❝ i lived a lifetime with him and he doesn't even know it ❞
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in the sequel to my little secret, we learn that people are never the same as they are in your dreams. when david wakes up from his coma and discovers that the past six months he'd spent...
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SIMON SONG: JONAS BLUE PERFECT STRANGERS ACOUSTIC
Hide. That was the first thought that appeared in my mind as the lights changed and I saw him sat across the bar from me. Something about him looked so beautiful, he'd clearly changed since the accident. His beard was gone completely and he was wearing his hair differently, styled in a quiff as it was longer than before. The white top he wore was tight enough for me to see his abs and biceps, even though he was thirty-eight, and he wore dark skinny jeans, along with dress shoes.
I'd tried my best to speak to him, to try see him or even just to see how he was doing. He ignored my calls and texts. I'd tried to go to his house three times, and I'd been turned down by each of his best friends.
Matt had nervously said that David didn't want to see anyone, and that he was feeling quite upset at the moment. I begged the bald man to let me speak to him but he gave me an apologetic smile, declining and stuttering out an excuse about checking on David.
Rob had said that David was asleep and was only having visitors from close friends. Despite arguing with the Welsh man that I was his boss and surely entitled to see him, the door was shut on me.
Jimmy had been more blunt, and seeing as it was my third time trying he'd told me to piss off and that David didn't want to see me, or speak to me. So I left. And I hadn't tried to see him again since.
He stared at me intently, downing shot after shot which was being repetitively placed on the counter, and even after the next song began to play he was still looking. Soon our faces were hidden in the colours yet again. Hopefully he didn't recognise me, meaning that I could move away. I slipped into the crowds of dancing people and found a small gap in the crowd of people, just enough space for me. I watched as men all around me began grinding against each other's crotches, their tongues down each other's throats.
After twenty minutes of nervousness I could breathe a sigh of relief. I was grateful that David hadn't seen me, that was the last thing I needed. Someone knowing I was here. I'd had to put on a huge beanie and sunglasses, queuing in the locals queue so I wasn't recognisable. I knew what the press would be like if they found out I was going to a gay club. The headlines would be 'After breaking up with wife, Cowell celebrates his gayness at HEAVAN!' As I said before: I was glad he didn't see me.
Today had been an awful day. I'd been trying not to think about it but the last thing I expected was to come home from work to see my girlfriend of several years sit me down and tell me that she'd fallen out of love with me. That she'd lost the spark. I bit back my words of "What 'spark'?" and agreed. She'd packed her bags and left, and I went to a gay club. Because that's what you do when you break up with your girlfriend, according to my brain. In all honesty, I had no idea what I was doing here. I was straight. I was here to escape.
