❝ 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 eleven: light heads and love
SIMON SIGHED DEEPLY as he walked into his house. It had been a few days since he'd stayed at David's house for the night. He'd had time to think, and he had decided that he had to choose. And he'd made his decision.
The thing was, Simon didn't work hard all his life to be bored. And life with Lauren was so humdrum, the same routine every day. Wake up, skip breakfast, work, get call shouting about where he is, get home, awkward kiss, work into the early hours of the morning, then repeat. Simon was so bloody sick of it. He supposed that initially, boredom was one of the reasons he started things with David. After the night of the party, David showed him that things could still be fun and exciting and romantic, even when you're forty five.
'There are two people you'll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold the corners of you that inspired them the most. You will meet these two people. It is a given. It is the third that you'll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.'
David was his third person. David was the person who would wake up in the middle of the night, pretending to not have been asleep just to hear Simon's voice on the phone. David was the one who would drop everything just to help him.
He had to choose David. There was no questioning to it. It had been David since day one, he just hadn't realised it until now. He was falling in love with the man, rapidly and he was so close to falling so far that he would crash and shatter like glass.
Meanwhile, David was sat as his desk, writing non stop, to the point where his hand ached. Black ink was smeared all over his palms, story ideas flooding through his mind at such a pace that it frightened him slightly. There was paper all over his room, scattered in scrunched up balls or wrinkled sheets. He hadn't touched his story idea he'd told Simon that night in Goldwells café since that day, and with all the overwhelming emotion he'd been experiencing, the moment his pen hit the paper it had been non stop writing.
"David where did you put the- Fuck, what happened in here?" Matt asked, laughing at the the large amount of discarded paper on the floor.
"Writing. I've barely done anything since Britains Got Talent ended and I need to get back to work." David huffed in reply.
"You've done Simon." Matt offered, making David smirk and shake his head.
"Not the time. It's getting less painful though." He admitted.
"Good. Soon it'll be all over, and we can get back to normal." Matt smiled, ruffling the younger man's hair and leaving him to his writing.
