Dream felt lonely.

Constantly.

It had felt less worse once George finally moved in, but since George was meeting so many people and traveled around with Sapnap, he felt left out. More alone then ever before, because there was nothing to look forward to, that might've helped ease the constant heaviness of being alone.

He just wanted to have someone to cuddle.

He just wanted to have someone to talk.

He just wanted to have someone.

And then today, the front door unlocked and George came inside, earlier then expected.

"I'm home!", he shouted and Dream looked over from the sofa, peeking over the edge of the pillow he was holding tightly in his arms.

"Hey", he mumbled, before sinking back onto the sofa. "Are you okay?", George asked and Dream swallowed. "Yeah, I'm fine"

"You don't seem fine, what's wrong?", George said, sitting down in on the edge of where Dream was laying down.

The blonde felt tears in his eyes, shook his head slightly, holding the pillow tighter.

He felt alone. Like nothing would change even if George knew.

He would always feel so heavy with being the one left out of plans, being the one that wouldn't get hugs and being the one that wasn't wasn't worth paying attention to.

His head fell against the pillow as he choked out a broken sob.

"Dream", George sighed, gently pulling the pillow from his arms, hugging him, himself instead, "Talk to me"

Dream buried his face in Georges shoulder.

"Just don't let go", he sobbed and held George like he was all he had, all he ever wanted, all he needed right now and always.

Gently the brunette held the back of his head, turned them so Dream could comfortably rest on his chest.

He waited, knew this wasn't the time to push him to talk. His sobs were breaking George's heart and the brunette couldn't help but question if he had done something wrong.

"You can tell me everything, you know that, right?" "I'm just so lonely", Dream sobbed, "I'm always so lonely"

George hugged him tighter.

"We're always here if you need us", he said and Dream shook his head. "You're not, not in the way I would want you to be, but I can't- I can't just demand you to do things", he sobbed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. Don't feel bad"

"Let's talk about this hypothetically. What do you need?" "Hugs, everyday, long and honest cuddles, talking about my day, because no one ever asks. Someone telling me I'm good enough and that I deserve to be held and cuddled and loved", Dream whispered, voice thick with tears, "Someone I can love and make happy." "Let's do that. Everyday. I'll be that to the best of my abilities"

Dream felt his heart jump. "Really?"

"Yes, I would try anything to make you happy" "Thank you", Dream sobbed and then he felt a kiss pressed to the top of his head.

His heart started racing. This felt so good.

Days and days passed and George held his promise. He'd pull Dream into hugs every morning when he came down from his room into the kitchen, reassured Dream that he loved it when he hugged him from behind and gently ruffled his hair when the blonde would rest his head on his shoulder.

"Don't let go", he mumbled, when Dream let go of him. "Didn't I take up enough of your time? I feel like I'm wasting your time"

George pulled him closer again and mumbled: "You're not wasting my time, I'm so much happier since we cuddle all the time. You're so warm and I love holding you and getting held by you" "Really?", Dream asked a bit breathless and George nodded, nuzzled against Dreams neck.

He smelled so good, so incredibly good.

Dream felt a smile tug on his lips, before suddenly- "Do you smell that too? Is something burning?" "Oh shit, the bacon!", George said and turned to the stove, quickly taking the pan off of it.

Later that day, Dream was watching a show, when George came over for cuddles.

Since they cuddled every day George finally realized how touch starved he had been as well and how good it felt to be close to someone, how good it felt to be close to Dream. He also felt like he was coming to terms with his feelings for the blonde.

He had liked him for as long as he could remember, but now he realized it was surely more then just friendship.

"Dream?" "Hm?" "I'm in love with you"

Dream sat up so quickly George gasped in surprise. "Are you serious?", he asked and the spark of hope and joy in his eyes made Georges heart melt. "Yes, I'm serious", he replied with a soft smile.

Dream teared up and smiled, hugged him tightly. "I love you too"

George gently reached for his cheeks and closed the distance between them for a long and soft kiss.

And finally, Dream felt not alone.