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Lost without you

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𝘽𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙤𝙫.
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Reece sat still on the couch, watching as Ana's mouth moved endlessly, but not bothering to listen to the words pouring out. His mind was too focused on another topic, George. He wasn't acting like himself, and it was worse than normal. He can't remember the last time he'd seen George laugh, a real, carefree laugh that would echo across the room, blessing everyone's ears.

"Reece? Oh for- reece!" He jumped as ana clapped her hands harshly in front of him, arms moving to fold across her chest as she scowled as him.

"Sorry what?" He sat up from his lounging position, trying to make his face appear somewhat interested in what she had to say.

"Why do you never listen to me? It's like I say start taking and suddenly the window is the most interesting thing you've ever seen!" He sighed heavily as she looked at him, clearly exasperated, and he didn't blame her. He wasn't being fair to her, hell he wasn't even sure he liked her at all. He was dragging her along, but why? To whose benefit?

"Sorry ana, I'm just...I'm really worried about something. I don't think George is alright, I'm really worried about him, have you noticed it too?" He felt a frown reach his lips as her scowl deepened further, eyes narrowing at the mention of George. He'd picked up that she wasn't particularly fond of him, however that can be, but was she really that ignorant?

"I can't believe you reece. It's all George this and George that, when will you talk about something else? God you'd think you were obsessed with the little sh-"

"Excuse me? Ana you don't have to be so ignorant and self centred, I know you don't like him but at least try to hide it. He's my best mate, why are you so hateful?" She gasped as he spoke, eyes narrowed and defensiveness shining through.

"But is he? Is he just you're 'best friend' Reece?" She leaned forward, hatred glowing through her eyes, spitting out the words that had been stuck on her tongue, held back by a strong force of denial that was slowly breaking in.

"W-What?" He felt himself flinch back at her words, momentarily caught off guard. Her tone was cold and suspicious and he felt his blood run cold. What the hell did she mean? Surely she couldn't be implying what he thought she was. That was...ridiculous.

"You know what I mean. You don't look at me like you look at him, like he has stars in his eyes that shine through. You never listen to me when I talk to you, always avoiding my eyes. But when George speaks, you look at him as if he were reading the worlds most beautiful poem, stuck in a trance."

"Ana, that's so rid-"

"No! No I'm not done Reece. I've been thinking about it for a while, and I'm almost sure. You don't like me at all, why? Because you're fucking in love with that prick!"

He felt the words he wanted to say catch in his throat, mouth gaping open. Her words were ringing in his head already. In love with George? He wasn't...he wasn't even gay. How could she think that?

"I-I'm not, I'm not gay ana, why would I be with you if I was?" She simply shook her head, biting her lip as he tried to defend himself to his own girlfriend, the women he...loved. Reece decided to ignore the feeling in his stomach when he even thought of them words. The disgusting, nauseating feeling whirling around in his stomach. He didn't love her.

"Reece, you need to prove it to me. I believe you, I mean who could love that- instead of me. I just need you to act like what you are, my boyfriend. Not George's boyfriend, mine. I love you reece, I really do. But I need to you to say the same, or else I'm leaving, and everyone will know why" he felt his chest tighten as the realisation hit him, the words coming together to show what she was implying. Everyone would know.

Fear overtook him, of what he wasn't exactly sure, but it was so overwhelming, Reece didnt see any other option in sight but to say the next words, no matter how much they hurt him to say.

"I love you too" he whispered, but it was loud enough for her to hear, a devilish smirk plastered on her face as she draped an arm around him, pulling him closer.

He tensed In her grip, feeling like a trapped animal in a cage as she wrapped her arms around him, closing him in, no way out.

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"George? Do you want anything before we go on stage?" He shook his head silently as Ben gestured towards the small buffet of food backstage, grabbing bits and pieces for himself.

"No thanks" he sees Blake drift him gaze from his phone and onto George, a small frown on his face as he does, but George ignores him, pretending to stare at his phone which was currently turned off.

The truth was, he was scared to turn it on. To see the messages and comments that completely destroy his non-existent self esteem. Every time he looked at them, he felt a piece of himself shatter, so he made a pact to simply keep his phone turned off, ignoring its existence. But yet he remained staring at it, feeling a gravitational pull towards the power button, one that was so overwhelming he couldn't fight it.

He closed his eyes for a few minutes, clutching his phone tightly before he threw it down beside him on the seat, sitting up straighter as he looked around. He needed something to take his mind of it, anything that could help him forget, at least for a few minutes.

His mind involuntarily wanders towards the last time he felt like this, in need of a distraction to stop his racing mind. He had Reece then, to calm the horrible, nauseating feeling in his stomach , replacing it with butterflies instead. But he didn't have reece anymore, he didn't care like he pretended to back then. He only had himself, and his whirlwind of a mind to keep him company.

He stood up quickly, dashing towards the bathroom. As he reached the door, locking it tight and leaning against it, he tried to ignore the wide glass mirror beside him, he really tried. But he attempts were overtaken as he glanced across at himself, a pale sick ghost meeting him as he did, ready to haunt his dreams. He flinched back at the reflection, heart hammering in his chest as he stared at himself, filling the deafening silence in the air.

It's been a whole month since he was last in a bathroom, eerily similar to this one, staring back at himself, not even seeing who he was anymore. They'd been ready to start the tour then, and his biggest worry was that he was nervous. It pained him that no matter what had happened in that shirt period of time, he still remained the same. Staring back at the stranger in the mirror, the one who would scream at him that he still wasn't good enough. And maybe he never would be.

He shook his head, wiping the small tears that had escaped through his eyelids. He looked in the mirror one last time, attempting to plaster a smile on his face, one that looked real and warm, and reached his eyes so much they crinkled lightly. But that's not what came back at him, his eyes darting away as all he could see was a pathetic tight-lipped smile, eyes dull and lifeless.

He walked down the corridor towards the room he'd previously been sitting in, opening the door slowly as he felt his shoulders tense.

He was met with a dreadful silence. But that's not what scared him the most. Blake was sitting straight on the couch, previously relaxed expression now replaced with one of pure anger, eyes narrowed and so full of hatred that George physically flicked back.

He held George's phone in his hand, facing it towards him and his chest tightened impossibly more, staring back at the screen, the multiple messages showcased In front of him.

"What the fuck is this George?"

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This was just a simple, short chapter with no drama, sorry! But I feel like not every chapter has to have something eventful.

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