❝ 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 thirteen: emotionally wrecked, smutty comments and rob's return.
IT WAS 3AM as Matt shookhead in disbelief at David as he stumbled in through the door. His hair was slicked back with water, shuddering from the cold weather. All he wore was a black, open bomber jacket, revealing his whole chest and torso, and a pair of skinny jeans which were stuck to his legs in dampness.
Matt began to run David a hot bath, leaving him shaking in his armchair. His body racked with sobs, his brain experiencing unhealthy, mental torture. He wanted to be away from this whole situation. He wanted to die. He just couldn't live with the fact that Simon was going to be with Lauren, and he was going to be happy. The love of David's life had told him he loved him last night, and, in all honesty, it had made the comedian feel even worse than before.
After sitting in the hot bath for an hour, David stumbled out and glanced at the clock. 3:29am. He approached the kitchen, only to see Matt sat with hot chocolates, topped with whipped cream. Matt's had tiny marshmallows on top, too.
"Thanks, mate." David mumbled, shakily taking a seat on the spinning bar stool and facing his short friend. Matt sipped his drink and watched as David put down his drink and began to cry again. Just tears, steadily falling out. They seemed never ending. Matt sighed fondly at him and helped him stand up, leading him to the sofa. Sitting on the corner, he let David lie longways on the three seater. David's head rested in Matt's lap as he sobbed continuously. He cried until there were no tears left and all that was coming out was reaching sounds.
The man fell into a restless sleep on Matt's lap at 4am, just as the hot cocoa turned cold. The actor pulled his phone out from his pocket and began to text.
to: rob brydon you have to come back. i know you're busy and stuff in wales but you have to come back, rob. david is gonna kill me for saying this but he's become romantically and sexually involved with simon, even though simon's with lauren. it's been awful, david has such genuine feelings for him and i feel like simon is just messing with him, i know simon likes him too but it's gone too far. i spoke with simon a few days ago and he told me he was going to choose david. yesterday i told david and he went missing last night and came back at 2am (a few hours ago) drenched from being out in the storm. he cries, every single night, rob. he's just passed out, exhausted from crying on my lap. something's happened bad tonight but he won't tell me. he needs you, rob. he needs his best friend. you have to come back, please, i think you're the only one who can fix this.
Despite Matt being such good friends with David, Rob had always been his number one best friend, that one person that he could trust with anything in the world and he wouldn't interfere. Matt knew this and, to be honest, was 100% okay with it. He liked Rob, and knew him well enough to know that he was an odd sleeper and would probably be awake around this time. Rob didn't reply so he left his phone on the side and closed his eyes, exhausted. Matt managed to drift off into slumber, David still tossing and turning next to him.
