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one. simon

I LOVE YOU WITH EVERY LITTLE BIT OF ME.

"what's wrong, little bird?" he asked you, leaning his chin on your shoulder, smiling. it was infectious, and even though you were upset you couldn't help but smile.

"I'm fine," you murmured, as you checked your timeline, scrolling over the tweet that had caused your heart to pound and your insides to dissolve into jelly. simon shrugged, not wanting to press you on the matter. he knew how much you hated being interrogated.

he loved you, so he let the issue go.

but when you were scrolling past those three letters from that very account created just to hate on you, you couldn't help but press your lips together and hover slightly longer over the tweet than you had for the rest of them. simon was watching the screen, laying on top of the covers as he became too bored and too distracted to edit. he hadn't noticed it though, instead reading one of josh's from earlier.

he opened his champagne bottle, this was today's. he had told the audience in a new video of his that after recording the three videos of the day he'd open it and drink the bottle. he had one every day.

you already knew this, because you'd shared it with him so many times. it was repetitive, but eventually you'd buy different kinds for him to try to keep the days from straying into monotony.

"cheers," he said, holding his bottle up to me, "for many more days to come!"

you laughed, for every day he did try and make a new reason to cheer, and you could tell he was struggling to think of new ones.

so, after you had drank the bottle and returned from the bathroom, feeling in slightly better spirits, you saw simon in bed, with your laptop on his knee. he was scrolling through the timeline, and you hung back in the shadows so he would not hear, or see, you. the tv blocked his sight.

"what the fuck is this?" he muttered to himself, clicking on something on the screen. you closed your eyes as your heart raced your lungs furiously. he'd discovered the tweet.

"kys"

those were the only three letters in it, but you knew he had discovered the account you had desperately kept secret for weeks now.

it was the reason you didn't want to film with him anymore. and you could see that taking a toll on your relationship with simon.

"love?" he called out, and you walked from the bathroom, pretending as though you were in there the entire time.

"yes, simon?"

"what's this?" he held up the screen for you to see, but you already knew what it was.

you sighed and went to hug him. you lay there for a few moments together as you inhaled the heady scent of him and buried your face into his chest.

"it's the reason why I don't want to film with you anymore," you figured you might as well tell the truth.

"let me show you something," he said, grabbing his own laptop from the side and sitting you up. he clicked onto his last video with you – you'd decided to prank vik and simon had vlogged it – and went into the comments section.

in it were thousands upon thousands of comments about you – your smile, your laugh, your personality, how cute you and simon were, how much they loved you – it kept going. you smiled at how lovely people were and nodded slightly.

"this is just one hate account, darling," he put his arm around you, "I could show you millions of accounts created just for you."

and so he did, and after blocking and reporting the hate account you felt happy, content, and completely in love with the boy who made youtube videos for a living.

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