Simon

The feeling of waking up this morning could be described as nothing other than beautiful. I didn't know love felt this good. I smile to myself when I think about how Baz must be on top of the world right now.

Baz.

I turn around only to be greeted by an empty sleeping bag. Baz's empty sleeping bag. I shoot up in to a sitting position and run through all of the possible places that Baz might be.

Walking out of the tent, my head spins in every direction as I call for him. "Baz! Baz…? BAZ!" Nothing but the sounds of leaves rustling in the wind.

I break into a jog and head to the only other place that I know Baz might be. The Big House is quite empty, it's still dark out and I wouldn't expect any magicians to be awake for a couple of hours, give or take.

I knock a door labeled 'staff only' and wait for a few seconds. Then I am face to face with the one and only glasses girl, looking as exhausted as ever. "Have you seen Baz?"

I'm usually one for proper ways of greeting, but I couldn't care less right now. She yawns and flattens out the wrinkles in her onsie with her palms. "The name's Maggie, by the way."

I'll try and remember that. "Alright, Maggie. You seen Baz around in the past few hours? He's not in our tent-"

"-Baz the tall, lanky dude with a mess of black hair?" Suddenly I feel a sort of protectiveness for Baz, then a warmth that spreads through my body at that need to protect him.

"That's him." I say. Maggie is chewing on her thumbnail while leaning in the doorframe. "Well kid, he's over in the room down the hall. Try and be quiet, the poor guy is probably sleeping."

I give her a questioning look and she just shakes her head. "I'll let him talk. If he isn't already asleep he could tell you whatever you want to know" She says, before shutting the door with a soft click.

I saunter down the hall and stop in front of the only other door that doesn't say keep out or staff only. I raise my fist to the door, then remember what she said about Baz sleeping, so I turn the knob and open the door as quietly as possible.

The room is lit up by only lamplight. Baz is perched on the bed with blankets wrapped around his shoulders, his eyes squeezed shut although he's in a sitting position. It's safe to say that Baz isn't asleep and probably ill.

"Baz..?" I say quietly, as not to startle him. His eyes crack open and he looks at me. I can tell by the ways that his eyes light up that Baz is happy to see me. His pupils are dilated from the limited light that the lamp gives the room.

Before I know it my feet are moving towards Baz, then I sit next to him and wrap my arms around his torso. Baz sighs and curls in to me as I murmur sweet nothings in to his hair.

"What happened, Baz? Are you alright?" I say, while rubbing my thumb along the back of his neck. He lifts his face from the crook of my neck just slightly.

"I don't want you to worry about me, love." Baz says. I kiss his cheek, because Baz is just too damn sweet and he just called me love, which is enough to put me in to cardiac arrest.

I let out an exaggerated sigh before starting. "Well, just wanted to let you know that I fucking worried, love." I can feel Baz smile against my neck. "Why are you smiling?" I ask.

"You called me love." Baz wraps his arms around me and kisses my cheek before nuzzling back in to the spot between my shoulder blades and my neck. "Baz, if I don't recall, you called me love, first."

"It's a miracle that it didn't slip years ago, Simon. It just- crowley it means the whole damn world to me." I pull Baz even closer to me, if that's possible. I let him absorb any warmth he can get from me.

Baz makes a strange growl like sound, then faster than lightning, slithers out of my embrace and lunges for a bucket I didn't notice until now.

The room fills with the sounds of Baz dry-heaving in to a pail. I'm not sure if Baz has got anything left in him to throw up. He seemed to have a pretty good idea where that bucket was, and I wasn't about to check its contents when I first walked in to the room.

Instead I pull Baz's hair back from his face and wipe the sweat from his brow as he continuously heaves in to this pail.

"You're alright." I repeat. It's probably not the best thing to say, but I'd like to think that my presence makes some sort of difference. I rub circles in to the small of Baz's back until he lifts his head from the pail and walks back over to the bed, plopping himself on to the mattress.

"So…" I start. "What exactly happened?" Baz sighs. "I don't know if it was the fucking food they give us here or what. All I know is that I feel like shit. I woke up feeling that way, and didn't want to wake you."

I wrap my arms around Baz gently. "Baz after yesterday, you should know that I wouldn't care. I'd want to be there to take care of you. You're sweet for wanting to let me sleep." He smiles at me. I smile back.

"You're probably tired, aren't you?" I ask, because Baz was already awake when I arrived here. He bites his bottom lip before nodding. "Yeah… I guess I'll see you around then?" I chuckle before pulling him down with me.

I pet his hair softy. "I'm not going anywhere. Sleep, Baz." and we do.

Penny

Simon and Baz are too fucking cute. I'm not sure which one of these two is the cause of the horrible stench coming from that pail, but I couldn't care less.

Baz is snuggled in to Simon's arms and the two of them fell asleep so quickly that they didn't even pull the covers over themselves. I'm feeling particularly motherly today, so I do just that, pulling the covers over their torso's.

Then I start wondering when this began, and how long Simon hid whatever this is from me.

The reason I'm here is because the next activity was announced, and Maggie let me know that Simon and Baz were in this room. I must say that I expected hell to break loose.

Baz shifts slightly and opens his eyes. I freeze. "Penny." He breathes. Then Simon's eyes crack open and he stares at me wide eyed.

"Relax, you two, I'm going to assume that you didn't expect me to be here, so I'll give you some time to think of what to say." Baz rolls his eyes.

"Lucky for you two, the next 'activity' isn't one at all. They handed out some smore kits and told us to have a campfire with whoever you wish. By the way, it'll be me, you, Agatha, Dev and Niall. Before you ask, Dev and Niall heard we invited you Baz, and insisted on coming."

Baz sighed. "I would assume that is when you expect your explanation for this all?" He says. I nod and raise a brow, silently asking if I should be going. Baz angles his chin towards the door, so I turn the knob and let the door shut behind me.

All I can do is wonder what this means for Simon and I. Why he didn't feel the need to tell me about Baz. I'm not typically a cryer, but I love Simon. He's my best friend.

I thought friends told each other everything.