I hate you, I love you - Simbar (Completed)

Part 7

A/N: Just because I love you so much and was feeling inspired, here is the next part. Pleaseeeee, let me known what you think! Enjoyyyyy!

Ámbar's POV

I follow them to the living room. Luna and Simón get set in one of the couches. Their feet resting on a the table in front of them. He has his arm behind her and she has her head in his shoulder. Why are they so cuddley and lovely?
I, on the other hand, sit on the couch opposite to them. My legs crossed, a big blanket around me and my new best friend (the tissue box), making me company besides me.
Luna is super excited to watch this movie. Honestly, it's one I kind of like. I have watched it before. Actually I went to the premiere in Argentine with Delfina and Jazmin. But I am cool with watching it again. The biggest advantage is that I don't have to concentrate so much to understand what's going on, so it will be lighter for me. Plus, there is Theo James, which will be very good for my eyes. Still very good for my eyes, is the fact that Simón is just a look away, but not so good to the heart. Anyways, I will try and make the most of this.
Since Monica was baking something, she asked them not to eat popcorn because she knew just how obsessed they were with them and would end up too full to try what she cooked. So, pouting a little, Luna presses start and the movie begins.
It's interesting what we realize with this movie:
- Being 100% selfless doesn't make you happy;
- To get what you want you do have to hurt people on the way, even if you like those people;
- But after doing that you end up hurt yourself;
- No matter how brave you are, how amazing, you still have fears, doubts, imperfections.
I did learn all of this in this past couple of months. Unfortunately or fortunately.
One lesson that is a bit less believable is that love is the key and salvation.
It's more like the key to suffering if it doesn't go as you expected...
Simón and I spend the whole movie exchanging looks. He pulls Luna closer to him and sends me a look. I blow my nose being watched by him. Tris and Four kiss and I cannot help but feel the urge to face him.
And it is like this the whole movie. My heart is racing and I feel like I am sweating a lot. I pull of the blanket, and lean against the arm of the couch, putting myself in a position that makes it easier to avoid him.
By the end of the movie, Luna has her head in Simón's legs, he is caressing her hair, finally focused on the tv.
When we are about to watch the credits, Alas starts playing on Luna's cell. She picks it and jumps up and down excited.
"Simón, it's Nina!!!! I have to pick up!" She exclaims, running towards the front door.
No no no noooooo!!!!
I never wished for Luna's presence so much. It would be much better than the awkward that is about to fill the room.
Mentally ignoring the fact that we are alone just a half a meter away, I try focusing on the last few minutes of the movie. Completely still, not wanting to even catch him with the corner of my eye.
But, because luck isn't in my dictionary today, the movie ends and Luna still isn't back. I mentally sigh, preparing to either be ignored or yelled at.
I sneeze twice, feeling cold again, which makes me grab the blanket again and blow my nose again...
"How are you feeling?" Simón asks and I turn to him. He is sitting with his arms crossed, looking in my direction.
I shrug, adding the tissue to the pile already forming around me. "I am okay."
Simón chuckles and gets up. I follow him with my eyes and he points to the couch. I look at him startled. "May I?"
I nod and slide a bit to the right, giving him enough space to sit. He stares at me. "How are you feeling?" He tries again and I roll my eyes, sighing.
"Honestly, very bad..." I admit, leaning against the back of the couch.
"Have you taken anything?"
"Yes, Monica gave me a couple of pills because I had a fever. I think it's starting to kick in..."
Simón gets a little closer to me and places his hand on my forehead. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his cold hand against my probably hot skin.
He retracts it. "You are still a bit hot. What else do you feel?"
I open my mouth ready to answer but then close it.
"And why do you care?" I ask, crossing my arms in defense.
Simón let's out a not so friendly laugh. "You have got to be kidding me..." he whispers.
"No, I am very serious. You said it yourself yesterday that I deserved this. That it was payback for all the things I had done. So what do you want, to throw this weakness at my face?"
Simón blinks his eyes and then he is dead serious again. "You do deserve it because you brought this on yourself. If you hadn't done the things you have and ended up without friends, then you wouldn't be skating all alone in a day of rain to end up with a flu."
"So you are telling me I got sick for like the first time since forever because of the things I did months ago? I am not surprised this whole situation makes you happy..." I let out, turning to face the the tv which is now giving an alert that it is about to turn off.
Simón grabs my arms gently, making me face him. "Don't think for a second that I am happy or satisfied with the fact that you are like this, Ámbar. I don't enjoy watching other people suffer... Which is something I cannot say about you..."
"I am not starting this conversation with you, Simón... I tried to talk to you, to explain you... But you didn't care, you didn't listen you abandoned me like I meant nothing to you..." I accuse him, my eyes already burning.
