❝ 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?
A large thump echoed from inside Louis' dressing room. I rattled the door handle, but it wouldn't open.
"David?" I asked, suddenly worried. There was no answer. "David, I know you're pissed off, but I just heard a thump can you... can you at least tell me to fuck off so I know you're alright?" I spoke through the door. There was yet again, no answer. The door handle caught my eye, and a beam of light was shining out of where the key was supposed to be put. I peeped through the keyhole to see him passed out on the floor.
A gasp erupted my lips, and immediately yelled for Louis'. By now the audience would've left. He came running out, a worried look on his face, and asked, "What?"
"Da-David, he's passed out. And the door is locked, and we can't get in." I told him. Louis used all the strength he could to try and budge the door handle, but nothing happened.
"Should I bust it open?" He questioned, biting his lip in anxiety. I sighed, but didn't even hesitate, and nodded. He barged through the door, the lock snapping off, and it opened to see David laid on the ground, pale and unconscious. I immediately rushed to his side, and as I did so his eyes fluttered open, making him groan. He sat up, his eyes hazy, before hugging me. I gave Louis a look, and immediately understanding, he closed the broken door and left David and I to ourselves. I picked him up bridal style and carefully sat down on the couch, him sat on my lap next to me.
"Why did you do that?" He whispered, his bottom lip trembling.
"I'm sorry, it wasn't me, though..." I muttered, looking down at my hands.
"You could've put a stop to the flirting, like you do every fucking time someone flirts with me at the office or when we go out for drinks, people thinking you and I are just friends. Like, am I overreacting or some shit? Because... I don't think what you did out there was okay." He told me, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, shaking a little.
"I was careless of your feelings, sweetheart. And I hurt you, and I don't like the fact that I hurt you. You're to beautiful to be hurt, and I'm so sorry for that." I whispered, squeezing his hand.
I dropped as many pet names as I could - not that I didn't mean any of them, but if I emphasised what I meant, it could sweet talk him towards forgiveness. I couldn't stand it when he was mad at me... he didn't yell or lash out, he just kept quiet and sat there.
"Your words can't always work your way out of your problems, Simon, but... okay. I accept your apology." He replied, kissing my lips finally.
I let out a sigh of relief, sinking back into the cushions, his body resting on mine. I know it sounds childish, but I found my relationship with David... frightening. Things were moving quickly, I'd settled down, he was now my boyfriend and I was in love with him. I was so in love with him that whenever he was away, my whole body ached in his absence. I was so in love with him that it physically hurt.
"I fucking love you. So much. It's scary." I whispered, resting my forehead on his and sighing deeply.
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"Happy Birthday, beautiful."
This was how I woke David up, with a kiss on his lips as I crawled on top of his naked torso. He blinked his eyes quickly open, sitting up a little and smiling at me.
"Morning, Si." He replied warmly, blushing under my presence.
I was ecstatic to give him his present. I hadn't gotten him a dog, or anything drastic like that. All three dogs were currently asleep downstairs. What I had done for his birthday had taken a lot of time, a lot of asking around and a lot of looking in David's phone to get his friends numbers.
Jimmy Carr, David's best friend - and award winning comedian, obviously - had given me a list of all the people David admired, celebrity wise. From Harry Styles, to the Pet Shop Boys, to his close friend Rob Brydon, I had gotten everyone to say the words "Happy Birthday, David" and those clips had been pieced together on iMovie as one big video.
I linked it onto the Apple TV in our room and clicked play. As the last person, Jimmy, said Happy Birthday, David turned to look at me with tears in his eyes. "Thank you. I love it." He murmured.
"Well I love you." I replied, hugging him.
I then handed him a huge hamper, which consisted of chocolate, sweets, CDs, vouchers and clothes, as well as the newest iPhone 8, which had the initials DW in the corner.
A few hours later, after lazing around in bed, we'd decided to go for lunch. Since schools had broken up, it would be busy, so we decided to leave for lunch at twelve. As we sped down the motorway, David driving, I glanced at his outfit.
He wore a tightly fit, pale blue v-neck and navy skinny jeans, along with a pair of black vans. His hair was pushed upwards, and was still a little damp from the shower. He looked over at me, smiled, and that's when I knew I had to do it. There was no doubt about it.
I hate this chapter, like honestly it has way too much dialogue and ugh... sorry guys. But I really wanted to get an update done for y'all!
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Now for the revelation. The new title for my upcoming book is... "My Little Secret"
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