Little Royal

Fuzzy

Everything was spinning, the metal people on the football field surrounding him seemed to tower over him. Wille feels small and vulnerable, lying on the fake grass that feels uncomfortable on his face. The drugs were starting to wear off, only for a new feeling to take their place. The fuzziness in his mind feels familiar, he remembers playing with Erik, Erik's strong presence protecting him, comforting him. How all the troubles in the world always seemed to vanish when Erik was taking care of him. The same feeling washed over him, but Erik was missing, he was gone, and Wille could never cry in his arms again. Wille curls in on himself, pulling his knees to his chest, as sobs start to wreck his body. Everything was getting too much, he felt vulnerable, with no one to protect him from the dangers and troubles of the world.
"Wille, Wille!", Simons voice echoes in the night and fills the silence of the empty field.
Wille only curls up into himself more, he didn't  want Simon to see him like this, not when he was this fragile, but he also wanted to feel protected and he always felt safe around Simme.
Simon finally reached him and fell down to his knees next to him. "Are you okay? What happened? Did you take something? Wille please talk to me!", Simon panted, out of breath from cycling, but also worried sick for Wille.
Hearing the worry in Simon's voice only made him sob harder. "I'm s-s-sorry" he managed to say through his sobs, "didn't mean to worry you". He couldn't look into Simmes eyes, he was ashamed of taking the pill, ashamed of drinking so much, and he felt like a burden because Simon had to come all of this way,  because of him. "Sshhh you're okay, i'm just glad you're safe", Simme pulls Wille up into his lap, putting his arms around him and raking his hand through his hair. "What happened?", he asked, making Wille sob more. "I got drunk and took a pill and I miss Erik so much, please don't be mad at me, I'm sorry, please don't leave me.", he struggled to get the words out, the sobs and the fuzzy feeling taking over his mind, making it hard to form words.
"Hey hey hey, I won't leave you for that, I'm just so glad you're safe now, just please don't do it again, it's dangerous and I don't want to lose you", he pulls Wille even closer, wanting to protect him at all costs.
"I want Erik", Wille almost whispered, Simon's heart breaking from hearing the pain in the boys voice.
"I know Wille, I'm so so sorry", Simme is tearing up too now, "I wish I could bring him back, it breaks my heart to see you hurting this much", he buries his head in Willes shoulder, the two boys crying now.
They stayed like this for a while, until Simon felt Wille shivering in his arms, "We need to get you inside, otherwise you'll get sick" "Don't wanna get up", Wille mumbles, slurring his words. "I know but you have to", Simme sighs. "But I don't wanna! Want Erik!", the fuzzy feeling fully took over now, all rational thought leaving his mind. Only the pain from missing Erik stayed, and Wille couldn't understand how he could be gone, how he could just leave him all by himself at Hillerskå.
The boy started sobbing harder again, struggling to breathe.
Simon was very concerned now, Wille never acted like this, even when he got worked up, he never showed this many emotions. Thinking of the breathing exercises Sara always does, he turns Wille around to look into his eyes.
Willes red puffy eyes and tearstreaked cheeks tugged at his heartstrings, but he needed to gain the boys attention to get him to focus on his breathing. "Wille? Could you look at me please?" Wille lifted his head, innocent eyes full of pain. Simon puts his hand on the crying boys chest, "Could you try to move my hand with your breath please?". Wille breathes in carefully, hiccuping from crying so much, but feeling better with each breath. "Good job Wille, thank you for listening." The praise puts a small smile on Willes face, although he is still heartbroken. All of that crying having worn him out a lot, he starts to feel tired, giving into the fuzzy feeling completely. He feels warm inside, having rediscovered a part of the childlike innocence that he used to feel with Erik such a long time ago, having resurfaced now when he needed it the most. Looking up at Simme with the newfound wonder in his eyes he mumbles "Fank you Si", his voice sounding much smaller now. Simon, confused by Willes childlike manner, but chalking it up to the drugs and the tiredness, just replies "You're welcome, but let's get you home". "Help please.", Wille motions to be picked up. Simon helps him to his feet and puts his arm around him, but Wille takes his hand instead.
They make their way towards the dorm, and after struggling to get Wille in through his window, they sit down on the bed. Wille puts his thumb between his lips, which isn't that unusual, seeing as he bites his nails, so Simon doesn't question it. "Do you still need anything?", he asks the boy, while rubbing his back in circular motions. "Prins please.", Wille shyly replied, still with the thumb between his lips. "A Prince? I know you are a prince, but how can I help you?", now even more confused and worried about the boy, Simon is starting to question if he can still chalk this behaviour up to the drugs. "Frog. Drawer.", Wille mumbles, blushing slightly, as Simon gets up and approaches the Dresser that Wille is pointing to. In the upper drawer, he finds a frog stuffed animal, with a crown on his head. "Is this Prins?", he asks turning around to where Wille is sitting, the boy now blushing even more and making grabby hands towards the plushie.
Smiling, Simon gives him the plushie, not being able to deny how cute Wille looked, as he embraces the frog and hums contently.
"Do you wanna get to bed Wille? It's very late, you'll have trouble getting up tomorrow.", he asked the boy gently, watching as the boy looks like he's going to start crying again. "Don't leave me please", he sniffles, grabbing Simmes hand. "I'll stay here, don't worry, I'm not leaving you alone like this, I'm here for you", Simon crouches down in front of Wille sitting on the bed, holding his hand. "Promise?" the younger boy asks, eyes heavy with sleep. "Pinky promise", they link pinkies, Wille giggling slightly.
Simon gets up and ruffles Willes hair "Alright, lets get to bed!", Wille blushes and lets Simon put him to bed, all the while holding Prins to his chest tightly.
Simon joins Wille in bed, pulls the boy close to him, and presses a little kiss on his head.
"Sleep tight Wille", he says, eyes falling shut. The last thing he hears is a whispered "Nighty night, love you Si", putting a smile in his face.