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I’m out in the garden when my phone starts to ring, cutting off the song I had on.
I wipe my hands on my trousers and pick up.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Snow.”
I laugh in surprise. “Why are you calling me?”
“Well, as much as I love sleep, it wouldn’t be a terrible thing if these phone calls became a regular ordeal, you know?”
I nod even though Baz can’t see me. “Yeah.”
I slowly raise myself off the ground, smiling proudly at my work.
“What are you doing right now?” Baz asks. He doesn’t sound so tired tonight.
“I’m in the garden behind our flat, y’know the one?” I reply. “I’m just fixing up some of the flowers and planting some new ones.”
“Really? At this unholy hour?”
I grin. “Yep.”
I tidy up all of my tools and grab my jacket, laying it out on the ground below me. I sit, then lie. Out here, the breeze is cool and mild.
“What about you?” I question. “What’s it like at Fiona’s?”
“Well,” Baz starts. He yawns. “It’s not as nice without you. I wish I could come over.”
“Why can’t you?”
He falters. “Well, I am helping her move some furniture, and-”
“Well you’re not doing it right now, are you?” I snipe. “Come over, Baz.”
I start picking at the grass looking at the sky. “Please,” I beg, drawing out the word until-
“Crowley, okay! I’m heading out now.”
I beam. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” he grumbles. I hear him shouting to his aunt.
I’m a little surprised. “Wait were you actually helping her with moving stuff? Like, at this unholy hour?” I say, quoting him from earlier.
“Yes, Snow.”
“You called me Simon.”
“What, yesterday?” I laugh and reply, “sadly, yeah.”
“I'm almost there.”
“Yay.” I pick a daisy just as I spot Baz in my peripheral vision.
“Hey!” I call, waving frantically. Baz sighs and I can see him shaking his head.
“Please don’t shout in my ear.”
“Sorry.” I grin, ending the call as Baz sits down beside me. I scootch away, lying on my side and leaning on an elbow.
“Paint me like one of your french girls,” I joke, giggling a little. Baz raises an eyebrow.
“Whatever you want, Snow.”
“Simon,” I correct, quickly putting the daisy behind his ear.
I smile at him, cupping his cheek. “My little flower boy.”
Baz lets himself laugh, swatting my hand away. “Stop that.”
I snort, lying on my back and gazing at the stars. That I can’t really see. Of course.
Baz stays sitting, just watching me. He looks surprisingly amazing with that flower, and looking down at me his hair is falling around his face.
It’s dark, but the moonlight is setting a silvery glow on everything. Fuck, Baz is so pretty.
“You're so pretty,” I say out loud, reaching up for him and twirling a strand of his hair.
“You too, love.” He looks so dreamy.
My eyes start to droop, and very suddenly a strong gust of wind picks up, throwing Baz’s hair around.
I shriek, the cold climbing through my sweater easily. I stand up quickly, hopping from one foot from another.
“Be right back!” I squeal, jumping away from Baz and running to the front of our apartment block, letting myself in and jumping up the stairs two at a time. I reach our floor, and as I open the door to my apartment, Penny looks up from her work.
“Simon! What are you doing?”
“Uh! One sec!”
I go into my room and grab a blanket from my bed, jumping out again and waving Penny goodbye, letting myself out with a few brief words.
“Baz here got to go bye!”
I pull the door shut, catching a glimpse of Penny’s confused face before I rush back down to Baz.
He’s gone and made a daisy chain.
I sit down heavily, out of breath. “Brought- this-”
While I wrap the blanket around our shoulders, he very gently places the daisy chain atop my curls.
I giggle, looking up at Baz.
Shit he’s so fucking pretty.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Baz says quietly. My breath catches.
“I love you so much,” I whisper.
I slowly, very, very, slowly, bring myself closer to Baz, hooking an arm around his neck and pressing our foreheads together.
“I don’t fucking deserve you,” I mumble. Baz pauses.
“Please don’t say that, Simon.”
I look into his eyes, and oh, fuck I’m lost in them- they're killing me, drinking me up and I’m stuck in their inky depths.
I press my lips to his gingerly. He’s cold, but I quickly warm him up. I run my tongue along his bottom lip and he all but practically melts into me.
I pull him down, and we stay like that all night, watching the moon set and the sun start to peak over the hedges.
Well. I do, at least. Baz fell asleep in my arms long ago.
I feel a little disappointed. Baz watched me sleep all those years, and I only got one night.
I smile to myself as Baz slowly opens his eyes, groaning as he realises he has a class in twenty minutes.
luckily there are plenty more to come.