Fixing Her ⇉ Simon Minter [2]

FIFTEEN

"And this is my bedroom," said Dan as we walked into a small room. Inside was a large bed, a white wooden wardrobe and a desk where a Mac book was placed.

"Nice," I admired as I walked around the room. It wasn't the nicest room, but it was plain and something. It fitted Dan quite perfectly.

"You need to borrow some clothes?" offered Dan as he walked over to his wardrobe. I turned to him and nodded, smiling fondly at the boy. He was an amazing person, that much was true, and I couldn't deny he made me happy. The only problem was the troubles that it caused with Simon. Hell, I ran away because of Dan and I causing a riff between Simon and I.

"Here." Dan handed me a large jumper and boxers to wear, a faint blush on his cheeks. I smiled and kissed him on the cheeks as thanks.

"So, what brings you to mine?"

"Fighting."

Dan frowned and sat on his bed as I stripped of my clothing, leaving only my bra on.

"You could always move in with me. I know we're not even officially dating but we could be roommates?"

I spun around to look at Dan and I couldn't help not disguising my surprise. Dan was right, we weren't dating. If I moved in, we never would.

"I couldn't do that." I tried to hide my firm answer behind a smile and blush, but Dan saw through me like glass.

"Look, we don't have to date for a while, you know that right?" he said softly. I shook my head and sighed, smiling sadly.

"Can we not discuss this? I'm tired and haven't had the greatest day," I mumbled, and Dan immediately dropped the subject, opening his arms. I smiled and sat on his lap, snuggling my head into his chest as Dan's arms wrapped around me.

"You're always welcome here, I hope you know that." Dan's voice filled me with a deep joy, a sweet satisfaction. It was bliss, but it wasn't what I needed.

♕

I groaned as I turned over in the bed, my head throbbing from the cut on my forehead. I knew I should get out of bed and go get some pain meds, but it was comfortable here.

"Rose, wake up sleepy head," said a muffled voice. I huffed as I turned on my back, the light seeping through my eyelashes.

"Rose."

I groaned as I opened my eyes to reveal Dan. He seemed angry, his jaw clenched and eyes dark.

"Everything okay?" I asked sleepily as I brought my hands up to brush away the sleep in the corners of my eyes.

"No. Get up, get dressed and leave."

Dan's voice was husky, as if he'd just woken up.

"What's wrong?" I asked, fully alert now that I knew something was wrong. I sat up in Dan's bed and kicked away the sheets.

"Just leave, Rose!"

Dan's sudden outburst shocked me, leaving me frozen on the bed as he ran his fingers through his hair and paced the room.

"Get dressed, I've already called Vik for you. He said Simon's coming to get you," Dan mumbled before leaving the room and slamming a door somewhere in the flat.

I frowned but didn't waste time as I stripped and got dressed into my clothes. I didn't care that it was Simon coming to get me, I just wanted to leave. I'd never seen Dan so angry in the few weeks I'd known him. He'd always been polite, sweet and calm. This was a completely different person to who I'd met in that coffee shop. This person, I was afraid of.

Finally dressed, I grabbed my phone and raced through the flat without saying goodbye, avoiding the room that Dan was currently inside.

I flung open his front door and slammed it shut, angry but afraid at the same time. He'd given me no explanation, nothing that told me he'd be okay. He'd kicked me out and expected me not to worry or be afraid.

My jaw clenched as I gripped my phone and ran down the building stairs, ignoring the elevator, and heading towards the parking garage.

"Rose?" I heard Simon call as I tapped away on my phone – multiple messages to Dan.

I looked up, shoved my phone away and sped off towards Simon's car, forgetting all about the bad blood between us at the time.

I climbed in the car and crumbled into the passenger seat, letting out a relieved sigh.

Simon looked like a mix of confusion and anger, his posture positioned so that he could easily bolt from the car and towards the building if he needed to.

"What the fuck happened?" growled Simon as he leaned over me. He seemed like a giant, but I didn't care, as long as I wasn't near Dan while he was like this, I was fine.

"Dan had some bad news, that was all," I mumbled, lying through my teeth. Simon and I both knew I was chatting shit, but he didn't press it any further, instead he decided to help me buckle up my seatbelt and sit me in a safe position.

"When Vik told me to go get you, you don't know how ready I was to smash the fucker's head in," Simon told me as he started the car and started driving out of the parking lot, his knuckles visibly white as he gripped the steering wheel.

"I'm sorry."

Simon's head whipped to me and cocked sideways in confusion.

"For what?"

"For yelling at you last night."

"It's not like you were wrong though," Simon said after a deep sigh. I looked up at the blond as he drove, his eyes staring ahead. I knew he was avoiding my eyes, I would too.

"I don't want to see anyone, is there another way into the house?" I asked quietly. Simon nodded and said nothing, his eyes on the road.

I sighed and leaned into my seat, giving up on trying to talk to Simon. There was tension between us that nobody could explain. There were times where I wanted nothing more than to throw myself at Simon and times where I hated his guts. However, there was always a time where there was something for him inside me.

I think there always willbe. Whether I'm 20 or 100, I think I'll always love Simon Minter.