just a daydream | damon

eight

DAVID
SONG: MY MY MY!
TROYE SIVAN
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"Why can't we just stay in bed all day?" Simon whined, playing with the drawstrings of my hoodie and pulling me in for a kiss.

I giggled, pecking his lips lightly before climbing out of bed. "We have stayed in bed all day, Cowell, it's 10pm and we need to start getting ready to go out."

We only woke up eight hours ago, having stayed up all night binge watching old Big Fat Quiz episodes from years ago. I showered, washing my hair with green apple shampoo, before stepping out of the steam filled room and back into my bedroom.

He was still laid haphazardly across the bed, just in boxers shorts and a Britney Spears top I'd leant him. I prodded him until he rolled off the bed and stumbled into the shower, leaving me to get ready.

Tonight we were going to a club called East Bloc, as it was masquerade night and we'd never been to one before. Matt and I had pressured Simon into going since he was only back in England for a few days, and he had reluctantly agreed on the condition that Matt sleeps round his house as well as me.

I changed into my best black skinny jeans and a white v neck t-shirt, paired with a grey suit jacket and dress shoes. My hair was beyond what you would call a 'short' cut, now long and messy unless I pushed it back into a quiff. I liked it that way.

Simon appeared out of the bathroom in just his boxers and towel, and I restrained myself from doing a double take. It felt so strange that the man from my dreams was real, almost like deja vu but more intense. So intense. His face, much to my surprise, was clean shaven, eyes bright with excitement.

"You shaved." I observed, narrowing my eyes. He gave me a soft smile and nodded, shrugging it off and turning his attention to me.

"You look gorgeous." He complimented, biting down on his lower lip.

I blushed, cleverly replying with, "So do you."

"All I'm wearing is a towel." He sarcastically replied, grabbing clothes out his drawers.

"Exactly." I smirked and he shook his head.

"You haven't changed, David Walliams. Not since 2012 when the torture which is you came into my life." Simon retorted with a wry smile nd pulled a short sleeved black v-neck over his torso, making me pout.

He ignored it, adding bright blue skinnies and shoes, quickly gelling his hair and placing his sunglasses the bridge of his nose. He threw me a spare pair of his Raybans to wear so we didn't get recognised on our way to the club, which I slid on and let the lenses tint the world a soft, caramelised brown.

We were due to meet Matt outside East Bloc at 11:30pm (everyone knows that's when clubs get really busy), so we called our Uber and drove into central London. I leant my body against Simon as we sat in the back of the car, his lips next to my ear as he left wet kisses over my skin. The driver couldn't see and it was impossible to tell what we were doing as my face was completely buried in the crook of his neck.

"Simon," I hissed, "you're going to damage my Uber rating if you keep doing that. I have a five star average!" He grinned and shook his head in amusement, intertwining our hands as we pulled up outside East Bloc.

My eyes searched for Matt once the driver had left, my pupils dilating as i focussed on the short man. He was stood against the wall outside, engrossed in his mobile. Quickly, he looked up and saw us, grinning widely and placing us phone away in his pocket. Matt flew back to America at eight am tomorrow morning, so we were making the most of our time together before he left.