Addict. (DNF ANGST)

♡Clay pov♡

I woke up to the sound of the door shutting. I slowly opened my eyes and yawned. We were in the same position we had fallen asleep in, and he still wasn't awake. His eyes were puffy and red. He had tearstains on his cheeks, and his hair was messy. I brushed his hair away from his face and kissed his cheek.

Wait. The door closed. Someone was in here.

I quickly sat up.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"What?" I heard George mumbled.

I woke him up. Damn it.

"What, baby?" He asked.

He yawned and sat up next to me. He rubbed his eyes, looking at me in confusion.

"One of my parents came in here while we were asleep." I stated.

"And they saw us in bed together." He said quietly.

I nodded. I curled my legs to my chest. He rested his hand on my back.

"Do you feel ready to tell them?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"I have to now. They know already, right?" I asked.

He shrugged. I stood up and put on a t shirt and sweatpants. George grabbed pajama pants, and I left the room. He quickly followed me, still wearing my shirt. We went downstairs and I slowed my walk. My parents were in the kitchen, and I could hear them talking quietly. I couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Are you gonna be okay?" George asked quietly.

"I don't know." I said honestly.

I slowly walked into the kitchen with George behind me. My parents looked at me and went back to what they were doing.

Shit.

"Can we talk?" I asked.

My mom turned again, giving me an uncomfortable looking smile.

"Sure, honey." She agreed.

The 4 of us sat down at the dining room table. I grabbed George's hand under the table. I squeezed rather tight.

I hope he doesn't mind.

I took a deep breath and sighed. My heart was racing, and my skin felt hot. There was a lump in my throat.

"Is something wrong?" Dad asked.

I shrugged.

"Me." I whispered.

George frowned, but I pretended not to notice.

"I-I-," I stuttered.

My parents were looking at me expectingly.

"I'm gay." I stated.

There. It's out there.

I felt my eyes watering, and the tears immidiantly began to leave my eyes. Harsh sobs soon choked up from my throat. I let go of George's hand and covered my mouth with my hand. I couldn't look at them.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I sobbed.

Silence besides my sobs.

"I don't wanna be like this. I promise I didn't choose it. I-"

I was pulled into a hug, and I smelled my mom's perfume.

"No, baby. You have nothing to apologize for. You didn't do anything wrong." She told me.

"You're still our son. As long as you're happy, it's okay. We still love you." Dad said.

♡George pov♡