❝ everything is perfect, baby ❞
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affairs, lust and a four year old child never go well together, and when david walliams' skit of being in love with simon cowell unexpectedly snowballs into more, he learns that it's impossible to have perfection la...
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• SIMON •
I peered through the door to see him, sat on the hospital bed and talking calmly with the nurse. She stood up, walked over to the door and opened it.
"Right, Mr Cowell, you can stop looking through the door and come inside now." She said in a thick, welsh accent. "Thank you, Nurse..?" I prompted for her name. "Jones." She replied, smiling, and leaving us alone.
I sat in the chair next to the bed and grabbed his hand. He smiled weakly at me. His hair was disheveled and fluffy, making him look young and innocent.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, just an extremely severe panic attack. Worst one yet." He mumbled, worriedly.
"Why- What caused it?" I asked curiously. He reached over to the small bedside table, picking up his phone. He fumbled with it for a few seconds before handing it to me.
From: Unknown 400k tomorrow or this gets leaked.
Underneath the email was a photo of David and I, almost kissing in the office. Also, attached, was the bank account we needed to transfer.
"Sh*t..." I muttered, worriedly.
"Simon, do you-"
"I'll pay for it." I replied quietly. Although, as I said this, I worried even more. What if I paid and they still published it?
"Don't you realise? This is a sign. We can't do this, Simon. It's not fair on Lauren, or Eric. We're being too obvious. It's dangerous." He said quietly. A tear dropped down his cheek.
"I don't want to stop..." I muttered.
"Neither do I, you know that." He replied. I leaned forward and kissed him sweetly.
Pulling away, he asked, "This is risky, but... Stay at mine tonight?"
I stared at him in shock.
"I- I'll need to make up a lie, I guess."
"That's what people do when they have affairs, Simon. They lie. Are you sure about this?" He asked.
"I've never been more sure about something in my whole life." I answered, kissing him.
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"Lauren?" I asked as we sat on the couch together. "Yeah, Si?" She replied, not taking her eyes off her phone. "I'm not gonna be home tonight. I've got a big meeting with some Britains Got Talent producers in Blackpool and it would be better if I just stayed in a hotel. You don't mind, do you?" I questioned, hating the fact that I was lying. "Of course, babe." She said, pecking my cheek. I cringed at the nickname she often gave me.
An hour later I was outside David's house. I knocked on the door and he opened it, just enough to let me in before checking to see if anyone saw. The streets were empty and the sky was dark, rain pelting down.
"You're soaked." David commented, looking at my drenched black v neck and blue denim jeans.
"Yeah, its raining quite badly out there."
"I made us dinner." He grinned.
"How was your day?" I asked.
"Seriously?" He asked. "Small talk?" He smirked.
He pressed me up against the wall, firmly pressing his lips against my mouth and licking my lower lip. I obliged and before I knew it, we were laid on the couch, passionately kissing.
Nibbling my lip, he pulled away. "Dinner?" He asked. I nodded, still shocked from the kiss.
He plated up the spaghetti carbonara, before sitting down. I twirled my pasta on my fork, before putting it in my mouth and chewing. I watched as David messily slurped up the spaghetti. I laughed and he grinned. "You're such a pig." I said through my mouthful. "Says the person speaking with their mouthful." He retorted. "Says the person who really wants to kiss me right now." I smirked. He turned red and I smiled, satisfied.
• DAVID •
Two movies later, I was sat leant against Simon on the couch, my back resting against his stomach, his legs in a V shape and my body in between them.
The credits for the end of the movie rolled and I sat up, turning around so I was straddling him.
"You look very dishevelled." He said. I raked my hands through his hair and grinned. "You're obsessed with my hair." He commented. "I like it. It's like a cute, baby badger." I replied. I wrapped my arms round his neck and kissed him. He shifted his body so he was comfortable underneath me, deepening the kiss.
Shocking him, I got up and grabbed his hand.
"What are you doing?" He asked, bewildered.
I smirked.
"Taking you to bed." I replied.
• AUTHOR •
Oh my god. On YouTube they showed a preview of tomorrow nights episode and I got such cute damon screenshots.
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They need to win an award for cuteness, I swear. Anyways, hyped for tomorrow night because BGT!😍 Until next time:)
