I still got a crush, that's obvious

Chapter 7

notes: i have mixed feelings about this one, so comments or reactions along the way are so so appriacted and make my day <3 i hope u like it! also, sorry for the spelling mistakes and grammar i was too lazy to check if it wasn't too bad haha

Simon was now the one first waking up to the warmth of Wilhelm's body against him. He wanted nothing more then to go to sleep and wake up with Wilhelm close to him.

He stroked the arm that was wrapped around him gently, drawing symbols into Wile's skin, as Wilhelm slowly woke up too.

"How late is it?" Wilhelm questioned, as he couldn't reach his phone right now, and Simon could.

"Uhm", grabbing his phone from his nightstand and looking at it, Simon's eyes closing more from the bright light coming from Wille's phone.

He wasn't looking. He really wasn't. It was just that Simon saw his name and then read the text that said "from: erik: did you ask him yet", with two question marks and a smiley.

"Aaand?" Wilhelm giggled, seeing Simom just stare at the phone, wondering what took him so long to just read the hour on his phone.

"Uhm, it's uh- it's 6.30.", Simon sturred, looking away from the prettu boy behind him, because he doesn't want Wilhelm to notice, even if he probably knew already by his stuttering.

"What's wrong?" Wilhelm said with a worried voice, since Simon's body was stiff since he read the text that Wille didn't know anything about.

Simon was wondering what the text was about, from Erik, so he turned to Wilhelm, curls wild from the nap and eyes filled with something between relief, questioning, confused, worried and sweet.

"Uhm I, I didn't want to violate your privacy or anything but I- I saw the text that Erik send you...", a pause, as he sat a bit straighter, "I just saw my name I'm so sorry I shouldn't-" Simom rambeled, stopped by the fingers on the side of his face.

"Hey, don't worry about it, it's okay." Wilhelm comforted Simon, taking away his anxiety and gently stroked the sillhouette of Simon's face.

"What did it say? The text?" Wilhelm wondered what brought his boy so worked up. It must be something important, hopefully a good and not a bad thing.

"It was nothing,"

"Simon-", Wilhelm disagreed as he let his finger fell and looked at the boy in front of him with frowned brows and a slightly tilted head to the right side.

"He asked-, uhm, what did you need to tell me?"

"You? Or Erik?"
"Me, he asked if you asked me already. I'm sorry again and I shouldn't have read it. It's something between you and your brother."

"Oh.", Wilhelm let out under his breath, suddenly not looking in Simon's eyes anymore, but looking at his own hands, and then took both of Simon's. Simon was tense, afraid he said the wrong thing, but that quickly went away as he saw Wilhelm's cheecks turning red and a small smile on his face.

"What is it?", he asked, looking confused, lowering his head to catch the other boy's eyes.

"It was uh-", Wilhelm started as he let his gaze fell on Simon's eyes again, and he started untangle their fingers as he bit his fingernail.

"Hey, no pressure okay? You don't need to tell me if you do not want too, you know that right?", Simon comforted Wille as he took Wilhelm's hand, not in a way like Kristina always did, but in a caring way that made Wilhelm's anxiety flow away more and more.

He knew there was no pressure, and Simon wouldn't be mad at him if he didn't feel comfortable telling him something, but Wilhelm felt like it was about time to just ask and have this conversation.