Damon (one-shot)

XV - 21st August.

yes i know David's birthday is 20th. curious about why the next day??? take your time and just read it (sorry for not updating so long, i was quite busy working on oh! Walliams)

Simon's pov:

Dazzling light, so hard to keep my eyes open. Indistinct chats, people murmuring far at the end to the corridor. A machine sound like beeping constantly, hammering right into my skull. There’s a sharp sting on my left arm every time I move.

I can feel my head spinning while my brain tries to understand the circumstances. My eyeballs are rolling under the lid while I struggle to recollect my last events. Crowds, audience, my fellow judges, lots of light and a heavy sound, audience cheering, me going back to my dressing room; it was a deafening thoughts so maybe it’s better to work out later.

I packed my duffle bag like I was going to somewhere else. I was in my dressing room after we finished the show. I picked up my phone and…and I can’t think no more, it’s blank. What happened to me aft-

DAVID!!!

I jolt awake in spite to my heavy head. I sit up straight ignoring my worn out body, looking around to know where I am. A nurse rush in along with Howie and the other girls. “relax Mr. Cowell, it’s just the IV fluid” she adjust the pipe “you will be fine”

“Simon, are you okay-“

“what time is it” I cut off Howie.

“almost 12” I looks at him in a shock “ahh…a night time. For god sake relax Simon, you’ve just pass out a few hours ago and you need to relax”

I jump out of the bed leaving the syringe slipping out of my arm, causing some blood to drip drown on the floor “what are you doing!!!! Nurse, nurse…we need help here” cries the girls

It’s just my body needing some vitamins, so no big deal is needed and oh, there’s a bandage around my head, still no need worries “hey hey girls, I’m fine okay…I have to go somewhere else, that’s all” I try to calm them down as I put on my cloths.

“here…take this” Howie hands me some cotton to wipe off the blood “and you cannot go anywhere Simon. Take some vitamins at least to gain some energy”

I look myself in the mirror, not a mirror but to the window glass. My face looks worn out as shit. Still I have no time to bother that. I collect my phone and coat at the table. All the three pair of eyes are on me, not knowing what to do “look here…no big deal, I’m really fine. I need to go somewhere else and please don’t let the media know about this” they just give me a puzzle look.

I let out a long sight before knocking the door. I wait a second, but there’s no response. I push a little harder and finds that he don’t lock it actually. I had no time to grab my bag at the office where I put all the keys, so all I bring here is me alone.

I was on a long flight; from America to here. Though I’m tired as hell, I didn’t take a single nap on my way. I am really excited and eager to see him after a long time, also little part of me is scared because I’m late, like really late.

I find him sleeping on the couch, curling into a ball. There are lots of present box placed on the kitchen table, some opened; a large bouquet of flowers which clearly is not from me, so I’m not really happy with that. He doesn’t usually sleep at noon time so it’s not a great sign already.

I slowly bent down to kiss his cheek. He stirs a little. I crouch lower to meet his level. I give him a peck again, this time on his lips “happy birthday sweetheart” I whisper near his ears