Stuck with you ✔️

A year later

(I fucking hope this pandemic is over by next year; oh my goodness, lmao)

Simon

Baz and I have been together for a year now, and it still feels surreal to me. Granted, half that year we were stuck in our dorm away from other people. 

After the initial 14 day lockdown, campus life went back to normal for about... a week. Then we all got forced back into our dorms. Only leaving to go to classes, and to get food. Everything else was shut down, but in all honesty, I didn't mind it. In the one week, I was able to see my old friends face to face, I quickly realized that they really weren't the types of people I wanted in my life anymore.  And as long as I had Baz, everything felt okay.

After that, I started hanging out with Baz's friends, and they quickly made me feel welcome. The moment we got the vaccine, and the clubs opened back up, we all went together and had the most amazing and terrifying night of my life. It was so entertaining, and pretty much everyone I talked to was so lovely, but I felt so out of place in the beginning.

We've just gotten back to our dorm from said club. I look at my phone and am unpleasantly surprised to see how late it is. "Baz! It's three in the morning," I exclaimed, and he just shrugs.

"What time did you think it was?" He chuckles, pulling off the mesh shirt I don't remember him wearing out tonight.

"I don't know, but we have to be up at seven tomorrow," I groan. Part of me doesn't care anymore and just wants to crawl into bed and pass out. But another part of me (the rational part) knows I need a shower first. Both of us are pretty drunk, so I don't even bother asking Baz to join me in the shower, cause I know he won't be much help.

I quickly jump into the shower, I don't spend a long time, just enough to wash off the layer of strangers sweat, spit and who knows what else. As I step out of the shower, Baz enters the room. He undoubtedly drank more than me. He isn't blackout, but he's not far off. I sigh as I realized he's probably going to need my help. He leans against the wall, his eyelids hanging over his eyes heavily as I tug his trousers off. "Hm, buy me a drink first, Snow" his words all slur together, and I roll my eyes before pushing him into the shower.

Baz fumbles around with the tap until water starts spraying him. I would head to bed, but I now realize that I shouldn't leave him alone in the shower while he's this drunk (dumbass might pass out and drown himself). "So this is where we are in our relationship?" I ask, and as I assumed he would, Baz doesn't respond.

I climb into the shower with him, and don't take my time covering him in the body wash. "You're filthy," I mumble, at this point, I'm just talking to myself. "And you need to learn to hold your alcohol better," I add in, mostly to see if I can get a rise out of him.

I eventually pull him out of the shower, and haphazardly wrap a towel around him before pushing him back into our room. "You're not very gentle when you're drunk," Baz pouts, and I chuckle.

"And you're not very easy to deal with when you are," I retaliate. "Okay, now go to bed" I push his face away when he tries to kiss me, but he doesn't seem detoured by my objection.

"Simon," he whines.

"I'm tired," I explain, and push him into bed.

"One kiss," he pleads, and that, admittedly, warms my heart.

"Okay," I lean forward and press a kiss to his chapped lips. I crawl into bed beside him, and pray that he won't get sick from everything he drank.

• • •

Baz

I wake up to a pounding headache and the wonderful air of nausea clinging to the inside of my throat and stomach. I hate everything. Simon is still sleeping beside me, I wrap an arm around him, and pull him into my side; relishing the warmth of his skin against mine.

Last night is a bit of a blur, and my lack of memory tells me that I probably overdid it. That was the third night in a row Simon and I have gone out to clubs with our friends. As soon as we were safely able to, Simon and I started hanging out with my usual group of friends, and he instantly clicked with them all. They still make fun of him for the way he used to be, but he's a good sport about it.

It almost doesn't feel real how perfect my life is right now. Well, other than my headache.

"Hmm, good morning," Simon finally stirs beside me, and I hug him closer to my chest.

"Good morning," I press a kiss to his cheek, but then instantly have to lay back down. Just moving my head right now is excruciating.

"How's your head?" He asks.

"Haven't had any complaints," I joke, and Simon groans. "Pretty bad," I answer his question this time.

"Same" Simon pulls the duvet over his head. I'm just about to suggest we go back to sleep when my phone rings. "Ah, turn it off," Simon complains, and I almost follow his advice and turn off my phone, then I realize who it is.

"Ah fuck, Simon! It's James!" I exclaim and pick up the phone.

James is our realtor. We have about three months left before school is finished, and we decided we wanted to move in together. James has been helping us look for homes, we were initially just going to rent, but he made a good case and convinced us to buy. He said he'd call us today to let us know if we got the house or not.

My thumb hovers over the answer button, I'm scared to hear what he's going to say.

"Hello?" I answer, and James doesn't return the greeting.

"You guy got the house!" He almost shouts into the phone, and I have to hold it away from my face.

"What?! Really?!?" I'm over the moon, excited. "We got the mother fucking house, Simon!" I punch his shoulder. He grabs the phone out of my hand.

"Thank James, we'll call you back in a sec, okay?" Simon speaks into the phone before tossing it to the side. I hug him tightly, and presses his lips against mine

"Wow," he breathes wide eyed and suddenly so full of energy.

"Right?" I grin. "I'm so excited," I tell him, and he agrees.

Simon

I love him so much, it's scary. I was so sure for so long that I wasn't going to be good enough for him, but now we're moving in together, and I'm so incredibly happy... but I know I could be happier. I think I'm going to ask him to marry me.

Yeah, that's what I'm going to do.

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This is the end, I hope you enjoyed it 😊😊 I'm going to start posting a new book soon called "Tell Me Who I Am" so look out for that ;)