Damon (one-shot)

XVI - hear your voice again

David's pov:

I stole a glance of him wearing a dark grey rolled up sleeves; glass resting at the tip of his nose that makes him looks smokingly hot. My lips curve a slightest smile while my heart sank. Before my wave of emotions hits me, a loud cheering crowd gets my attention back on stage. I feel a pair of eyes staring at me, I can’t shot back or else I might end up hurting myself, like the same old days.

Every time I get home after the show, I questioned myself all through the night like- does he mean that, like really? Is that only for the show or are we on the same page? No, that cannot be. But why did he do that? Sometimes I get hope, sometime he crush them. Did he really don’t like me, not even in off camera?

We were all sat on the couch backstage, except for Simon, who’s grabbing his coat getting ready for home. He bend down to give a goodnight kiss to both the girls “you really don’t want to join us?”

“feeling a bit tired tonight, sorry girls” he excused himself

When my turn comes, he just stared down at me saying “night David” without bothering to look at me.

“goodnight Si, please be early tomorrow?” I said with a smirk. I can’t hide my impatience of us to meet again soon, making the girls giggle

“can’t wait are we?” Amanda teased “of course you will, look at him, he can’t wait either” the whole gang burst out laughing while I hide my blushed cheeks.

I look over to Simon hoping he’s not mad at that, anyway he can’t be mad with Mandy that long. Instead, I saw a faint redden face, our eyes meeting for tenth of a second, he then turn away from me.

“David-…erhmm…follow me” he said in a rigid tone, cold that the room went silent.

The girls and me shared a doubly looked before I get up “no wait, we have dinner” Alesha intervene

“just for a minute I mean, lesha” he said as we walk out of the room. The hallway was quiet despite the fact that the show only ended a few minutes, no crew, no people, just us. Half way through the corridor, he stopped and turned to look at me. For many times in my life, I failed to read him, again.

“Si….are you alright?” I asked as he just keep staring at…my tie, my nose, my lips? Wtf….calm down David. No, I’m not the only one to calm down, he look extremely edgy too

He clear his throat stepping closer to me “Dav-…erhmm David. God!!! Listen, I need to tell you something-“

“Mr. Cowell, your car is ready outside” one of the crew called out

“get it” he smile faintly at me “I guess this have to wait…shit- goodnight then Dave -see you tomorrow”

“but Si, isn’t something important?”

He chuckle but tense “no-…not that important, go the girls are waiting….maybe next time” he muttered “…when the time is right”

“but –but….” With that, he walk away, just like that.

Whatever he was about to say, I’m ready to hear that, the good or the worst, or maybe some normal stuff like the act. The time is right, it was so fucking right that it makes me helpless from where I was standing. Our spot is fine; I don’t need a fairy light up or candles to hear words coming out from him, to have a little chat. everything was so fucking perfect still he can’t. How long should I wait? a day? a month? a year? Until the end of time? maybe not in our world.