❝ 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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I cried a little bit 😍.
• DAVID •
My phone buzzed, and my heart thumped anticipating his message.
All I could think about was whether or not he was okay. Lauren had been extremely controlling ever since Simon had said my name in his sleep. She was always checking up on Simon, and now after last night who knew what extent she would go to.
From: Si ;) Heelpdd tjrjmr
I stared at the message in shock. He needed help. I ran out of the door, clutching my car keys in my hand. My black, ripped jeans paced towards the Audi, my body shaking with nerves.
My arm muscles tensed on the steering wheel as I sped down the motorway, my grey hoodie shielding my face from any passers by.
I arrived at his house in record time, to see Lauren storming out the door and into her car, driving off. She didn't even lock the door. I waited until she was completely out of view, before sprinting towards his house. The door slammed open and I ran round the house frantically, desperate to find him. In my peripheral vision, I saw his lifeless body laid on the ground with a small pool of blood around his head, an abandoned stapler next to him.
"Oh my god..." I muttered, grabbing my phone. I dialled the three, well known numbers and listened to it ring.
"999, what's your emergancy?" The voice echoed through the receiver.
"My- My boyfriend... he's been attacked. I- I need an ambulance."
"Okay, sir, whats your full name, age and mobile number?" The monotone voice asked.
"Why does that f*cking matter? My name is David Walliams, now get me a bloody ambulance!" I exclaimed into the receiver, tears dripping down my face as my body shook violently.
"Mr Walliams, we're going to have to ask you to calm down. What's the address?"
"288 Downtown Avenue." I said into the speaker, my voice shaking.
"An ambulance will be there shortly, Sir. Please try and stay calm, Mr Walliams." She spoke through the speakers.
I stumbled over to his body, brushing the hair out of his face and rubbing my hand on his cheek. "Please be okay..." I whispered to him, my voice shaking.
• THIRD POV •
My finger hovered over the button, the photo taken from my camera slowly uploading onto my computer. My eyes bored into the screen, floods of anger dripping through my veins.
I clicked the Post button and the photo was sent out to the whole world.
• SIMON •
The sirens blared in my ears, the blur of thoughts mixing up in my mind. "Oh my god, I love you, please don't go..." a voice whispered, causing me to try my hardest to peel my eyes open. He was sat next to me in the ambulance, his hand gripping mine. His brown hair was raked up messily, his face solemn and tear stained.
"Dav-" I managed to choke out, attempting to lift my head but a searing pain flooded through my scalp.
"Oh my god, you're awake, you're going to be okay, Simon..." he whispered, tears streaming down his face and his a watery smile appearing on his lips.
"What happened, Si?" He asked, rubbing his thumb on the base of my hand.
"Stapler..." I muttered, before going into a coughing fit.
Later on, we were in the hospital room, me on the hospital bed and David in the chair beside me. He had streaks of tears all over his face, meanwhile I just laid there, talking to him as much as I can. "I love you..." He whispered to me. "And I, you." I replied, smiling warmly at the brunette.
A day later, I was still at the hospital. David had slept over the night, his head drooping as he slept in the chair. We were finally discharged, the stitches firm in my head. As we walked out, everyone was shoving copies of the photo we had previously been bribed with in our face.
"No, no, no, no..." David muttered under his breath, panicking. I reassured him as we walked through the crowds, my left hand protecting him from the aggravating paparazzi.
"David, can you confirm this is you and Cowell I'm the photo?"
"Simon, is David your new lover?"
"Is this photo of you?"
"Mr Cowell, can you confirm you are in a relationship with Walliams?"
"David, over here! What are your views on this image?"
We didn't answer any of the questions, before getting into the taxi and driving directly to David's house. My head still thumped with every step I took.
We were cuddled up on his sofa when a message pinged into my phone.
From: Lauren I didn't send that photo in, Simon. I may be furious with you, and I'll never forgive you, but believe me when I say that was not me. L
I blinked in disbelief, unsure on whom to trust. I decided to keep the message to myself from now, and just bask in the time that David and I were sharing.
