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HAVEN - I
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The heavyness of my footsteps and my accompanying luggage seemed louder than usual, echoing against the hallow walls as I passed by each each door. At the very center of the hall, the numbers 402 plastered across a mahogany door in rustic metal. My eyes shifted down to my phone gripped securely between my sweaty palms, rereading.
Wetting my lips nervously, I brought my fist up to knock softly. My brows furrow at the sheer silence on the other side. Huffing, I quickly knock a few more times, trying to be more obvious. I frown, checking again that the numbers were infact correct.
I look down preparing my shaky hands to write a message out, contemplating what I could say about a mistake, being that it’s not one of my own. As im about to type, a sudden sound of loud foots steps come towards me from behind the door. I quickly shut my phone off attempting to stand composed, just as quickly, the door is being pulled open harshly. I could feel the blood draining from my face, as I took in the man that had come to stand over me. His hair was damp and he smelled an awful lot like green apple body wash for kids. Surprisingly, that calmed my nerves, only till he started speaking.
"Hi, sorry I was in the middle of something," He chuckles almost sarcastically but with a curved smile I didn’t know he had. He doesn't seem nervous at all by my presence, not put off in the slightest. If we hadnt just met in person, i'd place my hand to his chest to confim his heart was racing at the same pace as my own.
"Hi, it's- no worries." I stammered, though I smile widely I cringe just imagining how stupid I must look in comparison to his annoying composure, "I was just about to message you...Clay!" I laugh, desperately attempting to seem natural within his domineering presence.
"George! I had a bet going that you'd go to the wrong building, you cost me money." I laugh, suddenly feeling embarrassed, and embarrassed that im embarrassed. It’s just Dream like i'd known him previously. Only now he felt real, and he looked real, and he looked clean, while i was disgusting after an almost 10 hour flight.
"I quite literally almost got stranded a few times, America is weird." He rolls his eyes childishly, nodding towards my carry on bag. I offer him the luggage which he pulls from my grasp with ease, softly brushing his much larger hands over mine while doing so. I give him a tight lipped smile pulling my hands away quickly, clasping them tightly together.
"Aren't you glad to finally be here?" He questions me abruptly, my eyes lock on his only to find him already staring at me. As confidently as possible I answer, "Its alright," he scoffs at that, as if he's caught on to my act.
"Well, get in in here." He says, cracking another crooked smile, before turning and opening the door behind him wider.