The Online Friend - A Simon Dominic One-Shot

The Online Friend

"I'm going to be in London tonight and for the next few days. I want to see you. I need to tell you something in person."
When I first read his text, I'd been astounded. D and I had been friends for about 2 years now. We'd first "met" when I posted a small recording of a song I'd produced on my Instagram. He'd messaged me, praising my work and giving me several tips. He'd asked how long I'd been making music, what I liked about it, what I was interested in. We talked mostly about music, but soon, our conversations turned into more personal ones. We talked about everything from my youngest childhood memories to if life was possible on other planets to my ideal type — Simon D. I mostly told him about myself though: who I was, what I wanted from life, how I looked like, how I'd never even hoped to make music but thanks to him I was growing more sure of my skills as a producer.
D didn't tell me much about himself at first. He was 36, single, a songwriter, a rapper and a producer. He never revealed his name, only said that he'd like me to call him D, but after a while, he did tell me about himself, his childhood. The 14 year age difference should have spooked me, but instead I just felt more peaceful talking to him, more comfortable. He managed to make me calmer, more ambitious, he helped me through hard times and kind of became my knight in shining armour.
I never meant for it to happen, but somewhere along the way, I fell in love with him. I'd never seen his face or knew his real name, but I knew I loved him. He was funny, charismatic, sweet, charming, kind, honest, attentive, intelligent, dependable. Simply put, he was perfect. I didn't care how he looked like or that he was almost as old as my father or that he wasn't Simon D, my ideal type. I just loved him. Many would probably think me crazy, but my heart wanted him.
I'd realised what I felt about him about 1 months ago, when he'd told me about his feelings for a girl. He didn't know if she shared his feelings and had wanted advice. I'd felt jealous and angry and a little heart broken. But I never told him how I felt. For one, I don't know how he felt about me. Two, if I told him and he just saw me as a friend, that ruin our friendship. We didn't really talk much that month, I had exams and he was busy with his personal life. And then he'd sent me that text. My heart had fluttered when I read it. It was just 3 simple sentences. Maybe he wanted to see me just as a friend, but it still made me hope for something more. No matter what happened, at least I'd be able to see him.
"Fine. I'm going to the AOMG concert tonight, so maybe we can meet tomorrow?"
"Great. Maybe I'll come by by your place. Your address hasn't changed, right?"
"No, it's still the same. I have to go now. I'll see you later."
Anyone else would have been afraid of meeting someone they met online, but I trusted D. I knew him, maybe even a little better than he knew himself.
The AOMG concert was the best concert I've ever been to in my life. I'd been to several kpop/khiphop concerts before, but nothing compared to Simon. He'd never been the one to do sexy dances on stage, but tonight he was different, like he was performing for someone special. The other strange thing was that I could swear we'd made eye contact several times through the night. That night I'd remembered just how much I loved Simon and that made me a bit confused about what I felt for D. Still, I knew that I loved him.
After the concert, at home, I finally became restless and nervous about meeting D. I showered, dressed and went to bed before realising that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep.
"Are you awake?" I texted D just as I received the same text from him.
"Yes." I answered, but he didn't reply anything.
A few moments later there was a knock on my door. It was past one so I didn't think that anyone would come see me. Getting up from bed and picking up a bat I kept under my bed, I slowly made my way towards the door. Opening it with my left hand, while holding the bat in my right one, I was certain that I was dreaming. Simon Dominic stood in front of my door.
I squeaked and looked at him with surprise. He looked surprised too, but something burned in his eyes.
"Sorry for coming so late. I know we agreed to meet tomorrow, but I couldn't stop myself from coming to see you now, especially not after the way you looked at me all through out the concert and not after spending the whole last month fantasising about you, "he told me, his husky voice filled with fire. "I need to tell you how I feel about you before I go insane."
"D?" I whispered.