"George I didn't mean it! I-" He snatched his hand out of my grasp. Tears spilled down his cheeks and he nodded, his lips pursed together, "Maybe if you're lucky, I'll get hit by a bus on my way out and you'll never have to see me again."

He rotated back to door and left the house. I went to chase after him, but before I made it to the door, Sapnap stepped in front of me and with a disapproving expression grumbled, "What the actual hell is wrong with you?" and disappeared upstairs.

I rushed to window and looked out, my eyes searching for him. But George was nowhere to be seen.

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I screwed up.

Really bad.

George hates me.

Sapnap probably does too.

I don't blame them though, I hate myself too at the moment. The words were echoing through my head. "Maybe if you're lucky, I'll get hit by a bus on my way out and you'll never have to see me again."

Tangling my fingers into my golden hair, I got out my phone to call him. With shaky hands, I dialled his number and raised the phone to my ear. It went straight to voicemail. An hour ago, George left the house and I've phoned him 17 times since then. I was worried. Even though there was a large chance he was just ignoring me, I still desperately needed to know if he was okay.

Sapnap had locked himself in his room. He seemed pretty disturbed when he saw me kissing George and horrified when I snapped at him.

What I said to George was only half true. Of course I don't hate George; I love him with every inch of my body but I have to admit what I said about him and Ezra though. I longed for his love. I know it's sounds hella cringed but I have no other way to put it.

I called him again. What else was I to do? But obviously he didn't pick up.

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The sun was sinking below the horizon, it was beginning to turn to night and George still hadn't come home. I texted Sapnap.

'He still hasn't come home. I'm worried.'

He has read the text, but hadn't replied. I knew he was also worried too though: George is his best friend, how could he not?

My eyelids were become heavy and I was making my way towards the stairs, when my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I gasped and fumbled around stupidly to retrieve it from my pocket.

Unknown Number Calling

I prayed silently that it would be George calling from a different phone. I answered. It wasn't George.

"Hello?" I sighed.

An awfully cheery voice said, "Hello! Is this Dream?"

"I- um yes, Dream is speaking." I was getting bored, I was tired and wanted to go to sleep.

"Okay, Hi Dream, I'm calling from the Hospital of Orlando. Do you know who George is and if you do, what is your relation with him."

I swallowed, "Yes I do, he's my um best friend."

She replied, "Right okay. Just to let you know, Sapnap, Ezra and his mother have also been contacted. I'm calling to inform you that George is a victim of a severe car crash in an uber at 8:45 this evening. He has suffered some fatal injuries in his head, legs and more. He is currently unconscious and being taken to the hospital. No visitors will be allowed until his condition is stable and we will let you know as soon as possible if George has survived. Good evening."

The line went dead.

Shivers crept up my spine, my breathing was fast and shallow. I stumbled backwards and my back pressed against the wall. My legs were wobbly, barely holding my weight. Accidentally, my phone slipped from my sweaty palms and crashed onto the tiled flooring.

Sapnap came rushing down the stairs and saw me leaning against the wall. He hurried over to me and as he did, my legs collapsed beneath me. Catching me as I fell, Sapnap hugged me tight as we both sank to to floor. He must have got the phone call too. Tears were flooding down my cheeks and I was sobbing uncontrollably into his chest.

We both just sat there and he tried to comfort me as I cried. George was out there somewhere, barely hanging onto his life and there was absolutely nothing we could do about it.