❝ you, my darling, will always be my little secret ❞
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life is a blur and a mystery. we learn this through a tale in which the wrong place, the wrong time and the wrong amount of alcohol accumulates in so much more than planned for simon cowell and...
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chapter two: you bloody idiot
DAVID GROANED IN frustration as he stomped up the stairs towards the spare bedroom Matt was staying in.
"What the bloody hell did you do that for?" He exclaimed, causing Matt to wince.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't know you were going to be necking your boss in the living room." Matt grinned, not appearing apologetic.
David glared at him.
"You have a lot of explaining to do, Dave." Matt added, smirking, before gesturing for the taller man to sit on the bed beside him. Matt was the only person who ever called him Dave, and he liked that. It felt more personal that way. Rolling his eyes, David sat cross legged and watched the older man quirk his mouth into a smug look.
"We had sex last night. At the BGT party." David said quickly, a small, embarrassed smile flickering onto his mouth as he watched Matt's jaw drop open.
"Is he good in bed?" Matt enquired, unable to contain his excitement for David. Since his divorce with Lara in 2012, things had gone down hill for the man, dating wise, and Matt was worried about him.
"That's the thing," David explaining, furrowing his eyebrows, "I don't remember it. Any of it. I don't even remember kissing him. I just woke up half naked in his office, and when Simon came round here he told me we'd had sex."
"Fuck." Matt whispered, biting his lip, thinking.
David patiently waited for the realisation to sink in for Matt, just as it had earlier that morning for him. He knew Matt was happy for him, even if this whole Simon thing was a big fucking mess, it was an improvement. Only Matt knew that David still followed Lara on Instagram, as a way of torture. After their divorce several years ago, he still followed her life through technology, picture after picture of her with different men engraved in her mind. Despite this, David was over her. 100% over her. But it was just a small reminder, every day, when he looked on Instagram, that he was not good enough.
"Fuck," Matt repeated, his jaw dropping even further, "you shagged your crush. You shagged Simon Cowell, David! Don't you realise how insane this is?"
It was true. David had been crushing on Simon since the first day on Britain's Got Talent, despite the fact that he was married at this time. To him, it was just a harmless crush. A harmless crush that deepened and deepened until Lara - and the rest of the nation - could tell through their TV screens. But everyone assumed it was an act, even Simon. But it wasn't. He was falling in love with Simon, molecule by molecule, step by step.
"I know, it's just... Well, it's a fucking mess, isn't it? I was a drunken idiot, completely out of it, so I probably said stupid things. Oh my god, what if I told him how I felt? What if he knows that I've liked him for five years? Shit. What am I going to do?" David panicked, burying his face in his hands and groaned.
"Calm down, look on the bright side, you always go on about doing him, and now you have." Matt joked.
"Shut up, Matt, you're really not helping." He retorted, rolling his eyes once more.
"Let's text him!" Matt exclaimed, smirking, and grabbing David's phone. He knew the password - 2869 - so opened it quickly, choosing Simon's contact.
"Matt, no." David declined, scrambling off the bed to get his phone as Matt ran towards the bathroom, mobile in hand. As the shorter man reached the bathroom, laughing, trying to shut the door on him. David wedged his foot in the door, preventing it from closing, but the force of the door beat him and Matt locked the door.
"Hmm," Matt thought aloud, "ooh Simon, lets have a repeat of last night-"
"Matt!" David yelled, thumping on the door.
"You were so good and made me-" Matt spoke tauntingly, laughing his head off.
"Matt, I swear to fucking God, if you don't let me in I'll fucking kill you!" David yelled, fear rising into his chest.
"Sent!" Matt replied, opening the door and smirking. David immediately whacked him up the back of the head and snatched the iPhone7 from his pale hands, shakily unlocking the phone to see what message had been sent.
to: simon sorry, i didn't realise matt was here x
"You're an idiotic bastard, I actually thought you said all that." David glared, sighing in relief and making a mental note to change his password. He pocketed his phone and headed towards his room, grunting in annoyance. He winced in preparation for Simon's reply.
Hi my lovely people! Sorry this chapter is so short. It's a filler.
