SnowBaz Oneshots

The Night

*Baz's POV*

I could've just ran. I could've ignored him and erase my mind from what I did. But I didn't. I stayed and stared. I stared as I watched his face go pale and body go still. I don't know why did it. I just couldn't stop once I started. My mind wasn't my own, but all the words were. All the words that tumbled on and on out of me, those were mine. I don't know how long I stared, how long he stayed still as a statue. Days could've passed, but I wouldn't noticed because I just sat and waited. What for? I don't know. I thought that maybe if I waited, something would change. Nobody noticed us missing class, or if they did they didn't come to find us. Our room wasn't our room, we weren't there. We were stuck in our minds, a place much more dangerous than our room in Mummer's house. Neither of us spoke, barely even breathed. I would say we looked into each other's eyes, but that's not true. Our eyes were locked, but we weren't seeing each other. We were breathing, but it felt like no air was getting to our lungs. I would catch his finger twitching, or eyes shaking, but nothing more. I wanted to say something, wanted for him to say something, for somebody to walk in and shout to wake us up from this, but none of it happened. Maybe it was better that nothing happened, but I would never know. Because in reality, nothing did happened. Until...he finally spoke. It was just one word, but a word none the less. "Why?" He asked, staying on his bed and looking to see if I was lying when I answered. I took a deep breath, preparing to let out everything again, but this time in a more understandable way. "Simon," I started out, looking straight into his blue, confused eyes. He ran a hand through his hair and motioned for me to continue. "Simon, I'm not lying to you. It's all true, everything I said. I don't hate you, I don't want to kill you, I don't even want to hurt you...I love you, Simon Snow. You are caring, kind, honest, adorable, bloody gorgeous, and above all, you are you. You don't hide away, fake a smile, you don't try to be someone you aren't. I love you. Everything about you, Simon." I felt the blood I had left in me rise to my face, showing a light blush. He didn't respond, I knew he wouldn't. I didn't expect him to, or even wanted him to. I was afraid of what he would say. I always imagined he would scream and call me a faggot and tell The Mage that I should be kicked out of Watford. I even expected him to go off. Instead, he took my hand in his, both our arms stretched in between our beds. "No, why? Why didn't you tell me?" He said. My mind drew a blank. 'Why does it matter?' It asked. "I-I was scared. You are suppose to be angry! Yell at me and tell me that I don't belong here, because I don't!" I screamed at him. He looked shocked at first, but then softened and told me something I only dreamed of. "If you don't belong here, neither do I." At first I didn't understand, I was too emotionally wrecked to comprehend what he meant. Then it clicked. "Y-You're?" Was all I was able to voice out. He nodded his head and confirmed that he, Simon Snow, was gay. Or bi. Either way, he liked blokes. I felt my mouth open, the close again. I didn't know what to say. You tell your crush that you love them, expect them to run away, but they say they are into blokes. "Baz, you aren't the only one th-that feels like that. I-I always think about you, even when I shouldn't. You act like such a pristine and proper guy, I w-would never have thought that, uhh, you know, you were- that you liked-" He wasn't able to finish, the words jumbling around in his brain. He looked back up to me, telling me with his eyes what he was trying to say. "Looks don't say a lot, do they?" I said in hoping to lighten the awkward mood. He cracked a smile, a smile that made my heart melt. His facial expression immediately changed, making me worry when I saw it, the he got up and sat next to me. My breathing stopped all together. When I think about it, I always imagined that my face probably looked horrified, but Simon never said anything if it did. "Simon..." My mouth whimpered. My mind was running a mile a minute, unable to express what I wanted, what I needed. "Baz..." He answered. And then the world exploded. I still don't know who started, who leaned in first, but I never cared, still don't. I had never kissed anyone, I was probably really bad, but it didn't stop him. He took my face in his hands, and I deepened the kiss. I was the first to pull away, though I didn't want the kiss to end. He tried to lean back in, but I pulled away. Every time his head got closer to mine, mine would back away. I wanted to kiss him, I did, but I thought he was doing it out of pity. Kissing Simon Snow is experiencing what life is for, but it wasn't the same when you think that he didn't want it. "Simon, stop." I pleaded as he put his arms around my neck to kiss me again. He didn't pull back, but he didn't move forward. He whined, which should've told me he wanted it too, but I still didn't believe it. "You don't like me, Simon. You'll regret this later." I tried to warn. I remember his face going from confusion, to panic, then settling on anger. I was scared he would laugh at me, tell me that I was stupid and it was all just a joke. A taste of what I couldn't have. "Basilton, for once, you are wrong. I wouldn't be trying to snog with you if I didn't want it. I didn't know, but I-I like you too. I didn't realize it till right now, when you didn't kiss back." His facial expression should how much it hurt him. I didn't want to hurt him, I don't want to hurt him. So I did what I thought I had to do, which ended in the best way possible, unbeknownst to me then. I kissed him. He immediately crawled into my lap, tightening the grip around my neck. I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist, wanting to get as much of him as I could. We snogged for hours without an end in sight. Occasionally, we would just lay down and re-admit what both had felt for the past years. That was the night. The night where Simon and I became one. My favourite night of all time. The night I never forgot, and will never forget.

Sorry This Is So Short! I Was Tired And Decided That Writing Sounded Like A Good Idea. I Think I Did Okay For Being Half-Asleep When I Wrote It. Bye!

    --Me