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🌹 part 24 ; muscle man willne 🌹

listening to "asmr tough loving auntie supports you coming out" as i write this WHAT HAVE I COME TO

like why

please help me

okay so update i'm  finishing this on a separate day and all i can hear rn is my little brother playing ark survival evolved AHAHAHAAAHHHHHHHH

"for fuck's sake hayley."

i wake up with a pounding headache, pins and needles attacking my legs. jesus christ. i can't fucking move. "GEORGE!"

"the fuck-- HAYLEY?!" 

george comes bounding out of his room and instantly rushes over to beside me. he kneels down on the wooden floorboards, his brows furrowed. "you're awake?"

"why wouldn't i be?"

"you kind of... fainted," george says, wincing. "i told alex what happened and he said it sounded like a really bad panic attack."

"what the--"

will's door bursts open and he sprints over to us, grinning. "hayley! you're up!" 

"um, yeah," i say, laughing uneasily. was it really that bad? "how long was i out for?"

"psh, not that long. it's three in the morning right now, and you passed out at about eight last night."

"turn it down, will!" george whisper shouts. "alex is still asleep."

"no i'm not!" alex shouts from his room, sounding slightly exasperated. "you guys should be though. especially hayley."

"about that. i like, can't, move."

george's mouth practically unhinges. "what?!"

"no, it's not that bad! i mean i've got a dead leg. except in both legs." he sighs in relief. "could you help me up?"

"screw that," will proclaims. "i'll just carry you. they don't call me muscle man willne for nothing." 

before i can prostest, he grabs my legs and flips me over his shoulder as i screech. 

"fucking hell, will!" i scream, batting at his calves with my makeup-stained hands. he just hoists me up further and carries me into my room, as if i weigh nothing. he didn't even falter. "you better not fucking drop me will lenney--"

as if on queue he flings me onto my bed. i land with a crash on the puffy sheets - my dead legs decidedly  gone. at least that did something.

"i'm incredible, i know," will says, flipping his non-existent locks. "night!"

"fuck's sake will." 

shaking the traumatic experience out of my head, i pull the duvet over me and close my eyes. it feels like i've been up all night even though i just had an impromptu seven hour nap.  sleep engulfs me in seconds.

i don't notice george leaning against my doorway.

or the pained look on his face. 

oof sorry this is a bit of a shite chapter i'm going to edit this later 😂