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

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Simons POV

"Hi! What's your name?" This random black kid asked me. I snorted.

"It's Simon. What about you?" I chirped friendly back at him.

"JJ!" He shouted, his voice high pitched.

I chuckle lightly. "Cool name, JJ." I say causally.

"Are we friends?" He asked.

"I guess." I shrug simply.

"Well, lets go to first period, friend!"

As we walked along the hallway, the halls started to disappear, and soon, so did JJ. His figure was seemingly gone. Everything was black.

"You're a physopath!" I heard JJ yell. A much older version of him. "It's all your fault!"

"W" Harry said
"E" Toby said

"H" Ethan said
"A" JJ said
"T" Josh said
"E" Vikk said

"You." (Y/N) quietly said.

"You don't hate me." I shook my head at her, stepping forward, but she took a step back.

"Please stop." She whispered.

"I don't listen to people." I narrow my eyes and step forward.

"You'll lose me if you move one inch closer to me, Simon Minter." She murmurs.

Suddenly, my brain locked into place.

It was like...it was like I knew this wasn't a dream.

Because it wasn't. This...this was real life.

But my friends didn't hate me.

Did they?

The possibility didn't seem so far from the truth.

As a stare down at (Y/N) I study her features. She looked real.

There was small, calling voice from the distance. The only sound that could be heard in the chilling silence.

I stared at (Y/N), not daring to look away, as if she would disappear if I did.

"You have stopped." She spoke out. "You have stopped this time. But; if I told you to stop loving me: would you?"

The words echoed around me, invading my brain, speaking to me, echoing around me, shattering my mind as if it were a thin piece of glass, and her words were a hammer.

And just like that, I woke up, Trinity by my side.

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(Y/N)'s POV

"Oh brothhhheeerrr!" You sing out to Max, as you throw the door open to his room. You chuckle as the sheets cover him and he is lying the other way.

You skip over, and pull the sheets from over him, only to find more sheets.

"What the hell?" You frown.

You bring out your phone and call him.

There isn't any answer.

"Uhhh..." you murmur to yourself.

Didn't he say he would tell you when he would leave the house?

You scowl at no one in particular.

Discouraged at your defeat, you set the small tray of food down. Running into your room, and opening your laptop, you click on the first recommended video you see:

#Cringemass! With Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, PJ, and Emma Blackary!

N/A That may not be the exact title, and I dunno if Emma's name is spelt correctly or not. I apologize if not.

You click on the video, vaguely remembering Felix, Jack, and Mark. As soon as the video pops up, you are slightly taken away.

Jack has...green hair? Mark has red hair and...oh my god. Felix has a jawline.

You haven't been following them recently, as you had stopped watching after you found the Sidmen. But now, watching Jack spit out feisty remarks, Mark making fun of himself, and Felix complaining how tired he was every two seconds, you suddenly have a feeling of guilt about the three guys you had a crush on awhile back.

As you start to soak and bathe in the great memories, you hear the lock jingling to the door of the apartment.

Knowing how you used to hide from your mum whenever she would come up to your room to check if you were asleep or not, you shut off the computer, lay it on your lap, and quickly lay down in a position, as if you were asleep.

"Max! You're so good at hacking!"  A boy says. You've never heard the voice before.

"I know, right! They'll never touch my sister again!"

What?

Then, a thought hits you like a truck.

Was Max the one that hacked Simon?

You suddenly remembered when he was outside the sidemen house. He had said,

"You'll know when it happens."

"Sister?" The other boy spit out. "I thought we were doing this for our own benefit."

"We are, Cal!" My brother said to the boy. "But-"

"Is she hot?" He chuckled, but I could tell that Max was furious at that question.

"I guess everyone else thinks so." He shrugs off the question.

"Tell her to give me a call...I'd love to, uh...help her with her homework problems." You almost gag in disgust.

"No! Bro, that's low." Max spat.

"What's wrong? You scared for your little itty witty sister?" Cal cooed.

"Shut up, Man!" It was obvious he was getting defensive. "You know what?" Max spat.

"What?" Cal challenged.

"If you ever touch my sister, ever, I will tell the whole world what you've done."

"Well, then I'll just have to tell them what you've done, too." And with that, only footsteps followed, before a door closed, and your brother stormed into his room.