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My phone buzzes.
I groan, cracking my eyes open and blinking at the harsh light of it. I notice Simon sent me a message before it turns off.
I rub my face, reaching for my phone and yawning as I read the text.
Snowflake: hey dont go to bed late ily 💞💕
I grit my teeth, steadying the phone before I nearly drop it in my sleepy state. I reply back angrily, my eyes drooping.
You: you woke mme up you little bitchboy
I hide my face in my pillow, sighing.
Snowflake: omg bazzzzz u arent using proper grammar omggg bAZZ💕💕💕
You: snow honestly its fucking 2am do you think im focusing on my spelling. Im not. Im focusing on being pissed.
I click my phone off, rolling onto my back while I wait for Simon to reply. I’m not really that mad at him. I’ve been sleeping a lot better lately anyway. Well, only when I’m at Simon’s apartment.
My phone buzzes in my hand, and I open my eyes once more.
Snowflake: im sorry i woke u up, but,,,, u wanna chat?
I type back.
You: we are chatting, snow.
Snowflake: yeah but like, not like that but,,, like calling? Like lets call?
Oh, Simon Snow. Great with his words as always. Especially via text.
I flip onto my front, then feel uncomfortable so I just sit up, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. The floor is cold, and it wakes me up a little.
Only a little. I’m still bloody tired.
My fingers stumble over the keyboard, but my vision is clearing up a bit.
You: i would love to.
I tumble away from my bed, pulling on a pair of joggers while I grab the duvet, pulling it around me.
My phone starts humming with the beginning notes of Careless Whisper, and I answer the call.
“Hey, Snow,” I mumble into the phone, my voice quieter than I’d expected. And croakier.
Simon chuckles quietly. “Hi Baz.”
I smile sleepily. “Hey.”
Dragging my heavy duvet across the floor, I go to my window and pull the curtains apart, sitting on the sill and pressing my forehead onto the cold, cold glass.
“Baz? You alright? You went quiet for a hot second there.” Simon’s voice is so velvety, even over the phone. So soft.
“Mhm, I’m fine,” I coo into the phone, watching the silent city beneath the window.
Simon starts talking again, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “I’m so sorry I woke you up, my darling.”
I laugh. Quietly. “It’s okay. I missed you.” Crowley. I must be really knackered to admit that.
“Me too.”
“Wait, but Simon.” I frown against the window. “Why were you up?”
I hear him shifting. “I uh, left a paper a little late so I had to finish it all tonight. But it’s practically done now, don’t worry!” The phone goes all static for a moment, and then I hear him jumping onto his bed.
He carries on talking, and I let myself smile as I look up, into space.
The stars are beautiful tonight. I can almost see constellations in the forms of Simon’s beautiful freckles and moles.
“I kind of miss, her, you know? I really want to see her soon.”
“Sorry, love,” I mumble. “I blacked out there for a minute. I assume you were talking about Wellbelove?”
I can practically see him nodding. “Yeah.”
I clutch the duvet tighter around me. “Maybe we can go and see her soon.”
“That would be nice.”
We go quiet. It’s not awkward. Just… reflecting.
“What are you doing right now?” I whisper.
“Uh,” he says. “I’m trying to see the moon.”
“Oh.” I grin, laying my hand out on the window. “I can see it.”
“Is it nice?”
“It is.”
“I’m glad.”
I laugh. “Crowley, I love you, Simon.”
Simon is silent before he carefully replies, “me, too.”
I close my eyes, pulling my knees up closer to my chest and burying my head further into the blanket. “I always have…”
There’s no reply. Rain slowly starts to dribble down onto the window, which then very quickly becomes an infinite amount of fingers trying to tap their way through the glass. I feel myself being lulled back into sleep, the dull, twinkling lights of the city a blur through my half-closed eyes.
“Baz?”
I stir a little. “Yes, Snow?”
“You were calling me Simon earlier.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
Simon sighs. “Okay, just.. I really like it when you call me by my first name.”
I rub my eyes, trying to stifle a yawn. “I know, love.”
“You should go to sleep, Baz.”
“Nooo,” I draw out the word dramatically. “Why?”
“Because,” he says, “it’s like, 3am.”
“We’ve been on the phone that long?”
“Yeah, and mines almost dead.”
“Plug it in, then,” I snap back not very snappily. I’m extremely tired.
“Baz,” Simon says. Nothing special, he just says my name. But it is special. My name doesn’t deserve to be on his tongue. “Go to sleep, darling.”
I smile because oh, sleepy Basilton loves it when Simon Snow calls him darling.
“Alright, love,” I say.
“Yay.”
I slowly move off of the windowsill, my eyes drooping closed every other moment. I throw the duvet onto my bed, sliding under it.
Simon sighs happily. “There, see? Nice, yeah?”
I grin. “‘Course.”
I keep hold of my phone, putting it right by my head.
“Stay with me, will you?” I ask Simon right before I fall asleep.
“I will, Baz.”
“Thanks, Simon,” I reply, snuffling into my pillow. Simon hesitates a second, then starts to hum a little song. It's quiet, and I don't recognise the melody, but Simon seems to know it.
And that’s how I fell asleep; listening to his soft, beautiful words and sweet, sweet song.
Oh, Merin. I love him so much.
He has no idea, that Simon Snow.
Simon Bloody Snow. Merlin, he’s going to be the end of me someday.
But..
I don’t really mind.