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Simon: She's Falling, Catch Her

Light soft breathing. Small movements. No words. Almost like nobody was there. Sure enough there was enough personality and energy in our two bodies for anyone to think a crowd was in this simplistic bedroom. Even though the bodies present were silent. The only noise coming from the low volumed TV and the duvet occasionally crinkling as one of us moved. I felt awkward and slightly uncomfortable moving due to the weird springy noises, not him. The more I tried to stay completely still, mainly to avoid attention, and the more I resisted the urge to move underneath the cotton white duvet, the more I needed to.

Sometimes as I subtly moved my body to get into a better position, I touched his bare legs. They were warm, like he usually was and he seemed unaware of the contact that felt so dangerous to me.

  "What's on your mind (Y/N)?", his voice raspy and quiet. It was evident he was tired but it was only 3am, far too early for him to sleep. I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling.
  "What's to say I have something on my mind?"

I felt him move around under the duvet, his hairy legs brushing my slightly stubbly ones from having not shaven in a couple of days.

  "Me, because I'm your best friend, I know these things." And like a dagger to the heart, there it was; the unintentional friend zone. Simon never knew I had feelings for him, but of course in a typical cliche part to this typical story of a girl falling for her best friend, everyone else knew. I hated it. I hated knowing I had feelings for someone who was completely out of my league and could get any girl he wanted. Of course our housemates and best friends claimed he felt the same, had some pang in his heart that craved me. But I refused to believe that outcome. This was a plot to a story I had read many times, but I couldn't believe it had the same outcome every time. This story would have a neutral ending, no love, no confessions, just 2 best friends laying in bed together in a totally platonic way. End of.

  "Is it about that boy again?" Simon continued, switching the TV off leaving us in complete darkness and silence. I could hear Simon's comforting breathing and a chuckle as he lay flat on his pillow, whilst I lay on mine at the bottom of the bed.
  "What boy?" I asked staring at the ceiling.
  "The boy Josh told me about." Simon simply stated. What fucking boy?
  "What the hell is he on about, there is no boy."

We sat drowning in each other's presence as I wracked my mind trying to figure out who this "boy" was. Did he mean Simon? Surely not. Why would Josh mention Simon to Simon? That wouldn't make sense.

"Josh said you've fallen." Simon said. I heard a slight crack in his voice like he was upset about something or he genuinely was tired.
"Fallen?"
"In love."

I scoffed loudly causing Simon to chuckle. I rested my arms on top of the duvet and turned my head to face the door which was allowing a tiny strip of light from the hall underneath. It relaxed me a little since I didn't like being in the total pitch black.

"With whom may I ask?" I smirked. With him of course.
"I don't know. I knew Josh was bullshitting. All he said was 'be careful, she's falling, try to catch her before she breaks'. Like what does that mean?" Simon whispered. Seems like Josh knew the situation better than I thought.
"Since when has Josh been all poetic?" I smirked playfully. Simon let out a small chuckle.
"God knows." He said, moving about again. I felt his index fingertip brush mine as his arm also lay flat on the duvet. "What did he mean by that though? Who have you fallen for?" He quizzed, tiredness laced in his voice.
"No-one. Someone."

I closed my eyes tightly shut waiting for the reaction. He'd wanna know of course but I couldn't say it was him. How embarrassing would that be? I'm not apart of some sappy love story where the girl declares he love for her friend and they instantly get together. This was real life.

"So there is someone? Well, well, well (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has finally fallen in love. Wonders never cease." He teases, his fingers tapping across the duvet, occasionally tapping the top of my fingertips.
"Ha, 'finally'? Says the man who's too scared of commitment."
"You think I'm scared of commitment?"

I know you are Simon. Simon Minter; the guy with girls falling at his feet. The guy who dances with the sluttiest girls at the club and almost always gets a girls number at the end of the night if he isn't trying to take her home. This didn't help my feelings for him as I just drowned my sorrows at the bar or at the booth with the others. Why watch Simon flirt with girls when there's perfectly good vodka at the table? All of these girls would add up on an imaginary list I had made in my head. The night after he'd always kick the girl out or return home from her place looking like he'd been hit by a bus. Last time he'd had a girlfriend was high school and he even couldn't keep her for longer than a week. I was there to always pick up the pieces in high school and to this day. Guess some things don't change.

"Well aren't you? All the girls you get in clubs, the one night stands. Screams commitment, doesn't it?" I asked sarcastically knot tying in my stomach. Simon sighed heavily, the tapping in his fingers stopping.
"You really think I've had a one night stand?"
"Well...how could I not?"
"Because kiddo, when I get a girls number I instantly screw it up and throw it away. The dancing in clubs is totally harmless. I've never had a one night stand and I haven't slept with anyone in god knows how long. Going home with someone always ends up as me calling them a cab once were outside. I go home, alone. You know I'm like the most single person ever." He explains resting his bare leg against mine.
"Oh."
"I'm not scared of commitment, I've just never had the chance to commit with anyone."

I felt so stupid. He probably hates me for even thinking that about him.

"Sorry."
"Don't be. Anyway, who's this "someone" you're in love with?" He cheekily giggles like a teenage girl. "Do I know them?"
"Simon just leave it, it doesn't matter!" I snickered pulling the duvet above my face.
"Ah ah ah, no you don't." He laughs sitting up and pulling the duvet off my face. "If you're falling, I need to catch you before you fall into the hands of this mysterious "someone". So tell me. Do I know him?"
"Who says I want you to catch me?"
"(Y/N), this dude could be sketchy. He could be a murderer, he could be secretly gay, he could have a wife and 4 kids. I'm gonna catch you, because I personally don't trust the guy." He jokes sitting above me, his chest bare and his shoulders broadly outlined in the darkness. "Also stop avoiding the question."
"Yes, you know him. And the gay part is debatable." I joked.

I saw the outline of his facial features fall slightly, a hand rushing through his flat hair. I couldn't see him properly but my guess was he looked really sexy right now. Fuck my life.

"Are they a YouTuber?" He questioned further, his dog tag necklace being gently pulled out from the crinkles of the duvet and begins swinging above me.
"Is this 20 questions?"
"Just answer!" He grinned, hovering over me.
"YES! Jesus." I rolled my eyes.
"Oi don't be sassy with me. Do they live in London?"
"Yes."
"Are they in the Sidemen?"
"Nah, I wanna sleep, g'night!" I exclaimed pulling the duvet back over my face.
"(Y/N).." Simon whispered pulling the duvet back again. He's still hovering over me.
"Yeah?" I reply, no sound coming out at all.
"Are they in the Sidemen?" He repeated quieter than last time.
"Mhmm." I reluctantly responded, his breathing on top of me quickening.
"Is it JJ?"
"Nope."
"Tobi?"
"No."
"Vik? He's newly single"
"Uh uh." I shook my head.
"Do they already have a girlfriend?"
"What do you think?"
"Are they charmingly handsome and have faded red hair?" He smirks lowering himself over me.
"Simon..."
"I think I've caught you."