wilmon one shots

unexpected love pt.2

TW: vomiting, puke and being sick, fish
Willes POV:
Fuck.
It's the Simon.

My thoughts raced through my head like they were unstoppable.
All you theories and things that could happen.
All the possibilities that could come true won't let go of my head.
What does he think of me?
I remember that one night that still gives me butterflies.

That whisper was so soft and clear it still makes me tremble.
Since then not a day has passed without this thought.
But of course I couldn't tell anyone.
I definitely don't mean my mother and certainly not Erik.
What should he think of me when I can't get rid of a thought about a boy.
And now he stands right infront of me.

Mouth slightly open and clear he is very surprised. No different from me.
His Lips are slightly parted and I can feel the panic attack coming.
But no.
He means nothing to me.
I hate him wille, I hate him.
His dark brown eyes don't want to break contact with mine.
His jaw is tight and I can see the nervousness in his eyes.

The loud silence around me is surpassed by a voice and none other than Erik's.
"Do you know each other?"
I look over at him and let out a loud "no!" out like I'm about to die.

This no was louder than I thought because suddenly a few people in the background are looking at me, which immediately made me nervous.

I could feel Simon grab my arm-
Harder than I thought because his gentle hand sends a shiver down my spine.
"Me and Wille need to have a discussion about my present."
I give him a questionable look, but not too obvious so that Erik doesn't notice.
Before I could say anything I was pulled away.

As Simon throws me across the room, apparently trying to find a place to talk, I try to ask him things all the time. However, every time I'm close enough, someone pushes me off center.

When we both finally find an empty room where hardly anyone can get in, he lets me go and looks me in the eye.

Something about his expression strikes me as odd because it makes me more excited than I thought.

"Wille.." he exhaled deeply as if he hadn't breathed in hours.
He stands in front of me, eyes fixed on the floor, curls messed up and his breathing uncontrolled.

"Wait how do you know my name?" I asked confused without thinking.
When he rolled his eyes slightly, I knew my question was a bit unnecessary.
I nod to confirm that I know where he got the name from.
Erik told him everything.

"To make it clear." he coughed slightly as he paused.
"We do not know each other."
I nod.
"We will forget what happened at the party. We were both drunk."
I nod again, not even fully agreeing.
I didn't have a single beer at the party other than the one I dropped.
"We're going to walk out of this now and pretend we're friends. New friends to be clear."
And I nod for the last time.
Something tells me I shouldn't always agree with him but I can't help it or else he thinks I'm in love with him.
And I'm not.

We both leave the room, me in the front and he in the back.
As we both set off I dare not even look back.
Because if I do that, I know for a fact it's going to go wrong.

Simon's POV:
After our conversation everything went normal.
We walked back like nothing happened and I don't even look him in the eye.
Erik and lucia seemed to have us which was very surprising as our acting skills are not the best.

When it was almost dinner time we saw each other again and unfortunately spoke.
"And how do you like it here?"
He asked me, a tone in my voice like we had all the time in the world.
"Meh, it's okay" I laughed as I rolled my eyes.

"You can really go home. Would help everyone."

"I'd love to be anywhere you're not believe me."
With that, we ended the conversation and parted ways.