Song Tales - Sidemen and Friends Oneshots

U.N.I - Simon

Simon was known for his cleanliness and order, especially when it came to his personal space. His room was always spotless and he knew when things had been moved or touched. That was before she came into his life and ran through it like a whirlwind. All that was left of her was a mess of the man that once stood beside her and a hair band, which laid on his floor like a masterpiece in the making.

It wasn't that he missed her anymore, not physically, more mentally. He needed her for support but she walked away. That was something he couldn't deal with. No amount of alcohol would wash that feeling away, he resorted in getting high. So high that his days turned to nights and back again, to the point that sleep was never needed. He knew she needed to go, to make a life for herself but Simon needed her, more than he needed the oxygen in the air. She wanted nothing to do with Simon, especially after she found out what he had turned to. He shot every hope of them rekindling love or even a friendship with his coping mechanisms. That drove him to drink more, smoke more and just forget the world around him.

Her progression in life, her wish to build a career whilst Simon was happy to play video games in front of a camera. He didn't need a 'fancy degree' to be the person he wanted but she had wanted this for years. Simon held her back and she needed to be free. He told everyone he was fine, not because he was, more because he wanted to believe it himself. They all did, everyone except her. She could see his faults and see the truth in his words. She knew he was broken, she just didn't want to fix him.

Simon's friends couldn't believe it, they thought this girl would be the one. They thought he would walk her down the aisle. They wouldn't admit that to anyone, they were to scared to think that's what they wanted, but they thought they were the couple everyone aspired to be. Simon wasn't sure, he loved this girl, that much is clear. Did he want to spend his life with her? Maybe not. He sure as hell wanted the time to make that decision on his own terms, he didn't want to be told by anyone especially her. He wanted the control over his life, he was always the one that broke things.

Simon hated the thoughts that came with the highs some days, the days that he longed for her. He would wonder where she was, what she was doing, who she was with. One day he drove to her university campus and walked around for an hour, for no reason other than the thought of seeing her. He wouldn't have known what to say if he saw her, he wouldn't have really cared. The thought of their last kiss resonating in his head. How he missed the time of when she was his, he missed the fact that she was in love with him.

The campus never helped him, he lied when he said it was one day. It was one day, every week. Different days at different times and he still didn't see her. Was it fate, or was it a way of the world telling him to accept its over? He was fine, or so he kept saying.

It wasn't until last night that he realised it was truly over, hence the mess of his room and the sickness in his stomach. He saw her. His friends forced him to go out, and he did because he knew getting high alone was as much fun as thinking over his past. Maybe if he went out he would feel grounded again, yet another one of his lies Simon told himself. In the bar, he looked around. He was curious to see if anyone felt the way he did. Simon was surprised to see a few, yet he was more surprised when he saw her. All Simon wanted to do was hold her, she looked weak and lonely. She wasn't anything like the girl that walked out on him. Simon could have been her shelter, her support network. She didn't need him. A new man walked out and held her in his arms. Simon felt a rage build up inside, anger through his veins. He didn't know if he loved her, but he could see this other man was in awe of her. Maybe he was better for her than Simon. Simon wanted his space, his time and energy had to be focus on his career not a woman. He didn't have time to be settled down.

It was all those things and more that caused the drunk fury when he arrived home in the early hours. Alcohol and drugs ran riot in his body as he threw the papers at the wall and smashed several glasses. It wasn't until his eyes fell onto that hair band on the floor. He couldn't do it anymore. The anger fell from inside and was replaced with a tsunami in his eyes.