Wilmon Oneshots :)

'Goodbye, Wille' - Wilhelm's POV

It's a Monday morning. Simon is wrapped in my arms, his light breaths landing on my face. His nose was only a few centimeters away from mine. My back faced the wall. My mouth faded into a smile as his eyelashes fluttered. He awoke.
"Good morning," I whispered.
He groaned back at me. A giggle escaped as he rolled to face away from me. He quickly rolled back after realizing where he was.
"Morning," Simon grumbled.
I grazed my finger over his cheek, he leaned into my touch, allowing our noses to meet. His cheeks raised with a smile.
"How'd you sleep?" I spoke quietly still.
He slightly shrugged, "nicely."
I felt his words on my lips.
"Nicely," I repeated.
Simon chuckled before replacing his words with his lips, letting them hit mine. A light rose color was left on my cheek, an implant of his effect on me. His cheeks lit up to match mine.
"Isn't your statement today?" He checked.
I nodded, "yeah but I will be saying that you're my boyfriend," my finger tapped the tip of his nose.
"Okay, great!" He scrunched his nose.
"We should get ready for school," I sat up.
Simon rolled out of the bed, unlocking me from my chamber, "are you still going to school?"
"Yes, I'm leaving early though," I pulled myself to my feet.
Simon pulled on a pair of plaid pants, placing his purple sweatshirt on top, "what time?"
"Around three o'clock," I answered, "it releases around six."
I pulled my jeans on with a white shirt to compliment it. A Hillerska sweatshirt topped the shirt. I put a sock on each foot, falling back down to the bed. Simon sat next to me.
"Will you come visit me after the release?" He asked.
My head bobbed up and down, "of course. I should be able to see you," I chuckled, looking down at the floor.
Simon grabbed my hand before I glanced back up at him, "I love you."
"I love you too," I smiled.
Our lips met again. My hand tangled into his curls, lightly tugging on them. He followed after, messing my hair up in the process. We moved rhythmically before pulling away a minute later.
"We should get to class," I chuckled.
He panted, "yeah, we should."
We both erupted into laughter, heading towards my mirror to fix our hair. His curls sat perfectly atop his head, going in every direction. I combed through my hair and pushed the books into my backpack.
"What time is it?" Simon questioned, still fixing his hair.
I tapped my phone, "six forty seven."
"My class is like on the other side of the school, Wille!" He began to panic.
I shrugged, "we can come up with an excuse if we're late. Being a prince has a few perks."
He shook his head, "I'm gonna go. See you in class?"
"Yeah," I responded.
Simon swung his orangish-yellow backpack over his shoulder and made his way out the door. I slipped the socks onto my feet and my tennis shoes over top. My hand reached for my cell phone. The time read six fifty one now. I sent a quick message to Felice, 'I may be a little late.' She responded almost immediately, 'why?'
I chuckled, typing quickly, 'Simon and I got a little distracted.'
'Omg. Get to class right now.' She sent.
I flipped the phone shut and grabbed my backpack. I cleared my throat, making my way out the dorm hallway.
The clock read seven o'clock as the bell rang, me barely crossing the doorway.
"Just in time, Crown Prince," Mrs. Ramierez acknowledged.
I smiled at her, placing myself beside Simon. I glanced over at him to see puppy dog eyes.
"What?" I whispered as the teacher began class.
Simon shrugged, looking forward. I shook my head and flipped open the notebook in front of me.
The time was now two o'clock. Simon and I sat in the locker room before gym class. He sat across from me as the room emptied out.
"I'm nervous," I admitted, picking at the skin around my fingernails.
Simon grabbed my hands, "you've got this."
I met his eyes before pulling away and taking off my Hillerska sweatshirt. He followed, pulling off his hoodie. I giggled, peeking behind me to see his bare back.
"Are you looking at me right now, Wille?" Simon teased, not even bothering to look back.
I clicked my tongue, "are you going to stop me if I am?"
He turned then, interlocking his lips with mine. Our bare chests touched along with our hands on each other's cheeks. We both smiled into the kiss, giggling between breaths. Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat rang in our ears. We both pulled away quickly, heads bolting to see who it was.
Henry. Of course.
He rolled his eyes before moving back into the gym. I took a deep breath then glimpsed over at Simon. He snorted and pulled on his t-shirt. His hand playfully pushed my chest as he strutted out of the room.
My eyes flashed over my phone again. Two thirty.
The interview was in a total of thirty minutes and my leg bounced at the thought. I sat in a car with my mother, her eyes glaring at me.
"What?" I questioned.
She shook her head, gulping, "I need you to say it wasn't you."
"I can't do that, Mama."
"You have to. For the sake of your future country, Wilhelm," she pleaded.
I scoffed, "maybe people need someone like me in a higher power."
"Trust me, Sweden could go through so much if you tell the truth. It'll ruin this country," she explained.
My fingernail reached my mouth in a need for comfort, my bouncing leg not being enough.
"Stop doing that," Mama slapped my hand from my mouth.
I exhaled, looking over at her. Tears rested in both of our eyes. We kept looking at each other for a moment before I broke the contact, eyes moving to the window.
The time was two fifty six. Four minutes. My heart beat out of my chest, not allowing my head to think properly. My eyes rested on the mirror in front of me, my bedroom surrounding me. I thought of earlier this morning. A dark blue suit with an orange tie carved my silhouette. I allowed myself to wander around, imagining a life with Simon. Here, in this very room. A smile relaxed on my face at the images. My fingertips graced the sheets, wishing for Simon's lost hairs, germs, smell, and clothes to be trapped in them. I sighed, pulling my hands away from them. It would never happen. It could never.
