the daughter - damon

forget it

Both became boyfriends. They even got married some months after, like in the typical romantic boring love story...

David sighed at these words. He hated marriages. It seemed like the easy option. And it was completely dumb. Signing a paper just to say 'I love you forever' to a person who would break up with you right after. One marriage out of two ends up in a divorce.

Marriage was horrendous. It had always been a huge fail for him. Lara's one hadn't obviously been well. Not to forget the girl he had been engaged to when he was sixteen years old. That bitch. She was just an excuse to prove he was heterosexual to his parents. He had always known he wasn't straight, since he was a little boy.

He carefully read his words, with more attention when his eyes analysed the letters of the penultimate paragraph.

He violently slammed Williams against a wall. Whoever owned that house, it didn't matter. He crashed his lips upon his, and wildly kissed him.

David smiled, thinking about Cowell and he. He loved pushing the author against walls, so that he was imprisoned, and the older man had an entire control on his boyfriend.

Violently, crashed, wildly...

This was perfectly describing Cowell. He was kind, but adequately wicked when necessary. He could be an angel and a devil the second after. That's him, he was a devilish angel, or a or an angelic devil, whichever you like. He was ideally perfect. Yes, perfect. He missed him.

It was painful. Not only mentally. Physically. His back, his waist, his head, his hands. Everything was painful. His whole body was aching, it was a throbbing anguish.

David needed Cowell.

Now.

It was unbearable. The agony was unbearable.

He took his phone, clicked on Notes, opened a new note, and pictured him writing to Cowell :

Dear Simon,

No. Too much. Forget it.

Si,

No. Too short. Forget it.

Simon... Simon...

No. Too desperate. Forget it.

Simon, I love you...

No. Too clingy. Forget it.

Simon, you're really a pain in the ass, in every way you can possibly think of, but I love you. I wish you could kiss me. I wish you could fuck me hard. I just need you. No, I'm talking shit. It's not a need, it's a must. I just want you. Next to me. Talking to me. Right now. I want to hear your delicious smutty talks, I want to hear your exquisite orders. I miss your masculine perfume, I miss your delicate aura, I miss your gorgeous smile that illuminates my whole universe, I miss your naughty big dirty hands that wander round my back and hips. I just miss you. Being alone sucks. I need you. And I love you. I fucking love you, Simon Cowell, and I want to be with you forever. I love you, I miss you...

After these six words, David was interrupted by someone knocking on the door. It was surely the kids and Alesha.

He opened the door. No-one. But there was a piece of paper on the floor. Written with a computer, only one word :

Sorry

Nothing else. David smiled. He unconsciously raised the paper to his nostrils, slowly inhaled it. It was his perfume. His fragrance. It was like a drug. Cowell was his personal drug. As soon as the smell reached his nose, everything felt unreal, even surreal. When the scent hit him, he drifted into another world, a better world, a one where he would live with Hope and his ex-boyfriend. Happily. Fabulously. Cheerfully. Magically.

David ran to his bedroom, and like a kid with his first love, glued it to the wall, just above his bed, so that he could smell it all night long.

Someone else knocked on the door. The author came back to reality with a grumble.

That time, it was indeed Alesha, with the three kids. She was greatly smiling.
"Dad !" Eric hurried to his arms.
"David !" the two young girls did the same.
"Hello sweetie."
"How did it go ?"
"Very well. They were all very kind."
"What did you eat ?"
"Oh, vegetables, of course", she smirked.
"Oh, I see...", he smiled, too.
"I just have another meeting now, but-..."
"It's okay, I'll look after them. Does Ana need to take a nap ?"
"Just twenty minutes."
"That's good", he smiled again.
"Thank you so much for everything..."
"It's okay, baby, don't worry..."

David hugged her, kissed her forehead, and then she left him alone, with three kids. They felt clingy for the first time.
"Eric, Azu, could you please go to the playroom ? Ana needs to sleep a bit."
"Yes, Dad, of course."

At least they were understanding...

Anaya lay down on the couch, David gently covered her with the light grey soft blanket, sang a quiet lullaby. She didn't take long, as she rapidly dozed off.

The author turned his phone on, opened WhatsApp, copied the pending message and pasted it into Notes, then came back to the first application, and tried again.

To : my simon 🕺
hello, how are you ???? i miss you so much, i wish you were here right now, so we could talk about anything. i saw your message just outside my door. you know, you shouldn't have feared coming inside, you shouldn't have feared me, our contact. i don't bite - well, depends when, and you're the first to know that -, and i would have loved to see you in front of me, maybe to see if you really meant the only word you wrote on that... i want to know if you are really hurt by the humiliation you provoked to your now ex-boyfriend, if you have acknowledged that there are other people round you, other people who have feelings and emotions. i'm not afraid of saying that you have hurt my feelings. you have hurt myself. physically. mentally. it's exhausting to love you. it's a torture to love you. it's draining, fatiguing. and i'm sorry, too... i love you, and i'm sorry to do so.

He paused his finger above the blue button, held his breath...

a/n : hey yall !!!!
a bit of a cliffhanger huh ?? do you think he will send the message ??
thank you so so much for having read this chapter !!
have an awesome morning/afternoon/evening/night
az :)