❝ 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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Walliams 1 month later
"I'm going to the SummerTime Ball tonight, Walliams." He told me, causing me to look up from the desk. His appearance was like normal - but today a white v-neck, blue skinny jeans with one torn knee, and his hair spiked up a little - and a cigarette hanging between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, that's nice. You got a hot date?" I asked, jokingly. I knew the man was historically known for having a beautiful woman hanging off his arm for an evening. My cockiness towards my boss, as I'm sure you can tell, has increased in the last month. I've began to know him on a personal level, and I've began to like him.
Like like him.
"Yep." He answered, a smirk on his face.
My heart fell a little, but I composed myself and cried, "Oh, how could you do this to me? I'm distraught, my Simon being taken away from me!" I mock-cried, brushing fake tears off my face and rolling my eyes.
"Fuck off, Walliams, I don't actually have a date." Simon retorted, sticking his tongue out and returning to the files he was observing.
He doesn't have a date. HE DOESN'T HAVE A DATE.
I saw him pause his reading before looking up at me and saying, "Would you like to be my date for the night?"
YES. IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION. OH MY FUCKING GOD.
Playing it cool, I tossed my hair and said, "Hmm, I'll have to check my diary, I have a lot going on this week."
My diary is empty. For the whole week. Heck, I would clear it just so I'd have the chance to walk past him in the street. It's not that big of a crush... is it?
"Is that a yes or a no?" He questioned, smothering the cigarette into the ash tray and watching it crumble and fall to pieces.
"It's a maybe. I'm going on my break." I managed to say, before calmly - well, as calm as you can be when your crush asks you out on a date - walking out of his office and into the bathrooms. I locked the door and jumped around squealing, unable to contain my excitement.
I was going on a date with Simon Cowell.
I pulled out my phone and instantly dialled Jimmy's number.
"Jimmy. Oh. My. Fucking. God." I said into the phone. "What?" "Simon just asked me on a date. He fucking asked me to be his date to the SummerTime Ball tonight!" I squealed into the phone. "Oh my god. You are so getting laid tonight. What did you say when he asked you?" "I said maybe." I said into the phone. "Maybe? You said maybe? Why the fuck would you say maybe? Go tell him yes, and call me when you're getting ready." "Wait, Jimmy-" I interrupted, before the dialling tone rang and he'd hung up on me. Idiot.