"And what did you expect me to do? Stay by your side after the way you hurt me?"
"You stood with Luna after she hurt you..."
"Hurt me? What are you talking about?"
"You were or are, I cannot understand, completely in love with Luna. Still she dated you, always eyeing Matteo, which was in fact my boyfriend, never feeling the same way you did. I know she hurt you. You can't move on from something like that without getting hurt. But you still are here with her, doing everything for her... Oh, and she isn't the only one. Are you this cold with Jazmin? Because as far as I am concerned she was involved in some very bad things herself, which she chose to do because she wanted, some of them while she wasn't even my friend anymore, but I still see you hug her and be all friends with her. So don't come to me with that 'I couldn't stay with you because you hurt me' line. You didn't do it because you didn't want to, because you lied yourself about how you felt."
Simón looks at me with his eyes wide open. He blinks and then slides closer to me. I can almost feel his breathing.
"It wasn't anything like you say. I didn't lie to you!"
I raise my eyebrows and roll my eyes. "Sure. You are right you never lied. I was the one who got fooled with you supposed kind gestures..."
"Ámbar, I never faked anything. I never did such thing!" He exclaims, his voice raising.
I get up, crossing my arms even more and he copies me, only he leaves his arms to the side, hands in fists.
"You know what, Simón. I don't have the strength for this... You say what you want. You blame me. Tell me I disappointed you, I hurt you... But in the end, you did all those things as well to me, and even got surprised when I react..."
Uncrossing my arms, I turn around, deciding to go to my room.
Simón follows me and stops me, pulling my hand and pushing me to the wall under the stairs.
"You stop saying those things! I never did such thing! I never faked anything with you... God, I thought it was something amazing!" He let's out, trying to keep his voice calm but completely falling. He has his hands on both sides of my head and we are only at an arm length of distance.
"Simón, I don't care nor do I believe any of the things you are saying. Yes, I did a whole lot of bad and terrible things. I can't even begin. But I was changing, I was getting better, I was feeling loved. I was feeling like I finally had that thing people talk about in my life. But it was all in my imagination. What I had was pitty or something like that. You are right, Simón. I can't talk about love, and yes, maybe I am full of hate. But it is your fault too, and you cannot talk about it either!" A single tear slides down my face and I quickly wipe it, trying to control the anger and sadness boiling inside of me.
"No, you are wrong! I loved you!"
"You didn't! If you loved me at any point you would have at least given me a chance to explain!"
"So you could tell more lies?"
"So you could show that I meant something!"
"You did!"
"Stop it, Simón! Stop the act! You think it helps your super perfect imagine of good and cute Mexican guy to say you loved the mean girl? It doesn't , so stop lying!"
"I didn't act with you! You acted with me!" He urges, beating his fist on the wall.
"No, I didn't! I opened up with you! I told you things no one knew! I felt things I never did with you! And you just left me when I needed you the most. That's not love! If you think it is, maybe you are the one who doesn't know what love is! Now let me go!" I yell back at him, hitting his chest, but he doesn't move an inch. His eyes are burning with anger. His whole body is shaking.
I try hitting him again, but it still doesn't work. He is a statue, his eyes fixed on me.
"Let me go, Simón! Just let me go! What is the point of all of this? To make my life even more miserable? Well, I guess it doesn't get any worse than this! I am alone, I have no one. Just like you said just like you wanted. You are right you won! You made the stupid mean girl believe she was finally loved. Point for Simón Álvarez! You fooled me well!" I spit out, clapping my hands. I close my eyes, holding the tears with everything I have.
Simón grabs my hands and next thing I feel are his lips on mine.
Simón pulls me further agains the wall, his hands on my waist and mine on his shoulders. His kiss is demanding, completely different from our first kiss. All the anger, sadness, everything we feel is put into this kiss.
I move my hands to his face, pulling his closer to mine if that was possible and he growls in response. Our lips move fast, the kiss turning more passionate. I fell my face wet, the tears I had been holding finally giving up. Not only that but Simón was crying as well. However, apart from small breaks for air, his lips don't leave mine, asking for more and more, showing more and more how we feel. It's so wrong but it feels so good to be back in his arms, to be touching and kissing him. Just like he said on our first kiss, I didn't want this moment to ever end, because I know what it means.
However, when I hear Luna opening the front door, I take advantage of the distraction it causes and am able to untangle myself from his arms, running as fast as I can to my bedroom and slaming the door behind me.
Bursting into a mess of tears, I am back on the floor thinking what have I just done...

A/N: next part will be Simón's POV. What do you think about this part?