. He pulled the sheets over me and smiled sadly.

"Does this happen often?" I had to ask.

"Not usually this bad." He sniffled.

"Next time you tell me, okay? You never - and I mean never - have to suffer alone. Not anymore."

I held his hands in mine, leaning over a little to kiss one. He smiled a little before rolling over and facing the other way. I moved in closer and wrapped my arm around him, pulling him against my bare chest. I know from personal experience that the best way to comfort someone is with a simple touch. Feeling the warmth from someone else's skin reminds you that they're there, and I want George to know that I am here, and I don't plan on leaving. Ever.

"Thank you." He merely whispered, his voice tired and weak.

"Always."