the daughter - damon

fragrance

Was he truly going to say 'I love you' ?

No, no, no.

David went to bed, thinking about Cowell and Alesha. He certainly loved the woman, but he preferred the man.

Or did he ?

He fell asleep, lost in his thoughts. Everything was eating him, he had no freedom anymore. Cowell had devoured him - in every way you can possibly think of -, he had destroyed his liberty.

Now, in his bed, he was unconsciously looking for someone, he was looking for an arm, for a bare masculine torso, for a hand, for a thigh. He had lost his independence, and his individualism. He was totally relied upon his ex-boyfriend. And now he was alone. Forever.

He woke up, in the middle of the night.

Usually, he would lean towards Cowell, whisper in his ear 'Honey, I can't sleep...'. His ex-boyfriend would get up of the bed, and come back with a tea. He would slowly drink it, and then they would talk for an hour. Cowell would kiss his lips several times, before cuddling, and falling asleep, the older man's hands wrapped round his waist.

Now, in his bed, he was alone. No hands. Not a warm breath behind his neck. Nothing. As he couldn't drop off again, he got up, headed to the kitchen, made himself a tea. Whilst he was slowly drinking the hot beverage, sat on his couch, he stared at the floor in front of him, near the small table. He picked his phone, opened WhatsApp, and wrote a message.

To : my simon 🕺
si, i love you, i'm sincerely sorry for everything. please forgive me. i fucking love you, and i need you right now. i want you next to me, talking to me, being annoyed by my smutty jokes, smirking at my innocence. i don't know how to express it in another way ; i love you. i've never stopped loving you, and i won't ever stop. even if you killed everybody round me, i would still love you. i don't know why, it's against me, even against my own will, because, hell simon, i want to slap you right in your hot angel face, i want to kick you in your cute small balls. but i love you. i fucking love you, si...

David read his words. Once, twice. He felt tears running to his eyes. He held his finger just above the screen, just above the blue button, with the white airplane, but never pressed it. He switched his phone off, threw it on the couch, went back to his room, and cried himself to sleep.

The next day was a big one. He had to look after his friend's daughters. When he picked his phone up, he saw a message :
From : lesha 💫                         8:14am
Hello sweetie, can I drop the girls off at 8:30 ?? Will pick them round 11:30, if that's okay for you. I promised them we'll eat in a restaurant today. Is it good for you ?

To : lesha 💫                               8:19am
hi lesha, it's perfect for me, thank you so much.

David looked at the hour. 8:19am. WHAT ?!

He quickly hurried to his bedroom, found a black jogging pant, and, in his bag, noticed a grey t-shirt. He pulled it out, gently raised it to his nose, and smelled this scent. His scent. His perfume. This very manly fragrance ; citrus, pepper... Tears ran to his eyes.
'David. No. You won't cry now, you bitch. Get a grip on yourself, and smile. Smile', his mind aggressively ordered.

He threw it on his bed, found another t-shirt - not his that time -, and sadly put it on.

Someone knocked on the door. David opened, saw a doleful woman, with two little girls.
"Lesha, are you okay ?"

She weakly collapsed in his arms. He delicately laid her in the couch, kissed her forehead, and came back towards her daughters.
"Hello ladies, nice to meet you ! What's your name ?" he asked the oldest.
"Azura", she smiled. "But call me Azu."

She had the same smile as her mother, which was very charming and cute.
"And you ?"
"Ana."

They both had the same smile.
"Okay ladies, I'll show you the house in a minute. But before, will you please go to the room at the back ? There are lots of toys for you."
"Yeah !"

Fortunately, they were kids.

David kneeled beside his couch, held Alesha's hand, laid some kisses on her forehead and cheeks. Everything friendly.

Friends. They were friends.
"Lesha... Baby... Are you all right ?"

As she finally opened the eyes, some minutes after, the brunette asked :
"What's happened, David ?"
"I think you-... No, you just collapsed right in my arms. Have you eaten anything ?"
"Yes, of course. I mean, yesterday, but I never have a breakfast."
"Have you drunk anything this morning ?"
"No..."
"Well...", he stood up, and kindly gave her a glass of water. "And have you slept enough ?"
"Two hours. It's already a lot."
"No, it's not. Baby, you should really sleep a bit."
"David, leave me alone, I have a meeting, and I'm already late."
"Lesha, I won't let you go."
"David, I'm not even kidding. Leave me alone."
"Fine..."

The brunette tried to stand up, but couldn't, and fell back on the couch.
"You see why ?"
"When I'll be sat in my car, it will be better."
"Alesha, I swear, if you have a damn car accident, or if the slightest thing happens to you, I'll leave you. I'm not joking, you're just being dumb."
"David, I have a meeting to attend, I have work to do, I have-... I have a life..."
"Well, if that's what you-..."
"Oh no, David, sweetie, I didn't mean-... I'm truly sorry, I-...", she felt suddenly really embarrassed.

The author helped her to stand up and to walk towards her car. After having kissed her cheek, he went back home, and spent the morning looking after her children, playing with them, and laughing together, with Eric, too.

a/n : hey yall !!!!
this one is more like a filler honestly...
thank you so so so so much for having read this chapter !!
have a tremendous morning/afternoon/evening/night
az :)