Deal With It - Sidemen Fanfiction

Chapter 3 - The Morning After

This chapter is dedicated to tbhminizerk for being so kind about this book so far. For someone whose books I love to say so many nice things was really amazing so thank you :)

"Leave him alone!"

"He doesn't want to see you after last night."

"Hey, he needs his sleep!"

"He basically got hypothermia because of you."

"There was blood all down his face."

"Why would you think coming here so soon would fix things?"

"Just let me talk to him"

"I need to say something to him."

Dull pain. My head buzzed irritably as I emerged from unconsciousness, hearing whispered remarks from beyond my door. JJ and Simon were engaged in an intense argument, all the whilst trying to let me sleep, something they had annoyingly failed to do.

My left eye remained clenched shut as a headache overtook that portion of my face. The view of my room, even through my right eye, was faded and blurry, as if someone had forgotten to focus a camera lens before taking a photo. I felt like I was waking up after a rough night out; I suppose I wasn't too far wrong.

"You should have seen him when he came in last night. Soaking wet and shivering. Couldn't you have at least made sure he got in a taxi if you weren't going to give him a lift home?"

"I thought he came in his car," I can hear her faintly. The mere sound of her voice toying with my emotions cruelly.

"You know bloody well he didn't," Simon almost shouts, he is unusually angry, "You know he had every intention of staying the night before whatever the fuck made him walk home in a storm happened." There is an extensive pause, allowing me to creep towards my door to hear the conversation more clearly.

I drag myself from beneath the protective warmth of the covers, both hands pushing my slumping body away from the wall as a dizzy feeling sends my head flying in circles. I mutter incoherently to myself, trailing a finger along the wall as I move to stand besides the door and listen closely to the more carefully restrained discussion beyond my room.

"How long is he going to keep this up for," JJ sounds frustrated as usual, "And don't go giving me that look. He has to pull himself together; man up a bit. I could have tapped him on the shoulder and we'd be in the same position right now! He looks like shit and he's a mess."

"Can you even hear yourself?" Simon's voice rises and falls in volume wildly, "What's got into you, Jide? That's the more important question. You let yourself into our house after leaving for weeks and ignoring all of us. Then, you creep around downstairs, leaving fridge doors open, creep up behind him and fucking hit him around the head with a glass!" I hear a deep exhalation of breath as someone leans beside the wall close by me.

"You need to sort yourself out," Simon continues, a weary undertone cutting through the previous rage, "Josh has every right to be anxious and hurt. He's got you to blame for that." Heavy footfalls signal JJ's departure from the hallway as he leaves without another word. The second sigh I hear is just as despondent as the first; it tears into the cracks in my heart just a little more.

"So you're telling me you've blocked me from entering my boyfriend's room and you don't even know what happened last night. We've been together five years; five years, Simon! He has no idea what he's doing, what we're doing. Josh has a plan for everything important in his life - I just wanted to know why he was so reluctant to plan our future together." The outburst surprises me. It is so much more measured and justified than the earful of passionate venom I had faced the previous night. It makes me feel so much worse when I hear her walk away. What if we are over just like that?