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The music is loud and bumping against his already thumping, out of rhythm, heart. He was last to join the Hillerska masquerade ball. His anxiety was a beast to get a hold of but if he wanted Simon back he had to do this.
He pushed pass and slithered around raging teens engulfed by the flames of the music, straight for Simon. Him waiting until Marcus had walked away to make his move.
Simon's back is to him and his heart races even faster.
He loves him.
He's beautiful tonight.
And Wille hopes he takes him back.
He taps Simon's shoulder and he jumps and spins around. Brown eyes roll with a suprised expression into pure irration.
"Go away, Wille." The latino boy scoffs, "can't you see I'm with Marcus?"
"I know..." Wille's voice cracks and Simon's eyes soften a bit with a dejected sigh, "what is it, Wille?" He asks with a gentler tone and Wille waste no time.
"What if I come out?"
"What- no-" Simon shakes his curls, "Wille you have to come out for yourself not for me."
"I'm not!" Wille denies and takes a step forward into Simon's bubble. He doesn’t step away memorized by his prince being so close to him again. He can almost feel the warmth off his body and smell his cologne. It's intoxicating.
Wille licks his lips nervously and pours his deep brown eyes directly into Simon's open souls.
"I want to be with you, yes, more than anything. And I love you, yes. But I am doing this for you. If- if I come out right now, will you come back to me, Simon?"
"In front of everyone...?" Simon wonders uncertain and Wille nod without hesitation. "Yes, right here, right now."
There's a beat and Simon gives in willingly, "then yes, I will."
"That's all I need to hear." Wille whispers and undoes the fastens of his mask. He rests his disguise upon his heart and with the ither hand draws Simon by his chin into a kiss. Simon's eyes widen in disbelief that Wille had released his mask to show his face. All of unbelievable.
Their lips meet and Simon's melts like a marshmallow over a camp fire. His fingers instantly in the nape of amber hair pulling his prince closer.
Wilhelm can feel the room's atmosphere change in a second and it ignores it in favor of enjoying this kiss with Simon.
He loves him so much.
There could never be anyone else.
His classmates cameras flash and record them from here and there but he doesn't really care for, Simon is protected behind his mask while he is the one exposed this time.
They pull apart and share sweet, endearing smiles. A pairings of woohoo shout across the crowd and when they look up they fund Stella and Felice cheering them out.
That night they danced together and with their friends. Then escaped to privacy of Simon's home. Linda shocked to see them together and went full mothers immediately, demanding they pose for pictures.
After a million photos they retreated to Simon's room and had their happily ever after.
