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

Chapter 8: New Years

January 1st, 1:01 am.

You stumped through your door drunkenly, Tamara falling to the floor beside you.

"Shhh!" You giggled to the woman who was laughing on the floor.

Quickly she sat, or as quickly as she could, a drunk smile on her face, taking off her heels and dropping them on the floor.

Simon's eyes opened.

You were home. You were home and making too much noise.

He sat up in his bed, eyes staring at the alarm clock on his end table.

Dear God. It was too late to be making all this noise, especially when he had to be up early for a flight tomorrow.

He rolled out of bed and made his way through his dark apartment, only stumbling over something once, and opened his door, where he only heard the giggling louder.

He peered around the corner of your wide open door, eyes falling on you and your drunk friend with the dark hair.

"Y/n."

You looked up at him, your eyes wide and glossed over. You smiled seeing him.

"Oh hi, Simon!" You were drunk.

Of course.

"Can you be quiet? It's late." He sounded harsher than he meant to, but the message was the same.

You nodded, smile leaving your face.

"I'm sorry. We didn't mean to be loud." Your friend looked up at him, her face angrier than your own. "Sorry if we woke you, Simon."

"We weren't even being that loud!" The one with the dark hair stumbled to her feet and crossed her arms before going to lie down on your couch.

He watched as she dropped to the couch, missing it, and then falling off of it, hitting the ground with a thud.

You had to slap your hand over your mouth to stop the laugh that almost escaped you.

Simon sighed.

"Just keep it down." Simon turned and returned to his apartment. He could already tell he was going to sleep poorly tonight.

You weren't often a loud neighbour, but the walls were on the thin side, so when people were loud it sounded much worse than it actually was.

You just stared at where he had been standing before. You sighed as you stood up and went into your bathroom, removing your makeup, and jewelry before you got into bed.

Tamara was fine on the floor. She could sleep anywhere. Especially now, that she was totally wasted.

When you had your pajamas on you fell into your bed. Much more sober than earlier, but man... Your eyes were heavy...

Your eyes snapped open, and then you immediately looked at your alarm clock.

4:27 am.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes, turning your head you stared at Tamara's sleeping face.

When did she get there?

Softly, despite how heavy of a sleepy Tamara was, you lifted your comforter and shuffled out of bed.

You were careful to make your way through the rest of the apartment on your way to the balcony.

You needed some air.

It was chilly, the cold biting at your face.

The sound of a man clearing his throat made you jump and your head whipped to Simon, who sat on the metal fold-out chair, cigarette in hand.

"Oh. Hi." Your voice was meek as you sat down on the cold concrete, pressing your forehead against the cold metal railing.

There were still people out, crawling the streets after a long night of drinking. Large groups of drunk people giggling as they left one bar in pursuit of another, or just leaving as it was closing time for a few bars on your street. You knew that.

"I'm sorry if we woke you up." You turned your head to Simon again, an apologetic smile on your face.

"Don't worry about it." He took another drag of his cigarette, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "I leave soon, just enjoying the air before I do."

"Oh?" Your interest was piqued, "Where are you going?"

You didn't know a lot about Simon, you didn't know his job, or where he went for weeks to months at a time.

"Can't tell you."

"Ohhh... Trafficking drugs?" You raised your eyebrows at him, to which he simply lowered his eyebrows.

"No."

"Hm..." You rested your chin on your knuckles, mimicking a dramatic thinking face, "Are you secretly a famous model in another country?"

Simon wanted to chuckle at that, he certainly could never be a model.

"No. You ask a lot of questions."

"You say that a lot."

"You ask me a lot of dumb shit."

You nodded.

"That's true."

Simon stood and popped his neck, it was loud and honestly made your stomach churn.

"I'm going to be a bit late as is." He looked at his watch, a small frown crossing his features for a second. "I'll be seeing you."

He turned and stepped into his apartment, pausing when he heard you call for him.

"Be safe, Simon." His door stayed open for a second as if he was contemplating your words. When the door finally closed you drew in a deep breath.

You meant it. You hoped he was safe.

When you finally went back into your room you stared at Tamara, who had rolled into the floor at some point.

Stepping over her you climbed into bed, attempting to go bad to sleep.

You tossed and turned the rest of the night.