Let me in (S.M)

nineteen

song I recommend for this chapter: This is My Version by Conor Maynard

One month later

Simon:

I wake up from another Violet-less sleep. I miss holding her. I miss her arms being lazily wrapped around me and the way her bottom lip stuck out slightly and how her small nose would twitch and her eyes fluttered open, like butterflies.

I get out of bed and walk to the kitchen, grab a drink and sit at the kitchen island, silently.

"Hey, Simon." JJ nods to me, walking in.

I nod back to him and I see him look at me weirdly.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

I shrug.

"It's Violet, isn't it?" He questions, even though he knows the answer.

I nod.

"Mate, maybe it's time to think about moving on, y'know? Like, maybe she won't even come back and-" 

"Why would you say that to me?" I say through gritted teeth, looking him dead in the eye.

"I-I just don't want you moping around over someone who might not even come home."

"You don't know that." I mumble, getting up and walking away.

Violet:

I sit on my balcony, the cold New York night making me shiver in to my hoodie. I snuggle further in to it, trying to block out the fact that it was Simon's. I continue drawing, my feet bopping slightly to the music playing from my earphones. The music abruptly stops and my phone begins to vibrate, I sigh and slide it out of my hoodie pocket before answering it.

"Hey." I say, knowing who's on the other end.

"Violet, my lovely companion." The British voice greets.

"Yeah, hello to you too Harry." I laugh, replying.

"Do you miss me yet?" He asks.

"Harry, I've been gone for like, four months now or whatever." I reply.

"Still, I'm sure you've missed me every single day." He chuckles.

"I sure have." I sarcastically reply.

"So, when are you coming back?" He asks, hope in his voice.

"Harry..." I trail off, sighing.

"Violet..." He copies me.

"You know I still have to stay here." I say.

"I know, but my birthday's coming up, I want you back to celebrate with me." He moans.

"Harry I cannot fly back to England to celebrate your birthday." I laugh lightly.

"Come for the week, please, I miss you." I can practically see him pouting.

"I can't Harry, I have a job." I mumble, unhappy with my answer.

"Well...are you coming back for Christmas?" He asks, hopeful.

"Yeah, I'll be home for Christmas." I answer.

"When are you flying out?" He questions.

"The seventeenth, then I go home on New Years Day." I push a few loose strand of hair back which have been caught by the wind.

"I'll be waiting Violet, we all miss you." He replies.

"I miss you guys too." I whisper.