❝ 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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Previously on My Little Secret
A white stick was in his hands.
Pregnant.
chapter twelve:
SIMON LET HIS jaw slack a little. Pregnant? As in possessing a child? His eyes widened and felt himself begin to panic. Why did this have to happen? He was going to be a dad. He was going to be a dad who was in love with his gay, thirty-eight year old colleague.
"Simon, say something." Lauren pleaded as he stood gobsmacked, unsure of what to say.
"I- Oh, sweetheart. That's wonderful." Simon lied, putting on a fake smile and enveloping her in a hug.
"I've got to go see my mum this afternoon. Break the news. I've booked my flight, I'll be leaving in an hour. What was if that you wanted to tell me, babe?" She simpered, pulling away and rubbing his shoulders.
"Nothing, Lauren. Nothing." Simon answered warmly, before she kissed him on the lips and went to pick her suitcase.
This is was a sign, the world telling them that David and him were just not meant to be. Surely if they were, it wouldn't be this hard? Simon loved David, and David loved Simon. That was the only thing the business tycoon knew for sure, and it was the beginning to be the only thing that kept him same. Fuck, Simon thought. He walked into his office, shut the door behind him and slid down the door frame. He sat hunched up on the floor, his back leant against the wall as he buried his face in his hands, rubbing his temple with his thumbs. How would he tell Matt this? Matt knew Simon was going to choose David, not Lauren.
"Fucking hell, David, you'll never guess what!" Matt squealed, running into the man's bedroom and canon balling onto his bed.
David raised an eyebrow, tearing his gaze away from his mounds of paper and ink. Kiss was coming along nicely, he'd written four chapters now. "You're going to give me a blowjob whilst wearing a Simon Cowell mask?" He asked and smirked, chuckling at Matt's shocked expression.
"No, no, I told you that was a one time thing," Matt joked, "Simon told me something today."
David raised his eyebrows and despite being told by Simon not to, Matt recounted everything the mogul had told him. About how Simon was going to leave Lauren for David.
"No way," David whispered, dropping his papers as his hands shook, "he's choosing me?"
Matt nodded his head in glee, grinning widely at his best friend, "It's happening, Dave. He chose you."
Hours later, David still felt like he was on cloud nine, but the moment was dampened slightly by another headache. They were coming on worse every day. He was desperate to see Simon and hear him say the words. He just wanted to hear that Simon had chosen him, and he wanted to hear it come out of Simon's mouth.
