Georgenotfound x Reader

Turns out, he was.  Famous, that is.

The moment you stepped through the door frame, you stripped off all your soaked clothing and settled in a soft pair of pajamas in bed.  Your laptop opened itself and you popped on headphones blocking out the obnoxious rain outside. 

Although you were probably supposed to be tired, your mind was going a million mph.  The time plastered on your laptop illuminated the room.  Your classes began in about 5 hours- plenty of time for a nap after you'd completed what you needed to. 

First you opened up your phone, just to double check that the coffee shop boy- George- 's contact was actually saved and wasn't just a vivid hallucination. 

There it was, clear as day.  George.  Your insides were sent a flutter again at the image of him looking at your name in the same way you did his.  And despite being nothing but a fantasy, butterflies still flew about your stomach. 

Next: research.  Your fingers flew to the keyboard, arriving at twitter and the humble search bar that rested atop it. 

It only took you a minute to find him- @GeorgeNotFound.  George .  Followers: 89.3K.  Joined December 2014.

Latest tweet: "I'm starting a collection D:" with a photo of two shiny silver youtube plaques and one gold one.

You knew it was stupid, but you felt your cheeks heat scrolling at his achievements.  This boy was successful all right, and pouring through his other tweets only expanded your admiration.  Associating with people like MrBeast, Dream of course, Wilbur Soot, even Belle Delphine?

Who is this guy? 

You'd almost couldn't believe it was the same shy person from the cafe at all- as if Dream had another best friend named George.  It was like two different people.

That is until you spotted a picture of him in the mentions.

Yep, that was him alright.  Coffee bean hair, blinding smile, dark brown eyes.  He was laughing in the picture, and it seemed strange and almost intrusive to stare at him so voraciously having just interacted with him in real life.  It felt like he'd come alive and avert his gaze any moment. 

On the other hand, this version of him- the one tethered to a computer screen and seen by probably millions- it looked... freer.  Happier, even.  You didn't know why you thought that, but something in the energy he exuded from his tweets and clips of his videos was so drastically different from his shyness when he'd been with you.

One thing was for sure, he had a relationship with his audience and friends that allowed this side of him to shine.  You navigated to YouTube, finding his channel and selecting video after video.  His mannerisms through a camera were so different from the withdrawn yet fascinating person you'd met- you felt yourself falling for his sense of humor in a way that you hadn't quite been able to speaking directly to him.

He was more loose, more spontaneous.  The walls he'd built, that you built, to protect yourselves in the view of others in public were nonexistent.  The way he spoke about things was different, less serious and more visionary. 

But the sparkle in his eyes were the same. 

You probably ended up watching all of his videos, finding his Twitch soon after and promptly playing bits and pieces of his recent streams. 

When he spoke to his friends it felt as though you were with them, a sort of magic that transcended the distance of the internet.  You had to frequently remind yourself that these were real people, that he was a real person.  A person that would begin to seem very real very soon to you. 

Morning rays shyly crept through your blinds, folding pinks and oranges onto your bedspread.  You'd devoured so many videos, so many streams- that by the time your obnoxious alarm went off you realized you hadn't slept a wink. 

Although, you'd gained something much more valuable: an understanding. 

You knew GeorgeNotFound now, the charming screaming funny british boy that appeared on his best friend Dream's videos.  The boy that teenage fans made accounts dedicated to edits of, and that featured in countless "Dream and George flirting" compilations.  The GeorgeNotFound that smiled wildey for the camera and cracked jokes at any given opportunity, putting the viewer in an inescapable trance. 

You knew GeorgeNotFound.

And now you wanted to know George.