#inter-sommiac

Simon was leaning in to kiss my cheek when everything came crashing down around our perfect little moment.

“God, I love you so much.” Simon kissed your shoulder. His t-shirt had slipped off it during the night, leaving it well exposed for kisses. He was very adamant about putting them there, his breath warm against the skin. “I love you too, silly.” “I love you so much I can’t even describe it.” “Oh really?” “You’re better than words, more than feelings. You make me crazy, and I don’t even care. They could lock me up and I’d still love you. You make me mad but I can’t keep myself away.” “Si...” “What? Is there something wrong with me loving you so much?” “It’s probably not too terribly healthy for you. It’s not healthy to let your love of anyone completely consume you.” “Well...I guess I’m doomed then. Because I am madly in love with you. If madness were still a clinical disease, I’d be in the bin.” “Simon, stop...you’re just being an idiot.” “I’m always an idiot when you’re around. I think about you and not anything else. It can make some awkward conversations...especially when you wear my shirts and I haven’t seen you since you’ve gotten ready. God, it’s like someone hits me in the head and a choir starts singing.” “Simon Minter! That can’t be good for you.” “But you’re good for me. You have always been good for me. I love you, Y/N.” “I love you too...we should probably get up.” “Just a little bit longer.” “You always say that and then we lay around for hours.” “Exactly.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, making you stay. You sighed, slapping his hand lightly. “You’re stupid, Minter.’ “Stupid when I’m around you.”

“Simon, do you have to go?” “Well we know what happened last time, so yes.” “At least say goodnight to Bellamy before you go.” “Wouldn’t dream of leaving without saying goodnight to my princess.” I hated leaving Andy home with Bellamy. Usually Nick came to help but it was still me who should have been there. It’d been four weeks since Andy had given birth to Bells as I liked to call her. She had barely any hair and it was a really pale blonde. She was still awake, as late as it was for her. “Hi, Bells. I have to go but your mum and your Uncle Nick will be here. But I’ll miss you very much and I’ll come check on you when I get home. Goodnight.” I kissed her forehead and sighed. I hated having to go to fights now that she was here. “Mate, you’re going to be late. I’ll take good care of her, don’t worry.” I looked back at Nick in the doorway and then back at my little girl. “And Andy. Take good care of her too.” I was quiet leaving the house. Nick and Andy always had a hard time getting Bellamy to sleep so I didn’t want to make it any harder. And then I realized Bellamy’s favorite stuffed animal was still in my car. “She might need this.” I handed Andy the stuffed giraffe and kissed her on the cheek. Bellamy let out a cry and I knew I couldn’t leave just yet. “Bells, don’t be too hard on your mum and your Uncle Nick.” I took back the giraffe and made it look like it was slowly approaching her. She giggled and reached for it. I smiled and handed it to her before turning to go. I hated leaving her at bedtime. She was so stubborn at this time of night. “Get going, we’ll be fine.” At the venue, I couldn’t focus. I knew I needed to…I had to. Andy and I were barely out of school. We needed the money. I cracked my knuckles and detached myself from those thoughts. I was a fighter. My objective was to win, to make the others bleed. I wasn’t soft and caring, I was the cruel rough houser my uncle had made me. And that was my quickest win ever. Because all I wanted to do was get home to Bellamy and Andy.

Everyone was still coming to terms with Simon’s apparent alter ego. It had been three days since any of you had seen him. “JJ, ok sure he’ll come back when he’s ready.” “But what if he’s hurt? Or dead?” I didn’t get to reply because of the loud crash from the foyer. “Simon?” “Yeah I’m home. Y/N and I need to discuss some things…alone.” Simons grip on your wrist was tight as he led you up to his room. “You messed up, Simon.” “I know I messed up. But I do love you. Don’t ever get that confused.” “Do you really expect me to believe you?” He kissed you hard, already working your shorts down your body. Everything was a blur. His shirt, your shorts, your shirt, his joggers. It was rapid, as if his end were coming and he wanted every second to count. And then he stopped. He stopped and just looked at your body for the longest time. It was almost unnerving. “Simon, what are you doing?” “There’s so much skin to see.” But after he said it, it didn’t take long. He was passionate. A lot more passionate than he’d been with you in a long time. He still knew your body. Knew exactly how to play it like a musician knew how to play a finely tuned instrument.

“URGH, AUSTIN YOU’RE SO CONCEITED.” “What did I do now?” “I said I don’t love you and you still walk around telling people I do.” “You do.” No I don’t!“ "Sure about that?” “Yes! URGH.” “But I still get under your skin don’t I?” “Shut up!” “Make me.” “You’re so childish.” “But you like it.” He leaned down and kissed you. You tried to pull away but he was much bigger and stronger. “Quit trying to get away from me.” “Watch me.” He grabbed your waist to hold you in place. You fought back, but only half heartedly. What did it hurt to lie to him? He was conceited enough already. No need to fuel his ego.

UK living was much different that US life. That you were sure of. Things were just different in general for most things. Except drinking. That was pretty much the same everywhere. “Hi, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. My name’s Josh but my friends call me Chip.” “Y/N.” “That accent, it’s American, right?” “Yeah, born and raised.” “Well Y/N, let me buy you a drink.” Several drinks later, you were ready to go home. “I think I’m going to call it a night. I’ll see you around.” “I’ll walk you home.” It wasn’t far. Just a few blocks. You let him in, as it had started to downpour as you’d gotten in. “Well this doesn’t look like most flats around here.” “I’m American. I decorated accordingly.” “What’s that?” “My gun. Custom made. Couldn’t leave it back in the states.” “Oh. I’m going to leave my number. Call me sometime.” “We’ll see. Goodnight.”