The Girl In Flat 25 (Simon "Ghost" Riley X F!Reader)

Chapter 4: John

November 27th, 8:45 pm.

It had been a while since you had seen, or talked to, Simon. Since the night on the balcony, you had been avoiding him like the plague. You had seen him once or twice in the hallway, but you kept interaction to a bare minimum.

At some point in time, in the early hours of the morning, Simon left his apartment. You heard him, shuffling out at 4:00 am, swearing a little as he locked his door.

That was the last time you had heard him, you no longer heard his television at night or the music he occasionally played.

You found it harder to sleep, he was certainly nocturnal and the noises through the walls made you sleep better.

"Where's your cute neighbour?" Tamara, your friend that Simon referred to exclusively as 'the one with dark hair', spoke up from across the counter, her mouth full of food.

"You don't even know what he looks like, Tam." You frowned and spooned a forkful of potatoes into your mouth, "And I don't know. He left earlier this week."

Her eyebrow arched, and a look of pure curiosity painted her face.

"What? Why?"

"I don't live with the man, why would I know?" You merely shrugged in turn.

She leaned on the counter, her red nails drumming a pattern as she thought.

"I just thought you would know. You two seem close."

You laughed. Loudly.

"I would hardly say that at all! He hates me, I'm pretty sure."

Tamara simply went back to eating, nodding as she chewed.

You two fell into a comfortable silence as you ate. When Tamara stood and grabbed her bag you gave her a questioning look.

"I have a date tomorrow." She walked around the counter and gave you a quick hug. "Thanks for dinner. Let me know if anything changes with you and your neighbour."

You sighed and rolled your eyes, gently slapping her upper arm.

As soon as Tamara was gone, you sighed again. Your bed seemed like a siren's song and you were exhausted from work today. You could wash the dishes later, you decided as you picked them up and gently placed them in the sink.

The moment your body hit your bed you were out like a light, deep sleep wrapping around you.

November 28th, 1:56 am.

Noise in the hall woke you up, two male voices conversing over the jingle of keys.

You smiled softly and relaxed again.

Simon.

Sitting up quickly you shuffled over to your front door.

You wanted to say 'hi', to talk to him again. Oddly, you missed his presence.

You cracked the door open, slowly peaking around the corner of your door.

A shorter man was behind Simon, he was just as buff, hair shaved into a strangely cute mohawk. At the sound of the door, they both stopped talking and turned to look at you.

Simon looked tired, around his eyes were coated in black face paint. It was a new look for you to see him in.

"Hello?" The shorter one spoke up, his hands raising to grip his backpack straps.

"Sorry, I just heard noises. I wanted to make sure no one was breaking in." You lied.

He nodded.

"Hey, Simon." He grunted at your greeting, before being harshly nudged by the one with the mohawk.

"Hello (Y/n)..." He held up a key, inspecting it for a moment before shoving it in the doorknob, nodding affirmatively as it unlocked the door.

He was getting better at this.

"Good to know you're home. If you need anything I'm-"

"I doubt I'll need anything." He pushed the door open, frowning at the darkness inside.

The one with the mohawk sighed.

"We'll let you know." Ah. He was Scottish. He stuck his hand out for you to shake, "I'm John, by the way."

You took his hand, it was incredibly calloused and rough, and shook it. Offering him a gentle smile.

"I'm (Y/n)." John released your hand after Simon went into his apartment.

"It's nice to meet you. I hope you keep him in check." John motioned his head toward Simon, his head motioning toward the open door frame that was Simon's apartment.

You chuckled a little, nodding at him. "I certainly try."

His hands went back to his backpack straps and he took a step back.

"I hope to see you around." He turned and made his way to the elevator, pressing the call button and waiting.

You slid back into your apartment and went back over to your bed. You definitely slept better knowing Simon was home.

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I've been playing a lot of fallout so I've been neglected my writing. Again not my favourite chapter but eh, we ride regardless.