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So, they were gonna have their school ball the next day in Hillerska, his outfit laying on his chair, ready to be worn. It could have been great otherwise, but Simon knew there were gonna be reporters everywhere, as this would be his and Wille’s first public appearence as a couple. Of course the cameras wouldn’t actually be inside the school, but still. It made Simon nervous.
He didn’t know anything about this, about how to act in front of the cameras, how to behave. Did he need to be correct, or could he be himself? Simon didn’t know.
Wille was laying on Simon’s bed beside him, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly. He was humming a song quietly, which Simon recognised as ’A fool to remain sane’. It made him smile fondly.
”A great choice of song”, Simon chuckled.
”Huh?” Wille glanced at him, being pulled out of his thoughts, looking confused.
”A great choice of song”, Simon repeated and watched as Wille’s cheeks reddened.
”Fuck off, it’s a great song”, Wille mumbled but his smile was soft.
Simon only chuckled at that, and then laid down next to his boyfriend, wrapping his arm around his waist and pressing his head on the crook of Wille’s neck. He pressed his lips on the skin there, and let out a deep sigh. He heard Wille chuckle at this. ”What is it?”
”What? Can’t I just cuddle you?” Simon asked.
”Of course you can, but usually when you want to cuddle, and then sigh deeply it means there’s something bothering you”, Wille answered. His hand was stroking Simon’s hair, his curls now longer than Wille had ever seen them. He loved it.
Simon silently cursed at Wille being able to read him like an open book.
”It’s nothing serious, I’ve just wondered if…”, Simon trailed off.
”You’ve wondered what?” Wille asked, patientely, after a moment of silence.
Simon sighed again. ”About tomorrow. We both know there are gonna be so much reporters and people with cameras at school”, Simon finally confessed with a small voice. He was not exactly worried, not with Wille being there with him, but he was just nervous. The pictures would be everywhere, all the people would be able to see how they were as a couple. It felt kind of weird to think about.
”Mmm”, Wille hummed, turning on his side so that he could be face to face with his boyfriend. He put an arm under his own head as he looked at the other boy. Simon looked back.
”We’re in this together”, Wille whispered and stroked Simon’s cheek lovingly. Simon started smiling. It was their mantra, saying ’we’re in this together’. It meant they were always gonna deal with things together, whatever may become. It gave them comfort, making them both feel safe about the future.
Simon pecked Wille’s lips quickly.
”We’re in this together”, he repeated and watched as Wille started smiling too.
”And we’re gonna look so good together, people are gonna be so jealous of us”, Wille continued, and it made Simon chuckle.
”I mean, I am for sure gonna look good”, Simon said, shrugging slightly. Wille let out a fake gasp. ”Are you saying I’m not gonna look good?”
Simon giggled. ”I’m not saying anything, Your Royal Highness.”
Wille stared at him, sighing exaggeratedly.
”My own boyfriend, out of all”, he said dramatically, and Simon rolled his eyes.
”You’re so dramatic”, he laughed out, and Wille turned his gaze on Simon again.
”I’m dramatic?! You just called me ’Your Royal Highness’, you little shit!” Wille was laughing now too.
Simon’s cheeks hurted from all the smiling. He never wanted it to stop, this bantering between them two.
”That’s because you are the actual prince of Sweden, in case you haven’t noticed”, Simon said back.
”Ahh! No way, really?”
”Wille!” Simon playfully slapped his boyfriend’s chest, and Wille’s laugh turned into a soft smile.
”Well, this actual prince of Sweden is really, really happy that he has you”, he then said, and Simon’s smile faltered. Fuck Wille and his ability to make Simon always so flustered so easily. Simon would never admit it outloud, but he secretly enjoyed it very much.
Wille made a surprised noise, as Simon suddenly pressed his lips on Wille’s again. He kissed him for a while, feeling Wille’s hands grabbing his curls, then stroking the nape of his neck. It made goosebumps rise on Simon’s skin.
”I’m really happy to have you too, the actual prince of Sweden”, Simon mumbled between the kisses and heard Wille groan into his mouth. Simon giggled, again.
Simon was ready. He looked at himself in Wille’s mirror, sighing. His stupid curls wouldn’t stay in place, not even with all the gel he had put on. He touched his hair, making a frustrated noise when even more curls fell down messily around his face.
”Fuck this shit”, he said quietly to himself.
Then Wille appeared from the bathroom, his dark red suit making all of Simon’s thoughts disappear.
”Fuck this shit”, he mumbled to himself again, as Wille stared at him too.
”You look so good-”
”You look absolutely amazing-”
They both fell into giggles as they examined each others better.
”Simon, fucking hell, is that eyeliner?” Wille’s eyes widened as he took a step closer, and stared at his eyes.
