❝ 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
"Yeah?" he whispered, a little groggily.
I took a deep breath.
"I love you."
"What?" He asked, shakily, sitting up in bed.
I copied his motion, sitting up and facing him. "I'm in love with you, I've been in love with you ever since the Summer Time Ball, I've been in love with you since you hired me." I whispered, my voice wavering and a tear threatened to surface. Did he feel the same?
"I-" He began, before stopping and running a hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly, "I should not have told you that. I'll just go back to my room. I'll-" I rambled, a tear now breaking the surface, before he grabbed my arm and stopped me from leaving.
"David, don't go," he said, pulling me closer so our bodies were touching, "I love you, too. So fucking much, and I've been trying to say it for months now, but you're just too stubborn, and perfect, and just... Oh god, I love you. I love you, David Walliams." He pressed his lips onto mine, straddling one leg up my side as my arms wrapped around his neck. He reached for my tshirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the floor and discarding his top alongside it.
"Let me show you," he smirked, "how much I love you."
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I could barely sleep after last night, thoughts swimming in my mind and disbelief flowing through my body. Simon wasn't awake yet, and on this Christmas morning it was eight am. Picking up my phone from the bedside table, I noticed how his body was spooning mine, his arms wrapped protectively around my stomach.
I looked at him, fast asleep, his eyelashes framing his face, his hair was pushed upwards and disheveled, and his lips were chapped and swollen still from the night before. I couldn't help but touch my lips and realise that they'd been synced with his for so long last night.
The fact that I had just slept with Simon baffled me - the man I'd only ever seen through my television screen was now laid in bed, next to me. It had taken mountains of courage to tell him how I felt, and it was true. I was in love with him. I was unexplainably and irrevocably in love with him, and I fell in love with him the way you fall asleep. Slowly, and then all at once.
"Merry Christmas, David." He whispered, shaking me out of my thoughts and making me jump.
I turned on my side and shifted down the bed so our faces were level. He ran a hand through his hair and pressed his lips against mine. He tasted of summer, winter, spring and autumn all at once, he tasted of chocolate and sweets and a tint of morning breath.
