Georges POV

" I like you... like more than friends. But you see right past me. You don't notice me, do you?" Dreams words hurt George more than Dream could ever know. George broke down in tears sobbing at the fact he never realized and might have fucked it up.

TW: SELF HARM

As I sat listening to the ringing in my ears I knew Dream was talking about something, but I didn't know what. Nor did I really care. I hated myself in so many ways. I screamed and threw things around my room not even realizing what I was doing. My anger and self-hatred took over. I started pulling on my hair ripping peace's out, and in the background hearing dreams screams and cries to tell him what's going on. I was ripping through my skin and tearing away the awful pale white skin that surrounded my body. This was my breaking point. I got up punching myself really having no control of what I do anymore, I punched my bedframe giving off a week cry as I felt pain in my wrist. Making me angrier as I pushed my head against the wall. All the anger and emotions that hid in my weak body for years came flowing out all at once. Even though I felt pain in what I was doing I felt comfort in the fact I was letting go. As the ringing in my ear got worse as I was about to pass out I heard a faint voice say "I'm getting you help!"

TW: SELF HATRED

I woke up to it being around 12 in the morning here. At first, I woke up with peace as Dream was on my mind, but I remember shortly after what happened that night. I got up and looked around my room as it wasn't as messy as last night but maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought maybe it was a dream. I walked into the bathroom looking in the mirror to find that it wasn't a dream at all. I broke again, crying at what I saw. I hated the way I looked and the scratches and his skinniness. I hated my hair and my basic eyes. I just hated everything and looking in the mirror to see this awful and ugly person staring back. I crawled down to the ground crying as I just wanted to melt away forever. But I heard a soft knock on the door and then it opened.

TW: NO MORE

"George?" A soft voice asked. A woman's actually. I noticed it within seconds about to break down in tears again. I put on a sweatshirt to cover the fresh cuts from his nails and having only boxers and gym shorts on.

"Mum?" George teared up in his words trying not to show it. But he needed to be vulnerable right now and that's exactly what he did. He walked up to her giving a giant hug and took it gracefully. I whispered I love you to her and she smiled as a way to say she does too.

"Look honey, I know you're not doing great but someone came to see you. He came along way and he was the one who called me hear in the first place. He said he hopped on a plane right after last nights incidence and I came as quickly as I could. You don't have to see him today but he just wants to make sure your okay.

"Who is it?" I ask already knowing the answer but I just wanted it confirmed before my life went to shit again.

"It's Dream honey, is that ok?" She asked. At first, I wanted to scream and tell him to get the hell out. But I realized there, he didn't do anything to harm me. He didn't physically harm more or even mentally. I did it myself so I shook my head yes as I realized he deserved an explanation.

Dreams POV Last Night

As I told him I liked him I expected him to be silent and awkward. I realized at the moment I fucked up. Why would George ever like me? But he didn't do that it was silent for a second before a scream came across George through the phone "George?! Are you ok?!" no replies just some more screams and I heard clutter all around falling to the ground. A yelp came from George and a loud bang. Dream was so scared for George because he never saw this side of him. He never saw the angry, truly angry George. "George?! George?! are you there?! GEORGE?!" I got scared and I didn't know what to do, I knew I needed to be there for him. I didn't bring anything other than my phone and car keys keeping George on the line, and I left. Thoughts running through my head "George! George listen to me. I'm getting you help! Silence came from the room after that moment. I didn't know if he passed out of exhaustion or if well... I didn't want to think about it. "God damnit think Dream think?!" An idea popped into my head.

"Hello?! Is this George's mom?" He asked. Earlier he remembered when George lost a bet and had to give him his mom's phone number.

"Yes, who is this?" She questioned.

"I'm a friend of Georges I'm Dream you may know me. I was on the phone with him and he went crazy... Then he stopped answering me. Please I need you to go check on him and make sure he is ok." I was reluctant to say those words when I realized I just told a mother his son wasn't responding. "I'm sorry I have to go I will be there in about 12 hours. Just please make sure he is ok." I hung up the phone driving so fast I would of gotten a ticket if caught, but I didn't care.

