I'd be lying if I said I wasn't devastated that youre gone. But what came from it was more perfect than what you ever gave me. I may be the reason your gone, and that may have pulled me apart, but this was just a perfect tragedy.
"And on October 17t...
Ethan's pov I knocked on the door with my foot, my hands filled with stuff for simon. Vik came to the door, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Hey mate, it's to early for this." He grumbled, never the less letting me in. I smiled as he shut the door behind me. We walked to the kitchen together, letting me set the stuff in my hands on the table. I spread out everything, making sure it was all in its right place. "This looks very Valentine's Day Ish." Vik pointed out, and I rolled my eyes. "Is simon awake?" I ask, and Vik bit him lip. "He went out earlier to get coffee with josh." He explained, and my blood began to boil. "Why the hell is he always with josh?" I shout, and Vik places his hands on either side of my head. "Calm down. It's just coffee." He whispered, pulling me closer to him. "I just wanted today to be about us. Him. It's his birthday for fucks sake." My breathing was shaken from the anger bubbling up inside me. The door opened, laughter spilling into the room. "Oh hey baby. What's all this?" Simon questioned, his voice filled with something I couldn't understand. "It was for you. But obviously joshy was more important." I hissed, leaving the house and slamming the door behind me. I heard him yell my name, and I didn't even look at him as he snatched open the passenger door. "Ethan he just wanted to take me to get breakfast. I can't turn him down. He is my best friend." He explained, but I couldn't look at him. I stared at the dashboard of my car, trying not to let the hot tears slip from my eyes. "I don't care." I mumbled, and he sighed. "Don't be childish." My head snapped over to him, and before I could say anything I looked at his outfit, and my breath caught in my throat. "Get out my car." I spat venom at him, and he looked at me surprised. "What?" He questioned, and I took a deep breath. "The brand with the 3 stripes. Who has that shirt hm." His face went soft, and his mouth opened wide. "You think I would cheat on you?" He questioned defensively, and I looked at him. "I didn't say that. Just leave me alone. There's presents on the table for you. Happy birthday." My voice was dry as he reached up and kissed my cheek, slipping out the door and into the house. The tears finally slipped onto my cheeks as I left the house. *** Dear Simon, Happy birthday baby. I know things have been rough between us lately but I'm willing to put it behind us. I have this whole things planned, a day just for us. There are tickets to this really cute film in the park later today, and I thought it would be fun to go to. I'd like to say you have been a wonderful boyfriend, and thank you for choosing me to love. I don't want to be to gay in this, so happy birthday stimp, I love you with all my heart. ~behz
Tears filled my eyes as I read the letter, looking over to the boys who were shuffling through the sweets he brought. I felt like a complete sket, but I didn't want to let him win this. I didn't want him to win every fight. "Ohhh what are these?" Josh chirped from the corner, and I seen he had the tickets in his hands. "Film tickets. But he isn't going." I stated, taking a cake pop and biting into it. "Why don't we go? As friends. It says the film is the mummy, so I don't see why it has to be romantic." Josh suggested, and one side of my brain through the idea out. But the other thought he was right, and if Ethan wanted to go with me he would be here with me. "Okay, it's a plan." *** •Instagram•
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ZerkaaHD: wow thanks for bringing me, happy birthday mate @miniminter
Ethan's pov Everything in me was aching. He took josh with him to the film. That we were supposed to go to. "Man it'll be okay." Harry's voice was calm, like he didn't want to say the wrong thing. I dot say anything. I was furious. My insides were burning as I stared at the picture of the park. "Harry, do you think he is cheating?" I whispered and by the expression on his face I didn't even want to hear the answer. "I think he loves you." He answered slowly, dodging the actual question. "That's not what I asked." My voice was slow and calm, and it took a few times to swallow.
"Maybe" {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} Ohh, strike one on Simon. I make him seem like such a dick but he is so lovely in person oml. This is going to start getting serious. As you can see it's simons birthday, a month and ten days before anything happens to poor behz. Uh oh.
