❝ 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 three: back to reality
SIMON SIGHED IN relent as his black limousine pulled up outside the Britain's Got Talent studio, ready for the first bout of auditions. It had been four months since the after party of the final, and it was now November, the air cold and the sky thick with mist. He wore a long coat over his light grey jumper and skinny jeans, a change of clothing from his usual v-neck and flares.
Simon hadn't spoken to David since he'd fled his house that night, and had avoided the several messages he'd received from him. Opening up his phone, he re read them.
from: david 02/07/2017 sorry, i didn't realise matt was here x
from: david 16/08/2017 me and alesha are going to see amanda's show tonight. do you wanna come with us? :)
from: david 17/08/2017 why are you being like this? what's wrong with you? i can see you're okay because you're always in the papers with press photos.
from: david 31/10/2017 are you deeadd? amandaa says we should give u spacee, but i'm bored and a bit drunkkk witj jummy an dmatt
The last message had been sent last night. I felt guilty about ignoring them, but the thought of facing David again sent waves of anxiety through his chest. He missed him, he missed all the judges. But the thought of seeing them was overpowered by the thought of seeing people he hadn't fucked on a one night stand.
Except, in some ways, it didn't feel like a one night stand. It felt like something. That's what panicked Simon - the fact that it felt like so much more. He watched from the window as Alesha and Amanda stepped out of the black taxi which had large red lipstick stain stickers all over, and onto the red carpet. The crowd screamed in approval.
They both looked stunning, Alesha wearing a stripy, colourful, short sleeved crop top, ripped, high waisted, black jeans and black creepers on her feet, a black bomber jacket over the top, and Amanda wearing a black body con dress which had long sleeves, covered by a leather jacket, with heels on her feet. David was no where in sight.
All of a sudden, the sound of an ice cream van's music echoed through the outside area of the auditorium. A bright pink ice cream van drove up towards the audience, and David drastically jumped out, a smirk on his face as he camply waved to the crowds. Despite being cheerful, Simon spotted weary dark circles under his eyes, confirming his thoughts that David had gotten extremely drunk last night and therefore had an aching hangover. The tall man wore his usual grey suit, and his beard was still prominent and well kept, making him look far more attractive than when he was clean shaven. Simon watched the man's every move, his eyes trained to his figure as he moved throughout the carpet towards the girls, awaiting his arrival.
