Let me in (S.M)

five

song I recommend for this chapter: Fools by Troye Sivan

violet:

I wake up to my phone ringing incessantly. I let it go to voicemail four times before groaning and turning over in my bed and blindly searching for it. I eventually find it and it's ringing, so answer it.

"What do you want?" I moan, not even knowing who I'm talking to as I delve back in to the cosiness of my duvet. 

"Well, you're nice in the morning." I recognise his voice as he chuckles.

"Why are you calling me, I just want to sleep." I mumble.

"Because I'm waiting at your door with some black coffee for your lazy arse." He laughs.

"Are you saying I have to get up?" I groan.

"Well, unless you want me to break down your front door." He replies.

"I don't think my body can handle this movement." I comment, hauling my body up and dragging it out of my bed.

"Just come and open the door." He giggles, before hanging up.

I walk to door, not really noticing what I'm wearing until I open the door. His eyes meet mine and slowly travel down my body. I follow his sight and see I'm only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of very short shorts. I self-consciously pull my shirt down and move to the side, he walks in and seems chirpy.

"Thought you could use this." He motions to my cup of black coffee.

"Bring it in my room, I want to go back to bed." I mumble, walking back in to my room and sitting back on my bed. 

He follows, cautiously, not quite sure if he should actually be coming in to my bedroom.

"Simon, it's a bedroom, not the chamber of fucking secrets." I give him a funny look and he laughs.

He walks around my bed and takes his shoes off before sitting on top of the duvet next to me. He stretches his legs out and passes me my coffee.

"You're a life saver." I exhale after taking a sip of my coffee.

"You drank quite a bit last night." He nods, laughing.

"I don't even remember last night, I'm pretty sure I met Harry though." I reply.

His face falls slightly but he replies, "yeah, Harry likes you, he thinks you're funny."

"Oh, he likes me, does he?" I laugh, nudging his shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He shakes his head, smiling.

"Don't you have to film?" I ask Simon, as he happily sits next to me, watching The Simpsons on my TV.

"Nah, I filmed in advance, just gotta upload them later, no hurry." He answers, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Simon's phone buzzes and he checks it, I look over his shoulder to see it's Harry.

Harry: what's Violet's number?

I see Simon deliberate and I answer for him, "give him my number."

He looks at me, "but he's gonna talk to you."

I laugh as he pouts, "so?"

"I like talking to you." He sighs, leaning against my headboard.

"And I like talking to you but doesn't mean I can't like talking to Harry." I smile.