holding the duvet tightly against my naked body, i glance at simon next to me, scrolling through his phone. "does jj know where you are?" i groan, wiping the sleep from my eyes and reach for my phone.
"just said i'm with some girl, he'll probably question me loads when i'm home." he turns his attention away from me and back to his phone.
"oh, right." i sigh, "fair enough." i nod, scrolling through my notifications and socials. the atmosphere appears slightly tense and awkward, the air around us thick as we sit in silence scrolling through our phones. i hate dealing with the awkward feelings that arise after a 'one night stand' which is not necessarily what simon and i have, but i have no idea what to call it. it is always hard in the morning, the mixed feelings, the fading desire and the passion that only appears to exist late on in the day. i sigh softly, placing my phone down onto the duvet.
"what?" he questions, turning to face this.
"erm, nothing." i shake my head, now panicking as to whether what i am about to ask is appropriate.
"tell me." he insists, his intense stare burning into me which instantly makes me nervous.
"just wanted to ask something." i mumble.
"what?"
"what even is this?" i gesture to our naked bodies wrapped under my duvet and the clothes we previously had on last night now scattered across the floor.
"whatever you want it to be." he shrugs his shoulders, softly biting his lip.
"but what does that mean?" i furrow my eyebrows at him.
"i don't know, i just enjoy whatever this is."
"hmm," i mutter, "so we're just sleeping together?" i question.
"i guess."
"so it's not deep?" i question. he stalls for a moment, taking a deep breath as he clearly attempts to think of something to see.
"i - erm." he turns away from me, "i guess not." he sighs, turning to look at me once again.
"okay." a puzzled expression forms across my face, "i mean, i enjoy this too."
"good." he nods, i completely turn over to look up at him, resting my hands under the pillow beneath him, "i'm sure it is best no one knows though."
"yeah, one hundred percent, not an easy one to explain." i grin up at him, a soft laugh emerging from my chest at the thought of explaining this to everyone when simon and i consistently argue in front of them.
"yeah, you've got a point." he smiles down at me, something i rarely see. "fucking hell." he mutters under his breath, turning the screen of his phone to face me. i squint my eyes slightly to look at it. "why you looking at my phone weirdly?" he questions with a disgusted expression.
"i - erm." i turn over, holding the duvet against my body as i reach for my glasses case. "i should put these on really, can't see very well up close i just pretend i can." i smirk, wiping down the glasses and putting them on.
"fuck off." he chuckles, "never knew you needed glasses."
"shut up." i sneer, "i know full you needed them at one point, then you got fucking laser eye surgery." i roll my eyes, "it's just for seeing up close." i mutter, now glancing at his phone, realising it is messages in the boys groupchat as my stream yesterday has been clipped and the boys are questioning what was going on between simon and i in the bathroom. "fucking hell." i sigh, looking up at him through the lenses.
"annoying, right?" he groans, flicking through the repeated messages of the boys questioning why he's ignoring them.
"pass me it." i snatch his phone from his fingertips, beginning to type a message.
"what are you doing?" he asks sternly.
"trust me." i respond, looking back up at him as he stares at his phone with narrowed eyes.
troops
harry: might've been kissing again in the toilet
jj: stop ignoring us
freezy: what were u 2 doing in my bathroom
ethan: u don't even like her!
simon: fucking hell boys
jj: oh look he's replying
simon: literally was helping her get toilet roll
simon: ur being dramatic
simon: i don't like the girl it aint deep
i let out a sigh, handing his phone back to him. "cheers." he mutters under his breath, scrolling through the chat which appears to have died town.
"told you to trust me." i awkwardly smile at him, now looking at my own phone. i scowl at my twitter mentions filled with that one clip, the stupid assumptions made by fans about simon and i. "so annoying." i murmur.
"i know." he huffs, looking at his own. "imagine if we made a video together though." he looks down at me.
"i mean, what would it be about?" i question.
"dunno, like an assumptions or something. i think they'd love it." he shrugs his shoulders.
"i mean, i get what you mean. maybe." i nod slowly, anxiously chewing the inside of my cheek at the thought of how awkward it could be, the sexual tension between us when we are alone is so obvious.
"just a suggestion." he responds bluntly, glancing back at his phone.
"might tweet about this." i smirk, scrolling through the multiple tweets.
"saying what?" i ignore his question and begin to start typing.
'@edenharris u lot are mad, someone helps me get toilet roll and u take it way out of context'
"that's not bad to be fair." he nods at me whilst looking at my tweet.
"so annoying though, isn't it?" i sigh.
"yeah, it is." mumbling, he pulls his body under the covers more and turns to face me.
"do you want breakfast?" i question, putting my phone down. we instantly lock eyes, his eyes appearing a lighter shade of blue in my brightly lit room contrasting with the darkness i have always seen in him.
"soon." he mumbles, placing a hand on my bare waist, his finger tips stroking up and down my skin which makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. pulling me in closer, i shuffle my body towards him wrapping an arm around to the back of his neck to run my nails across the back of his head. in this intimate moment, i see a completely different side to simon, one i haven't seen before, but i knew he had a soft side - which definitely did not last long. he slams his lips against mine, holding a tight grip against my body. i reach up to take my glasses off, but he instantly grasps my wrist pulling it back down, "keep them on." he mutters between kisses, pulling his body on top of mine to rest between my legs.
"okay." i grin against his lips, wrapping my legs around his own.
a/n
sorry it isn't very long
feels more like a filler, i know x
YOU ARE READING
hatred | miniminter
Romance"hatred is often associated with feelings of anger, disgust and a disposition towards the source of hostility." i think it is our fate to never get along.
