the daughter - damon

3 years

Then for about three years, we've lived in that situation. I sometimes looked after Eric at Cowell's house, and I always accompanied my dad at work. I also used to promote his book on social medias, and I read a lot on Wattpad about my dad and his boss, or about other fictional characters or celebrities whom I loved.

It has been pretty much a routine, even though some "small" things happened. Many episodes with Cowell, some with Alesha, others with my dad, and a hundred with Ann-Isabel. She quickly became my girlfriend, and we discovered everything about love, friendship, affection, cuddling, and other things... We sometimes used to argue though, because she would be jealous whenever I would be "too close" with Amanda or Alesha (more often with the brunette than with the blonde). Except these fights, more present as time passed by, we were a cute couple and we had an amazing chemistry. It was magical and pure love.

Something else was magical too ; I saw a toddler growing up and becoming a kid. I truly helped Eric. And he was thankful. He used to thank me all the time. When I entered their place, or when I left. Even during the day, I mostly heard two words from his mouth "thank you", and it made me happy. I was proud. Of me, of him.

But the person who was the most thankful to me was Cowell. Yes, Simon Cowell. He used to buy me presents, which I always tried to refuse. He always thanked me. And all the time, literally all the time, I felt bad and embarrassed. For me, it has always been normal, and I didn't need to be thanked. We developed a weird relationship, because we were both "flirting", with a certain restraint. We both moved forward, but there were a hundred walls between us.

Over time, I felt him way kinder with everyone else, and less tense. He used to flirt way more with my father too, and I found that cute and funny. Once, in the end of the filming of a show, Stephen was asking questions to the judges.
"Simon, what's the common point between your son and David ?" was the question that day.

A silence. And then Cowell had smirked to the camera :
"They both call me Daddy."

The whole crowd gasped and burst out laughing.

Weirder things happened with Alesha. I sometimes couldn't know if she loved me flirting with her or if she hated it. She was always laughing at my jokes, and she liked my kindness.

Amanda has always been amazingly nice with me. She used to call me baby, and she was always super kind to me. When I gave her my phone number, she sometimes would text me to ask how I was, or how my dad was doing.

Oh, my dad... I felt him sadder as the years passed by. He wasn't doing many jokes, and he laughed less. I tried to talk to him, but he would just withdraw, and either told me it didn't matter to me, or that it was normal. He almost stopped flirting with Cowell at a certain point, and that's when I realised how bad he felt... He used to lock up in his room, and write for hours, but he never came out of it, happy to have written something, or to have found a plot for a new story. Sometimes, he wouldn't eat for days, so I used to prepare the meals myself.

Everyone asked me about him, but the most worried of everybody was Cowell. He would grab my shoulder after the day, and ask me what he could do for my dad. I used to make a sad face and answer :
"When I find what I can do to help him, I'll tell you."

OH, and another thing happened with Cowell. It was one of the last auditions of a season. An eighteen-year-old boy appeared on stage. He told he had been bullied because of his voice, but when he started singing "My heart will go on", the music used in the Titanic film. Alesha and Amanda quickly got up, and danced together, in a friendly slow. My dad glanced at his boss, but rapidly abandoned, and asked Ann-Isabel to join him, which she did, after having searched approval in my gaze.

Not thinking about the rumours that could possibly be spread after, I stood up, walked to Cowell. He sighed, whispered : "I hate that song...", but ended up standing up. He wrapped his hands round my waist, I wrapped mine behind his back. He slowly drew me closer, and I delicately laid my head in the crook of his neck. I could feel his heartbeat, and we danced like so for I thought only two seconds.

When the music stopped, I muttered to myself :
"Already ?"
"Unfortunately", I heard a mumble.

My eyes widened in surprise, and Cowell's cheek were as red as a strawberry. Everyone sat back, except us two.
"Hope..."

Amanda had just saved my life. I came back to reality, and sat back, next to Ann-Isabel.
"Are you okay ?" she quickly whispered.

I didn't answer. I was lost in my thoughts, and I could still feel Cowell's hands just above my hips. The feeling was fabulous.

That evening, I fell asleep, thinking about him, and I dreamt about him. Although in my imagination, we went further. He had slowly raised the hands, caressing my skin, until he reached my cheeks. He gently brought my face closer, and delicately pressed his lips upon mine. And then I woke up.

I've had other similar weird dreams, and he's had other acts of flirtatious kindness towards me. He once kissed my cheek, after I had looked after Eric for a whole afternoon. He once invited me for dinner, and we ate in one of his favourite restaurants.

He behaved more weirdly towards my dad too ; I felt him closer, but restrained at the same time, which was strange.

And now, I'll tell something really... What would be the word ? amazing ?? weird ?? bizarre ?? out of the ordinary ?? Whatever, I once fought with Ann-Isabel, whilst I was at her home, and we broke up. I then went to my dad's place, in the middle of the night.

In the living room, the lights were turned off, but I heard a noise, or rather a whisper. I switched the lights on, but forever shocked of what I saw, I quickly switched them off again.

a/n : hey yall !!!!
thank you so much for having read this chapter
have a fabulous morning/afternoon/evening/night
and merry christmas everyone 🎄
az :)