Safe With Me

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TW's:
-Homophobia (usage F-slur)

Dream's POV

I was walking to the gate George told me he was at and I couldn't stay calm because I was so happy. I had been waiting for this for years long and it was finally happening.

The last few days had been terrible for me, but mostly for George. I was really worried about him since I heard his mother scream at him. What she did was just mentally abusing him and George acted like it was normal. I was wondering if his mother kicked him out because he was gay. If so, I would have a talk with her.

I walked up to the gate I had to be and looked around me. George hadn't seen my face, but I knew how he looked. I walked around and smiled brightly as I saw him sitting down in his grey GeorgeNotFound merch.

I ran up to him and saw him getting startled. He looked a little bit confused and I smiled. 'Hi!'

'Dream?' George asked as he stood up.

I smiled. 'It's me,' I giggled. I opened my arms to give him a tight hug. George didn't hug me back for the first few seconds, but he carefully wrapped his arms around my waist a bit later.

'How are you, George? I'm so happy to see you.'

'I'm good, just a bit tired from the plane,' George mumbled.

I nodded and broke the hug to let him see my face for the first time. He smiled as a pink blush filled his face.

'Do you want to go home?' I said with a smile.

George looked up at me and nodded. 'You're really tall.'

I grinned. 'You're just short.'

'I'm average,' George said as he rolled his eyes.

'You're such an idiot,' I said with a smile. 'You must be very tired, let's go home so you can sleep for a bit.'

George nodded and we started walking to my car in a comfortable silence. George seemed a little bit nervous, I was as well so that wasn't that weird. We kept walking as suddenly a boy walked up to us. George immediately stared at his feet as he saw the boy.

TW homophobia (usage F-slur)

'Oh, it's you again.' The boy seemed very mad and pushed George. I managed to grab George's arm so he didn't fall down.

'Can you calm down?' I asked the boy as I glared at him. 'There's no need to hurt him.'

'He's a gross waste of air, he can die. Do you accept that faggot?'

'Shut the hell up,' I yelled as I pushed George a bit behind me to protect him. 'Don't you dare use that slur and definitely don't call him that.'

'What, it's a fact?'

'Shut up,' I yelled. 'Just leave him alone.'

TW over

I pulled George with me and looked at him in the corner of my eyes. He had high lifted shoulders and stared down at the ground as he cleared his throat awkwardly.

'Are you alright?'

'Y-yeah!' George said with a fake smile on his face. 'I'm totally fine, I'm not hurt by that.'

'Did he hurt you by pushing you?'

'No, not at all,' George said as he smiled. I saw an obvious red mark on his wrist which must have hurt him.

George pulled his sleeve down a bit so it covered the red mark and smiled again. 'I'm excited to see your place.'

It was obvious that he didn't want to talk about it. In fact, he didn't even know that I knew that he was gay. I acted like I had no idea why that guy came up to him, but of course I knew. George faked a smile again as we walked outside. He looked around him.

'It's hot here.'

'Yeah, you're used to England's cold temperatures. You should pull off your hoodie, you will melt away here.'

George nodded slowly and pulled off his hoodie. He was hiding his shirt a little and I looked at it. It was my merch with a smiley.

'You're wearing my merch,' I said with a big smile on my face.

George rolled his eyes. 'Shut up, idiot.'

I grinned and we kept walking to my car. George sat down in the seat next to me as I opened my car. I turned the volume of the radio up high and started driving.

'I'm scared next to you, you're going to kill me with this reckless driving style of yours.'

I just laughed about him being dramatic. 'You can't even drive, idiot.'

George rolled his eyes and looked in front of him at the road as I saw him looking down at his hand after. He had a tiny bruise on his wrist and rubbed his thumb over it with a sad face.

'Are you okay? Do you have pain?'

'No, it's nothing,' George said. 'I'm fine, I'm just really tired.'

'I'll show you around the house first and then you can sleep. I made your bed already, because I suspected that you would be tired.'

'Thanks,' George said with a light pink blush on his face. I noticed him trying to put on a mask to act happy, but I grabbed his hand very shortly with a smile on my face. I squeezed his hand to let him know that I cared about him. I saw George's cheeks heat up and his face flushed red as he looked down at his hands.

The rest of the car ride was quiet, but not uncomfortable. George was sitting with his eyes closed since he was exhausted from the plane. When we arrived at my place, I shortly showed George around, but he could barely stand on his feet.

I left him alone in his room and went downstairs to text Sapnap that George arrived. He called me and we ended up calling for hours, just as long as it took George to wake up again. I heard him walk to the bathroom, but he went back to bed after. I left him for a little, but I was very worried. He didn't seem to be okay at all.

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Summary:
Same "fan" comes up to George and swears at him, but Dream defends George and stands up for him.