stumbling into line (sidemen ff)

Chapter 25: 'You, Mr piggy are rude!'

Suzie was her name, Freya was sure that she's heard it before but she just couldn't put her finger on it.

After the breakfast she went straight to the guys' house and unlocks the door with the key she has, running up the stairs into Simon's room. She placed the letter on his desk knowing that she will forget to do it if she left it til they got back, she wrote a quick note that explained that she had left it there before leaving to go back home.

It seemed to be a massive coincidence that the bus she caught home was also a bus that had the red headed Suzie and her son.

Suzie purposely ignored Freya to the point where Freya stopped her constant glancing. She didn't feel comfortable around her, she didn't know her so why should she talk to her?

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The boys got home early Monday morning and went straight to their rooms and to bed even if none of them slept and just laid there and it wasn't until the morning after that Simon finally sat down at his computer and found the letter.

He ripped open the envelope and scanned his eyes down it before shouting some curses and, mistakenly, banging a fist against his desk. He didn't know he was that strong. He didn't know it had hurt until he saw the blood trickling down his hand. He didn't need this right now.

He marches all the way down stairs, a permanent scowl in set into his face as he smashes open a cupboard, surely disturbing everyone else in the house, and grabs the antiseptic cream and a plaster. To be completely honest, he was surprised they were there. The medicine cupboard normally consisted of High Strength paracetamol and Ibuprofen, the soluble kind, for hang overs and migraines, which, unsurprisingly, seemed to be a common occurrence within the house.

He cleaned his wound with a cloth before applying some cream and just as he was about to put the plaster on it, Vikk walks in.

"What did you do?" He asks, not really looking that bothered what he did.

"Punched my desk." Simons murmurs, pressing the fabric down and wincing slightly.

"Why?" Vikk asks, suddenly more interested, staring at Simon with wide eyes and lips slightly parted.

"This." He says and throws the letter down onto the island, not really caring if Vikk finds out. If anything it would be a God send because Vikk was good at figuring things out and could keep a secret. Vikk picks it up and reads through it, his eyes darting back and forth before his mouth drops and his eyes grow to probably twice their size.

"Really? How? What about Ethan?" He gasps, reading through the letter again making sure he read it right and that what he is seeing is true.

"Ethan doesn't know yet and you aren't going to tell him or anyone, okay?" Simon threatens, pointing his finger in Vikk's face. He was probably way too hostile than was needed because he knew he could trust Vikk but he didn't want to take a risk.

"Okay. You're gonna have to tell him at some point. Probably before," he looks at the date supplied on the letter, "the 12th. Wait, the 12th?! That's next week! Can they even schedule something like this for so soon?"

Vikk's level of surprise keeps rising and he hopes that there isn't any other surprises.

"It has been sat on my desk for a couple days and I guess, if it's urgent. I don't understand why I have to do something about her money problems though. It has nothing to do with me." Simon declares, grabbing a can of tango for himself and a bottle of water for Vikk, presuming that that was the reason he came down in the first place.

Vikk stares at him with a blank face as if he could easily answer his own stupid question.

"I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't really ask if she didn't need it. This is a pretty rare thing to happen, normally it's the other way round."

Simon sighs, "How am I supposed to do that though? I'm only twenty one and I can't even afford it!"

"Bullshit. You have plenty of money and you have us too. Age is just a number baby." He says, wiggling his eyebrows at the end.

"Ugh." Simon groans, pulling his phone out, "You make me feel sick."

He quickly dials Ethan's number and tells him, and I quote, 'Get your ass over here.'

And Ethan obeys, not daring to cross Simon when he's in the mood that his tone said he was in.

As they sit round the island, Vikk sat closer to the stove and constantly checking on his cooking bacon, Simon passes Ethan the letter.

How do you feel right now? You, the reader, how do you feel that Vikk and Ethan are finding out before you?

Whatever your answer, I don't really care.

"What?!" A loud screech escapes from Ethan. He stares, eyes wide at Simon, who, for some reason, feels guilty that he didn't tell him sooner or at least tell him before Vikk.

"Ow, fuck sake!" Vikk winces, pulling his hand back from the pan, "Rude! You, Mr piggy are rude! Spitting is horrible!"

And Ethan's eyes soften and he's laughing loud and belly achingly. Simon smiles, relief flooding him.

When the laughter dies down, Ethan declares, "I want to come with you."

He pats the letter and pushes it back towards Simon.

Simons smiles again, his cheeks almost ripping apart as he walks to the other side of the island and hugs Ethan from behind, planting a full sloppy kiss on his cheek with a loud, deafening smack to which Ethan giggles. He actually giggles and he hates it, he hates Simon for being able to make him giggle and he hates Vikk for laughing and pointing out his obvious girliness around Simon. But, then again, he doesn't because he doesn't care.

"When?" He asks, the sudden thought popping into his head.

Simon looks confused for a couple seconds then he seems to starts working it out.

"Um," he wonders, "A year and a half? I think."

Ethan breathes a sigh of relief, "Can they even do this though?"

"I guess so, it's not like court or anything. It's just a meeting with her lawyers to organise something that can work for both of us. If it comes to it then I may have to compromise but as Vikk so kindly pointed out before, I'm not broke or skint. I just can't afford what she offered."

Ethan nods along, slowly but surely absorbing the information, "I can help if you need. I have bare skrilla. Casino king."

"I am not fueling your growing gambling problems by taking your 'skrilla', I can manage." Simon chuckles and puts his face in the crook of Ethan's neck and inhaling deeply. He loves the way Ethan smells, it's nice. He always smelled like soap and Ariel washing powder, which smelled like lavender.

"I'm here, no matter what." He mentions, ending that conversation there.

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I got my tickets for I54!!!!

And quite a few of you guys have been guessing that Simon is a dad and I may have been going along with it.... I'm still not gong to say whether it's true though, but the next chapter will clear up all suspicions!!!

Teehee

Chapter 26 sneak peek:

'Greg2 looks to Simon, to see if that is okay, to which Simon nods but soon realises that Greg hasn't been much help this entire meeting. That was a waste of money.'