Fix me. (Miniminter)

White Roses In A Pint Glass.

A loud knock on the door rips me from my dreamless sleep, I was tucked up in the crystal white sheets, dressed in a large grey top. It definitely wasn't mine and I don't remember changing last night either. What the fuck?

I sit up and rub my eyes, looking down to see makeup stains all over my palms. I just scoff and jump once more as the knocking continues, this time a little more faint. I get out of bed and walk towards the door, yawning and scratching my head as I look through the little hole.

I didn't see anyone there so I opened the door and looked down to see a bunch of white roses on the floor, along with a small note. I smiled to myself as I picked up the flowers, looking around the hallways outside briefly to see nobody outside.

I shut the door and walk into the kitchen to try and find a nice vase to put them in, whilst switching the kettle on to make myself some tea. I end up having to use a pint glass as there seemed to be no vases, I'll take a stroll into town and find one soon. I pour the kettle and read the note.

'Chloe,

The white rose is a symbol of innocence, purity and new starts. Which points a finger to you from the get go. I'm not good with the whole love letter writing so I'll keep it brief. I hope you'll accept these flowers as a little apology for what happened between us last night, I knew you were trying to explain to me why we can't be together, I don't know what took over me. You just looked too beautiful not to kiss. (I was also a little bit drunk.)

Lots of love, Simon'

I bit my lip reading the note and placed it back on the kitchen table, smirking to myself. I take my tea blowing the steam away and walking into the living room to sit and watch some morning TV.

A few hours later I feel it was time to actually start the day. I go and take a shower, changing into a white baggy tank top, tucked into some black shorts. My hair was left natural, reaching just underneath my ribcage.

I pick up my phone and notice its 1pm, if I wanna do anything today I should make plans now. I go to mine and Simon's text conversation and smile. I scroll up to when he was picking me up from my old house to go bowling. It seems like years ago.

I pull myself out of my trance and start typing.

'Thank you for the flowers sweetie, fancy coming over for some tea? xx'

I waited a few seconds before sending, this could be a bad idea. I knew I should be keeping my distance if I didn't want to get hurt, but if we were going to be friends than I don't think two people sitting down and having a cup of tea isn't seen as being anything more than friends.

I get a reply a few minutes later;

'You're welcome! I'm just finishing up a video with Marcus and then I'll be over. But only tea! I know you fancy me but I'm sure you can keep your hands off me for at least a day!'

I smiled down to my phone and just replied with a smiley face, I really couldn't be bothered to type anything. I place the flowers in the pint glass on the counter, just to show Simon that I was proud to have them.

I just sit myself back on the sofa, catching up on the walking dead before Simon arrived.

I heard a knock on the door and jumped up, walking towards the body length mirror in the hallway. I felt like a little schoolgirl who's crush was coming round her house after high school.

I opened the door and took in his appearance. He was wearing a multicoloured SDMN top with some black skinny jeans. His necklace dangling from his neck like usual. A simple outfit, but how can he look so god damn good in a 'simple' outfit.

"Hey!" He smiled and pulled me into a big hug, squeezing my tightly for a few seconds and then pulling away. We both walk into the kitchen as I prepare us both a cup of tea as he sits at the kitchen counter.

"I thought this would be a good time to talk without being too emotional, I'm a little guilty of that." I chuckle grabbing us both a mug each. "As I was saying last night, I like you. I really like you. But I can't date you, I can't become too attached to you. I don't want to lose you, I don't want the future to look like me going to visit JJ and having to avoid you because we got into a fight, or if we hit a bump and can't even stand to be around each other. I want you to be in my life for a long time, but I don't think that can happen if we carry on how we are going." I tell him as I poured us both our drinks and heard him sigh behind me. I didn't make eye contact with him throughout my entire rant.

"I don't think you understand my feelings towards you. As soon as I bumped into you in that cafe I knew you were the one. It may sound cheesy but it's true. I love you, and I'm not afraid to say it. I know you are going to be in my life for a long time so I'm willing to wait for you, I'll wait until you reach your senses and realise you're better off with me rather than without me. I know you know it's true, you're just scared. I am too, but I want to be with you. However long it takes. Distancing yourself doesn't lessen my feelings for you either." He tells me with a smirk.

I watched him speak and couldn't find anything to argue with. I know I am very confused, I don't want to rush into things. "Okay, you can think that. But as of right now, we are just friends." I tell him, I could see his eyes scanning my body as I placed his cup in front of him, I knew exactly what he was thinking.

"With benefits?" He asked, I didn't really know how to respond. I turned around and faced the opposite side of the kitchen, taking a sip of my tea when I hear Simon walking behind me, resting his hands on my hips and his chin on my shoulder. I turned to face him and smiled, "Sure." I whisper.

He pushed my face towards his as I turned my neck to connect our lips. Every time I kiss Simon it feels different. Words fall short, he was just so gentle. But this time he was different, he was lustful, dangerous.

His hand gripped my body tighter than before, his kiss more rough and seductive. I turned my body to face him and slid my hands down his biceps to his forearms, then down towards his hands connecting our fingers together. I pull away from the kiss and look up to him with a smirk.

"Follow me Mr Minter." I whispered as I pulled him along towards the bedroom, closing the door behind us softly.

(Double update because I forgot to yesterday, ALSO.

Do you want smut? I'm okay with writing it I was just making sure that everybody wanted it to be in the story. If so don't hesitate to comment or drop me a message, please do so asap so I can put it into the next chapter, If not then I'll just skip it. Which would be a real shame;))