He ran into my room and I clicked accept.

"George! Oh my God! I'm so glad you called! I-"

George cut me off, "DREAM! DREAM! HE'S HERE!" he was shrieking down the phone and he sounded very scared and panicked, "HE'S IN MY HOUSE! IM HIDING BUT HE'S HERE DREAM!"

"George!" I exclaimed, still registering what he had just said, "Calm down, who's in your house?"

"HE'S HERE! EZRA'S HERE!"

George let out a terrible, ear-splitting scream and the line went dead.

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The line went dead. Dream immediately called him back. Fear and panic in his eyes but the call went straight through to voicemail.

"No, no, no, no, no!" he yelled, frantically tapping his phone, clutching it with a white-knuckled grip.

I blinked a few times, with my mouth hanging open, still trying to register what had just happened.

Dream and I stared at each other, wide-eyed and in disbelief. I opened my mouth to say something, but before it came out, Dream rushed upstairs. I chased after him yelling, "Dream! What the hell are you doing?"

Hurrying into his bedroom, I realised he was booking plane tickets.

"We're going to England," he said through clenched teeth.

I stammered, "Are-are you sure that's the best idea?"

He looked furious, "OF COURSE ITS THE BEST IDEA! MY BOYFRIEND IS IN A HOUSE ALL ON HIS OWN WITH A MURDERER, SAPNAP! SO YEAH I AM GOING!"

I blinked a few times and then said, "Buy me a plane ticket too."

Less than three hours later, we were at the airport. We hadn't bothered to pack anything, we just tried to phone George again.

The pair of us assumed that Ezra had been with George for a while and wasn't allowing him to talk to anyone until George got his hands on a phone and called us. Unfortunately, George hasn't phoned us since and we have no idea what Ezra was doing to him.

Dream was freaking out, he was trembling so much that I had to drive. He sat in the seat next to me and he couldn't sit still; constantly picking his nails or bouncing his knees. I told him to calm down but he just ignored me. I don't blame him though, my heart was pounding in my chest and I was struggling to focus on the road.

When we were in the airport, we hurried to a receptionist who directed us to our flight. Anxiously, we waited in our seats for the plane to take off. It did eventually.

I told Dream to take deep breaths and to calm down. With fury growing on his face he yelled, "WHAT?!" A few people turned to stare at us so he lowered his voice to a whisper-shout, "What?! Calm down? Are you serious? George is there with Ezra, last time they were alone together, he put a knife to his throat and shot him! HE COULD BE DEAD FOR ALL WE KNOW!"

Then he lost it, droplets spilled down his red tinted cheeks and dripping onto his lap. He buried his face in his hands in an attempt to hide his tears. I put an arm around him trying to hold back my own tears that were swimming in my eyes. Soon enough, Dream fell asleep on my shoulder and I was glad that he finally calmed down a bit. So, I also relaxed and drifted into a much-needed sleep.

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I awoke to a flight attendant announcing our landing. Gently, I shook Dream awake. He grunted and opened an eye. As soon as he took notice of his surroundings, his head snapped up. He got out his phone to see if George had phoned; but he hadn't.

We sped through security and baggage and were out of the airport in just under an hour. It was around 10pm in England and it was drizzling with rain. The sky was dark and cloudy. We got into a taxi and Dream went on his phone to find George's location on the Find My Iphone App. After showing the driver where we wanted to go, he nodded and drove us down a dark twisty road. George lived out of the way of all the bustle and noise of the city, in a more peaceful part of the town in a house tucked away on the outskirts.

Thanking the driver, we got out of the cab and approached George's house. The whole house was dark, not a single light was shining in the windows. I glanced at Dream; he looked nervous and was chewing his bottom lip.

"You ready?" I asked and he nodded, still looking a bit uncertain.

We trailed over to the house, and knocking gently on the door. There was a few minutes silent after we knocked. Then, the door slowly creaked open, to reveal Ezra stood in the doorway.