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*BANG!* The noise drags itself through the small kitchen loudly as it's followed by the shattering of something.
"Damnit" dream mutters bending down to pick up the shades of white porcelain when he realises the bright golden rim and the small grayish flowers on the little broken pieces of white.
On the floor infront of him, broken, is one of the few valuable plates from Georges Parents Wedding that they had given them as a moving in gift.
His mind begins to rattle as Tears start to prick his eyes, he looks up and sees George standing in the doorway worried expression on his face.
After he looked from the Porcelain on the floor to his boyfriends welling eyes, he realises what happend.
"George..I I'm so.. s- so sorry" he squeaks out fast, Heavy sobbs now disturbing his voice.
"I.. I.. rea- really I didn't know- a- a it fell - a-an and it broke. I - I I'm so s- sorry I d- didn't mea-"
"Hey hey hey" George stops him with a soft tone making his way over to the blond sobbing with the broken plate by his feet.
"I know you didn't mean to. It's fine. Really, I don't care about the stupid plate" He says cupping the bigger man's face, whipping his tears away with his thumbs and making quiet "Shhh" sounds in an attempt to soothe the tall boy
But all of the "sshhht"s and the "You're alright baby you're gonna be fine"s didn't help dream, who infact was now starting to hyperventilate, the pressure of his thoughts and his tears to much for him to also regulate his breathing normaly.
This new found struggle to breathe prompted, like it always does, more panic and worry causing him to slowly slide down the kitchen kabinets and land hard against the tile floor, back to the cupboard and knees pressed tightly to his quivering chest, arms placed on the knees blocking his face.
George realising the extend to what is happening quickly, kneels down next to the Blond and trys to stop what had already started.
Dreams breathing got heavier and heavier. His vision became foggy and his hearing dropped out completely. He was now captured within his mind having to face his thoughts without any possible escape.
"YOU IDIOT WHY WOULD YOU DROP THAT PLATE?" he hears someone yelling in the back of his head.
"HOW DUMB COULD YOU BE? CAN'T EVEN HOLD A PLATE? GEORGE COULD DO WAY BETTER THAN YOU!" the voice yells now louder and clearer making his entire body shake and send a choking squeeze down his already tightened throat.
"GEORGE DESERVES BETTER! THAT PLATE WAS PROBABLY WORTH MORE THAN YOU!"
"NOBODY LOVES YOU THEY'RE ALL JUST ACTING TO MESS WITH YOU"
On the outside George can't see the thoughts but he can clearly tell the Pain they cause, through Clays shaking body, his near inability to breathe his constant rocking himself back and forth as a way of trying to soothe himself, pressing his hands to his ears, and he knows he has to do something quick to help him out.
He reaches forward small slim fingers wrap around the crying face, tears flowing in speeds he's never seen before. His fingers are gentle and loving petting over the blonds face softly scooting closer now gripping Dreams face tightly to stop him from rocking back and forth.
"YOU SUCK! YOU DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING NICE IN LIFE YOU WEIRDO"
the voice in dreams head shouts and its almost like they're being played on loudspeakers by the Volume of them.
He wants to leave so badly, he wants to leave and go lay in his bed and cry or do anything for that matter but one thing was sure he wanted to leave as fast as possible.
"YOU SHOULD JUST DIE, EVERYONE WOULD BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU!"
It rings in his head over and over repeating louder and louder everytime.
"YOUR PARENTS WERE RIGHT YOU-"
Suddenly the voice was quiet, it was still there but it had been taken over by a different one, a familiar one, this one was soft and Gentle not mean and loud.
"Baby you're all right, it's ok you're gonna be fine I just need you to breathe for me baby ok? Can you do that?"
Even tho the Voice sounded familiar he couldn't quite understand who was talking to him.
The voice started to get louder and clearer, the white started to cleanse slowly from his eyes as he became aware of the soft hand that was softly stroking a thumb over his tearstriken cheek.
