𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝗺 𝐲𝗼𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐞 ✔︎

All I Want

~ Flashbacks are in italics ~

{𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 ~ 𝙠𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚}

Reece's pov.
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Recce quietly opened the front door, being cautious of making too much noise, not really keen on waking Blake and George.

He winced as the door let out a loud creak as he pushed it open further. He sighed and shut the door, paying a lot less attention to the noise than before. So what if they knew he didn't come home last night? He's not a child, and he's not ashamed of having a little fun

Memories of last night slowly flood into his mind as he makes his way to his room. The pretty women he met, the many, many drinks he shoved down his throat while feeling the adrenaline of the alcohol, and then of course there was George.

George, his flushed face as they laughed endlessly, flopping over the dance floor like they owned it, like no one was watching. His pink lips that had suddenly appealed to Reece last night, and he stupidly kissed him. His best friend. He kissed his best friend and then left him confused after he basically pushed him away.

He stops short when a figure emerges right in front of him, causing him to have a mini heart attack and crash into him

" Blake! Are you trying to kill me?" He laughs half-heartedly and huffs out a breath as he realises it's just Blake standing in his way

Blake's face doesn't nudge as he stands up straighter form his position in the doorframe of Reece's room.

Reece frowns for a second, his mind scrambling inside as he tries to think of what he's done to irritate him, but then Blake lets out a huge cheeky grin and he knows he's about to get teased.

"Somebody had funnn" he playfully pushes Reece's shoulder while bowing his head down and laughing which Reece returns with a gently push aside as he makes his way further into the bedroom.

"Oh piss off blake, it's not like you haven't not come home one night" he laughs as he flops down onto his bed, ready to fall asleep at any second. Or at least that's the case until Blake decides to haul himself on top of him like a tiger leaping onto its pray.

"Blake! Get off! What is your problem" he attempts to give Blake a hard glare, eager to show how serious his was about interpreting nap plans, but it ultimately fails as he stares at Blake for 0.2 seconds before both of them erupting with laughter.

"Let's go annoy George, I still need to ask him how his night went, you know after you ditched him" Reece laughs it off as a joke, but somehow the words cut into him, like it's his conscience trying to guilt him. But he didn't do anything wrong, did he? It was just a mistake, and he was pretty certain they both knew that.

So why did he keep replying it over and over in his mind?

Blake doesn't bother to knock on George's door before firing himself on top of George's small form that's curled up around thick white covers.

George sit up with a gasp and a tiny squeak before looking around up and him at what's happening. Reece can't help but notice the dull, sad look on his friends face and he's not the only one.

"Wait George, are you okay? Have you been crying?" Reece's eyes widen in sync with George's as he makes his way closer to the bed, placing himself right in-front of George who was now was looking sheepishly at his duvet.

"What? N-no it's just, I'm just tired that's all" he looked up at them and attempted a smile that looked very half hearted. It wasn't very convincing and he guessed Blake thought the same as he slowly got up with a suspicious look on his face. Reece thought he was going to push it but instead Blake just nodded and announced he was going to make breakfast.

Reece sighed in relief as Blake left, wanting to have a moment alone with George to talk about last night. Expect there was one problem, he didn't know what to say, sorry? For kissing him or for stopping?

"George... last night, I- " he was cut short by George nodding his head slowly, still waking up from his sleep.

"A mistake. Yeah I understand Reece, crazy things happen when there's a mix of alcohol and you" George chuckled before lifting the duvet up and preparing to get up.

"Yeah... it was crazy" he mumbled, not even sure that George could hear him

Reece couldn't help but notice George's bare chest as he reached for a shirt to put on, he felt a weird sensation in his stomach as he failed to tear his eyes away from a shirtless George.

"Reece? You ok?"  Suddenly he snapped out of it and moved his eyes to George's face, which was portraying that he was clearly confused at Reece's silence, and he supposed it was quiet unnatural for him too.

" oh yeah fine, I better go for a shower, bye" he rambled as he moved backwards to the doorway, almost tripping over everything behind him as he mumbled words and basically ran out of the room.

He ran into the bathroom, locking the door and leaning heavily against it, his breaths coming out in rapid movements, his mind spinning although it failed to actually formulate any thoughts.

He doesn't know why he's feeling like this. Nothing happened, so why was his face so flustered? Why was his heart thumping so hard in his chest he feared it would stop?

The answer was sitting in the back of his mind, but it was being intentionally ignored. He can't like George. It would break up the bands friendship, the awkwardness of it would ruin the their chemistry, and it would ruin his reputation. He wasn't gay. Not even a tiny bit.

His mind involuntarily wanders back to when he was in high school.

* flashback*

" Reece, I really like having you around, I think- I think I like you" jack, his former friend had said to him as they lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling

Reece turned his head, now gazing right into his eyes, but soon they wandered down to his lips and suddenly he crashed them against his.

They continued kissing, Reece's hand cupping his cheek as he felt a hand grip his waist and pull him closer. He couldn't help but feel amazed at the difference he felt now from before when he had kissed his previous girlfriend.

Suddenly the door slammed open and his dad walked in with a small grin, that is until he saw what was going on. His son. Kissing another boy.

His face contoured into rage and he strolled over, landing a harsh grip on to jacks hoodie, dragging him off the bed as he shouted something about his son being a dirty fag, and it was all jacks fault.

He snapped out of his memory, shaking his head as if that would rid it from his mind forever. He was a stupid kid, and it was a mistake. His family knew that now, and they had no reason to worry. He liked girls... that was all.

Yet he still couldn't help but think of how jacks lips were nothing back then in comparison to the sparks he felt when he kissed George yesterday.

Maybe it was the alcohol...yep 100% the alcohol.

Or Maybe 85%

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These chapters are quiet short but the next ones will definitely be longer and include more in them :)

These chapters were mainly focusing on how they both feel about the situation and each other!

Thanks for reading xx