Invisible... (Greece NHC)

Bruises.

I woke up again. For some reason I just can't sleep and I don't know why so I just sat there, feeling the agonising pain from my bruised stomach.

Maybe this is why i'm awake...

The pain was just getting worse, so I decided to sprint to the kitchen, grabbing a few painkillers, at this point I don't care I just want the pain to go away.

I looked at the clock again, 3:15 am so I've had a whole 3 hours sleep. Awesome!

After taking a handful of painkillers, I wobbled towards my room, I turned the light on as I walked into the plain white room. Honestly this needs decorating, the only thing I had on my white walls was a large full body mirror.

I looked at myself with a shocked expression. What the fuck has happened to my body? 

I was only wearing boxers, clearly being able to see the large purple bruises that covered my torso, I had scratches everywhere and a black eye and a popped lip. I'm a fucking mess...

Then I heard it, the noise I was least expecting at 3 in the morning. It was an unknown number so I just accepted, thinking it was just a junk call but to my surprise it wasn't. 

"G-George i'm so sorry." The familiar voice cried from the other side of the phone. he sounded devastated.

"Reece it's fine what's wrong why- why are you crying?" I whispered, feeling my heart ache as I heard the boy cry.

"M-my parents t-they kicked me o-out. They h-hate me George!" he sobbed.

I just frowned, knowing exactly how he feels. 

"Ok Reece where are you i'll call an Uber. You can stay with me." I said calmly, knowing that if I panic it would just make everything worse. Blake told me that.

"I-I'm in the p-phone box near T-tesco." He said, calming down slightly. (Good old Tesco) 

"Alright i'll call the Uber. I'm gonna ring you back in a minute just stay there," I smile, liking how confident I sound, I like this confident George!

"O-okay thank y-you George," the boy stutters.

"You're welcome Bibby just stay put." I smile hanging up the phone as I  quickly called the Uber.

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It was 4 am when I heard the sound of my doorbell ring. I was now fully dressed, trying to cover my bruises the best I could but he's obviously going to notice the new ones from the very VERY unpleasant walk home.

I quickly skipped to the door like a little kid, I threw it open as I pulled the taller boy into a tight hug, slightly nuzzling his shoulder.

I felt his gasp as I smirked, I really like this confident George and I think he does too since he was quick to hug me back, burying his face in my messy hair. 

"Thank you..." he whispers, pulling away from the hug but still keeping his hand on my shoulder I just smiled.

"Anytime, now let's head inside before we freeze." I chuckled, grabbing his hand as I pulled the tall boy inside

I could feel the slight blush appear on my bruised face. God why do I feel like this? I'm straight!

I lead him into my pretty empty bedroom, quietly closing the door behind us. I then grabbed a pillow and one of my spare blankets from my white wardrobe that was just chilling in the corner of my room.

"I'll sleep on the floor you can take the bed," I yawned, setting up my little bed, building it up with ll our spare pillows, trying to make a half decent mattress.

"It's fine George we can share the- the bed..." he whispers.

"You are straight right?" He added, picking up my makeshift bed and throwing it back in the closet (With George, in the closet)

I just nodded.

"Then that settles it." He smiles, walking into the bathroom that had a door connecting to my room.

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Look i'm really sorry I didn't post yesterday, I had writers block but now I've planned the rest of this fanfic (: so yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy bcs yes I have no life. 

Should I post again today??

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