Mistakes [ dreamnotfound AU ]

Chapter 8: Shock

Georges POV:

Dream had slammed the door shut just as I walked into my room to change out of my sweatshirt.

"Um.. I was just going to take off my sweatshirt so.."

My eyes were scanning around my room that was relatively clean, most of the mess shoved into my closet or under my bed. My eyes then shift over to Dream, still gorgeous as ever. He looked the exact opposite of me. You could tell he was muscular even with a hoodie and jeans on. Every part of him looked masculine and defined. Then me. Skinny, soft face and soft personality. Dream just screamed confidence, while I just screamed cowardly. I then go back to wondering why he just shut my door. And back to what he was saying in the park. I probably shouldn't have said what I said. But still, what is he doing?

"Yeah I know."

He then looked me up and down with a smirk. Yes, my insecurities were practically sprawled all over the floor but I still felt butterflies wrapping me. I could feel the heat spread all over my face.

"Are you going to go or no..?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I mean, not really but-"

I was cut off by Dream walking towards me and grabbing my shoulders and coming close to my ear.

"Do you want me to do this?"

He whispered into my ear, and his hot breath trickled down my neck. Blood rushed down me, and I immediately sucked in air.

I whimper a little before spitting out, "Yeah."

Both of our hearts were racing, and I felt his grip around my shoulders tighten. But he then loosened his grip and let go of me with a confused face.

"Wha- what's wrong?"

"Your, your um shoulders they're very, boney." He paused in between his sentence just to look at me. My heart sank down to my stomach.

"When's the last time you ate George?" He said that with more concern than confusion. Well shit, what do I say?

"Um, like this morning."

"No you didn't. When I came over you looked as if you had just woken up. And we didn't have anything."

My face completely flushed, from strawberry red to ghostly white. My breathing started to get heavier and my chest was visible going up and down, I was still looking at him.

"George, I mean this in the nicest way possible but you look completely different than you did a month ago."

Good job, George. You found a new way to fuck up your life.

Dream then suddenly grabbed my arms by my side,

"Seriously George, when did you last eat?"

Dream looked sad. Genuinely sad. I really can't believe my dumb decisions are making him stressed. This isn't real. This isn't fucking real. God can I just wake up or some shit and restart today? This is my worst nightmare. I just stared back at his eyes. They were squinted a little and looked right back at me. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips trembling a little. I'm so sorry Dream.

He let go of me, took a step back and looked around. His shoulders dropped, before looking back at me. I didn't know that I was crying until a tear fell down my face, along with another, and another, and another until I was full on sobbing. I am so sorry. My whole body felt like it ran out of any composure it had and I was a mess. Dream then came back to me and wrapped his arms around my tightly into a hug. I weakly wrap my arms around his waist and cry into his shoulder creating a small wet circle on his hoodie, Dream didn't seem to mind though. He still kept me in his arms and moved one of his hands to the back of my head, going through my locks or hair slowly. He then whispered,

"It's ok George, it's ok. You're here with me."

As much as this situation sucked I smiled a little at his words. How they sounded as if he was going to protect me, from everything and everyone. I liked that. We then both moved down to the floor and I was leaning on him, with my arms around his neck, sniffling every now and then. Dream's back was pressed up against the side of my bed and was rubbing my back. I felt so safe and comforted. I knew I'd have to deal with this tomorrow but for now I can cherish this moment. I eventually fell asleep in his big and warm arms. They felt like a blanket around me. This is real. This is fucking real.