A.N. Heyyy! Turns out I still had things to add to this story :) I will write another chapter after this one, but I don't know yet if I'll stop after three or if I'll make this a longer fic… Anyway, hope you'll enjoy and, as always, like, follow and tell me what you thought in the review section!

SIMON

I feel weird waking up. Like I'm cold and empty and like someone hit me so hard on the head that I forgot who or where I am.

I slowly open my eyes and find myself somewhat unarmed and in my bed. I take a look around the bedroom and see that Baz isn't in his bed, which isn't unusual at all. Although, I don't know why, but the fact that Baz isn't here feels weird all of a sudden. Like, this time he was actually supposed to be here.

And then it hits me.

Baz.

Baz and me.

Was it only just a dream?

I mean, it has to be a dream.

Baz couldn't have possibly done all those things to me last night, but everything he said, everything he did – or I imagined he did – seem so vivid.

Him kissing me, me pining him against the wall, him touching every inch of my body, me going off while he was - .

It's impossible.

It can't.

He wouldn't have.

I take a look at my watch and realize I'm almost late for breakfast. I quickly put clothes on and get down to the dining hall.

Penny's already there when I arrive at our usual table. She's reading an old book that has to be at least 5000 pages long.

I sit down in front of her and she looks up to meet my eyes after a moment.

"You look terrible Simon, are you okay?" she asks.

"Yeah, no, I mean, yeah, it's just a bad dream, don't worry about it." I say, trying to give her the best fake smile I got.

"The Humdrum?" she asks, clearly concerned.

"No.. No, it was –" I start saying when someone comes up behind me and softly brushes its hand against my back. I look up and see Baz.

"What's up losers?" he says playfully as he sits down beside me.

I feel my heart ready to burst out of my chest at any moment. I can't breathe nor blink, I just stare at him and freak out inside.

"What do you want, Baz?" asks Penny with an annoyed voice.

"Oh, I don't know, I just - " he starts to say before he subtly looks under the table and puts a hand on my thigh, making his way slowly from my knee to behind my legs. I gasp way louder than I intended to and I see a smile barely forming on his lips. "I just wanted to see if any of you had an extra copy of that book we needed to get for first period, I forgot mine."

"Why the hell would we have an extra book for?" Penny asks, not noticing in the slightest what was going on right in front of her.

Baz looked up from under the table t meet her eyes. "Because you're you?" he says mockingly.

"Well, we don't. I'm sure there are plenty left at the library." She says, not bothering to react to his previous comment.

"Right," he says before looking at me for the first time, "I'm gonna go to the library then." He gives my thigh one last squeeze that makes me shiver all the way up my spine before he gets up. "Goodbye Simon." He says with what could be interpreted as an evil smile. I mean, if anyone would've asked me two days ago, I would've said it was purely evil, but I know better now. "Penny." He says giving her a nod. I follow him with my eyes until he's out of sight.

Penny got back to her reading as soon as Baz left.

"What was that all about?" she asks, not even looking up.

I am still in shock of what just happened. Actually, I'm still 90% sure I'm still sleeping and this is still part of my dream. Although, I don't know if it's possible to be aware that you're in a dream when you are. I mean, when you're dreaming, your mind just goes along with whatever it is you're dreaming about and it thinks it's real life without questioning it. So I think hat the fact that I can think for myself right now is proof that I am indeed awake and Baz grabbing my thigh under the table really happened.

"Simon!" Penny says.

"Wha-what?" I say, more confused than ever.

"What's with you?" She says looking at me with concern.

"Hm, what? Nothing! I, um, I was just thinking about (Baz!), the, hum… the book! For class! I forgot about it too. I should, um.. I should go to the library before first period."

"Alright," she says shrugging, "see you in class!"

I get up way too quickly and make all my stuff go spread all over the floor. A few people turn around to stare at me as I pick up everything as quickly as possible and get out of the dining hall before Penny has the chance to ask me again if I'm okay.

I run up the endless staircases two stairs at the time and turn in every long and dark corridor. I'm running as fast as I physically can and I'm almost out of breath when I see him. Tall and handsome as ever, slowly walking at the end of the corridor, taking way more time than necessary to get to the library, as if he'd been waiting for me to catch up.

BAZ

I've been making my way to the library as slowly as humanly possible, no pun intended, hoping Simon would somehow show up.