Simon gulped. ”Yes? I can wash it off, if you think it’s too much-”
”Oh, don’t you dare”, Wille interrupted, his voice sounding strained. Simon gave him a confused look.
”You look so fucking hot”, Wille continued, and as he pressed his lips on Simon’s, Simon could feel Wille’s hands on his curls.
”No, don’t!” Simon suddenly shouted, but too late. He could see his curls being absolutely chaotic now from the mirror behind his boyfriend.
”Ah, fuck these fucking stupid curls!” he whined, and Wille let out a giggle. ”Oops, sorry?”
”Oh, you’re not actually sorry at all, Mr. ’I always need to have my hands on my boyfriend’s hair”, Simon continued, frustratedly running his hand through his hair.
Wille was staring at him again, no, his hands, taking one of them on his own hands. He was examining his fingers, now.
”Is this nail polish?” he asked then.
”Yes?” Simon’s voice was squeky. Okay sure, the eyeliner was approved, but what about this? Was this too much?
”That’s…”, Wille trailed off, still looking at the pale pink colour on Simon’s nails. Simon’s heart was beating fast.
Wille had never said anything about Simon’s style changing a bit, his choice of clothes now a bit different than a year and a half ago. He had never dared to wear nail polish or makeup in front of anyone, though. Simon didn’t dare to speak.
”That’s- that’s hot as fuck”, Wille finally continued, and his gaze shifted up from his hands at Simon’s face again. Simon visibly relaxed, giving his boyfriend a relieved chuckle.
”You really think so?” Simon asked, shyly smiling at Wille. Wille was frantically nodding.
”Yes, fuck yes, I really think so”, he answered him, kissing his knuckles. Simon felt an enormous amount of love for him, just then. Simon kissed him again.
”You look absolutely stunning too, mi amor”, Simon said to Wille, watching as Wille’s cheeks reddened. He was bashfully looking at Simon. ”Thank you.”
”Really, Wille. We are really going to look so good together”, Simon continued, and at this Wille gave a carefree laugh.
”That we really are.”
Wille couldn’t stop laughing. Simon had repeatedly told him to stop, but he was kind of chuckling too. This whole fucking night, honestly.
Wille was adjusting the crown on his head.
”Well, how do I look?” he asked from Simon, when they were in Wille’s room again that night.
”Fuck off, Wille”, Simon groaned, tossing his own crown on the bed. Wille laughed again.
”C’mon, it’s funny. I think Stella had something to do with this”, Wille continued.
”You think?” Simon asked, his whole appearance full of sarcasm, as he gave his boyfriend a look.
”She’s awesome, honestly. Making us the Kings of this ball”, Wille continued. Simon rolled his eyes.
”Oh yes, it’s very hilarious”, Simon deadpanned, taking off his tie and sitting down on Wille’s bed. Wille’s laugh subsided, as he looked at his boyfriend. Was Simon actually upset about this?
”Hey”, Wille said softly, sitting next to him. ”Are you- Is this actually bothering you?” His eyes scanned over Simon’s features, searching for clues.
”No, Wille, of course not”, Simon said, taking his hand on his own. Wille squeezed it. ”I think it’s just- it’s a lot. All the people are seeing us as the ’royal couple’, when really we’re just us. Simon and Wille. I don’t know, am I being a bit childish about this?” Simon continued, looking bashful.
”No, of course not, Simon”, Wille said, making Simon look at him. ”But this was just… I think this was our classmates’ way to say they support us, I think. That’s how I saw it.”
Simon thought about his words, slowly nodding. ”You don’t think they were making fun of us?”
”No”, Wille answered him, now looking confused. ”Why did you think they would make fun of us?”
Simon shrugged. ”It’s just- That’s what they always did. Before I started hanging out with you, that is”, Simon answered, shrugging, like it wasn’t a big deal. It made Wille’s heart ache.
Wille let out a noise of understandment, remembering how sick he had felt when he heard how Nils and some other assholes spoke to Simon on his first day in Hillerska.
”I understand that”, Wille said, raising their joined hands and kissing Simon’s knuckles. ”But this was not like that, I guarantee you that.”
Simon started smiling. ”Okay.”
”Okay?” Wille asked, to make sure Simon was alright.
”Okay”, Simon continued, pecking Wille’s lips. Wille kissed him back, but pulled away too soon for Simon’s liking.
Wille had picked up Simon’s abandoned crown from the bed, placing it on top of Simon’s curls. He let out an approving hum at the sight of his boyfriend.
”Yes, you look very, very beautiful with a crown”, Wille then said, and Simon felt himself blush.
”Pretty”, Wille whispered and kissed him again. ”So pretty.”
So, if Simon was still wearing the crown later, when being on top of his boyfriend naked, no one would really have to know.
