Thoughts, lies and memories | DAMON BGT

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David

I took one hand to the place where his lips had touched and smiled like a teenager in love.

In a video I had seen a long time ago, Simon bids farewell to his fellow AGT judges with a kiss on the cheek, including Howie.

At the time I was jealous, and I thought: hopefully one day Simon Cowell will greet me like this.

And BOOM, it just happened!

Yawn.  I think I'm tired after all.

And with the recent image of Simon Cowell blushing, I fell asleep.
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I open my eyes with difficulty.  It's hard for me to know what I was doing there, in a hospital...  oh, of course, the accident.

There was no one in the room, not even my mother.

What time is it?

The wall clock was pointing at noon.

I looked at no particular point and my eyes, like two rocks, began to weigh.  I closed them.  Sleeping a little more doesn't affect anyone, does it?

Suddenly I hear voices speaking.  Then the sound of the door opening and a few steps.  I kept my eyes closed.

Someone sighs and takes my right hand.  In some divine way, I recognized the contact: my Simon.

I felt myself melt as he intertwined his fingers with mine.  I don't know how much happened like that, our hands joined and him giving me innocent caresses with his thumb, but when he wanted to go away, I tightened the grip.

"David, are you awake?" I pretended to be asleep (after all, the performance was my thing) "David, wake up."

I half-opened one of my eyes and mumbled, "You have to kiss me, haven't you seen the bloody sleeping beauty?"

Simon closes his eyes as he smiles.  For my part, it was all laughter.

"Your levels of smuttiness surpass me."

"You love me really! Admit it."

"You'll be discharged at one o'clock," he says.

"Too bad, I was already liking this thing about you visiting me."

"David..."

"What?" I smiled.

He hesitates a little, and when he finally decides to say something, the doctor comes in.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Walliams!  I don't know if Mr. Cowell already told you, but you can go home now."

The paperwork was already done, they only checked the medical things that didn't matter to me, a little physiotherapy, I changed my clothes, they told me (again) the things I should do and the things I shouldn't do and finally, I went out, next to Simon.

"Ugh, I feel like shit."

Simon laughs a little and opens his car door for me.
What a gentleman...

Simon

On the way home, David looked at his face in the mirror of the car.  A grimace peeks out of his lips.

"I look like shit too"

Since there was traffic, I was able to look at him. 
His eye was still a little swollen, his cuts were reddish and bruises were spreading across his arms and probably his legs.

An immense pain invaded me.  It was my fault that he was like this.

"Simon...  Simon!"

The whistles of the cars behind us took me out of my thoughts and I accelerate with force.

"Hey, hey, it's all right, calm down"

I shook my head.

No, nothing was right.