Breathless...

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( BEFORE AND WHEN HE FINDS SIMON AND AGATHA)

Baz's POV

I looked at the little date I'd prepared for me and Simon.

And it struck me for the hundredth time. Simon Snow is mine. This perfect boy, with his ridiculous bronze curls is mine. A boy with the kind of blue eyes that you could drown in, the kind of blue eyes that make you want to do stupid things, the kind that drive you wild. He's mine. The Chosen One is mine. Simon Snow and his perfect golden body, splattered with freckles that form constellations. This magickal boy loves me.

And I know my soon-to-be-boyfriend will absolutely die when he sees all these scones. He's been begging to hear me play and I composed a little piece for him, Crowley, I can't wait to see a lovesick smile on his soft, pink lips as he spots my violin.

The same lovesick smile is now refusing to leave my face. I feel like I'm walking on clouds. The numb aching that used to weigh me down has floated away, and now I feel like I'm fucking flying.

Finally, I'm not alone staring into the dark at the bed across the room, at the golden chest softly rising and falling under the covers. Just staring at Simon Snow isn't my life's consolation prize. I get to sleep in Simon's arms, wrapped in his warmth. It seems that all my dreams are coming true. All that I thought was pointless to wish for, all that I thought impossible, it's all happening.

Loving Simon Snow changed the entire world. Everything is suddenly beautiful. Even a bird's melody sounds magickal. Magick doesn't even compare. Every sight is breathtaking. The sight of Simon walking out of the shower with nothing but a towel around his waist and water trickling down the river of his stomach is mouth-watering.

Love surprised me. I did not know I could get flustered with just a smirk from Simon, I did not know my heart could swell up with anything other than hurt, I did not know that only being around Snow made the butterflies in my stomach turn to fucking galloping horses. (I totally saw the last part coming.) It's euphoric.

I feel complete, no, more than that. Longing, desperation, and exhilaration flooding my body. I feel all of it overflowing out of me, through all my cracks. I feel it filling every empty nook and every hidden crevice. It's so strange, yet mystical. Like the magick coursing through my veins.

While these thoughts take control of my mind, I leave the Dining Hall with a soft smile playing on my lips, looking for My Chosen One.

When I scour almost every place in Watford looking for him, searching for that brimming, overflowing, sensation I feel around his magick, I start letting the worry snake through me. I checked Mummers, the Catacombs, the Wavering Wood, the Pitch, even the arsehole Mage's Office. . .

Where. Is. Simon Snow.

My eyebrows furrow deeply before remembering the Weeping Tower. I just came out of it after checking the Dining Hall and the idiot Mage's office, but it's a big tower. He must be around. If—when—I find him, I swear to Merlin I will beat his perfect arse up and then spell GPS trackers on him. The inane thoughts convince my fears to quieten down.

Well. . . he was there alright. With his girlfriend: the girl who took him for granted, the girl who did not respect or love him, the girl who neglected him. Kept him around just because she could, but never knew his worth.

Dizziness suddenly took over my body, and my vision blurred. The image of him distorting with my instant tears that I try to hold back.

The boy I'd die for, the boy I lived for, stood there with his golden arms around her shoulders. Of course. I was shaking, speechless. Her mouth was on his unimaginably soft, sacred pink lips. Mine. . . He was mine, how could he kiss someone else? It felt like a blow to my stomach. The breath knocked out of me.