BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 158: the end

"Yeah I'm fine... just thinking" I replied, kissing my husband on the cheek like he did for me.
"What'cha thinking about?" Nick questioned.
I shrugged my shoulders, "about how much of a pair of shitheads you and Zak were to my husband last year." I stated in a tone which made it clear I was joking.

"Language."
Everyone on the couch laughed as we looked over to Zak who was now blushing slightly. "I-I didn't mean that... I don't have a problem with you guys swearing. That's Darryl's thing not mine."

All of us laughed at the ravenette except for his boyfriend, who just 'awwd' and kissed Zak on the lips.
"Aww, Zak you are turning into your boyfriend," Nick teased, only to get slapped lightly on the shoulder by Karl. "It's so disgusting."
"During sex you've been inside the Darryl, but the Darryl has been inside you all along." Alex added, giggling along with Nick.

"Language," Darryl muttered, not moving from his spot cuddling up against his boyfriend.
"Why do I put up with you two?"" Karl asked Alex and Nick. He attempted to stand up but was pulled back down into a tight hug by the two.
"You put up with us because we are good at se-" Nick was cut off when he was elbowed in the ribs.

"You two are such children." Karl muttered as he stood up and moved over to the other side of me before sitting down.
He sat down beside George. "I can't believe I got engaged to you two when I should have just gotten engaged to George instead."

The brunette sitting on my lap chuckled, "I would absolutely love to get engaged to you Karl," he glanced at me evilly and smirked, "what if we also got engaged to Darryl?" George asked.
"Yes. We should."

I watched as George slid down onto the ground and took Darryl's hands, "Darryl... would you like to do Karl and I the honour of marrying us just to piss off his and your boyfriends, and my husband?"
Darryl laughed, "I'd love to."
(And that's how bodyguard ends)

(Kidding).

"Really Darryl?" Zak asked, pulling him onto his lap, "how dare you get engaged to George and Karl after you got engaged to me."
"Wait... when did you guys get engaged?" Alex asked, which was something the other 4 of us had all been wondering.

"Yeah, and Georgie you are married,  you should love me too much to have a mistress... or a Karl and a Darryl." Clay said as he pulled me up to kiss me on the lips.

"I love you Georgie." I mumbled before kissing his forehead.

"I love you too Clay..." He replied, "you are the best boyfriend, fiance, husband, friend, and bodyguard..."

"But most importantly you are the world's best Pillow."
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Here is a brief extract from my story Demons, to anyone who wanted to see a bit about it.

George POV.

Dream picked me up in his arms as though I was a child and immediately began walking back in the direction that we had come from. As he did so I attempted to squirm from his grip, only causing him to release some of his apple cinnamon scent.

"Let me go… please…" I mumbled, trying to get out of his grip as he ignored me, "please just let me go…"
A tear rolled down my cheek, I hated feeling so helpless compared to him, but with that intoxicating scent I couldn't do shit.
"Please…" I whimpered.

"Shhh Georgie. I know you want to go but let me take you home. You're hungry and tired. Please just let me take care of you." Demon's get really protective, but I was surprised just how protective he seemed to be over me, it felt… nice, but unnatural.

My head was resting on his shoulder as he carried me back, my legs wrapped around his waist. His hands were resting with one on my lower back and the other on my shoulders, while one of my arms wrapped around his neck and the other hand, my injured left one was being held against his chest.

The blond demon noticed and looked down at my hand, somehow moving me around slightly so he was carrying me bridal style before gently grabbing my hand with one of his arms and examining it.
"What happened?" He asked, examining it with his eyes glowing softly.
“It’s nothing.” I told him, moving my hand back to my chest again only to have the demon growl, unsatisfied with my answer. “Fine, it got cut by a thorn.” I responded, my eyes narrowing in annoyance.

“I’ll help clean up the injury when we get back home, then you need rest.” The demon stated, not leaving me any room for negotiation.
I simply sighed, hating how he gave himself authority over my life. All I wanted was to be able to have control over my life but now I don’t. When I was 9 I lost my mother, my home, my first friends, at 16, I lost my father, and now at age 19 I lost my freedom.

Sometime during the walk home I began getting drowsy and fell asleep.