dreamland

beautiful pain

wc ; 2.6k

inspo ; beautiful pain - eminem

tw ; jus sad but then happy

summary ; simon is hopelessly inlove

a/n ; this is so bad and rushed i apologize

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harry knew he was a flame.

simon knew he would get burnt, but he'd walk through burning buildings just to be able to be loved by the other.

"you okay?"

harry just nodded once, then stepping away.

simon often felt shattered by the actions the shorter did.

"hey bog!"

"hi."

it was so blank and nonchalant.

simon could have sworn that if he looked at harry in the eyes, he'd turn into stone.

simon doesn't know why he isn't used to it yet, it's been like this for the past year or so.

the shift was slow, agonizing.

harry was like sand slipping through simons fingers.

a ticking time bomb strapped onto his heart.

"hey, harry, you wanna go out with the guys and i tonight for dinner?"

"what's the special occasion?"

"just to spoil ourselves, i guess."

harry pondered for a little while, seemingly in a battle with his own head.

simon wishes he would speak his mind.

"yeah, sure, i'll go."

simon was really happy. it wasn't often harry went out with all of them, usually opting out to a night in with cal.

he was excited to see how this night would go.

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the evening started out with harry and simon arriving last to the dinner, due to simon insisting he take harry and harry taking a while to get ready, not being able to decide what he wanted to wear, not too used to going out often and didn't want to look too dressed up or too underdressed.

simon sat out in his car parked in harrys carpark, just passing the time by thinking to himself, the radio playing softly in the back.

he thought about harry.

he's grown as less of an innocent person, more emotionally distant.

was the hate that he gets that got to him all of a sudden?

no one really knew, he just didn't seem as teenager-y like that he was for a very long time.

maybe he's grown up?

simon had to remind himself that all change isn't bad, just because he can't adjust to it super quickly, or well, doesn't mean it's bad.

it doesn't even seem like harry knew why he's become less giddy, less reckless, adrenaline ridden.

no one really knew.

simon just wanted the boy to be okay. to know he's not the bad guy for growing. know that he has simon to talk to, to be there, to be the one to hold him, to be the one to put him back together piece by piece like a porcelain doll that's cracked slowly overtime, under all the pressure.