Lmao this is literal shit as uuuusual, its not well made and just crappy and probably a bit all over the place or some shit and the ending seems weird to me but uh, i wanted to write it so i did
Simons POV
Im laying in bed, Lauren already asleep besides me. For some reason I cant stop thinking about the question we all got asked earlier on bgmt.
'Whats one word you would use to describe David Walliams?' Yes he got asked that too.
And for some reason, my first thought was gentle. Gentle? Why gentle?
Ofcourse I didnt say that out loud. I had answered Insufferable, jokingly obviously. I didnt think of it again throughout the rest of the evening, but now here, in my bed unable to sleep, I cant stop wondering why I had thought that.
Why had my first answer been gentle? I sigh silently and open my phone, trying to concentrate on something else so I can sleep.
For some reason I decide to go on Instragram. I am rarely ever on any social media but something compelled me to do so. A little bit scrolling and time pass and suddenly I find myself on Davids account.
His most recent post being a video of him petting his dog, Bert. I stare at it, feeling entranced.
As I stare at the video, I notice how softly hes petting him. Slowly running his hand through his fur. His hand steady and gentle.
My mind sifts through randodm memories.
All of the times he has been gentle and caring towards kids and dogs.
How compassionate he can be towards others. Always ready to make somebody feel well, make somebody laugh, so they dont have to go through some of what he has.
Every instance he has rested his hand on my shoulder, grabbed my arm, placed his hand on my back, run his hand through my hair.
It all comes down to gentle.
I stare at the ceiling.
The alarm blares and I open my eyes, groaning groggily.
As I am about to leave I feel somebody place their hand on my shoulder. Gentle.
I turn and see David smiling apologetically. I look at him in confusion, "what is it?" I just want to go, I had been overcome with a weird sense of sadness earlier. It hadnt left.
He opens his mouth, seeming to contemplate his words. "I noticed you seem a bit off, are you okay Simon?" his voice is soft. Caring, Gentle.
I bite the inside of my cheek, I had hoped it wouldve gone unnoticed. "Yeah, im okay" I reply indifferently, hoping he'll just let it go. I wouldnt be able to explain it either way.
He sighs "Simon I can tell youre not, come on talk to me" I stop myself short from shaking my head.
"David I said im fine, im okay why would you even think anything is wrong?" he looks around the hallway we're currently standing in, I continue. "Listen David I really just want to get going and get home okay, trust me im fne, im happ-"
my voice gets cut off as he places one hand on the nape of my neck, the other softly holds my face. I stare surprised at him, he then steps closer, impossibly close.
He tilts his head, leans down and suddenly his lips are on mine. My breath catches, but I kiss him back nonetheless, his lips moving against mine impossibly soft. Caring. Gentle.
Hes the first to part, smiling at me softly, admittedly red in the cheeks. "I just wanted you to stop yapping on about it. You can always talk to me Simon, you never have to hide anything from me" he moves his hands, letting it linger for a moment before he leaves. I stand there, dazed.
It all comes down to gentle.