 When I got to the airport I left the car almost forgetting to lock it. I asked for the soonest ticket to London and she answered in an hour. I wanted to be there sooner but there wasn't a possible way. My anxiety stretched wanting Georges mom to tell me he is ok but at the same time he didn't want that phone call. The phone call that meant... I don't want to think about it. That guilt would way so heavy on Dream knowing it was his fault, knowing he just spouted out the information that he liked him with no warning. Was this his fault? He asked himself this all the way to tell the boarding. His anxiety waiting for a text from the mother letting him know that her boy and his best friend was ok. The rest of the airplane ride was slowly forgotten as Dream slipped off into sleep. But his sleep was not filled with dreams, but nightmares. Of George whether he was dead, alive, or suffering. Something always went wrong and Dream was unable to save him. His eyes opened as the sound of a woman, a flight attendant told them all to buckle for landing.

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As I hopped off the plane trying to forget the awful sleep I had. I realized I had no idea where to go he texted Georges mom to see how he was doing. Dream was really anxious but put it off long enough. It bothered him that she never texted him. Was it that bad?

Dream: Hello, how is he??

Mumnotfound: He is resting right now. His room was a mess and I cleaned it up. He... well he has some cuts and bruises and I think he sprained his wrist.

Dream: Oh. I'm sorry to bother you about it but could I please have the address and a way to get to his house I'm at the airport and not sure what to do?

Mumnotfound: Oh, well I can come to pick you up, what airport are you at?

Dream: Well thank you for the offer but should someone be there for him when he wakes up?

Mumnotfound: He had a long night I don't think he will be up anytime soon.

Dream: Well then I'm at Brighton airport. 

Mumnotfound: That is about a 20-minute drive from here I am on my way. Do you have any luggage that we need to put away?

Dream: No I didn't bring anything.

I ached at the thought of George suffering. It hurt knowing I wasn't there to hold him, to help him. The thoughts pummeled through me making me feel sick I went to the airport bathrooms throwing up as I sat on the ground in disbelief of what happened in the last 24 hours. Everything in-between the big moments were a blur. During Karl's stream, all I could think about was George. I shouldn't have played along with Sapnaps stupid game. He didn't mean any harm as how could he have known. Sapnap realized George was zoned out and couldn't get him out so asked me too, and well that's how I chose to do it. I had other options but for some reason, that's the only one that came up.

 I guess maybe I needed to say it. That I love that brown hair that had the slightest bit of fluff. And his brown eyes, I loved his brown eyes. Whenever I looked into them I saw the happy memories we have shared through the years. And the earthly look they gave off. And when the sun hit them just right. I've wanted to see that in person for a long time. As I walked out of the bathroom I realized I was blushing, hard. I looked like a tomato. I smiled and walked out getting a text from George's Mom.

Mumnotfound: I'm here parked right outside the front gate take your time.

I sprinted out the bathroom through the crowded rooms to the front gate where I halted to a stop rather quickly. I know George was in pain but I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. What if he doesn't want to see me. I grew sadder. What if he doesn't want me. I took one deep breath before walking outside to see a woman with brown hair and brown eyes sitting right at the front. I figured it was her due to the fact she said she was there. But I saw George in her. The similar features and the smile. I smiled back as I remembered we were in a somewhat hurry. But for most of the car ride, I just stared at her. I'm pretty sure she thought I was creepy, but hey I could just say it's something Americans do and get away with it. Halfway through the drive home I take a look at the beach and the sand. It's fall time here with colder weather than I'm used to. I'm in a sweatshirt and gym shorts as that's what I chose to wear that day it all happened. My legs were a little chilly I realized as I had finally calmed down.

I asked if I could put down the window for a while and she said yes. I knew she didn't want to but she wanted to know what I would do. Car rides calmed me. The breeze and the speed just calmed me to the point I felt ok for a little bit, but soon enough we arrived at Georges home. I was met with a grin from his mother leading me into the apartment. It was small but nice. A two bedroom two bathroom. My guess was George kept it kind of dirty but I was shocked to walk into a clean house. I asked to see George as she was reluctant to answer.

"I want to make sure it's ok with him first. I feel something went down between you two. I- I don't think it's your fault but I feel something went down last night while you were on call with him and I don't want that to bring back memories he doesn't want." She said politely trying to not blame it on me and sound nice in the process. I shook my head agreeing. But I knew what she meant. I knew she blamed me. Not in a bad way but, I suppose I did trigger the situation.