Maybe he's freaked out. Maybe I shouldn't have rubbed his thigh like I did, although it didn't seem like he wanted me to stop anytime soon if I wasn't mistaken by the hard member between his legs.

Maybe he's not ready to be with me, and I totally understand. Who would want me for a boyfriend?

I'm so close to giving up waiting for him, and forgetting about the library altogether (I've had the book for weeks, actually. I just needed an excuse to get close to him without raising any suspicions), when I finally see him running towards me at the other end of the corridor. He stops when he sees me.

I step up my pace to get to the library and make my way through the rows of bookshelves. I stop, pretending to look for a particular book and I can feel him looking at me, hiding not so subtly behind a bookshelf.

"I can see you, Snow." I say, not even turning my head.

I see him from the corner of my eye slowly stepping out from behind the bookshelf. He just stands there for a moment, studying me.

"What?" I say, turning my head before he rapidly walks towards me and grabs my hand. He pulls me through rows of bookshelves until we get to a dark and dusty corner of the library, where he pins me up against the wall.

I smile. "Back at it with the pinning against the wall? I - "

"So it was real?" he interrupts and I can hear a bit of relief in his voice.

"What was?" I ask.

"What happened yesterday, it wasn't a dream?" he says carefully.

I can't help but smile, he's so damn cute when he's embarrassed. "I sure hope not!" I say, taking my hand up to caress his beautiful golden hair.

We just look at each other for a moment, my eyes locked to his. I could seriously stay like this forever, playing with Simon's hair while staring in those deep blue eyes of his.

He then leans in and kisses me.

It's so much different from our kisses last night. They were fast and full of angry passion, full of feelings that had been hiding for too long and that finally got out. We were kissing like it was the first and the last time it would ever happen. Part of me really thought it would be the only time. Surely I was wrong, and I've never liked being wrong that much in my life.

Simon has both his hands on my hips as he presses his body against mine. My hands are lying on each side of his face as I kiss him so gently and carefully. It doesn't feel rushed anymore. Like we can actually take our time to get it right.

He stops after a rather long make out session and he places his hands on my chest.

"We should go," he says, "we're already late."

"Who cares?" I ask as I lean down to kiss him again.

He breaks apart laughing. "Come on." he says, smiling brighter than I would've thought possible.

I can't help but smile too as I follow him closely out of the library.

I'm the one who did it, I'm the one who made Simon Snow smile like that.

SIMON

We're late. We're very late. Like half an hour late.

I really didn't see time fly that fast.

I try to walk as fast as possible, but I'm always slowed down by the need to check up behind me every other second to see if Baz is still following me. Every time I turn around, his face breaks into a smile, and every time it does, I feel fire burning in my chest. I've never felt that way before. It's warm and comforting and exciting and very, very powerful. I hope it never goes away.

We eventually get to the classroom, but the class has obviously started a long time ago.

We stand side by side in the doorway as the Professor stops his lecture and everybody turn to stare at us.

"Mr. Snow and Mr. Grimm-Pitch, how nice of you to join us!" the Professor says as I lower my head and somehow try to hide myself inside my shoulders as I hurry to sit at my usual spot beside Penny. I see Baz walking with his head held high like he owns the place and he sits at an empty desk behind me.

The Professor moves on with his lecture as soon as we sit.

"Where the Hell have you been?" whispers Penny.

"What? I was at the library!" I say, overly defensive.

"Yeah, that was like, 45 minutes ago!" she says, frowning.

I struggle to come up with a good excuse when someone answers for me.

"Yeah, well, you know how Snow gets when I'm around," Baz leans in from behind to join the conversation, "he was probably hiding behind shelves to see if I'm plotting." He winks at me and I'm afraid Penny might have cut that. She just rolls her eyes at me, probably believing that story as two days ago it would've been 100% probable, and gets back to listening to the Professor. I keep staring at Baz over my shoulder as he smiles and leans back into his chair.

I don't know how to act around him anymore. I mean, I know we're in class and it's not like it would be appropriate for me to jump over his desk and kiss him all over his body, but in general I mean. I don't know if all of this means we're boyfriends, if we'll be sleeping in the same bed from now on or if it would be acceptable for me to hold his hand in public. I don't know if he wants to keep whatever this relationship is private or not. As of me, I probably should care about what people would say about me, about us, but I really don't. I want everybody to know how in love I am with this tall, handsome, out of this world good-looking guy.

I shyly smile back at him before turning my head back to half listen to the Professor, half think about all we will be doing tonight.