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(This story has been entered into the Watty awards :D) After not being approved to move to the states, George takes a small two week vacation in the summer to visit his friends. His friends drag him to a party where a reckless decision was made. Two years later George is alone in his apartment with nothing but the sound of the heater and his sleeping two year old on his chest. He hasn't spoken to his friends since he left the states all those years ago, terrified of what they might say. What they might think. George knows the text will come, its his decision on what to do about it he needs to think through. Happy 25th birthday to himself, he thinks.

dreamnotfound When George was eight, his best friend was Dream, they'd go on adventures together, climb up hills and laugh together. Dream liked to cause trouble, he was always getting George told off and he always just seemed to disappear whenever consequences began to set in for their actions. George's mother told him repeatedly that Dream was obviously imaginary, a ruse George had made up to get out of trouble. So when Dream stopped appearing, George eventually believed her. That was until he met Clay Edwards under a bus stop in the pouring rain after a nasty breakup.

One day George just stopped answering calls, appearing online, completely gone off the face of social media. His friends left confused and hurt, angry even. Dream moves on, five years later though he begins to see 'George' everywhere he goes, whenever he's out in public. At first he thinks it's a joke of some sort, until it all gets too real. Art credits : shtbexan

Larry Stylinson version of the movie "The devil wears prada". This story is already fully written, updates every week.

Dear Reader. I just started this Fic on Tumblr, but I decided to continue it here. It won't be long, just a few chapters, but I think it will turn out okay. If you don't ship Andreil? Don't read it. If you don't like Angst? Don't read it. Finally, if you like Fluff, Angst, Romance, and are open minded to Andrew changing, being loved, cherished, and happy? Then this Fic is for you. Happy reading! DISCLAIMER!!! All of these characters belong to Nora Sakavic, this is complete FanFiction, and the plot is purely of my own creation. Also, there will be swearing Thank you. -Luna

**** The drive back to Fox Tower was silent between Andrew's group. The Foxes victory against the Ravens left the team rattled with happiness. Matt and the others chatted away cheerfully on the ride back. Neil sat behind Andrew. He still felt the push of Andrew's lips against his. Neil brought hand up to his face and ran his thumb over his bottom lip, his heartbeat quickened as he thought about it. All his life he had been running, but the Foxes gave him a home. They refused to give him up, even though they now all knew who he was, where he had come from. But his past did not define him, he carried it with him, but it couldn't weight the Exy-player down anymore. Only the now counted, the present. - Neil had needed this appreciation. The auburn haired was feeling tingly all over, aching, sweating. Andrew lay beside him, following his example. His expression was saying something different than 'boring'. He was just as exhausted as Neil was. He turned away to not look at the striker. Neil wondered on that. As the blonde turned around to face him again, his eyes were glistening, his lips formed a tight line. "What are you-", Neil began, but Andrew's hand flew fastly in front of his mouth, covering up the words he intended to ask. "Don't talk", Andrew told him in a growly voice, "This ain't getting no easier with you" Neil took Andrew's hand off his mouth, which Andrew didn't protest against. "Geez", Andrew responded, then grabbed Neil by his waist and pulled him closer, not letting go of Neil's hand in the process. "You're so downright annoying, I want to smack you" **** This is mostly for me and my stupid self to let my fantasies play, feel free to read it, though. **** I started off when the 3rd book ended. *Warning: includes spoilers* (It mostly contains Andreil) Have fun :) *these characters belong to Nora Sakavic*

༄ how long can a spark last, before it burns out? its the year 1984- and g has just started boarding school in america. he makes friends easily enough, but there's one boy who he just can't seem to get along with. once the two of them manage to overcome their differences, their friendship progresses into something george never knew he wanted, something he never thought he would find. something his father would never approve of. as the school year drags on and they're left to try and tackle all of the problems thrown at them, their bond then ends up becoming stronger than ever. but at what cost? ༄

༄ Dream is the lead guitarist in a band, George is just a boy who happens to be the one Dream falls for. Little does George know this isn't the first time he's ever encountered the man he will slowly come to love. - tws/cws at the start of each chapter !! :) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED please ask for permission before attempting to repost/ use/ make new works/ with any content from this book. please contact me to discuss further through tiktok - @amymayfarrell_ instagram - @amymayfarrell

harry likes pretty pink flowers and louis enjoys ink and piercings. **This story contains possible triggers. Read at your own risk.** started in 2015, finished in 2017. slowly editing.