A/N: So. I'm back I guess. I feel obliged to tell you that the inspiration for this fic came from my own YouTube channel. I've been struggling for a while now with a lot of things, and I guess I just wanted to do something to make others happy. That's why the majority of my videos are made to gain publicity for people's fics, tumblr's, twitters, etc. If you know any fics that you think should be more public than they are, then leave it in your review or PM me and I promise to check them out, even if they're your own.
Thank you for reading. Reviews mean more than you know. Thanks guys. Please don't cry.
Baz POV
To say they were surprised by the reaction to Simon's video was an understatement. Simon was overwhelmed. Within a few days his fans were doing exactly what he asked of them. Tumblr and Twitter especially had gone nuts as usual, facebook was annoying as hell so it didn't really give a damn, but the two boys didn't care.
This was already more than enough.
However there was still one more obstacle to overcome, and it involved opening a closet. Ever since Simon had announced that there were tissues inside him slowly killing him and that he wanted to have done something with his life before he... went, fans had been speculating as to what the video might be about. A few had guessed it, and Baz had quietly sent those that were publicising it a quick email telling them to kindly be less shouty about it. What was the point in coming out if people already knew you were gay anyway?
They had been planning to film the video together, but as it turned out, Simon had been called to go and see his parents for a few days out of town, leaving Baz alone in the flat with virtually nothing to do. He had asked his twitter followers to entertain him. It was sad really. Did it have to be valentine's day when Simon's parents wanted him back home? It was so sad! And lonely, he added, rolling his eyes at himself.
BazPitch: Quick! Ask me a question!
EmmaLovesMages: Um... Where's Simon?
BazPitch: Wow I'm flattered. Thank you Emma.
LlamaLover48: How was your day?
BazPitch: Pretty good thanks, though I have literally nothing to do so I'm just sort of sitting around twiddling my thumbs.
PhanGirl: How's the book coming along?
BazPitch: Well that depends which one you mean. *smirks*
PhanGirl: BOTH *smirks evilly*
BazPitch: Well, the Crowley series finale should be done by the end of this year. It's mostly written but of course with Simon's set back I haven't been too focused on it. And after I'm done it has to go through a TON of editing.
PhanGirl: Sorry for mentioning it. : (
BazPitch: ...I don't know how to respond to that.
221bgirl: Alright Sherlock, calm down.
BazPitch: Of course YOU would make the Sherlock connection.
And it continued like that for some time, but eventually Baz got bored and soon only the Australian fans were awake, so he bid them goodnight and shut down his laptop.
Looking around he was surprised to see that Simon had left his camera on the coffee table, he usually took it with him when he went anywhere, but then his parents did have very limited wi-fi, it had to be said.
Baz looked around the flat. Taking the plastic bag of Simon's pills in one hand (stuffing his phone in his jeans pocket as he did so) and taking the camera in the other, he headed upstairs and sat on their shared bed, cleaning it up a little and placing Simon's pills neatly in the bathroom before he got ready for bed. It was quite late and he was just checking the time on his phone and plugging it in to charge when a push notification for Simon's channel flashed on screen. That never happened, push notifications were useless, but this time it had worked, and Baz was glad as he read the video's name:
TO BAZ
Hi Baz. Happy Valentine's Day.
I know you said we weren't going to do anything for Valentine's Day, but I had to go visit my parents, leaving you for five hours still left alone till I come back with nothing to do. So, I have made this video, because I love you, and I've never had a Valentine's Day with anyone before. So, this is me saying, "I love you." Plus, you got me loads of awesome birthday presents and I wanted to repay you, somehow, because it was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.
The first time we met, I was the nervous-est person ever, as you could tell, and I was clawing at you, and biting you, but that was just because I really liked you, and luckily you saw through that. And then, when we were on the big wheel, I was like, "I really hope he likes me too." And then you kissed me, and my heart did that flippy-over thing, and, it'd never done that before, so… that was nice.
And over the next few months we saw each other a lot and I slowly fell in love with you. And I just thought I'd share some of my favourite memories that I have of us together.
So the first one is on the snowiest day ever, when we were walking through the abandoned hospital. And you had your hat on, and you lay down in the snow, and looked at the stars. And I lay next to you, and kissed you, and wrote "I love Basilton Pitch" in the snow.
Endless coffee in Starbucks, caramel macchiato, and our Starbucks sofa…
The week we spent together in my house was amazing, I think that's when I properly fell in love with you. And when we watched Wall-E on my sofa, and then cried. All the cuddles in bed, and three-hour breakfasts, more of those please. Lying on the sofa and watching films, and lying in my bed, and funny times in my bed.
Simon blushed.
Also at the Halloween gathering when we realized that no other YouTubers actually eat, so we went and got some food and then sat on the fountain. At that point, I kind of realized that I didn't really care about the other YouTubers, I just wanted to be spending time with you. And we held hands, and then kissed, and looked at the stars.
And when we can't be together, all the hundreds of hours of Skype calls that we've had have made me eight million times happier.
And when I woke you up and said, "By Crowley!"
And all our Manchester days, and watching Avatar in 3D, and kissing in 3D glasses, and…
So many other things, that I'm probably forgetting, but those are just a few that make me smile.
