"Broken Boys" - A Young Royals Continuation

Chapter Thirty-One

Bliss.

What a word.

Meaning?

Perfect happiness.

PERFECT happiness.

And that meaning?

Everything desirable.

But surely something so wonderfully good couldn't last forever?

No, because every positive must conclude with a negative - a known fact of the universe due to a small little concept called death.

Unless, of course, death isn't seen as a negative.

But that is besides the point.

So what is the point?

Let me show you.

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They- Wilhelm and Simon, of course- broke apart breathing heavily.

For once, everything was just fine.

It was the first time they had properly kissed since before Christmas break.

'Properly' meaning purposefully.

And then Wilhelm started laughing.

No- more like giggling to start.

But giggling turned into chuckling which turned into howling and screaming with mirth.

Simon blinked rapidly at the blonde boy in both confusion and humorous curiosity.

"What the fuck are you on?" he asked, trying to conceal the pure wonder in his voice. "What- why...?"

Wilhelm laughed harder. "I don't even know," he said between gasps for air. "It's just so funny."

"What- my lack of kissing skills is funny to you?" Simon joked in mock offense.

Wilhelm reached forward and grabbed Simon's hand, using it as something to keep him grounded and perhaps end his fit of giggles. It worked.

After he had calmed, Wilhelm said:

"I wouldn't dare," with a wink, and continued, "I'm just thinking about how I've been pining after you for the past who knows how long, and then you broke me by saying you would never date me, and THEN we made out, so it's all very ironic you see."

Simon chuckled in agreement before putting on a more serious face and leaning against Wilhelm's shoulder.

"But what are we going to do about the new video?" he asked apprehensively.

Wilhelm stiffened. All humor was lost.

"I don't have a fucking clue," he replied sighing.

"I'm sorry," Simon offered.

Wilhelm sighed again. "I know."

And after a pause filled with an uncomfortable silence, he continued:

"It's not entirely your fault. Fucking Emil was provoking you. Plus, now we've both fucked up- still me more than you I'm sure."

Simon nodded. This made sense.

"So maybe we could forget about it?"

Wilhelm let out a hollow, empty sounding laugh. "Yeah forget about the video that basically proved to the world that I'm a lying piece of shit- sure."

"Do you have a better idea, Mr. Wise Ass?"

"No."

Wilhelm suddenly stood up from the bed.

Simon frowned, worried that he would be left alone with only his racing thoughts.

But Wilhelm didn't leave. He merely started to pace around the small, shared dorm room.

"I don't know anything anymore, Simme," he started. "Like I'm uncertain."

"What do you mean?" came the response.

"I- I'm uncertain about how the hell the world will react to this truth bomb you just dropped. I'm uncertain about who has my back and who doesn't. I'm uncertain about the love my family has for me- if I can even say that they are my family at all. I'm uncertain about myself- who I am. I'm uncertain about what I want to do with my life. I'm uncertain about what would happen if we went outside right now and made out for everyone to see. But there is one thing that I'm not uncertain about," Wilhelm paused for breath. Simon waited. "This," Wilhelm gestured to himself and the boy sat in front of him. "You, me. Us. Nothing has ever felt so right. This is what I am certain about."

Throughout Wilhelm's whole 'speech,' Simon's eyes gradually grew wetter and wetter, but now, with those last meaningful words, the hot tears escaped and trickled down his cheeks.

"I love you," he choked out before standing up and throwing himself at Wilhelm, who caught him and wrapped him up in a tight embrace full of emotion.

"Don't ever leave me alone again," Simon sobbed into Wilhelm's shoulder.

"I won't," Wilhelm whispered gently into the shaking boy's ear. "You're mine forever. I love you so much."

Wilhelm led them into a slow sway as they hugged ever so tightly: a careful and beautiful dance full of only pure feelings.

Simon buried his face deeper into Wilhelm's shoulder.

As if in response to this action, Wilhelm's eyes began to grow blurry with tears as well.

"Kiss me," Simon said, swallowing thickly before moving back to gaze up at Wilhelm.

Wilhelm searched the other boy's face, as if trying to find any signs of hesitation.

But there weren't any to find.

So he leaned in, and then they were kissing.

It was slow and soft and everything either of them could ever need.

The tears on both of their cheeks combined into one river as they kept sliding down, wetting both boy's lips with the salty liquid.

They would have kept doing this forever: drowning in each other's grief and love.

Would have.

Should have.

But:

"WILHELM, I COMMAND YOU TO OPEN UP THIS DAMN DOOR BEFORE I BREAK IT DOWN!"

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Now scroll back up to my words at the beginning of this chapter.

That's my point.

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Author's Note:

Ugh, it physically PAINS me to write fluff, but here you go. I figured it's the least I could do after all the drama I've put you through.

I'm honestly not the happiest with how this chapter came out, so let me know what you think. Change my mind??

Most painful ep of YR to watch??

Love you all sm sm < 33