Love her, or leave. (Simon Minter x Reader)

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"Leche!" Was the sound echoing through the apartment, as you stuffed things in
your (F/C) {Favorite Color} luggage.

"What!?" Another voice screamed back, echoing through the apartment. Your panting, blood, and heartbeat were the only actual sounds you could hear.

"Fuck you for making me go on this trip!" You screamed back, and you heard him stutter a few words, but say nothing in return.

Twat.

Hoodies, jeans, leggings - basically your entire closet shoved in a suitcase. Shoes, toothbrushes, hairbrushes, and all of the above stuffed in a single compartment. You didn't think that was very sanitary, but who needs sanitation when you're too lazy to brush your teeth in the morning anyway?

You suddenly see a small package in the corner of the room. It's old, very old, and looks completely empty, but some how looks familiar. You could either:

Open the package, but waste about a minute, and be late to meet Max at the front door

Or,

Decide it's probably empty, and keep packing

(This choice may or may not effect the future. Remember, you may change your choice, but when you're halfway through the story, please don't change to the better one once you see the good/bad outcome. It makes everything more interesting! The "bad" choices may always work out and turn into good ones!)

5 minutes later, everything was packed. Sidemen hoodies included. (Of course).

If you choose to open the package:
Max waits for you at the door, stomping his foot impatiently. Once you see him, he narrows his eyes.

"Hurry up before you make us even more late!" He grumbles.

If you decided not to open the package:
"Max! Cmon, we're gonna be late!" You yell at him, and you look towards your wrist looking at the drawn-on watch, that says "you should probably get a watch, Y/N."

You see your  bother appear in the door way, and he suddenly makes a run towards the door.

CONTINUE HERE.
Max yanks the door open and lets it fling past you, and violently hit the wall.

"You just hit the wall!" You exclaim to him, as he whips around with panic in his eyes.

"Who cares about the damn wall?" He practically screams, before stomping down the stairs and taking off for the car.

You sigh, shut the door, lock it, and follow pursuit behind him.

•••

"Y/N?" A soft voice whispers. You grumble, and shift to the other side of the seat you're in.

"Y/N we're here. Wake up." He gives you a little shove, and you open your eyes to the plane landed, and multiple people reaching for their luggage in the overhead compartments.

You were finally here.

Grabbing your bags, you leave the airport in almost a record time, catching the subway into downtown where your apartment was.

You slip in the small, plastic seat, put your earbuds in, and listen to (S/N) {Song name} on blast.

You focus your attention in front of you, at the grim on the floor, not acknowledging anything before your brother hisses, "No! You can't have her number!"

You act like you didn't hear it, stifle a yawn, and put your head on Max's shoulder, turning down the volume of (S/N) so you could hear whatever the conversation was.

"So you fancy her?" A strangely familiar voice points out.

"She's my sister." Max grumbled, rolling his eyes. You looked up at him, suddenly taking out an earbud, as if he wanted to ask you something.

"Was I bothering you?" I questioned.

"No." He replied flatly. "But he was." He pointed toward a black boy with a SnapBack, and coco brown eyes. His shirt was crumpled, so you couldn't read what it said, and his joggers were loose underneath him.

You gasp.

"Toby?" You exclaim. You wanted to point out the fact that he had just asked for your number, but your brain seemed too dead.

"The one and only." He smirks. He says it in a slightly sarcastic tone, and you smile right back.

"You...know him?" Max questioned, flickering his gaze between the both of you.

"Max, you know the Sidemen?" You chock out, almost to the point of tears. "The people I always talk about? The people I'm obsessed with?"

He nods, but asks,"So this one is the tall, lanky, white, blond, kid you're in love with?" He rolls his eyes.

"No! He's Toby! The nice one? Whose black?" Toby chuckled slightly at my brothers stupidity.

"Oh him!" He turns to Toby. "Your her second favorite! I'm sorry bro..." He murmurs to Toby, while you fidget in the seat, having an existential crises as you try to hold back your tears.

He chuckles once again, but his smile reaches his eyes.

"It's okay, everybody is obsessed with Simon. I wasn't really surprised...but he's taken."

Your eyes go wide. And the tears you've been holding back start to come forward.

"By JJ." He starts to laugh.

You narrow your eyes, the tears going back into your brain...or wherever they go.

"I hate you so much Toby..."

After a minute of comfortable silence,
the sub stops, and Toby stands up.

"It was very nice to meet you! I would give you a picture and or autograph, but sadly I don't have the time."

You scribble down your number down on a note and give it to him.

"There. You said you wanted it." You chuckle. He smiles, winks, then turns his heel and walks out of the subway.

"You need a better taste in guys..." You hear your brother grumble.

You punch his arm, and turn on (S/N) once again, but this time, wonder why Toby was alone on the sub, or even why he was on it in the first place.

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I hope you enjoyed!

1. Nothing amazing is going on in my life and
2. I'm having a huge writers block for the Bo Burnham story, I'm sorry.
3. This I have a lot of ideas for!
4. If you don't know much about the sidemen, please keep reading. I still think you'll enjoy.
5. Give me some feedback!
6. I hope you enjoy!

IMPORTANT:

Every FRIDAY at 5-7 I WILL UPDATE unless I notify you that there will not be an update.