the assistant | damon ✓

17. X-Factor

Cowell
1 week later
P.S • my phone's working again!:)

"D'you want to come to work at X-factor with me today, darling?" I murmured as David yawned sleepily, his head resting on my chest as we laid in bed that morning.

"Mhmm..." he replied, sleepily, before sighing and trying to burrow further into the covers.

"Sweetheart, we have to get up." I told him, pressing my lips onto his forehead and crawling out of bed, him following my actions with haste.

I stepped into the shower, letting the steaming hot water drench my hair and steamed the windows surrounded me. The water droplets fell onto my back and stomach, dripping onto the floor. I turned the handle, stopping the water from flowing, and grabbed one of the white, fluffy towels that hung on the rails next to me, wrapping it around my waist. Using a spare towel, I roughly dried my hair, before walking out of the steam clouded room.

Pressing a quick kiss to my lips, David bustled past me and into the shower room whilst I started to get ready. I wore black jeans and a white shirt with several buttons un-done, and my boots, along with my hair gelled and teeth brushed.

David appeared a few minutes later, with a towel slung low on his hips, and his stomach toned. My jaw dropped, as usual, at his figure, and my eyes raked up and down his body. He smirked, biting his lip, before turning away from me and proceeding to prepare himself to leave. He dropped his towel to reveal a different kind of underwear than he normally wears - dark grey CK boxers with a white waistband, instead of white y-fronts.

"Why the change of attire, baby?" I asked, snaking my arms around his naked torso.

He twisted to face me, still in my grasp, before replying, "Guess I got bored."
He pressed another kiss onto my mouth, gently biting my bottom lip and pulling away.

Walliams
An hour later, we were walking into the X-Factor studios, and we were greeted with Louis and Demi.

"David!" Louis exclaimed, a little nervously, before glancing around to see Simon was busy speaking with Demi.

"Hi!" I excitedly greeted back, enveloping him in a hug. We hadn't seen each other in months.

"I need to speak to you," he hissed in my ear, "I have a... problem."

He pulled me into his dressing room, before anxiously pacing the room. Telling me to sit down, he pulled out his phone and quickly typed his password in, his hands shaking. He selected a photo, before shoving the phone in front of my face.

"D'you know who that is?" He whispered, his voice wavering.

Everyone knew who that was. You could live under a rock and still know who Harry Styles was. Not only that, but Simon was not pleased with Harry for joining a different record label when 1D split.

"Of course I know who that is... Harry Styles." I said confusedly.

He gulped, before murmuring,
"I'm in love with him."

Wait... what?

"And I want to tell Simon, and tell everyone but I'm too fucking nervous, and I've been dating him since Eleanor and I broke up, but we dated for years in secret while one direction were still together, and... I... I'm scared, David." He told me, his voice breaking.

"Louis, there's nothing wrong with how you feel, you know that, right?" I reassured him.

"I'm gay." He whispered hoarsely, before rubbing his face with his hands and sighing.