My Bodyguard

~Twenty-One~

TW: Mentions of SH

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George's pov
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I felt a hand in my hair, stroking my head gently. Light seeped into my eyes, causing me to groan at the shear brightness.

"Feeling better?" Dream asked. I looked up to see him looking back down at me. He had a warm smile on his face. His eyes looked red and puffy which took me by surprise.
"Yeah... I'm good I think.." I replied, "Are you good?"
"What? Oh yeah... I'm fine." He answered.

I slowly lifted my head off his lap, sitting up entirely. I was still wearing the same clothes from the day before. I felt absolutely boiling hot. I pulled off my flannel before leaning back on the sofa.

"G-George?" Dream sounded scared. I turned to him, confused.
"Uh.. Yeah?" He had tears in his widened eyes.
"W-what's..." He signalled towards my arm. My eyes doubled in size and I completely froze.

"I..." I started but I couldn't say anything. Tears built up in my swollen eyes and there was nothing I could do to stop them overflowing. Dream looked as if he couldn't move either.

He probably thought I was disgusting for doing such a thing to myself. He was probably going to tell me how much of a worthless piece of shit I was. He probably hated me.

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Dream's pov
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I stared at him in absolute horror. He had done all of that to himself. Just like I had.

I couldn't move. I could barely speak. How hadn't I noticed how he always covered his arms? How didn't I notice it when I did the exact same thing?

He stared back at me and for the first time, I could see a dark load of pain behind his eyes. My eyes went between his dark glossy eyes and his scars.

I didn't know whether or not to approach him. Whether or not to talk about it. Whether or not to wrap him up in my arms and tell him everything was alright.

The whole situation felt like slow-motion. Time stood completely still. We both just sat, frozen in our places, staring into each other's broken souls.

Before I knew what I was doing, I had made my way over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"George, baby. Everything will be alright. I'm here for you." I whispered through salty sobs. I kissed his cheek, holding onto him tight. "As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you."

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George's pov
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He held onto me so tight I didn't think he would ever let go. I didn't want him to. "Georgie, promise me you'll never ever do that to yourself again." His voice cracked as he spoke.
"I..." I knew deep down that it was a promise I couldn't keep. I had tried too many times before, failing every single time.

We were both sat upright. He had his hand interlocked with mine and his other gently stroked my arm. He traced over each one while holding me tight. "George, you are the most amazing person I've ever met. It pains me to see that you've gone through something like this. I promise that I'll be here for you, no matter what. Please, just promise you won't do it. Don't do what I did."

His voice sounded strained from his cries. Those last words reminded me of what I had seen earlier. His scars. He looked slightly scared about what he had just said. "Wait I wasn-" I interrupted his worried words.
"I already know." Another tear rolled down his cheek.

A short silence filled the space between us. I had never known silence to be quite this loud. "I... I promise Dream." I knew deep down that I wouldn't be able to keep it. I saw his face light up slightly.
"Really? You promise?" He sounded hopeful.
"Yes."

He squeezed my hand and I looked back up into his glossy green eyes. He looked back down into mine and he began to lean forwards. His lips softly touched with mine, igniting sparks all around. No matter how sad I found myself, his presence alone comforted me.

He pulled off his jumper, revealing the scars on his arms and then he wrapped his arms back around me. His hand clutched onto mine again and he pressed a soft kiss to my salty cheek.

(a/n: I reccomend listening to Falling by Harry Styles for this part.)

He took out his phone, connecting it to the speakers. A soft piano echoed through the large room. He slowly got to his feet, looking down into my eyes. His hand reached out for mine and with slight hesitation, I took it.

He pulled me to my feet and into an embrace. He pulled back slightly and we began to sway to the gentle piano together. The singing had started.

His eyes peered into mine as we slowly moved side to side. Simple moments like these meant the world to me. I had expected him to just leave. I had expected him to call me disgusting but no. Here we were, dancing together as if nothing else in the world mattered. As if it was just us against the whole world.

A small smile crept onto my lips as we stared deeply into one another's eyes. I couldn't describe this feeling. I had never felt something like this before. And then I met him.

He lit up my world in a way nobody else ever had. He made me feel whole. Tears still glazed our eyes and the odd few rolled down our cheeks.

My arms draped around his neck and his wrapped around my waist. The way he held me sent butterflies through my stomach.

Once again, it felt as if time stood completely still. Not a sound filled the room except the light beat of the song. I saw something that felt familiar. A warm smile, just like the one from the first time we met. His smile alone was enough to light up the whole world.

In the dimly lit room, he glowed like an angel. His messy dirty blonde hair fell perfectly against the smooth skin of his face. His muscular arms felt soothing against my body.

"I love you." Dream's soft voice cut through the quiet.
"I love you too." At that, he leaned in and pulled me into a deep passionate kiss. My body pressed against his as our mouths slid together in unison.

Every worry that had previously consumed me had left my system. When our lips first crashed together, fireworks went off.

We eventually pulled away from each other and continued to sway for what felt like hours...

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(a/n: Next chapter will be much longer don't worry.)