my little secret | damon ✓

six

chapter six: french plaits and 'fuck you's

PULLING ON HIS suit, David checked his appearance in the mirror. He wore a white, fitted shirt, grey suit jacket, trousers and a tie, along with shining shoes. His brown hair was getting far too long, but he liked it that way. He decided that he would style it himself today, giving him more time to relax with the judges. Brushing it backwards and applying some hair spray, he took one final look in the mirror and did his usual smile: a small lip bite and the corners of his mouth raised.

"You look pretty doable," Matt commented as David grinned at him, "trying to impress Simon?"

David blushed and continued to adjust his tie in the mirror, ignoring the question. He grabbed his bottle of aftershave from the glass shelf mounted on the wall, spritzing it lightly on his neck and wrists.

"David." Matt said softly, trying to captivate his attention. He was worried, to be quite frank. There was one thing on his mind, and that was David's rapidly increasing relationship was Simon. The one thing Matt wanted for David was for him him to be happy. He thought of him as a brother. But he knew his happiness was not temporary.

David looked up from the mirror to face the short, bald man.

"You're just going to end up getting hurt, and I don't want to see that. Simon has a girlfriend, David. He's straight, and despite what you seem to think, he's just using you as a toy to play around with because he's bored." Matt voiced, sighing.

"What?" David muttered. He knew what Matt's opinion on the matter was wrong.
"You don't know Simon, Matt. You haven't spent the last five years of your life with him. You don't love him." He said, his voice raising.

"It may make you happy now David but did you ever consider the feeling isn't mutual? At first I supported you on this because I thought it was just a fling, but you're treating it like it's something more. I'm just trying to look out for you, man. You're my best friend and I don't want you getting hurt! You get attached too easily, look what happened with you and Lara!" Matt exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Fuck you." David spat, tears rolling down his face. Grabbing his phone, his bag of clothes to change into after the auditions, he shook with anger. There was no need to grab Bert as he was at his mothers house.

He stormed out of the house and slammed the door, stopping when he realised he had no way of getting to the airport. They were getting Simon's private jet to Wales as it was quicker than getting a train. His car was at the mechanics and Matt was meant to be dropping him off there. He walked down the side of the house, making sure he was completely out of Matt's view, pulling out his phone and dialling the first person he thought off.

"Simon?" David asked into the phone, his lip trembling as tears fell down his face.

"David? David. What's wrong? Where are you?" Simon demanded down the phone, fear rising up his throat.