Request by L120250140 (Wattpad)
TW: fainting, overworking
3rd Person P.O.V.
It hadn't been a good week for George. He had been super busy, from streaming, to editing, to preparing for Dream's visit... it was a lot, all at once. And, sure, maybe he should've tried to take better care of himself, but honestly, it had barely even crossed his mind.
It was a Friday evening, and George was busy editing a video that he was supposed to post two days earlier. Dream's flight was expected to land in a little over five hours, and there was still so much he had to get done...
George made a mental checklist of things he had to get done. First, he had to finish editing the video. After editing, he would upload and post it, obviously. Then he had to tidy up his house, and finish setting up the guest room for Dream. And he should really go out and buy some more groceries...
All that had to be done before George left to pick up Dream at the airport. He could do it.
George slumped backwards in his chair with a sigh. Editing had taken a bit longer than expected, and it was nearly 10 pm. He had to be at the airport by midnight... so he had to work faster.
After the video was posted, George quickly got to cleaning up, wiping down the kitchen counters and putting away random objects that had found their way into view. He also set up the guest room, putting a small Dream figurine on the nightstand with a soft blush.
His phone alarm went off, telling the brunette it was time to go. He hadn't gotten groceries yet, but it would be fine, he could just go out later and get them.
Of course, later would probably be around 2 or 3 am.
George drove to the airport, parking and heading inside to wait. He felt a bit light headed, and sat down on a bench. He glanced at the time, seeing that it was nearly midnight. Dream would land soon, and they could go home and George could finally relax...
"George? George, hey, wake up!" The Brit groaned, frowning.
"Wha'?" He mumbled, squinting. A large blond man stood before him, the bustle around them reminding George of why he was there. "Dream?" The man grinned, offering him a hand.
"Hi Gogy!"
"Mhm, let's go home..." George yawned. Dream's smile faltered.
"Hey, c'mon, I just flew for like, 12 hours, just to see you. Aren't you excited?"
"Yeah..." George cleared his throat, standing up. "Right. Yeah, sorry, it's just kinda late..." Dream nodded, taking George's hand and dragging him through the airport. "Wait, hold on..." George bought a coffee at one of the stores, grimacing at the bitter taste. He had to stay awake, it would be fine...
They walked outside to the parking lot, finding George's car easily. The drive home was mostly one-sided conversation, Dream being wide awake and trying to keep George awake as well. The coffee was helping, but Dream's excited chatter was the real thing keeping George's eyes open and more or less focused on the road.
"I'm literally so excited to be here, and you, you're-" he paused, grinning.
"I'm what?"
"You're short," Dream wheezed, noticing the small smile on George's face.
"You're an idiot, I'm actually average height and you know that. You're the one who's freakishly tall," he shot back, grinning.
"You're tiny!"
"Shut up!"
They pulled into the driveway, walking inside to see George's apartment. Dream glanced around, shrugging.
"So...?"
"It's nice. Very quaint," Dream emphasized.
"Quaint," George repeated, shaking his head. "What does that even mean?" The blond burst out into wheezy laughter, doubling over just slightly.
"You're such an idiot." The phase held familiarity to both boys, George cracking a smile.
"Yeah, right. So, you'll be staying here." Dream set his bag down in the guest room, eyes darting to the small figure of his Minecraft skin on the side table.
"I like it," he nodded, glancing back at George. "So, um, I don't know how tired you are... but could we watch a movie or something? I won't be able to fall asleep right now." George hesitated for a moment, gaze dropping to the floor, then back at Dream. "If you're too tired it's fine-"
"No, no, I can do that. The remote is on the couch if you want to pick something out, I'll be right there." Dream nodded, heading to the living room while George went to the kitchen. He leaned his elbows on the counter, putting his head in his hands. God, he was tired... but Dream was his guest.
A wave of dizziness hit him, and he didn't dare let go of the counter until it passed. Sighing, George went into the living room to see Dream watching the opening credits of some movie.
"Hey," he mumbled. The blond looked up at him, eyebrows furrowing.
"Hey. Are you ok? You look kinda pale," he observed.
"Um, yeah, I'm ok... I just think I need to lie down-" The words had barely escaped his lips when his body finally gave out, eyes rolling back as he collapsed. Luckily, Dream had seen it coming, and quickly jumped up to catch the unconscious boy.
George was carefully laid down across the couch, Dream watching him worriedly as his nose twitched slightly, forehead creasing uncomfortably.
"Mmm..." He mumbled, eyes blinking open slowly.
"George!" Dream exclaimed, eyes darting over the brunette's exhausted expression. "How much sleep have you gotten lately...?" George closed his eyes, sighing and holding a hand to his forehead.
"Um... I don't know, maybe like... eight hours?"
"A night?"
"This week..."
"Are you kidding me? George, go to bed, you must be so sleep deprived..." The Brit let out a weak protest, only to be met with Dream draping a blanket over him. "The movie can wait, it's ok. Just go to sleep, God, George," he insisted. George huffed, but gladly took the offer.
"Mkay... thanks Dream." The blond sighed, smiling with a nod.
"No problem, Gogy."
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