SnowBaz Oneshots

Fights Help No One

*Penelope's POV*

I've never seen them like this. They have been together for 6 years, so naturally they have fought before, but they never got this bad. Never threatened to break up, or even stay in different rooms, let alone different flats. Every time I ask either of them what happened, they say that 'nothing happened. Everything is fine.' What a lie! This fight is different. Usually it's over stupid things, like who didn't pay attention to who when they got home. But not this time, this time it's a real fight. Something happened 3 days ago while I was at uni, and I'm going to find out what it was. And hopefully fix it, because I hate seeing the way these two are like this. They both are miserable, and I know they need each other, I just have to find out a way to make them see that. I just have to find out what to fix first.

*Simon's POV*

Stupid. Everything is stupid. I'm stupid. He is stupid. I hate-hate- fighting with him. It's tearing me apart, but I'm not going to him. He should apologize, he is the one who started this. I just wanted to help, I wanted- still want- to help him with his problems. He kept stressing and it hurt me to watch him going through it all. It hurt even worse that he wouldn't tell me what was wrong, said that I didn't need to know, it wasn't my problem. I never knew Tryrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch to be wrong, but at that moment, he had no idea how wrong he was. All his problems are my problems. When he is stressed, I'm stressed. When he is in an awful mood, so am I; however I always try to control it so I can help him. This time I did help him. And you know what he does to thank me? Yells and screams that I should never have intervened. That I was a 'bloody prat that needed to know when to back off.' So, me being the stubborn person I am, yelled back. We fought for minutes upon minutes, never taking a break or stopping to calm down. He hurt me, I hurt him. We brought up things we promised each other we would never talk about again. We raged on and on about the time before we were together, our other fights, things that weren't true, but we still said them. I do regret saying all of it, not a thing that came out of my mouth was the truth. I was angry and pained and wanted to get back at him for making me feel like that. Every time the memory resurfaces in my brain, I just want to cry. Again. Baz is my love, my life, but I'm not letting him win. I didn't do anything wrong, honest. He was anxious and tired all the time, so I made it so he could take a break and give him some time to do things he wants to do. Have a little time to relax. I thought he would be grateful, but per usual, I was incredibly wrong. I still love him, but I'm not going o apologize for what I did. I made a nice gesture, one that Basilton needed, and he was the one to blow up. If he wants to come back, Baz is going to have to make it up to me. Don't get me wrong, I'm most likely (definitely) am going to say I'm sorry for everything I said, because I have to or I will go crazy, but he still has to start the make up process. I'll wait, I'll wait till he comes to me telling me he loves me- I know he does, even if he doesn't say it often. And I love him, so I will wait till he stops being a baby and comes to cuddle with me. Or at least say he is sorry. Followed by cuddles. I just can't help it. It is going to be hard to keep strong, so I don't run to him. I can do this. Hopefully...

*Baz's POV*

I miss him. I hate staying in my stupid uni dorm, and living with my moronic dorm mate. I know it's only been 3 days, but it's killing me not seeing, or even talking, to him. This is even worse than when I was in Watford and had to hide my feelings, probably because I now know what I'm missing out on. I know now what it's liked to be loved and cared for by Simon Snow, when in Watford I used to just dream of it, and not having him next to me is like sticking a silver cross down my throat. That is to say burning pain that makes me want to die faster. I know he said he was trying to help, but it was no place for him to do it. Simon just wanted to see me more relaxed, which makes my heart warm, but relaxing isn't a joy a Grimm-Pitch has. We don't stop to take care of ourselves, we keep doing the work that needs done. So for Simon to go to my father and demand that I stop doing work for him for the next two weeks was completely inappropriate. I've gotten so many calls from Father telling me to come home, that I'm a disappointment in every way possible, and that he will not be letting me off work. If anything, I have double the work now. Plus, finals are coming up in uni and studying for those, and doing work for my father, leaves no room for relaxing, barely even sleeping, and none for hunting. I haven't hunted in almost a whole week. Going to my classes makes my throat burn and it takes all the control in me to not suck someone dry. I tried to hunt while I had to go into the forest next to my father's house to collect an old plant that he just had to have, but when I tried Father called for me. I want to relax and take a break from work, but I knew Father wouldn't let me stop. I told Simon that he shouldn't have said anything, and what does he do? He goes behind my back, and tells Malcom Grimm-Pitch that he needs to stop overworking me and do some of the stuff without me. And of course, since Simon doesn't know how phrase things correctly, my father took that as Simon saying that he was lazy and needed to get off his arse and do some things for himself. (Which I think is true, not that I would ever say that aloud to anyone.) Honestly, I could've even forgive Simon, eventually, for saying talking like that to my father, but why I'm still angry with him is because he didn't tell me. He went behind my back, even when I asked him not to, and demanded things of my father. Now Father hates Simon even more than he used to, which is saying a lot, and I can't find it in me to go to him. I want to say I'm sorry for the things I said to him, I swear I didn't mean a single word, but he has to come to me. He is the one who started this fight, if he had never went behind my back we wouldn't be in the position we are now. But no matter how much I want to go to him, and I want believe me I want to run to him, I'm still going to make him start the make up. It's going to be hard, really hard, but I won't say sorry first. He'll come eventually.