Give Your Heart A Break

Chapter 6

A/N: Hey guys!! I'm sorry that I've been gone for so long. My summer break has been really busy with travel and soccer. School starts on Thursday, so I'm trying to get an update or two out before it begins. Thank you for all of your kind comments, they really make me want to keep writing. It means so much to have such amazing, supportive people reading my story.  I love you all so much <3 As always, please  V O T E and C O M M E N T.

***David's POV***

I glared at the 5'9" man standing in my doorway, "What the hell are you doing at my house, Simon?"

His jaw dropped and he scowled at me "What the hell am I doing at your house?! What the hell are you doing at your house?! I pay you € 1.5 million to work on Britains Got Talent, the least you could do is show up."

"Are you fucking kidding me?! I'm ill! I had a fever over 100 degrees and puked multiple times last night, I'm really sorry that I didn't feel up to being in public today, Simon. We don't all need to be in the spotlight 24/7 like you do."

He narrowed his eyes at me and took a threatening step forward, "Watch it, Walliams, you're talking to your boss right now."

I give Simon a fake apologetic look,"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell," I said sarcastically, "I wasn't sure if I was talking to my boss or the man who brought me home to fuck me a few days ago."

Simon's jaw was clenched and he was speaking through gritted teeth, "David, if you want to be successful in life, you need to be able to put your feelings to the side and focus on work."

"I'm sick, you jackass! My feelings for you have nothing to do with me not being at work! ", as soon as the words left my mouth I felt a blush rise in my cheeks. I had just admitted to having feelings for Simon. Shit. 

Simon seemed to have realized what I said as well because a look of shock crossed onto his face. "Okay...uh...well, I have to go, but you really should be at work tomorrow, David," With that, Simon turned to leave.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me, "Simon, We need to talk," .

I led him into my house to the living room where we sat down on opposite sides of a couch. I looked at the man sitting across from me and started tearing up," I need to know what I did wrong. You kicked me out of your house after we slept together the other day, you yelled at me about sleeping around after I hung out with a friend, and you just showed up to my house and yelled at me for being sick. I don't know what I did. You were the one that started feeling me up. You were the one who asked me to go home with you. And then we slept together and the next thing I know you had stopped talking to me.".

Simon got up from the couch, walked over to me, and pulled me to my feet before enveloping me in a hug. Tears are pouring down my face when he pulled back and looked up at me, "I'm sorry, darling. I have been a complete asshole these past few days," a small smile makes its way onto his face, "Let me take you to dinner and make it up to you.".

"I dunno, Simon. It's not that easy," I shook my head sadly and took a deep breath, " I can't just fucking forgive you. You basically called me a whore in front of everyone at work and you made me feel horrible the morning after we slept together by literally kicking me out of your house. I need an explanation."

"I can give you an explanation at dinner," He gives me a hopeful look, "Would this help change your mind?" Simon said as he walked up to me and captured my lips with his.

The kiss started off gentle and sweet, but it quickly became passionate and demanding. Like we were two puzzle pieces being fit together in a puzzle. One of Simon's hands was cradling my cheek and the other was gripping my waist, pulling me closer to him. My hands were around the back of his neck, playing softly with his hair. 

As I pulled away a few moments later, I tried and failed to catch my breath and get rid of the grin that was plastered on my face, "Okay, maybe I can go to dinner with you."

Simon chuckled, "Okay, go put on some proper clothes and then we can head out."

I gave Simon a confused look, "What's improper about my pajamas?"

He rolled his eyes, "Walliams, go put on jeans and a t-shirt," I winked at him and then proceeded up the stairs to my bedroom.

I put on a plain white t-shirt and black jeans with some brown boots before I headed back downstairs. Simon was sitting on the couch petting my dog, Bert, who was perched on his lap. 

Simon stood up, and placed Bert gently on the floor, "Ready to go?" he asked.

"Yep, let's go get some dinner," I said with a smile.

As we were walking out the door, Simon looked over at me with a sparkle in his eye and said, "Hey David...If I get sick, I'm definitely blaming you."

I can't help but laugh, "Hey Simon...If you get sick it's your own fault because you were the one who kissed me."

Simon winked at me and grabbed my hand, leading me to his car.

A/N:  Hi again everyone!! I know that this chapter is shorter and probably not as well written as other chapters and I want to say sorry! I'm trying my best to make this a well thought out and entertaining story and it's easier said than done. So, thank you for sticking with me and I promise that I will try to make it worth your time :) please V O T E and C O M M E N T.