"fair enough i guess," he mutters "and i'm sorry about last night, again. i was a massive dick."
"yeah." i sigh. "why though?"
"dunno," he shrugs, "jealousy more than anything, i'm not gonna lie." he huffs, "you looked good and listening to like harry and cal comment on it once you walked in the door, it was annoying."
"oh."
"you don't understand how badly i wanted to rag harry off you, but obviously i couldn't." a cocky smirk forms on my lips, knowing i had him wrapped around my little finger.
"i wouldn't have got with him though, not any of them." shaking my head, i look at him with a puzzled expression. i thought he knew this.
"no, i know." he nods, "think i'm just a jealous kind of person. like when you kissed cal on holiday, when i have to hear them talking about you behind your back saying how fit you are." he sighs.
"didn't know they spoke about me like that." i mumble under my breath, he only nods in response, our eyes lock as sighing suddenly becomes our new language, not knowing what to do or say in this situation. simon admitting his feelings baffles me, i still cannot seem to comprehend it, but i'm not lying when i say i feel something towards him too.
"so," i raises his eyebrows, "what do we do?"
"i - i don't know." i take a deep breath in, "i really don't know."
"well, i don't really know what to suggest. i don't know how you feel."
"i don't know how i feel either." i pick at the skin on my bottom lip, "just want us to get along." i shrug my shoulders.
"we can do that."
"can we?" i suspire, staring straight at him.
"well, i don't see why not?" he glares at me with a confused expression.
"okay." i murmur, "would just be nice if we could get to know one another more, you know?"
"no, i understand." he weakly smiles, "anyways, stay here tonight?" i instantly narrow my eyes, pulling him a dirty look. "you know you want to." he smirks cockily.
"i don't know."
"it's my birthday in an hour though." he pulls out his bottom lip, gazing at me with puppy dog eyes and i instantly let out a frustrated sigh.
"fine." i huff, "only because i'm nice, unlike you."
"ouch." pressing a hand to his heart, he stares at me with a wretched expression, "that's not nice." a grin forms on my lips, shuffling myself back up to the headboard to scroll through my phone, waiting for the clock to chime 12.
we sit on our phones for a little while, making awkward small talk. after the conversation we just had, the atmosphere around us felt tense, but i could not bring myself to leave his side to go home. i'm so used to spending time with him, waking up to find him by my side, that i now despise waking up to an empty bed.
"10, 9, 8 -" we begin to count down, jj comes bursting through the room.
"3, 2, 1." the time finally hits 12, jj bringing his best friend into a brotherly hug as i grin up at them both.
"happy birthday, man." jj giggles, grinning ear to ear.
"cheers, jide." simon smiles.
"you know what?" jj's eyes flicker between simon and i, "i'm gonna go to my room, put my headphones on and leave you guys to it." he lets out a high pitched chuckle, my cheeks instantly burning red from his comment as he walks out of the room.
"well, i'm not gonna say it to you because you didn't say it to me." i cockily smirk, raising my eyebrows at him. his smile instantly fades, coming to the realisation he genuinely did not say happy birthday to me.
"shit, oh fuck i didn't." his eyes widen, "well, happy belated birthday."
"oh, i don't know." i shrug my shoulders, "dunno if i can accept it."
"shut up." he scowls, pulling my body on top of his so i'm now straddling him, i cup his face with both hands, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips.
"fine," i sigh, "happy birthday." i grumble, bringing him in for a sensual kiss, his slender fingers gripping onto my hips which i'm sure will leave bruises in the morning.
"thanks." he smirks against my lips. i bring my face down to his neck, planting kisses against his jawline and neck, sucking on his sweet spot as he lets out a groan. grinding myself against him, his breath hitches in his throat, yanking on my hair causing me to let out a gasp, "stop teasing." he mutters harshly, still holding a firm grip on my hair, my breathing now turning shaky but a cocky expression forms on my face.
"you love it." i bat my eyelids as he finally lets go, allowing my lips to meet his again.
"bitch." he whispers, tugging at the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it over my body.
"yeah, whatever."
a/n
birthday sex, birthday sex
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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.
