Stuck with you ✔️

Day 12

Baz

It's been a day, and I feel myself getting restless. I can't figure out why he's not talking to me, about what he and Penny discussed. "How was your shower?" I ask, and he shoots me a confused look. "Like the one you took yesterday?"

"Fine," he brushes me off, and I'm now out of ideas on ways to get him to tell me what he's figured out.

"You know, sometimes I talk to myself when I'm in the shower," I tell him, and can already feel myself regretting everything I'm saying. "Did you have any conversations in there?" I ask, and have no idea how I thought that wasn't going to sound fucking stupid.

"Were you listening to my conversation!?" He asks with both anger and dismay in his words. I just grin awkwardly at him, and he looks up at the ceiling. "Fucking hell, Baz!"

"You said you liked me!" I say it like it's somehow a good defence.

"You absolute cunt" he shakes his head at me.

"In my defence, the walls are very thin, and you didn't really say anything I didn't already know," I tell him, and he glares at me, before getting up and walking over to me, to sit on the corner of my desk. And continue to glare at me. "I'm sorry," I add, and that makes him smile a bit.

"I can't believe where I am right now," he laughs, and runs one of his hands through my hair.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Last year, I was angry at myself, the world, you.-"

"Hey," I laugh, and he smiles back at me.

"-and now I think I'm starting to figure out how I can be happy," he tells me, and moves to the center of my desk, one leg on either side of me.

"Yeah? And how's that?" I ask, hoping I know the answer.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, rubbing circles into my shoulders.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" I hum as he leans towards me.

"Yeah," he smiles and connects our lips. He shifts off my desk onto my lap while we keep kissing. I savour his lips against mine, and am still amused by the way his mouth moves against mine hesitantly.

I pull away from the kiss, and he frowns at me. "Maybe we should talk?" I chuckle.

"Yeah, okay," he nods and awkwardly climbs off my lap.

Simon

We end up sitting on my bed to talk, which feels weird, but there really isn't anywhere else to sit in our tiny dorm.

"So I did overhear your conversation with Bunce, but I'd still like to hear what you've figured out," Baz tells me, and I can already feel my anxiety bubbling up under my skin.

"Well, I'm honestly not sure about much right now," I tell him, and I see his face fall slightly. "But I am sure about a couple of things, but I'm honestly terrified of them," I admit.

"That's okay," he nods encouragingly.

"I'm sure that I like you, and I'm sure that, if you'll let me, I want to keep being with you. Like, I'd like to take you out on a date." I say it, and I think I'm sweating at this point. I'm so nervous.

"I'd like that as well" Baz smiles, and I feel my heart stop. I don't know why, but I was so sure he would say no.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yes," Baz laughs at my surprise. "And you're okay with me talking about it to my friends?" He asks, and my throat tightens.

"Yeah," I nod.

"Simon, I'm really proud of you," he tells me, and I don't know why, but his words are making me choke up.

"Thanks," I smile and quickly wipe away a tear that's fallen. Baz leans forward to hug me, and I wrap my arms around him.

"Are these happy or sad tears?" He asks.

"Both probably," I mumble, and he leans back to wipe my tears away with his thumb, which only makes me cry more. I can't remember a time I've ever felt this cared about, and I'm so grateful I have him.

I hear Baz mumble something against my neck as I pull him back into a hug, I'm assuming it was something comforting, but right now, all I need is him.

I have to fight down my urge to tell him I love him. I know I do, but it's too early to says that.

"Want to watch Death note?" I ask. We haven't watched it together in a couple days, and I miss being close with him, and now that I've figured stuff out, I'm really excited to cuddle with him and just watch a show.

"Yeah, that sounds good, baby" Baz smiles happily, and I feel my face redden at the use of a nickname for me.

I grab a blanket, and toss it over us as Baz pulls up Netflix. I'm still in awe of the way he makes himself comfortable so quickly. I still find myself second-guessing the way I'm sitting, where I'm putting my hands, but Baz easily wraps an arm around me like it's nothing.

We're halfway through the episode, and Baz has started playing with my hair. I can't get over how happy I am right now, it feels too good to be true.

•••

We ended up finishing season 1 of the show at midnight, and realized we should probably try to get some sleep. I'm still resting against Baz's chest, and am very content to stay like this.

"Okay, I think we should get some sleep," he suggests, and I nod. Then realized he's shifting me off of him so he can get up.

"Where are you going?" I complain, and Baz looks down at me with amusement playing on his lips.

"To bed," he chuckles as I grab onto his shirt to keep him from moving.

"Want to stay with me?" I ask and am satisfied as he sits back down on my bed.

"Okay, Simon," he leans forward and kisses my forehead. I'm about to pull him back down onto his back when I notice him opening his belt. I don't say anything, and just watch as he takes off his trousers and tosses them to the side before lying back down beside me. "What? I'm not sleeping in my trousers," he shrugs, and I try my best to hide how flustered I am by the fact that he's cuddling into my side.

"Oh- okay," I try to sound nonchalant.

"Are you okay with that?" He asks, suddenly sounding worried.

"Yeah, no, that's fine" I laugh nervously, and don't know why I'm so flustered.

"Okay, Simon, good night" Baz chuckles and presses a kiss to my cheek before closing his eyes, and hugging me closer.

"Good night."