Sidemen One-Shots

I Hate This Part

This one-shot will be entirely from Your POV

(H/C: Hair color     E/C: Eye color     Y/N: Your Name)

Simon x Reader

I stare out the window, watching as the scenery changes as we drive past in the car. An unbearable silence hangs in the air between us. Neither of us speak and nothing can be heard from the radio.

It's snowing, as it's the middle of Winter, and the heater in his car is on, and yet somehow, it feels colder in here.

I look up as he pulls the car over and notice we're now in front of my house. He turns off the car, and yet neither of us make a move to get out. We sit in silence, and the longer it lasts, the more I know what has to happen. The world around us slows down, but my heart beats fast.

"Simon," I start, but he cuts me off.

"Don't."

"Simo-"

"Don't! Please..." he trails off as his voice cracks, and it breaks my heart knowing there's nothing I can do to fix it.

I sigh and run my hands over my face and through my hair, coming to rest at the back of my neck and I close my eyes to stop the tears from falling.

I try again. "Sim-"

"Y/N please-"

"We have to!" I raise my voice, finally looking at him. I see him shake his head, as if refusing to believe it, as he takes his glasses off and brings his hands to wipe his eyes. He stays silent, so I take that as my cue to keep talking.

"We... we don't talk anymore. You never invite me over, or to go anywhere with you. Hell this is the first time I've actually seen you in three weeks! And it's not like you were out of the country or anything, you were just at home. So why? Tell me why, Simon."

He looks at me with pained eyes and shakes his head, but I know he knows I'm right.

"You know why, don't you?" I ask.

He stays silent and closes his eyes, though he's still facing me.

"It's because there's nothing there anymore. We don't have the same pull, the connection. We don't love each other anymore. Don't act like you don't feel it, too," I continue.

He sighs and turns, resting his head on his steering wheel.

"Three years. It's been three years that we've been together," he says.

I bite my lip and lean back.

"I know."

He looks back at me and grabs one hand, using the other to caress the side of my face.

"And you can't hold on any longer?" he asks.

I lean into his touch, bringing my hand up to rest over his.

"We can't hold on any longer. There's no feelings in this relationship. All we do is linger, but we can't. We can't. We both know this is going nowhere.

Close your eyes. Do you really picture me in your future? As your wife? With your children?" I pause, taking in the look on his face, and I know. "See? You don't. At least not anymore. We just... we just don't work together."

"We did. We worked so well together," he whispers.

"I know. And I loved you. God, Simon I loved you so much."

"I loved you, too."

"But that's not us anymore. We've grown. We've changed. And that's alright, because it was good in the long run."

He nods solemnly and leans in to press a kiss to my lips, and I accept, knowing this will be our last one.

He pulls away and we both pull away from each other.

And he smiles.

We're okay.

I smile back and open the door, stepping out into the cold. I make my way to my front door, unlocking it and stepping inside before turning to look back at him.

He gives me a wave before pulling away from the curb and driving off down the street and I watch until I can no longer see him.

And then I close the door.

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