The fog clears and dream can see his boyfriends worried face smiling directly infront of him.
"Dream, you're alright it's ok you're gonna be fine. I promise. I don't care about the plate really. Come on breathe for me baby, please breathe for me. Like this Deeeeep breath" he says as he takes a big breath of air in through his open mouth.
Slowly, still shaking and struggling to breathe clay opens his mouth as well and pulls in a big deep gulp of the hot heavy air around him.
"Good really really good. You're doing great! now Breathe out baby"
He follows the boys words and let's a big wave of used air gush out of his mouth in one big push.
"Great Job Darling, you're doing so good. I'm so proud of you, just keep it going ok? Keep breathing for me"
"Good really good" George says inbetween Dreams slow deep Breaths in and his strong shakey Breathes out, the blond finally being able to calm down and relax a bit.
Once having regained full control over his breathing, still shaking and crying the man throws himself forward into the small brunetts arms just wanting to be held and cuddled wanting for everything to just go away.
George, suprised by the force, was nearly knocked back but managed to catch himself with one outstretched hand as the other wrapped tightly around his sobbing boyfriend who had now climbed in his lap.
Slowly the brunet stands up, holding the way bigger boy by his thighs and hearing him cry big heavy tears into the side of his Neck.
"I know baby these suck, I know. I'm sorry. It's ok were gonna go lay down for a bit alright?"
As he felt a small nod in the crease between his head and shoulder he walked them over to the bedroom and settled down on the nice and comfortable mattress, his boyfriend laying snug on his rising chest.
As soon as they layed down, and George is rubbing a loving hand on Clays back, he can hear the youngers crying slowly turn into little sobs that disrupted the silence every couple seconds.
He keept petting his back, whispering sweet words of love and aderation into the blonds ears and also moving his other hand to his head petting it softly.
Very slowly he can feel the blonds body get heavier and heavier sinking into his chest and soon he can hear small snores gently dropping into the warm air around them.
------ 3 HOURS LATER -------
After not checking his phone for hours George grabs it from his pocket and opens it to several texts from sapnap, who wasn't only their best friend but also their next door neighbour.
SAPNAP:
Hey I hear a lot of crying, are you guys okay?
SAPNAP:
are you guys like having a fight or something? I don't wanna intrude or anything but I'm getting worried.
SAPNAP:
Text me as soon as you read this please.
GEORGE:
Hey sapnap sorry for not responding, clay had a pretty bad panic attack earlier that's why you heared all that crying.
SAPNAP:
oh dang I'm sorry. What happend? did you guys fight? Is he better now?
GEORGE:
No we didn't have a fight. He dropped one of my parents wedding plates and felt really bad even after I told him that I didn't care. He had a pretty bad attack today, kinda scared me, he hasn't had one in so long, but I think he's better now, we've been cuddling for like 3 hours and he's asleep now.
SAPNAP:
I can understand how scary that is, the ones that I witnessed were never that bad but those already scared me half to death. You're dealing really well with this but don't forget to take care of yourself too, okay? Get some sleep George, today was a long day.
GEORGE:
Thank you sapnap I appreciate you more than you think. I'm sure you can come over tomorrow if you want, if dream is up for it, these attacks take so much energy out of him poor guy.
SAPNAP:
Yeah well see if he's up for it. Now you go to sleep as well please you need your rest. Good night
GEORGE:
Ok good night see you tomorrow!
And with those words he clicks the little rectangular button on the side of his phone and places it on the little nightstand next to their big queensized bed, as he leans back and sinks into the fluffyness of the pillows below, his snoring Boyfriend still rising with the movement of his every breath.
He smiles softly and moves his hands to the soft blond locks again which he intertwines his fingers in as he leans forward to press one little kiss to the top of dreams head.
From where George was you couldn't see it, but if you had the right angle to glance at the bigger boys mouth, you could definitely see a little smile creep on his lips as he snuggles his way even deeper into Georges warm chest.
THE END