Burning monarchy

5 - Wilhelm

Wilhelm tried to follow Simon, to see where he was going. But he lost track when August suddenly stood in front of him.

He looked Wilhelm straight in the eyes.

"Go away August" Wilhelm said, not returning the eye contact.

He tried to walk past him, but August grappled his arm and pulled him back.

" listen Wille I'm sorry, I-" August said before Wilhelm interrupted him.

"Don't call me that" he said. No one could call him that, except Simon. It was the way he said it. It sounded more real when Simon said it, like it was actually who he saw when he looked at him, and not the crown prince.

"Sorry, it's just, could you please not tell anyone, I don't wanna get expelled" August said with a serious begging look in his eyes.

Wilhelm rolled his eyes. Did he really not care? He had ruined his life, and all he could thinks about, is not getting expelled. Sick.

"I'm gonna go now" Wilhelm just said, and walked away before August could stop him.

He had to find Simon, he had to tell him about August. He did not give two shits about his education.

After looking for about ten minutes, he finally found a door, he hadn't opened yet.

But when he tried to open it, he couldn't. It was locked. Damn it, he thought. Know he was curious.

He went back into the party to find Felice, who was dancing, clearly very drunk. He asked her if she had a Bobby pen.

"What for?" She almost yelled, because of the loud music.

"The toilet is locked" he said, hoping it was loud enough for her to hear it.

Felice had a questioning look on her face.

"But that's we're Simon went" she shouted, looking a bit confused about the situation.

Wilhelm panicked. Was Simon locked in the toilet by himself? He felt his heart beating harder if worry. He had to get that door opened now.

Wilhelm got the Bobby pen, and ran to the door as quickly as he could.

His thoughts were rushing inside his head. And his worry were immaculate.

He imagined all the bad things that could have happened to him. Was he sick? Was he hurt? He couldn't bear the thought of seeing Simon in pain. It would hurt him deep down in his heart. Like a knife cutting through his nerves.

And when he got to the door, his heart was beating so fast he thought it would hop out of his chest, which was going up and down repeatedly faster and faster.

He shook the Bobby pen desperately in the keyhole, and he quickly heard the clicking sound he had so hoped would appear.

When he opened the door, his heart fell to the ground. His boy was laying on the toilet floor. Passed out. His beautiful boy had been drinking, for the first time.

His worry was now through the roof. How much had he been drinking? Did he take drugs? Why did he do it.

He rushed to him.

"Simon?!" He shouted, not caring if anyone heard it.

No answer.

He checked his eyes, just like Simon did to him, just about a month ago. He was defiantly high.

Simons phone lighted the dark toilet. Wilhelm tried to resist to check the phone so bad. But he couldn't.

When he checked he saw that it was a message from Micke. He was shocked.

Micke
I don't think you understand what your doing. This is fucking unacceptable.

Shit.

Wilhelm looked at Simon. He looked so peaceful, with his eyes slightly closed, and mouth just a bit open. His breathing was heavy, but it was beautiful. In tact with his chest.

Suddenly Wilhelm started crying, he just couldn't resist. That boy used to be his. That beautiful boy, who was know laying on the floor, passed out from drinking, and had clearly done something stupid with his father.

What had Wilhelm done to the poor boy? He used to be so happy. His eyes used to be full of spark and life. His pretty smile used to be printed on his face. Making his face even more gorgeous.

Wilhelm just cried while sitting on the floor,  next to the boy he used to call his. His hand on Simons cheek, regretting everything. How could he do this to Simon? It was all his fault. And he deserved to be punished.

And no punish was worse than this.

A/N
Yes I did in fact cry