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Take Me Home || Simon Minter

Requested - No, but as usual requests are open 💕

A/n - this imagine is unrelated to birthdays but I finished it last night and got excited about it so...happy birthday Simon ♍

Word count - 1,665

9.7.20
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I wake up to my phone buzzing somewhere near my head. Blindly reaching under my pillow, I grab it and slide it towards me, just close enough to read the caller ID. It's none other than Simon Minter, my ex-boyfriend. My first thought is that it's a butt dial, or that he'd gotten drunk and was calling to cry and apologize for how things ended. We'd been through it all, especially when we'd first separated. Neither of us had done it in a while, though, considering the break up was three or four months ago now. I debate whether or not to call back for a minute or so, but he calls again before I can decide. My finger hovers over the screen for a second before finally, I answer it.

"Hello?" I say softly, sitting up on the edge of my bed. Simon's laughter is loud and startles the hell out of me. After a moment or two, he gets quiet, giving me a few seconds to try and clear wake myself up a little more.

"Y/n, guess what?" he says, his words slurring together. He sounds almost drunk enough that he won't remember any of the night's events. I sigh quietly, hoping that he's alright. Our relationship didn't end on the best terms, but there were no hard feelings between us, not that I knew of anyway.

"What?" I ask as I stare out the window. My question is met by more giggling from Simon, to which I roll my eyes. Eventually, he mumbles something that I assume is a response, except I couldn't actually understand any of it.

"Excuse me?" I say, trying to get Simon to focus. He laughs again before sighing and becoming more serious.

"Can you come and pick me up?" he replies, suddenly sounding worried and desperate. Out of everything I'd been expecting of the call, this wasn't on the list. I scoff, reluctantly getting out of bed.

"Why?" I ask, flicking on the lights and starting to look for an outfit. I put my phone on speaker and start changing into a plain t-shirt and jeans. Then, I quickly take my phone into my bathroom so I could fix my hair. Simon remains silent for quite a bit, although I can't tell whether he's thinking or if he stopped paying attention.

"I'm lost," he says quietly, embarrassment evident in his voice. I chuckle to myself and pick the phone back up, taking it off speaker again as I start leaving my flat.

"Can't you call one of the boys?" I sigh, pacing by my front door. It's not like I don't want to help, but I do prefer avoiding awkward situations. Simon makes a couple of noises on the other end of the line before answering.

"They probably all went home already," he groans at the sudden realization. I quickly head for the lift, knowing that I was Simon's only option at this point.

"Josh wouldn't have let you just wander off," I say to Simon gently as I exit the lift and walk outside of my building. I hear him suck in a deep breath on the other end of the line.

"I told him I was going home," he replies, a hint of regret lingering in his words. As I get into my car, I put my phone on speaker again and begin thinking everything over.

"Why?" I ask carefully, trying to keep myself from sounding too annoyed. He sighs and stays silent for a minute while I shut my eyes.

"I wanted to take a walk alone," he says, obviously being vague on purpose. I just nod along and tap my fingers on the steering wheel. Finally, I start the car and grab my phone, ready to end the call.