Fixing Her ⇉ Simon Minter [2]

NINE

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"Fuck!"

I fell off the sofa in my attempt to wake up, the loud yelling waking me up. I groaned rubbed my head, hearing crashing from the kitchen.

"What the hell?" I grumbled to myself as I pulled myself to my feet. The house was freezing cold, the windows or doors presumably open.

Another bang from the kitchen ushered me out of the room, determined to figure out who was making so much noise. I was surprised none of the other had woken up either.

Trudging towards the kitchen, I couldn't help smelling an overwhelming amount of alcohol; the stench making me want to gag.

"Fuck me," someone muttered as they walked into something, groaning. I rubbed my arm for warmth as I neared the kitchen, pushing open the door slightly.

"Simon?"

Simon turned towards me and frowned, swaying on the stop. I knew without a doubt he was wasted, the smell of alcohol and the fact he couldn't stand straight confirmed my suspicions.

"Rose! Come 'ere!" the lanky boy slurred, trying to walk over to me, failing miserably. Simon didn't even take five steps before falling flat on his face, the cracking making me actually gag.

"Si!" I yelled, running towards the blond who now had blood pooling underneath his face.

"Ouch, that hurt," Simon whimpered as he slowly pushed himself up and into a sitting position, blood running down his face.

"JJ! Hurry!" I yelled, trying to wake the heavy sleeper as I tilted Simon's head back. His hair was a mess and he could barely keep his eyes open, sleepiness and alcohol mixing together.

As I head footsteps down the stairs, I turned my head to see JJ, Vik and Cal. Vik and Cal were half naked, both boys only in boxers, and Vik littered in dark hickeys.

"What the fuck happened?" JJ demanded as he ran to a cupboard to grab a cloth.

"He was drunk," I rambled as Vik rushed to my side, "He tripped when he walking to me, smashed his nose right up!"

JJ cursed under his breath as he knelt next to Simon and shoved a tea towel (British) under his nose. Simon cried out in pain but surprisingly stayed still, myself still tilting his head backwards.

"Why didn't you tell me he was drinking?" I hissed at JJ who just shrugged, brushing me off. I couldn't help the tears gathering in my eyes as I watched Simon laugh drunkly, JJ trying to clean up the blood.

"Let's get him to the hospital," grumbled Cal from behind us. I looked back at him and nodded, getting to my feet and joining him at the doorway.

"I'll go tell Josh what's going on and grab you two some extra clothes," I said to Cal and Vik, JJ wearing some joggers and t-shirt. Cal thanked me, and Vik nodded, trying to keep Simon from standing up.

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I rubbed my eyes as I trudged through the house, trying to keep myself awake. Simon was drinking. Not just having an occasional drink either, he was drinking for hours on end. I was surprised he didn't have alcohol poisoning.

I reached Josh's room and knocked before pushing open the doors.

"Go 'way," Josh mumbled, his head buried in the pillow. I sat on his bed and ran my hands through my hair, trying to let myself rest for a second.