So I lost one of the chapters I wrote but I realized that this is the next one to be posted so here it is

But the next chapter I lost it halfway through writing it and I'm still mad about it 😡🖐

TW: PTSD, anxiety, suggested mention of past events

Previously...

"You think he'll want to?"

"I don't know. Probably?" Wilbur tilts his head, lips turning up in a small smile. "I think you should ask him."

"Yeah... yeah, I can go do that. Thanks, Will." He nods, shrugging.

"No problem."

George's P.O.V.

I laid down, staring at the ceiling. Popcorn ceiling. The same type I have at my apartment. The same type that Cole-

"Hey, George, can I come in?" I drew in a shaky breath, squeezing my eyes shut. "Oh, right... um... I guess I'll just..." Dream sounded incredibly awkward. It would've almost been funny if we weren't in this situation.

"I'll count down first, ok? 3... 2... 1..." The door opened, hinges squealing loudly. I couldn't help the gentle flinch when I heard the door opening.

He can't hurt me anymore. Dream wouldn't lie to me. I'm safe. I'm safe.

"Hey... can I talk to you about something?" My muscles immediately tensed, and Dream must've noticed because he quickly added: "It's not anything bad. You're not in trouble or anything, I just wanted to ask you something."

I blinked, looking up at him for a split second before focusing my gaze on his chest instead. It was easier without the eye contact.

"Ok, so I was thinking... what if you came with me to Florida?" My breath hitched, anxiety rushing through my veins. "You don't have to agree if you don't want to, obviously, I just thought it might be better. You could have your own room with plenty of space, it would be far away from any bad memories, and..." Dream paused, fidgeting with his hands shyly. "...I'd be there."

I don't want to go anywhere. I've been moved around far too much in the past few days, from my apartment, to the hospital, to Wilbur's apartment, and now Dream wants to bring me to Florida? It's so much all at once...

"I understand if you don't want to, but hear me out. I can't stay here much longer, I only have permission to stay for three weeks." He let out a soft sigh, frowning. "If you came to Florida with me, we could get you a visa. It'd be just you and me in my house. Nobody else will be there, nobody else will hurt you."

I know he means well. And it's not that I don't want to go to Florida with him. But the thought of being alone in a house with only one person there... it makes me so unbelievably nervous.

"So, George, what do you think? Will you come to Florida with me?"

But then again, this is Dream. The man who- quite literally- packed up and shipped himself across an entire ocean because I didn't answer his texts. I don't want to disappoint him.

I exhale shakily, looking up at Dream. His face is hopeful- he looks like an excited puppy. I bite the inside of my cheek, nodding. He grins widely, jumping up and clasping his hands together.

"Yes! George, I could kiss you right now, thank you! Hold on, I gotta go tell Wilbur!" Dream runs out, and I'm left dumbfounded.

Did he just say he would kiss me?

I probably shouldn't think about it. Dream's said stuff like that before, I know he gets excited and will just blurt something out.

It meant nothing, I tell myself. He's just excited.

Still, it made me nervous. Dream wouldn't... he wouldn't just do something like that, right? I don't think he would. I don't want to think he would.

I heard pounding footsteps approach my door, and I grabbed a blanket for comfort. It's ok. It's probably just Dream.

"George! Let's go pick out a flight, c'mon!" He looks so happy, I can't let him down. I feel like I owe Dream, for scaring him enough to make him take a flight to England. I want him to be happy.

Hesitantly, I follow him down the hall, hugging the blanket in my arms. I'm in less pain than I was before, and my limp is mostly gone, which is good I guess. But just because nothing physical is there doesn't mean the mental aspect goes away.

Dream leads me to Wilbur's office, where a list of flights are already up on the computer screen. This is all happening so fast, I don't even know what to think...

"Ok, so! I was thinking maybe... we could take first class? That way it'll be quieter and less people around, y'know?" Dream suggests, filtering the flight results. I grab a fistful of the blanket in my arms, squeezing it tightly. I need to calm down.

"What if we did next week? On a... Thursday afternoon?" Dream clicks on one of the flights, showing it to me. "We'd get to Florida pretty late, but it wouldn't really matter anyway. This one has no extra stops either, just uninterrupted from London to Orlando." He seems pretty set on this flight. Who am I to argue?

"So? Should we take this one, or keep looking? It's fine if you don't want to go so soon-" I cut him off with a nod. He smiles, buying two first class tickets. "Thank you Georgie~" I just nod, grabbing the blanket tighter. I really just want to be alone right now.

"You can... you can do what you want now, I just wanted your opinion on what flight we take. If you don't want to stay in here it's ok." As soon as the words leave his mouth, I'm out the door, heading back down the hall to the room I was staying in.

Well... I guess I'm going to Florida.

Oh gogy why don't you tell him you don't wanna go :(((

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