He stared off, looking very far away for a moment. He was clearly at it longer than was shown in the video, judging by the editing.
And I just wanna say that I love you so much, and I'm so happy to have you in my life, and… you are the best person in the world. So thank you, for being so amazing.
I love you.
Happy Valentine's Day, Baz.
"Oh my gods." Baz whispered into the nothingness.
"Oh my gods. Oh my gods Oh my gods Oh my gods. You did it."
Sleep went out the window then. How many of the fans would have seen it? Oh gods at least a 6th, though the majority would still be asleep, what if Simon had meant the video to be private? Oh gods...
He pressed the one on his emergency call list and his iphone automatically began calling Simon's number.
He picked up on the second ring.
"Hey Baz. What's up?" Simon asked, his voice raspy like he'd just woken up. Baz heard him cough slightly, and the rustling of sheets as he-probably- sat up.
"I saw your video." He said. There was no reply at first. Simon didn't seem especially surprised.
"...Ok." Simon replied.
Judging by Simon's reaction, he had probably meant it to be public, Baz thought to himself and realised that he had acted like a stupid worried teenager. He rolled his eyes at himself. Of course, of course he had meant it to be public.
"You know I meant it to be public right?"
I do now.
"Yeah of course I did Snow. Don't be ridiculous. I just wanted to say thank you." He said, lost for a recovery. He could hear Simon's quiet laughter down the phone.
So even he doesn't believe me. He thought. Sighing in exasperation, but a small laugh escaped him nevertheless.
"You're such an idiot." Simon said.
Baz grinned like an idiot.
"See you in 5 hours snow." He said, and hung up.
Xxx
Simon's parents apparently offered to drive him straight to the conference in hyde park, but he had refused, telling them to drop him to his and Baz's apartment. By the time he arrived, he felt tired, breathless and gross. After talking with Baz for about half an hour he excused himself for a shower, and Baz was once again left alone, but he didn't mind. He had a hell of an awesome fanbase to reassure.
He checked the comments of the video first.
TO BAZ
Comments:
SnowBaz4ever: OMG OMG OMG IS THIS REAL? SRSLY?
BazPitch: Yes it is. :D
GetAGrip: This is so cool! I hope the fact that this video's out hasn't hurt your relationship at all...? :/
BazPitch: No of course not. We're very happy.
Twitter was just... nuts. He didn't even want to go there. When you were almost top trending, there were too many tweets to comprehend.
He leaned back in his chair and grinned. He hadn't been this happy in a long time, and for once, he wasn't at all sarcastic about it.
XXX
By the time Simon emerged from the shower Baz had packed-he thought- everything they needed, including the phone chargers (thank the gods) and they got in the car ready to go.
Baz had to drive. Simon wasn't allowed.
Luckily Hyde Park wasn't far, and their hotel (The London Star) was located directly behind the park, which was about 2 minutes from the stage where all the announcements were being held.
They checked in quickly, changed clothes into something a little smarter and more presentable, and headed into the park.
Baz was deaf before they were even close to the stage.
One thing Baz noticed with chilling clarity was how badly Simon was coping with the crowds. Usually he coped quite well, stopping-much to Baz's chagrin- every few minutes to speak with someone. Today however, despite the smiles and the laughs and the shouts over his shoulder it was very clear to Baz that Simon couldn't wait to get out of the crowds.
Taking Simon's hand- which earned them even more screaming- he started to pull Simon close behind him, trying to get him out of the crowds and backstage as quickly as possible.
They got there in record time, and Simon slumped against Baz, filled with shame as he breathed shakily into Baz's shoulder.
"Are you alright? We can stop now, you can try again tomorrow, we've got time." Simon shook his head, though it still rested on Baz's shoulder.
"That's the one thing we don't have; time. I'll be fine. I need a mike though." He said, standing by himself again and grinning.
Baz hesitated, but decided to go and get Simon a mike. What was the worst that could happen? If Simon said he could do it, he could do it.
But even as he thought it, he doubted.
He handed the metal/plastic microphone to the cancerous boy wordlessly, and stepped back, letting Simon take the stage on his own.
"Hello people!" Started Simon, waving like he would in one of his videos. The crowd waved back but was now-weirdly- deathly quiet.
"So we all know why we're here, and I'll be talking to each and every one of you over the next week or however long this takes to put this book together. I know I don't um... have too long, but I'd really like to get this done before..." He cleared his throat, looking back at Baz for a second. "Before I go."
There were screams of appreciation.
Someone cried.
"But look, this is also supposed to be a happy thing guys so-" A cough, a slight gasp for air, the mage's heir struggled to get a hold of himself, yet still forced more words out.
Oh gods this is possibly the worst idea you've ever followed through with did you let him do this?
"Sorry about that, anyways, Baz here and I will also be holding several panels here, and will be answering you questions so stay tuned for that." And he dropped the mike.
Swayed slightly on his feet.
No no no no no don't faint don't faint don't faint.
And hitched backwards.
Goddamn it.
"Simon!" Baz shouted, rushing forward and grabbing him quickly before he could hit the ground.
"Simon Simon Simon? You idiot what were you thinking? You just hadto spite me didn't you? What did I say, I said don't faint and what do you do? Hey!? Can you hear me? Simon? SIMON?!"
Oh gods you son of a... Oh gods.
