Sad songs // KSIMON

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[olajide olatunji]

Just keep going.

Find Josh.

Save Simon.

Tell Simon I love him.

Kiss Simon.

Stay with him forever.

A mental checklist roles around my head as my once tear streaked face stings, the cold air pressed against it, as I run in contest with the painful breeze.

Before I know it, my feet have taken me further then I thought. The once empty, grim and baron streets now overfilled with the sounds of a restless city.

I'm trying hard to self direct myself back to the sidemen house and most importantly, Josh. I'd usually use my phone but with Amelia's brids barely a click away and her presence haunting my every move, I decide it's not worth the risk.

Maybe I should throw the fucking thing away, maybe she'll stand less of a chance that way.

No phone to track me. Although I can't guarantee that's how the bloody witch is doing satan's dirty work, I barely know her let alone what she's capable of.

I wonder if Simon knows her like that.

I hope he knows her like that, so he can stay alive. To see his face one last time...

The thought sends shivers down my spine and my heart to skip another beat. I didn't want to think about what she'd do to him but everything is spinning, it hurts to even breath.

Let alone exist.

With a head pounding almost as hard and fast as my feet are hitting the sidewalk, my mind fails to drum up some ingenious plan to communicate to Josh the gravity of mine and Simon's situation without Amelia knowing and Simon remaining blissfully unaware to it.

The abrupt noise pollution awoken by the calls of 9-5 jobs, aren't helping with constant noise booming from every direction, it was disorientating. It feels like the more and more I ran the further I got from reality. The erie drizzle of rain still weighing me down, and although I don't regret giving him my jacket, I long for the same warmth I felt merely moments ago.

Stunning pale blue orbs dancing along the London skyline, blissful and calm.

That dirty blonde hair that smells so much like honey and dandelions, it wafted around him almost always, especially when we hugged.

Looking out that window, my jacket wrapped around his narrow shoulders, it almost seemed like everything was at peace, even for a brief moment.

God, fuck, Simon. I miss your everything right now.

He was the only thing that kept my feet going at such a rapid pace. I couldn't let that snake touch him, even if it meant I never could.

I'd do anything for that damn boy.

What felt like hours later, I reach the street on which our house is on and a smile almost ghosts my face, forgetting about Amelia for a second.

JJ, come on. Think of something to say to Josh, something to tell him. God, someone has to know, I can't do this on my own. I need to protect my Simon at all costs.

Every. Last. Cost.

It wasn't until I stopped running, reaching the driveway, that a wall of harsh cold air smacked me in the face as if I'd literally run into it. It sends me stumbling backward, losing my balance and hitting the iced driveway with a loud thud, the sleet ice layer piercing the soundless neighbourhood. It made me nauseous as a pain shot up my ass bone to the top of my spine, causing me to cuss loudly in pain.

"FUCK! Ah fuck, fuck, fuck me. Shit." I winced harshly, as my limbs began to cease up from the needle like cole air.

Huffing relentlessly, breath dancing along the freezing air and vanishing into small ice particles, I slowly try to push myself up off the ground, desperate to find Josh.

However, I barely had to move to find the older lad.

The house door flies open and I see my little Indian and tall white friends rush out, worry plastered on their faces by the harsh weather conditions.

A part of me smiled internally at the fact I had such caring friends, but that smile quickly faded as I remembered why I'm here and what shitshow I'm about to throw at them, mainly Josh.

I'll do anything for that damn blonde boy that I've fallen hopelessly in love with.