All I Want || dnf

- Chapter One -

George POV: 

 "Good run boys, make sure you're all here same time tomorrow" We hear our manager, Karis, say. "I might be a bit late for tomorrows practice, I have to visit my dad" I answer back lowly. My dad has always been a touchy subject. He was diagnosed with stage 3 cancer, so it's been really rough for my family. Especially rough for me. We were really close, since we both share a love for music. My dad is my number one inspiration and if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be where I am currently. 

My managers eyes soften, she knows, as well as the rest of the band, they know about my dads illness. "Of course, thats fine George. I understand, spend as much time as you need with him. The last bit of practice is always the most important, so missing the start isn't that much of a problem" She says, placing a hand on my shoulder. I smile sadly at her "Thank you so much. I guess I should be going now. Bye guys!" I say, sending a wave to Ty and Phoenix. "Bye George" Phoenix says, picking up his guitar. "Bye man, good luck at the hospital tomorrow" Tyler says, walking over to me and giving me one of those awkward bro hugs.

I walk out the studio and sling my backpack over my right shoulder. I check the time and see that its still early so I decide to message Clay. 

George: hellooo Clorge 

Clay: Clorge really? 

Clay: hello georgette 

George: thats not my name stupid 

George: come pick me up now 

Clay: where is u 

George: ill send you my location :p

Clay: see u in 10

After about 15 minutes Clay arrives to pick me up. "You're late" I say, pretending to be annoyed at him, crossing my arms. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me" Clay retorts, rolling his eyes. I tut in response, then switch on the radio. '505' by Artic Monkeys started playing. When the chorus comes on I'm belting out the lyrics, while Clay is just singing them quietly. "Wow George, never knew you are actually good at singing" he says, looking at me. My cheeks turn a light pink from the small compliment. "Yes you do! I'm always singing around you idiot" I say, looking away from him so he can't see my cheeks. "Well I wouldn't know because you never invite me to any of your performances!" He shoots back. "I d-don't want you to watch me, I would get nervous knowing someone I know would be watching. It's embarrassing" I say quietly.

"You don't need to be embarrassed by me stupid" Clay says with a slight laugh. "Hmmm" I say, actually considering the idea of inviting him to one of our concerts. "Fine, I'll let you come to our next one. It's some time next week" I say watching Clays eyes light up "Really! Thank you! I've always wanted to watch you perform!" He says enthusiastically. "It's not that big of a deal, you've heard me sing many times before" I roll my eyes at him. "No way! This time it would be way different, I get to see you sing with your band" He says. "Where will it be? Like which bar?" He asks, looking at me while we've stopped at a red light. "You'll see" I say, giving him a knowing smirk.

He looks at me in confusion, but shrugs it off as nothing. Clay doesn't quite understand that Ty, Phoenix and I don't perform in bars and do 'gigs'. We in fact perform on stages in front of thousands of people. I don't quite get how he hasn't found out yet, but I guess I'm just good at keeping secrets. We're not famous enough to be on massive billboards or on TV or anything, but I'm sure we're online and you could easily find a video of us on stage.

-timeskip-

We both arrive at Clay's apartment. I walk in and drop my bag to the floor and kick my shoes off. "At least keep the place clean idiot" Clay scoffs and picks up my bag and shoes and neatens them up. I mutter a quick 'sorry' to him and he just shakes his head with amusement. "So what do you want to do? Do you want to stay the night then in the morning I can drop you off at the hospital?" He asks. I sigh then nod. "Yes please, thank you" I say looking down in my lap, fiddling with my fingers. I feel tears well up in my eyes, I can't help myself. Then I feel arms wrap around my shoulders and Clays head resting on top of mine. "Hey, it's going to be okay George" He says, calmly. Thats when I burst out into full sobs, clinging onto Clay for support. 

"Oh Georgie..." Clay trails off. "It's okay, cry as much as you need, we've got time" He says just as soft, maybe even softer than before. "It's not going to be o-okay. The doctor said its only getting worse and there is n-nothing they can do. It's only going to be a matter of time before-" I choke on my words, barely managing to get them out. "Before he dies" I whisper, letting out a loud sob, completely falling into to Clays arms. He brings us down to the floor, now he's leaning up against the wall and I'm still in his arms, against his chest. "George, no matter what happens, you'll get through it. I hate seeing you upset like this, but I won't stop you either. It's good to just let it out sometimes, you know?" Clay say, trying his best to comfort me. I can't lie, he is really helping. The warmth radiating off of his chest is managing to calm me down. All while he's running his fingers though my hair as gently as possible.

After a few more minutes, I've almost completely calmed. My breathing now turning back to its normal pace. Although, I'm pretty much back to normal, Clay doesn't loose the grip around me, or stops pulling at the strands of my hair. If I'm being honest, I'm happy he doesn't stop. It feels nice. I'm soon to realise just how soaked Clay's top is from my tears. "Oh I'm sorry about your top, I didn't mean too" I say shaking slightly. He only laughs at this then releases a small sigh "I don't care George. You were upset and you were the only thing that mattered. Are you feeling any better now?" He says, releasing his grip around me lightly but still not completely letting go yet. I try my best to ignore what he said, but I can feel my cheeks begin to heat up. Luckily, I can bury my head into his chest to hide my embarrassment. I nod my head "Thank you for helping me, I was scared I was going to have a panic attack but you calmed me down before anything bad could happen" I say, letting out a sigh of relief. Clay has yet to deal with one of my panic attacks, so I was worried today was going to be the first.

"Well I'm glad I could help. Like I said, I hate seeing my best friend cry like that. So I tried my best, by comforting you. Sorry if you were uncomfortable with me playing with your hair, or hugging you" He says. I can hear the nervousness in his tone. "Of course that wouldn't make me uncomfortable, if anything thats just what I needed. A hug" I whisper with a small giggle. Clay also laughs at this then stands up, pulling me up with him. Before I knew what was happening, I feel his arms wrap around my shoulders, I don't hesitate wrapping mine around his waist and burying my head into the crook of his neck. "I can give you as many hugs as you need, and you know it" He mumbles into my hair. I don't reply to him, I just listen to his breathing. After 10 more seconds of hugging, he slowly lets go. "I'm going to make us dinner, or do you want to order take out?" He asks. "Could you make dinner?" I look up at him. "Of course I can, what do you want?" He says, ruffling my hair. I swat his hand away while laughing at how stupid he can be sometimes. "Surprise me, loser"

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