"Are you ready, Crown Prince?" Malin questioned.
I nodded, "yeah."
My body turned towards her. I glanced at the watch on my wrist, two fifty nine. I shook, feet taking me towards the door. Mama met me in the hallway. She quickly fixed my suit jacket.
"No need to be nervous, you'll do great, Wilhelm," she spoke.
My eyes met hers, "yeah."
She pulled away as I quickly fixed my sleeve. I began to move again, now in the living room. Cameras surrounded my couch, a woman sitting in a chair across from it. A crew accompanied her, filling the room.
She took my hand, "Crown Prince Wilhelm, it's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you as well," I automatically reacted, taking her hand in mine.
She placed herself in the chair as I sat down on the couch.
"I'm honored that your family has allowed me to interview you on this news," she acknowledged.
I fidgeted with Erik's watch, "yeah."
"Should we get started?" She asked, flipping open a notebook.
I agreed.
Clocks now showed the time at six o'clock. My heart raced as the news played on the television in front of me. My entire family sat on the same couch I was interviewed on just three hours ago. Suddenly, my name popped up on the screen.
"Crown Prince Wilhelm has made a statement today on the recent explicit video that was released. The Crown Prince has claimed that it is not him in the video. With no faces to put to the man in the video, all we can do is believe him," The news anchor spoke.
My eyes welled up with tears, "why did I do that?" I spoke quietly.
"What was that, Wilhelm?" Papa wondered.
"I should've told the truth," I blurted.
Mama scoffed, "no, you did the right thing."
"No I didn't," I got up from my seat.
The news continued talking about my interview, direct quotes being used. My feet took me out of the room.
"Wilhelm, where are you going?" Mama raised her voice.
"For a walk."
I pulled the huge door open, the cool air hitting my face. Malin followed after, she closed the door behind us. I snapped my body around.
"Malin, please, let me be alone," my chest raised up and down, quickly.
She bit her lip, "I'm afraid I can't."
"If I take my own car, do you have to come?" I asked.
"Not if you're driving."
I shrugged, "I'm taking the car then."
She handed me the keys. A part of me thinks she has always wanted to help me. I smiled at her before sliding into the driver's seat. I pulled out of the parking lot as my phone erupted with messages. My ears ringed from the noise. Tears rolled down my face as I pushed past the speed limit, letting the wind from the lowered windows slap me. I held my breath, making a quick turn towards Simon's house. The notifications continued, lighting up the car with a singular noise. The sky soon matched my emotions, a storm beginning to fall upon the car. I let the rain come inside. I was quickly soaked from a mix of my own tears and rain as I swerved into Simon's driveway. My phone dinged one last time before I pulled myself out of the car. I was pelted with water, almost as a punishment for my actions. My hand reaches out and knocks on the front door. In less than a second, Simon's mom, Linda, is standing in front of me.
She scoffs, pulling her mouth away from the door, "Amor! Someone is here for you!" She belted out.
I swallowed, tears still dripping down my cheeks. Simon soon appeared from the other side of his mother. Tears had left marks upon his face as well. His eyes were bloodshot red like he'd been crying for days.
"Thanks, Mama," he smiled at her before stepping outside.
I backed up, hitting the rain again. Simon walked past me and into the driveway, his purple hoodie was already soaked through. I watched as his feet stood on top of the gravel. His curls quickly shrunk from the water, making him shorter than usual. I stood only a few feet away from him but felt to be a million meters away. I couldn't see his face or hear his voice until I took one step closer.
"You're stupid, you're stupid, you're stupid," he repeated to himself, "how did you not see this coming?"
Simon's face now looked up at the sky, his eyes shutting. He exhaled.
"Simon," I spoke quietly.
He didn't respond.
"I'm sorry," I tried again.
"No, you're not," he spat.
My voice trembled, "I am sorry. I need you to trust that."
"How can I trust you?" He raised his voice, turning around.
I stepped back, "it was for the safety of our country! I didn't want to! Mama made me do it!" I spat back.
He chuckled, shaking his head, "she wasn't even in the room!" The pouring rain dripped down from his curls.
I wanted my hand to be back in his hair, just how it had been this morning. It all hit me then, that wouldn't be happening again.
"Do you hate me?" I genuinely questioned.
Simon clicked his tongue, looking down at his hands which were fidgeting, "no. I'm in love with you."
"Then why don't you trust me? Why can't you understand?" I bit my lip.
He shook his head, "because you don't understand."
"What don't I understand?"
My thoughts raced through our memories and our future. Well, the future I'd imagined.
"Do you know how much it would mean to all the queer kids in the world if there was a gay prince?" He glanced back up at me.
My eyes stayed locked on him, "do you know how it could affect us terribly?"
"You just proved my point."
Simon crossed his arms, keeping eye contact with me. We both continued to sob with the rain, knowing that this couldn't be fixed. I still made a final attempt.
"I love you, Simon."
"I love you too," he paused, "but I can't do this."
His feet slowly reached mine before he placed a hand on my right cheek and a light kiss on the other. He looked up at me with his bloodshot eyes, still reflecting a beautiful brown. My hand reached my own cheek as I took his hand in mine.
"So, it's just over?" I choked out.
Simon nodded. He silently swept away. I couldn't turn to see him, all I heard was the front door slam behind me. My chest raised quickly as I tried to wipe the tears off my face. No change appeared. I rubbed my heart to get it to stop racing as I walked towards the car. I couldn't look back. I wouldn't. I fell back into the car and checked my phone.
The final message was sent at six thirty two.
'Goodbye, Wille.'