Simon x Wilhem Oneshots 👑💕

Drunk

Wilhems POV:

I button up my top in the middle of my dorm, Simon sat already ready on the bed watching me.
"Can you hurry up we're already late to your own birthday party!" He says tapping his foot. Simon seems very excited for the latest party, a white party to be exact, but I'm really not in the mood. I usually like partying because I get to loosen up a bit and be a normal person, which I don't usually get to be. I also haven't been feeling the best recently as I had a bit of an upset stomach, so to be honest I don't really feel as I want to be drunk right now.

"Give me two seconds!" I laugh, "also quit calling it my birthday party, my birthday was literally on Monday."
"Have we had a party since, no so it's your birthday party!" He says, cutely dangling his leg and kicking them lightly.
"No one's going to see it as a birthday party!" I say before continuing, "also I'm not even in the party mood," I shrug. He pulls a dramatically shocked face and slaps his hands to his cheeks.
"Does my boyfriend, ex crown prince of Sweden, formally known as THE party prince not want to go to a Hillerska party on the weekend of his 19th birthday!"
"Shut up" I scoff, taking a look at myself in the mirror for a spilt second before I turn around and rugby tackle him on the bed, "do you wanna go now?" I ask and he pushes me off him so I roll to the side of him before he practically runs out of the room.

The music is loud, but a good loud. I see, and slightly hear, Simon yelling something at me, but can't make out what he's saying.
"What?" I shout over the music. They're playing some song that has everyone going crazy, I recognize it.
"Come dance! I love this song!" He says pulling me onto the dance floor. I dance with him until our feet hurt and we both need drinks.

At the drinks stand, Simon is leaning over the table getting a martini, his hair sticking to his forehead and a smile on his face.
"Want one?" He says, obviously expecting me to say yes as he goes to grab one.
"No I'm okay," I smile, wrapping my arms around his waist.
"What do you want then? You have to drink something!" He says still leaning over the table.
"Just a coke, please," I say, and he looks over his shoulder at me, pulling a weird face.
"I don't feel like drinking tonight," I explain and he then leans over, grabs me a can of coke, then turns in my lose hold to face me, handing me the can.
"Ok" he smiles then kisses the top of my nose, ruffling my sweaty hair, "come on let's go dance!"

When we've been at the party for about an hour, Simon sees that Ayub and Rosh have turned up (as he expected them too) and I went off with Felice for a little while, which ended up being about two hours. It was about 1 am when Rosh and Ayub came up to me with a very drunk Simon.
"Wille!" He says, throwing himself at me with a hug, so that I'm supporting his full body weight.
"Simme!" I say worried, seeing his eyes, which are red, wet and puffy, "what the hell happened?" I say, now directing my words at Ayub and Rosh.
"He's obviously just had a bit to drink, and he's fine but then he started crying, saying he should be a better boyfriend and dance with him at his party, trust me he's fine just an emotional drunk"
"Oh yeah, right, thanks," I then readjust Simon in my arms to he's standing more upright, "come on we're going back to my dorm," I say helping him, but he resists and try's to pull me back onto the dance floor.
"No! I've been a bad boyfriend and I need to dance with you at your birthday party!" He says, tears streaming down his face again.
"No! Come on you're being silly! Plus this isn't even my birthday party! And you're too drunk to be here, so we are going back to mine." I say pulling him back towards me, wrapping my arms around him so I can help him walk, as he was clearly struggling.

"I'm such a bad boyfriend!" He says crying in my bed. I walk over to him with some comfy clothes and a glass of water.
"No, you're not! Sit up you big baby," I say handing him the water, as an attempt to sober him up. Once he's finished drinking the water, I take the glass off him and place it down on my desk. He then flops his head on my shoulder.
"Aww baby, come on you're an amazing boyfriend, you're just emotional and drunk so let's have a cuddle and go to sleep," I say running my hand through his hair, supporting the back of his head and holding him close, "come on," I say slightly pushing him off of me and lifting his shirt over his limp head. I then grab the one I got from my drawer from him and help him into it. He keeps falling onto me as I help him change his bottoms so that he can sleep comfortably.
"Come on Simme, please help me, help you please," I say and he lays down. Once I'm finished I go to get him another glass of water, which he once again drinks. Then I carefully lay him down and pull the covers over him, hugging him gently but close.
"I'm sorry I left you at the party," he sighs.
"You went with your friends and I went with yours, we were together for the first hour weren't we!" I say, running my hand under his shirt and rubbing his clammy back softly with my thumb.
"Will you take care of me when I'm ill tomorrow because I drunk too much," he asks cutely.
"Yeah, you're gonna pay for it in the morning," I laugh and he pouts and gives me puppy dog eyes which I love, "of course I'll take care of you!"
"Yeah I guess but I'm still a bad boyfri" I cut him off by kissing him gently. He tastes of alcohol, which shouldn't have been a surprise.
"Just go to sleep my baby" I chuckle, kissing his forehead three times in quick succession.
"I love you, don't forget that! Even when I'm a drunk mess!" He sniffles.
"I won't, and I love you too. Even when you're a drunken mess!" I smile.