❝ 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 eight: sorrow, sex and sticky notes
song for the chapter: kiss me by ed sheeran. click play above and then start reading the chapter :)
HE LOOKED ADORABLE when he slept. This was the first thought that came into Simon's mind when he woke up, completely naked next to him. The covers were straying at David's waist, exposing his chest and toned torso. Last night was... perfect. It was the only word Simon could use to describe it.
Simon sat up in bed, pulling on his boxers and sitting cross legged on the duvet, falling into a little reverie and letting his mind wander back to last night. He couldn't help but feel remorse at the fact that Lauren would be back tonight and it would all be over. He'd have a woman, of whom is feelings were fading for, laid next to him, instead of David. David with his light brown hair that was far too long and always falling in front of his eyes, despite it being tucked into a beanie. David with his kisses and his hugs and his unnaturally long eyelashes. David with that way of looking at you and making you feel like you're something.
Something important. Simon knew that he was important, socially and business-wise. But he wanted to be important to someone, in a way that without each other they would be two halves and only able to become a whole with each other, no one else. He knew he wasn't that to Lauren. He knew that without him, Lauren would just carry on with her life, probably not batting an eyelid. He wanted her to bat an eyelid. He wanted her to care. He wanted to just be fucking loved.
"Fuck." David moaned, making Simon shake out of his daydream and look at the man, who was still fast asleep.
Simon raised his eyebrows in amusement. David always spoke in his sleep just before he woke up, but normally it was just incoherent mutters. Normally he wasn't speaking so clearly you could understand every syllable. David went quiet again, and feeling cold in the November draft which filtered through the windows, Simon climbed back under the covers and laid next to the man, tracing patterns on the man's stomach.
"Simon." He moaned, making Simon's eyes widen and watch as the man wriggle in his sleep.
"David," Simon giggled, shaking him awake, "wake up."
David's eyes slowly opened and he blushed, realising that his dream wasn't real and that by Simon's amused face, he'd been speaking in his sleep. It wasn't the first make out dream he'd had about Simon. At least last night they'd done it for real, and David remembered every second of it. Every second.
"Morning." He whispered, his voice hitching and cracking from sleep, his words coming out deeper and more husky than normal.
"You're so fucking beautiful." Simon murmured, making a smile appear on David's face. He felt a little shocked, as he'd perceived the man's compliments as throw away. The odd darling and sweetheart made his head and heart start a war. His head would tell him, it would shout and yell at him, that it was just a fling. It was purely physical and meant nothing to Simon. His heart would tell him that he was falling even further, despite thinking he was completely in love with the man. He loved him. He had loved him since 2012. He would love him forever.
