❝ david, i'm yours. i was yours from day one and will be yours forevermore ❞
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in the sequel to only for you, the world brings more obstacles for simon and david cowell to face. marriage, adoption and scheming ex wives are only the start of it.
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• SIMON •
"I'm so tired." I moaned, burying my face in David's shoulder. The current time was 11am, and I'd been working on my laptop until 5am, meaning I'd only gotten six hours sleep. "I know, babe, but the crowd would miss you if you didn't turn up." He replied, kissing my forehead and allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder blade whilst he played a game with Eric on his iPad.
"Si? Simon? Simon Cowell!" David attempted to awake me, causing me to groan and rub my eyes. "We're here." The chauffeur told us, causing me to sign and turn to David. The younger man sifted his hands through my hair, disguising the bed head, and playfully kissed my lips. "C'mon, grumpy." He teased, as I placed my sunglasses on and stepped onto the red carpet. We stood out there for a few minutes, signing autographs and taking selfies. Many people wanted Eric in the photos, but I got a member of staff to take him inside - the world could be a cruel place and I didn't want him exposed to the paparazzi at the age of five.
We lounged back stage for the next hour, David laid in the V of my legs as I sat long ways on the couch. "It's my favourite comedian!" Exclaimed David as a tall man with dark hair walked through the door. He had quite good looks, and a grin on his face. "Hey, David!" The man greeted. His voice caused me to recognise him as Jimmy Carr.
David jumped off the couch, leaving me sat alone as he enveloped the man on the couch, causing me to feel a bubble of jealousy form in the out of my stomach. David started avidly talking to the man, and I felt the slight vulnerability that was often present whenever David spoke to someone else that could, well... take him from me.
Frustrated, I stood up and run a hand through my hair, walking over to my make up stylist. "Can we do my hair and make up now?" I asked. "But Mr Cowell, we're not going to be on for another half an hour and-" "Please, Lucy?" I begged, glancing over at David, who hadn't even noticed the loss of my presence. I sat in the chairs next to Alesha and Amanda, who were chatting amicably and excitedly about god knows what. "Oh." She said in realisation, shaking her head and smiling at me. She started applying the powder which stopped our faces from shining on the camera light. Ten minutes in, she had just finished styling my hair. "Honestly, Mr Cowell, you have nothing to worry about. David's really-" she stopped. "What?" I asked, referring to her sudden halt mid-sentence. "Jimmy's hand is on his arm. Maybe just go say 'Hi' and, um... You know." She told me. I nodded and jumped off the chair, walking over to the pair and snaking my arms around David's waist.
"Babe." I said to him, causing Jimmy to smile awkwardly. David turned around to face me. "Yeah?" He smiled innocently. "Make-up's gonna want you in a second." I lied, kissing his lips and making Jimmy rub the back of his neck awkwardly. David pulled away after a few seconds and gave me a short, sweet kiss before grinning widely. "I've got to go," he said to Jimmy, "I'll catch up with you later." Jimmy smiled in return, gave an awkward wave and walked out of the studio.
David turned to face me, a smirk prominent on my lips now that the man had gone. I had nothing against the man, I just liked it when David was, well... mine, I suppose. I gave him another short, sweet kiss before falling back onto the couch and pulling out my phone. "What's gotten into you?" David laughed as he walked over to the make up chairs. "Nothing." I smiled innocently, tapping away on twitter. I favourited, commented and retweeted several Damon pictures that had appeared on my timeline. He sat down on his chair and a different stylist began to transform his fluffy hair into it's neat style.
We sat down at the judging desk three quarters of an hour later, Alesha at the left end - David's old seat, then Amanda, then me and then David on the right end - my old seat.
"You were jealous." David commented between acts as we had our break. "What?" I replied, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly and smiling. "You were jealous of me talking to Jimmy." David teased. "No I wasn't." I blushed, clicking the ball point pen on and off. "You were jealous, because my make up stylist said I wasn't due yet." He said, laughing. "Shut up." I told him, rolling my eyes but secretly delighted at how well he knew me. "Aww, was ickle Simon jealous of your hunky, butch, 100% perfect husband talking to someone else?" David teased, poking me in the shoulder. "F*ck you." I replied jokingly. "Gladly." David smirked, before turning his attention to the act walking on stage and leaving me flustered.
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• DAVID • a month later
As I munched on my third packet of Haribo Golden Bears, I tapped my feet rapidly on the airport floor. Simon had been away for two weeks, filming the auditions for American Idol. They do it much quicker than BGT, and we still hadn't finished the auditions here. We'd paused filming for a few weeks whilst Simon was away. I anticipated seeing him a lot.
I'd had many interviews today, on The One Show, The Graham Norton show, Heart Radio and tomorrow I was doing Chatty Man with Simon, which I couldn't wait for. Due to my busy schedule, Eric had spent the day with my mother, much to his enjoyment. He was also sleeping over at her house. She spoils him far too much, always buying him new toys and chocolates. I try not to let the thought worm it's way into my mind, but the truth is, I miss Alfred a lot. I hadn't heard from Lara in over a year, she never answered my calls, texts or letters regarding Alfred and containing maintenance money. They just got sent back, but the money gone. He was my son, and I missed him. From: Sexy I've just landed, they're just doing checks before letting me off. 5 mins. Miss you. Si. X His message ringed through causing me to scrunch up the array of sweet wrappers, throw them into the bins and make my way over to the private jet parking area.
The second I saw him stood there, his hair dishevelled and his black v-neck t-shirt taught against his chest, I couldn't help but run towards the smaller man and jump, wrapping my legs around his waist as my arms around his neck. He smirked as I roughly pressed my lips onto his, missing his touch so dearly. I bit is lip as he pulled away, causing him to grin and murmur, "I can't wait to get you home." I felt an eruption of butterflies as he set me down on the floor and practically dragged me towards the hired limo in anticipation. I smirked at his eagerness, following him into the back seat. He told the driver our address and the man sped off, leaving us to sigh in content at each other's presence.
"How's thing's been?" He asked, running a hand through his messy hair and grinning at me.
"Good, Eric's been making trouble at school, though. He threw paint over someone's head." I admitted, smirking a little bit.
"What? David, why are you smirking? That's awful!" He said in shock.
"Because of the reason he did it." I told him, biting my lip.
"Go on..." he replied.
"He did it because someone did a book review on The Boy in the Dress, and said it was bad. Eric was doing painting and heard them, and... well, you know the rest." I chuckled. Now it was Simon's turn to laugh, burying his face in his hands.
Music echoed through the speakers an hour later as I playfully kissed his lips repetitively, my body looming over his as he laid on the sofa. I pulled him in for a more passionate, meaningful kiss, before turning into a full make out session, flipping his body completely under mine.
