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The rain is pattering gently against the window, little rivulets sliding down the glass in a hypnotising manner, almost impossible to not look at for long. The world outside is hazy and blurry and wet and looks distant and so grey, it's depressing. The trees are shaking violently and wind is howling noisily outside, screaming like a banshee, the storm a bit scary.
But it's nice and warm inside. Baz is half lying and half sitting on Simon's bed, feeling peaceful and content as he reads The Picture of Dorian Grey, which is quite grim and serious, but wildly interesting nonetheless, and there is a character named Basil, so who gives a damn? Here comes the Sun is playing in the background because Simon loves the Beatles, though they aren't Baz's favourite but like hell he is going to object.
He is lying almost on top of Baz, his head resting on his chest and arms wrapped around his waist, asleep. Baz feels slightly annoyed as Simon breathes out little puffs of air, causing the pages of his book to flutter and disrupt his reading. But everytime he wants to snap at Simon, he finds out that he can't, because his boyfriend looks so calm and happy, just sleeping without any nightmares bothering him. So in the end, he just shakes his head, squeezes Simon's shoulder gently, kisses his beautiful bronze curls and goes back to reading, smiling a little to himself.
He sometimes can't believe that he got this. That he is just lying on a bed, Simon Snow, the love of his life, sleeping in his arms, reading a book and listening to the Beatles, without worrying about the War or the Humdrum or anything else. Just being happy.
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Hours later when Penny returns home after a visit to her parents, she finds both of them curled up together, the book lying abandoned on Baz's chest which is rising and falling steadily. Simon is still curled up next to him, still sleeping without a care in the world, and their limbs are interwined together. The storm has stopped, thankfully.
She looks on at her friends, her heart swelling up with gladness. They are her family, no matter how much she snaps at them, no matter how much they drive her crazy, or how much they disgust her by flirting or snogging anywhere around the house, no matter how much they make her worry, it is in moments like this when she realises why she loves them.
Because despite everything, they are just still two young boys, (no, they are not mature enough to be men, Penny thinks) and they, at the end of the day, just want to be happy.
She shakes her head, smiling to herself, then goes to her room.
Behind her, Hey Jude plays in Simon's room.
And anytime you feel the pain
Hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool
Who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Na-na-na, na, na
Na-na-na, na