Stuck with you ✔️

Still Day 13

Baz

I'm honestly surprised by how nervous Simon looks as I follow him into our bathroom. "You okay, baby?" I ask, and wrap an arm around his waist.

"Yeah," he smiles. "I'm just not used to walking around naked with partners afterwards," he chuckles and blushes when my hips bump his as I step into the shower.

"Are you uncomfortable with this?" I ask. "Because I'm happy to wait 'till you're done before I have a shower, I don't mind," I tell him quickly. I do sometimes forget that not everyone is as comfortable with this type of stuff as I am.

"Um," he wets his lips, and I take a step back to give him a bit of space. "You know what, Baz, I'm really sorry-"

"Shhh, Simon, don't apologize. It's okay," I cut him off. "Do you want me to wait in our room?" I ask.

"Yeah," his face is red, and his words sound like they're getting stuck in his throat.

"Okay, that's fine," I smile and press a kiss to his cheek, before walking back into our room, making sure to close the door behind me.

Simon

Oh my goodness, that's so embarrassing. I don't know why all that made me so uncomfortable, but it did... I shake my head to try and clear it, but it doesn't work.

I can't shake the feeling that Baz is going to hold it against me. I mean, I probably would if I was in his position. I'm sure showering together would have been nice, but I didn't want to... and I sent him out of the room. I should have at least had the decency to let him shower first. Oh, Merlin.

Baz

I've pulled on a pair of shorts by the time Simon finishes up in the shower, and he emerges, looking anything but relaxed. I think about asking if he's okay, but he is obviously not okay,  and I can tell he probably doesn't want me to ask about it.

I want to say something, just to break the tension, but I can't think of much. "Did you have a good shower?" I ask, and Simon looks up at me like a deer in headlights.

"Uh... yeah," he looks up at me. "Yeah, it was good, thanks," he smiles. I grin encouragingly at him. I can't shake the feeling that he feels like he messed up, but I don't know how to assure him he hasn't. 

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I take a while to finish my shower, I wanted to give myself time to think, and to give Simon a bit of space. I cringe a bit when I realize I didn't bring any clean clothes into the washroom with me, and even though I don't mind walking out in just a towel, I feel like it's going to be weird with Simon.

I walk out in a towel anyway, and Simon looks up momentarily from his phone as I enter. I quickly pull on some sweats and a crewneck.

"Hey, Baz," he sits up as I turn my attention to him.

"Yeah?" I ask as I finish pulling on my second sock.

"Can we talk?" He asks, and I'm proud that he's brave enough to initiate a conversation.

"Yeah, of course," I smile and make myself comfortable at the foot of his bed.

"I just want to know what happens after tomorrow?" He picks at his nails as he asks that.

"What do you mean?" I ask. I must be missing something here because I am confused.

"Tomorrow is the last day of our quarantine, campus life will be relatively back to normal, and I'm just wondering what we're going to do with.. this," he gestures between us.

"Haven't we talked about this?" I sigh.

"Yeah, I know, I'm just... I don't know" he looks up at me helplessly, and I almost feel bad for him. Almost.

"If I were a girl, this wouldn't be a conversation, I thought we had established that we both wanted to stay together, make it official? But it sounds like you're second-guessing that?" I ask, and Simon chews his lip worriedly.

"Yeah, your right, and I know that you think that this is the same as a straight relationship, but it's not. The way people see us is different, the way we exist in each other's worlds is different, the way I feel about you is different. Everything here is new to me, and I'm scared that it's too good to be true right now, and once we get back to normal, it's going to change". He explains, and part of me wants to just tell him that maybe he's right, and perhaps he is too immature for this relationship. Possibly he's right, and this is far too different for him. I shouldn't be the one having to fix everything for him. But I love him, and I want to make this work. So I swallow my anger.

"What are you scared of happening, like exactly what?" I ask gently.

"I'm- I'm honestly kind of scared that you're going to go back into the real world, and realize how much you settled for me. And I mean I wouldn't blame you, because it's true, you did settle. But I don't want to lose you." He tells me, and my heart melts a bit. "And I'm scared that I'm not going to have any friends, you've said in the past, that my main hobbies were skipping class, playing beer pong, and fucking random girls. And you were right, and I know it's not the best hobby, but it was fun" he laughs a bit, and I have to force myself to not roll my eyes. "I feel like I'm going to be missing out on that, because I really doubt my friends are going to keep inviting me to parties," he shrugs.

"Okay, let's narrow that down a bit," I chuckle despite myself. "So you're scared that everything is going to change?" I ask. And he nods. "Okay, here's what I can promise you." I hold his hand in mine, and he finally returns my eye contact. "I want to be with you, Simon, I really do. And if those feelings ever go away, I'll tell you. You don't have to worry about it."

"Okay," he nods, and I think that puts him at ease a bit.

"And yeah, maybe life with your friends will change a lot, or maybe it won't, I don't know for sure. But I'm happy to bring you with me to clubs and stuff when I go out with friends, and I honestly think you'd like them a lot. I chuckle, and he smiles. "You know, I think we've figured out everything on that list" I smirk. "Instead of beer pong, you'll come with me to clubs that are ten times better than any frat party, you can maybe start paying attention to your studies, and stop skipping class, and instead of fucking random girls" I lean closer to kiss his neck. "you can fuck me" I grin and run my teeth lightly along his throat.

"Hmm, I think I'm okay with that," he smiles, and pulls me on top of him. "It's definitely different, but I'd venture to say it might be better," he smirks, and pulls me closer to connect our lips properly. He pulls away to look at me and the energy snaps to feeling important, I don't know what he's going to say, but I feel the air tighten. "Baz?" He starts, and rests his palm on the side of my face.

"Yes?"

"I love you" he looks scared to admit it, and if I'm being honest I'm scared too. But I do love him, and he should know.

"I love you too" I nod along with my words as I say them, as if I need to shake them out of me syllable by syllable.

"Actually?" Simon asks like he can't believe it.

"Yeah" I laugh, and Simon pulls me into a kiss. It's odd having him be so forward, I swear he's more unpredictable than a sixty-sided die, I never know where he's going or what conclusion he's going to land on. But I do know that he's always going to be Simon, and that's enough for me to love him.

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Next chapter is the 14th day.... Last chapter guys, are you ready??? Also I edited this while watching online church with my family lol.