When I wake up the next morning, I am extremely disoriented. Shielding my eyes from the bright streak of sunlight streaming through the curtains, I throw the covers off myself.
I sit up and notice that I'm wearing nothing but a blue oversized shirt that isn't even mine, and the memory of last night floods back. Smiling, I see Simon sleeping next to me.
I want to wake up right next to him every morning.
His sleep becomes a bit restless as he begins to wake up.
He opens his gentle blue eyes and looks around the room with a confused expression. I watch in amusement as he connects the dots, remembering last night.
His eyes shift from around the room to me. At the sight of my face, he smiles.
"Good morning, beautiful." He says, then he yawns.
"Good morning. Someone's sleepy." I say with a small laugh, laying back down and resting my head on his bare chest.
He nods and then places his arm around me, softly running his fingers through my hair.
"Did you sleep well?" I ask him, realizing this was the first time we spent the whole night together.
"That's the best I have slept in a while."
I look up to his face, his soft lips only inches away from mine. I kiss him and then rest my head on his chest again. I feel it rise and fall with every breath, relaxing me.
After a few minutes of us just laying together, I sit back up and say, "I'm going to take a shower."
"I'm going to take one too, I'll use the guest bathroom." He stands up, the sheets tangled around him.
I laugh and walk into my bathroom, closing the door and starting the water.
As the bathroom fills with steam, I take off Simon's shirt and step into the hot shower. I close my eyes and let myself forget about all my worries and fears, focusing only on the things that calm me and make me happy.
Simon.
He's made me feel things I've never felt before, things that I don't even understand. He's my remedy when I'm broken. He's made me happier than I thought I ever could be, and I can't ever let someone that special go.
He has to move in.
I finish my shower and get dressed in a pair of leggings and a long black shirt, throwing my damp hair into a messy bun and not even thinking about makeup.
Emerging out of my room, I hear the guest room shower still running.
What I should do is go downstairs and make Simon breakfast, but instead, I sit on the edge of my bed and scroll through my messages.
I have 23 unread messages, which is really unusual. They're all from my manager and Laura. I click on her messages first, my priorities made obvious.
The Grammys won't know what hit them!
Step aside, Bey.
The real queen is coming through.
Congrats babe! Very proud x
My heart beats a little faster as I remember today they are announcing the 2012 Grammy nominations.
And 21 is eligible for all of them.
Suddenly very nervous and yet, at the same time, extremely excited, I read my manager's messages.
There are several messages of just random letters and then a separate message for each category.
RECORD OF THE YEAR
SONG OF THE YEAR
ALBUM OF THE YEAR
BEST POP VOCAL ALBUM
BEST MUSIC VIDEO
BEST POP SOLO PERFORMANCE
Congratulations Adele! I'm so ready for the awards! You're going to win them all!
I don't even know how to respond to this. I race to the guest bathroom, not caring about Simon still being in the shower.
I quickly open the door, walking into a room of steam.
"SIMON!" I yell.
He shuts off the water, worriedly saying, "What's wrong, baby? Are you ok?"
I throw open the shower door and scream, "Simon, I'm nominated for six Grammys!"
He grabs a towel and wraps it around himself, stepping out and saying, "Six Grammys?!"
"Six!" I yell back, leaping into his arms, not caring that he is still wet.
He holds me close and kisses my lips multiple times.
"Congratulations! You're going to win every single one of them!" He says with a proud smile.
"I don't know about that but I'm actually nominated for SIX GRAMMYS!"
This whole day already feels like a dream and it's not even noon.
He laughs and sets me down. I quickly thank both Laura and Jonathan, then apologize to Simon for barging in.
Laughing again, he gets dressed and says, "I would let you interrupt me even if it was to tell me Beyoncé posted a photo."
I don't say anything, I just kiss him with enough passion that he knows how happy and thankful I am to have him.
Walking back to my room, I sit down and think about what this means.
I need to start thinking about the dress, of course, but more importantly, I need to think about who I'm bringing as my date.
Do I want my blissful relationship with Simon to go public?
He walks into my bedroom, dressed and ready. Before I can debate it any longer, I say to him, "Will you be my date to the Grammys?"
Grinning, he nods and runs over to me. "I thought you'd never ask."
I stand from my place on the bed and he hugs me tight. "There's nobody else I would want to be with me." I say, already imagining how perfect the night will be.
He kisses me passionately until his stomach loudly growls and ruins the moment.
"Hungry?" I laugh.
"Yes. Which means I'm taking you out to breakfast so we can celebrate." He says, taking my hand.
Repeating his words from earlier, I smile and say, "I thought you'd never ask."
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her remedy
Fanfictionshe convinced herself she would never fall in love again. he convinced himself that nobody would ever look past his many flaws. one night was all it took for both of them to completely change their minds.
