Who are you?

Chapter 5

(Will's POV)

"George! Hot chocolate!" Alex rushes into the room holding a large mug visibly steaming.

"Shhhh" I hold my finger to my lips to indicate silence. Below my arm lies a sleeping beauty. His calm face cutely rested on my chest and his rather petite body over my torso.

"George is sleeping," I whisper towards Alex. Almost on queue George snuggles closer into me.

"Oh...Don't wake him up, then. He didn't get any sleep this week."
Hearing those words made my heart sink. I wish he'd take care of himself.

"I won't," disclosing to Alex that I have no intention on moving. I look softly at George again. He's smiling. I hope his dream is nice.

"I'm going out to meet James and Fraser so if anything happens, call me" and before I could bid him away, he was gone.

"I love you, George," I whisper, slightly wishing he might've heard me.

(George's POV)

I rise in a surprisingly happy mood. I smile recollecting my dream. Will had told me he loved me and we'd adopted a Bernese Mountain Dog and named her Darcy. It was simple but I loved it.

"George, could you get off ma dick"
I screamed at the sudden request and basically backflipped off the bed.
My cheeks go red as I feel a breeze over my lower region.

"S-sorry" I look away.
"So what lass were yer dreaming about last night?" He chuckled.

"What?"
"Oh, you were just smiling an awful lot,"
I blush realising he was the "lass".

"Well, you arent completely wrong. She was gorgeous and her smile lit up an entire room," I turn even redder. God if he knew.

"Oooo, who is she?"
I was completely taken aback by this.
Who is she? Don't you mean who are you?
Wait. That springs a few questions to mind.

"Why were you here last night?"
Silence fills the room. He looks nervous.
"Will?"
"I, uh, needed to talk to you?"
"How did you get in?"
His eyes darted to my large window overlooking the city.

"You did not climb through the window. This isn't some Disney bullshit and we are 17 floors up!"

He just shrugs. How can he be so nonchalant about breaking into my room?

How did he know where I live? Why did he know my name?
I start to implode.

"Will, who the fuck are you?!"
"Can you just be civil for a moment and I'll tell you?"

He wants me to be "civil"? Fuck him.

"I can tell you're angry right now, so I'm going to leave. I'll be back when I think you're ready to talk,"
He gets off of my mattress and walks out my door. I quickly follow him but upon entering the hall he's already gone.

"Fuck you!!" I shout to apparently no one.

1 week later

Once again I'm sobbing in my bedroom with a locked door but this time it's James outside threatening to break it down.

Previously I was studying for a test but Wills name appeared too many times. Maybe not as a name but it still hurt to read.

I begin answering the questions with:
"Please come back, Will" without noticing.

I went back to proof read.
A tear slipped to the page smudging another iteration of Will.

"Fuck." I'm pouring tears now.
My door handle is vigorously jiggled.
"George! Let me in!"
Louder sobbing takes over. My body is shaking.
"I won't be afraid to break this door down if I have to George!"

What could James do? All I want is Will. His smile invades again. Early morning light shines from behind his ears. He looked like an angel that day. I'm so glad I didn't forget.

A gust fills my room and my papers fly from my desk. I turn to my window that I'd kept wide open regardless of the cold air, making an easier access point for Will. Not that I believed him but I was desperate.

"Mind givin' me a hand?" Wills hands grip my window frame tightly.

"Uh, yeah" His entrance abruptly ceases my tears. I'm smiling way too much to be crying now anyway.

"You're, uh, back"
"Don't act like you didn't miss me, mr. cries a lot" He props himself on the windowsill.

"Uh, so we are ready to, talk?"
"Well mostly me. I expect you'd be either too shocked to speak or in denial to act properly."
He smiles sweetly, despite the topic.

"You might want to be seated for this"
He waves his arms towards my mattress indicating a place to sit.

"George, I've known who you are since you were a kid. To prove, your first kiss was with your mate Josh when you were 10. You thought you were gay and needed confirmation. You may have come to the conclusion of "No" but boy do I have some news for you"

Josh is dead, and I'm not gay?" Choosing not to question him due to his tone I hum after I'd registered everything he said.

"Good. Here is something a bit unsettling...."

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Look I know this is a cliff hanger  but it was getting a bit long and I'm trying to squeeze out as much content I can out of this (I hope Alex is proud)

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