Minishaw Oneshots

{3} Vodka and Orange and City Lights

Glass of vodka and orange in one hand and a lit fag in the other the boy sighed, placing the drink down on a table.

Turning around he took a long hard drag from the cigarette and leant against the balcony railing. His eyes wandered the London skyline. Lights flashing below him as a squad car whizzed by. Lights turning on in some apartments, off in others.

Taking another shorter drag this time, squinting slightly his eyes shifted up to the sky. Watching as the moon reflected off of the buildings that surrounded him. Exhaling the smoke he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.

'Smoking again?' The mystery person questioned, disappointment evident in their voice.

'We all have our days,' the boy replied taking one more drag before dropping the fag to the ground. Quickly stepping on it to kill the flame.

'Kind of a metaphor innit?' The boy looked up to be met with the icy blue eyes of Simon Minter.

'Don't know what you're on about, mate,' Harry replied coldly picking up his glass of alcohol.

'Can't just ignore it Harry, it's not good for either of us!'. 'I'm perfectly fine,' the boy muttered taking a step towards the door that would lead him to a table full of alcohol. Be able to drown his feelings. Or at least away from the lanky boy that clouded his thoughts.

But Simons slim fingers wrapped around his free wrist before he could get any further. It's the closest they had been in days and he just froze. Didn't want to, but he had craved Simon's touch for days now. He'd let himself regret staying in the morning

'We both know that's not true. You've gone 2 months not smoking. You know what it-' The taller boy started but was cut off.

'Do you think I don't know what I'm doing to myself. It's the only thing that-' 'Makes you feel alive these days'.

Harry looked up at him, the lump in his throat growing. Course Simon knew. He could read Harry like a book and Harry, he hated it.

'You used to tell me it gave you a sort of buzz, that why you're back on it?' Simon asked shyly. A feeling of regret lingering in his stomach, he was to blame for this.

Harry bit his lip, wished he could reply without everything spilling out. But Simon was happy, Simon was happy with his girlfriend. Didn't need Harry's feelings thrown into their happiness. Didn't want Simon to feel guilty because of his stupid confession.

'Look Si, honestly just drop it. You and Talia are happy and I can learn to be happy for you. So let's just drop it, yeah,' Harry said trying his very best to fake a grin.

Must've worked because Simon let go of Harrys wrist. Let him walk back into the flat. Let him drown in alcohol and whatever weird substance Cal had pulled out at quarter to 2.

Simon on the other hand told JJ he wasn't feeling it tonight. Told him that he was heading home, but if he needed a lift home to just call him.

JJ didn't bother asking. Decided to enjoy his night, would coax it out of the older boy the next morning.

When Simon got home he decided to do the one thing that'd give him peace. He called Talia, didn't really want to but he knew it was wrong. Of course he liked Talia, how couldn't he.

But the longer he stayed with her the longer he would be lying to her, to himself and most importantly

'You alright Si? Are you still at the party d'you want me-' her voice on the other line quickly cut off his train of thought.

'No I'm good, well I- can you come over please? S'important Talia,' he sighed.

After a few seconds of silence she replied 'course, I'll be there in 15.' Then she hung up and Simon just felt bad. He was making Talia leave the comfort of her flat at 3am so he could, so he could break up with her.