Sweetheart ||| MiniShaw

Eight - Confessions

Three months of school school goes by fast, and now it's early November.

A lot can happen within three months. Simon stays over at my house most of the time (which my family doesn't mind), it's like he practically lives here. I mean, I don't mind it at all! I love being around him!

Vikk and Tobi are spending so much time together, it's surprising that they aren't even dating yet.

But tonight, things are about to change direction. Instead of going home, relaxing, studying, and hanging with Simon, we both were invited to a party tonight.

And now I'm at my house with Simon, and we both are getting ready for the party. "Hey, do you want to wear something of mine, or we can quickly stop by your house so you can find an outfit."

"I can get some stuff from my house, I already have most of my essentials here..." Simon says shyly.

"Alright. So, I'll get ready... what time is it?"

"It's 7:30. The party starts in half an hour."

"Alright, so I'll get ready quickly, then I'll drive you home, you can pack your stuff, and we'll go to the party. Sounds like a plan?"

"Yup." He says and plops on my bed and stares at the ceiling fan. I giggle at the cuteness he shows and I turn to my closet.

I decide to wear a lilac sweater, black ripped jeans, and black converse. I quickly mess with my hair so it looks a little more natural. "You ready?" I ask.

He looks at me confused. "Are you not going to wear your flower crown?"

"I wasn't planning on it."

"It suits you perfectly," he says as he gets up, walks over to my dresser where the flower crown was, grabs it, and puts it on my head. He readjusts my hair, and smiles. "Besides, it makes you look amazing." He winks.

"Thank you. Anyways, we good to go?"

"Yup!" He chirps and runs down the stairs, with me following close behind him.

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When we get to his house, he is in and out within five minutes.

He walks back to my car with ripped denim jeans with chains draping on them, a black t-shirt and leather jacket.

"Looking stunning." I say and he blushes.

"Thank you." He says as I pull out of his front yard and drive off to Tobi's.

He only lives a couple minutes away from Simon, and we get there quite quickly.

Tobi's house is enormous. It's a modern looking house, big yard, I can hear people in the back and water splashing in the pool, and the music is loud.

Simon and I exchange glances before walking in.

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A few hours passes by, and I'm not drunk, thankfully. I talk to Vikk, who looks uncomfortable as he is pressed up against the wall (probably trying to get away from all the people), and Tobi, who has a red cup in his hands.

Now that I think about it, haven't seen Simon in awhile, so I search for him.

I felt someone tap on my shoulder and I turn to see the one I was looking for, Simon, but half drunk. "Harry... are you gonna dance...?" He slurs and I shake my head.

"You okay there?" I ask and he giggles.

"You're so funny, Harry.." He drags out the 'a' in my name.

"You're drunk. We should probably go..."

"Okay.." He drags out the 'o' and I laugh at his drunken state. I say goodbye to Vikk and Tobi before walking out with Simon, letting him use me for balance.

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I manage to get him into my room around 12:30, which is really late for me, and I help him into my bed. As I was about to walk out of the door to go to my bathroom, I hear him moan, so I run back to my room to see him sitting up, rubbing his head. "Where are you going?" He asks, huskily.

"To the bathroom. Are you feeling alright?" I ask, kinda nervous about his state.

"Nope, I'm probably going to vomit." He says and I grab him and run to my bathroom. He vomits into the toilet, and I pat and rub his back as he continues to throw up the alcohol.

"I'm going to get you a glass of water and painkillers. You are going to need it." I say and I do as I said I would, and I return with the medicine and water.

He accepts it and takes the medicine. "Thank you so much." He says and I smile.

"Of course." I chirp and he looks at me solemnly.

"Can I tell you something?" He asks shakily.

"Anything." I say as I lead him back to my bedroom and let him lay on my bed.

"I want you to know, I'm mostly sober as I say this to you. But I think you deserve an explanation on why I'm always here." He says.

"You're always welcome here, there's nothing to be guilty about." I say.

"I have a nonexistent relationship with my parents." He sighs before continuing, "My mother left when I was little, and my dad never leaves the house. He just lays on the bed, not even bothering with life." He says as I hear a small sniffle.

"The reason why I drank was to try to escape from the thought of going home, only to know nobody wants me there." He says shakily, barely holding himself together.

"I have never told anybody this, and I know I can trust you. It's just, I know this is out of the blue. But for once in my life, I feel happier and safe. And that's all thanks to you." He says and stifles a cry.

I hug him, and he hugs back, pulling me closer to him. "I always want you to feel loved, safe, and welcomed. I know that you probably don't have much of a home to return to, but always know you are welcome here, with me."

He lets out a shaky sigh, "When I'm with you, I feel like I'm home." He says and my heart flutters. We both stare at each other for a few seconds, he starts to lean in, and I do so as well, and we both share a passionate kiss.

As we pull away, we lay back down, hugging each other, and we fall asleep in each other's arms.