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Sunlight flooded the bare bedroom and the rays warmed the comforter on top of your body. Beside you was another heat source, George. You rolled over and saw him sleeping, his breathing was gentle and his eyes had bags underneath them still. He had been working late on his videos the past few weeks and it was showing the results of his mental health being worn down. You reached up to his face, your finger tracing his jawline. George was the best you ever had. He was a beautiful person in and out, yet the last few months had been rough on your relationship.
"Hi.." George's eyes opened slowly, they were dark and always kept you captivated.
"Sup sleeping beauty." You smiled at him and put an arm across his chest as you leaned your head on him. He was so warm, literally your personal heater and you appreciated it so much.
George stretched his arms and then engulfed you into his arms. Moments like these made you feel so grateful to have him in your life, but you never the feeling was mutual. George seemed to be busy or tired all the time unless he was in bed with you, then he suddenly wasn't tired and had tons of energy. Go figure.
His hands rubbed your back and he kissed the top of your head. "I'm gonna hop in the shower." You nodded as he slid out of your embrace and made way to the bathroom. You lied there for a few minutes until you heard a light buzz on the bedside table. George's phone. You peeked over and saw a message from a contact with a girls name and the smirking emoji.
"What the hell.." You spoke softly out of shock and grabbed the phone, reading the message anger rose up.
Girl: "You free tonight? I'll be in NY."
George: "I am but gotta get her occupied."
Get me occupied? Who the fuck does he think he is?
Girl: "Cool, text me when you're on your way, I'll be at my apartment."
The anger became so much you couldn't bear it. You grabbed your phone and snapped a picture of his convo and set his phone back down. You slid out of bed and threw on adidas sweats and a shirt. Your hair was in an annoying mess so you wrapped it up into a bun. You glared at the bathroom door where George was and kicked it once.
"What the- what was that?" George yelled from inside the bathroom.
"I'm going out, I'll be back whenever." You spoke with so much anger and bitterness. You knew he had been weird the past few months but this? Seeing someone behind you back? What the actual fuck?
You walked down the hall and grabbed your keys out of the bowl near the door. You opened it and shut it as hard as you could and let out a small grunt after. You were not the person to mess with, you were going to find some shit out and you knew the person to ask..
Ian.
//AN\\ Sup guys, sorry about this chapter being short and boring, the setup kind of sucks but I promise you next chapter will be a lot more interesting.