❝ i'm addicted to you, walliams. you're like my own personal morphine. ❞
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they say workplace relationships never work, but when london nobody david walliams meets famous business tycoon simon cowell, can they prove that wrong?
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Cowell 2 months later
"We're going where?" He exclaimed, dropping his pen onto the desk and staring across the room in shock. His jaw had dropped and the work he was doing previously had been discarded. I couldn't help but stare at his lips and regret the fact that I didn't kiss him that night two months ago.
"America. We leave next Friday. For the weekend. We don't have any choice. I said don't freak out!" I retorted, raking my hand through my hair.
"I've never been on a plane before. Or abroad, for that matter." He stuttered, looking nervous. Then I realised what was wrong.
I walked over and sat on his desk, facing him. "You are going on a private jet. With me. You trust me, David. You know you do." I assured him. I knew by now that he had anxiety and trust issues, and that he'd suffered with depression when he was younger. I knew he'd tried to kill himself, several times, even once at the age of twelve. What he'd told me about his life made me realise that he hadn't had things easy, yet he was still the sunshine-filled person he is, despite all that. The thought of that makes my heart break. In the last month I'd felt a real spark between me and David, as though something was there. I'd began fawning over the way his hair falls in front of his eyes, the way he bites his lip when he's thinking, the smile he does when he's embarrassed or feeling awkward.
I watched colour rise into his cheeks. I watched him scrunch his nose and blink his eyes rapidly. I knew what this meant - he was going to cry. "I- I don't know. What if I get lost? I won't know where I'm going. I don't know if I can do this, Simon." He whispered, and I saw his bottom lip wobble.
"David... Please don't cry."
"I want to go to America. I really want to go, Simon, you know I do. It's just... I'm scared." He admitted, and a tear rolled down his cheek. I used my thumb to wipe it away, before smiling softly. I felt the small spark I usually felt when we touched; as though there was a small electrifying current occurring through us.
He blinked in shock at the gesture, and I said to him, "David Walliams, I know America. And I will look after you." I vowed, and he nodded his head.
"Okay," he confirmed, grinning, "I'll go."
1 week after "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god! This is insane." He squealed as my private jet took off. I watched as his hands shake as he let the plush, cream leather of the sofa we sat in engulf him. I looked out the window and saw the thick layer of clouds surround the plane, the one towering houses turning into the size of lego bricks.
"You okay?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow and lighting up a cigarette. I leant my head back and took a puff of the killing machine, before placing it in the ash tray to smirk.
"I can't do this. Simon, I can't do this." He stuttered nervously. I grabbed his hand, despite all my instincts telling me that the second our skin touched I'd probably want to climb him like a tree, and... well... make out with him. He was attractive, yes, that is a fact. He stared at my hand as it touched his, and I felt the electric shock spark up my arm and create a shiver down my spine. Our bodies were close next to each other, due to the size of the couch.
"What film d'you wanna watch?" I asked, choosing Netflix and selecting 'movies'. "Can we watch Just Go With It?" He asked naively, blushing a little. "Sure, I've never watched it before, is it good?" I questioned, smiling. "Yeah, I've watched it before, I love it; it's so funny. It's a rom-com." He rambled, and I saw his love for films behind his eyes as he spoke about the thing he loved. I knew David had loved films ever since he was little, especially James Bond films. The amount we knew about each other is insane, but I suppose the large quantity of time we spend together pays off. It's been a quiet few months for SyCo, but big things are coming - that's the reason we're going to America. To see Louis Tomlinson. I'd always gotten on with him best out of all the 1D boys, and they'd all joined different record labels, except Louis. I was ecstatic to see him, and his girlfriend, and his son (not from his current girlfriend, however).
An hour and a half later, David and I were in stitches as the credits rolled for the end of the film, and I saw David swooning at Adam Sandler.
"You totally fancy Adam Sandler." I commented, smirking. "You totally fancy Jennifer Anniston." David retorted, mentioning the other lead roll. I stuck my middle finger up at him and saw him giggle, an adorable sound, and he buried his face in his hands.
We sat for an hour, with music playing in the background, as I told David about our plans for America. The plan was to speak to Louis on Saturday, tomorrow, and then on Sunday just go exploring. I was excited to show David the amazing things I'd found in America over the years.
I watched as he blushed, his face going red, as my knee shifted to touch his.
I turned to face him and brushed my hand on the side of his face. He turned his head in my direction and his eyes widened. A sudden feeling of lust overcame me.
"Simon..." he whispered as I used my hand to tilt his chin towards my direction. I caressed his cheek, my hand placed on the side of his neck, and brought his face close to mine. We suddenly hit a huge spot of turbulence, causing our foreheads to bump, making me chuckle. I brought my lips down to his and felt a shot of fireworks erupt in my whole body, and causing me to pull back in initial shock. Whilst one hand held the side of his face, the other rubbed his side. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed his lips back onto mine, firmer this time. The feeling I felt was indescribable. The whole world froze around me as our lips moulded together. He pulled away, our foreheads resting against each other.
I stared at him intently, before he blushed under his glance.
"What?" He questioned, smiling a little.
"You're beautiful." I replied, smirking.
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