Always You || Simon Minter (miniminter)

Chapter 34

This update is SUPER long because I know it's been a while, had an operation and started a new job. Been on holiday and I'm going away again next week so I've been a busy busy gal but hopefully I should get into the groove of things and we should be back to normal.

Also what the actual heck thank you so so much for 15K I am absolutely shocked and stunned, I'm so grateful for every single one of you❤️

The boys and I are slumped in uncomfortable plastic chairs at the airport, waiting for our gate to open. It's 6AM and everyone looks like a zombie that lost a fight with a brick.

Simon is stretched across the seats with his head on my lap, gently snoring — and somehow still cute, which should be illegal.

"Anyone want coffee?" Tobi stands up and looks around. A graveyard of lifeless men.

He shoots me a little nod. Translation: Come with me before Ethan starts a riot.

I slowly lift Simon's head off my lap and slide out from under him, praying he doesn't wake. He doesn't. Of course. Typical man — sleeps through jet engines but not through me moving my leg at 3AM.

"So no one wants anything?" Tobi calls out.

Cue mumbled groans of "yeaaah," "yeah please," and something from JJ that sounded like "iced caramel death wish."

We escape to Starbucks.

"Are you excited?" Tobi asks, glancing down at me with that gentle Tobi-smile.

I nod, but my stomach twists. "I'm ecstatic, Tobs... just a little worried."

He slows, turning to face me. "What do you mean?"

I sigh. "I basically just... appeared in your lives. And now I'm going on holiday with you. I feel like I'm intruding. Like I'm just—some distraction."

Tobi's face softens instantly. "Millie... don't be silly."

I blink at him, throat tightening.

"You've helped us more than you realise. JJ has his best friend back. Simon has finally found someone kind. And the rest of us? We got a proper friend — someone we trust. You're not a distraction." He nudges my shoulder. "You're part of the team. Deal with it."

My eyes sting a little. Damn him.

—

"BLOODY HELL it's warm!" Ethan shrieks as the car windows go down.

After seven man-children complaining the entire flight, we finally land in Ibiza. I'm in the front with Simon, and the backseat looks like a sauna hosting a breakdown.

"You wouldn't know you guys come from England," I say.

The driver laughs. The boys ignore me.

"Simon, sort your girl out," Harry grumbles, fanning himself with his passport.

Simon looks at me... then elbows Harry in the ribs so hard he yelps.

"Sorted," Simon says.

The villa appears and I'm out of the car before it's even fully parked. Three floors. White walls. Modern. Gorgeous. Like nothing I've lived in before.

"Welcome to Ibiza." Simon slips an arm around my waist, pulling me into him.

Before I can reply, JJ barrels toward me waving a bottle of vodka like it's a newborn child.

"ODDS!"

I groan. "Ten."

Simon smirks. JJ smirks back. I hate them both.