𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐎𝐘 [𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖]

seven

(PLAY SONG: LEAVE THE LIGHT ON BY TOM WALKER)

It was around 3pm when the guys eventually started filing out of Harry's apartment, but there was still no sign of Simon. At this point the boy had been gone for around 4 hours, and Harry was getting increasingly worried. He'd decided that he was going to go out to look for his fake lover, but just as he was pulling one of Simon's hoodies over his head his phone started ringing.

*UNKNOWN CALLER*

"Hello?" Harry spoke down the phone.

"Harry? It's Simon."

A huge wave of relief washed over Harry as he heard Simons soft voice through the phone.

"Where are you? Wait, that's not even my first question, how did you get my number?" Harry rambled.

Simon let out a chuckle, "I have my ways, sweetheart, I'm just on my way back from a kill."

Harry almost choked on his own spit.

"At 3 in the afternoon? Are you mental?!" Harry shouted down the phone. Simon reassured him, saying it was something that needed to be done and Harry didn't need to worry about it, but that didn't make Harry feel any better. By the time Simon was walking through Harry's front door, the boy was a nervous wreck pacing up and down his flat. Simon obviously picked up on this, and made a move to block the doorway to stop Harry from pacing.

"What's wrong?" Simon asked, clearly concerned. Harry just shook his head and continued to pace, cracking his fingers and staring at the floor. After two minutes of this, Simon got tired and stopped in front of Harry once again, holding his hands so he couldn't go back to his pacing.

"I asked you a question." Simon said, raising his eyebrow.

"I was so worried about you!" Harry shouted, making Simon jump unexpectedly.

"You....what?" Simon replied, clearly at a loss for words.

"You were here when I went to sleep and gone when I woke up! I haven't heard anything from you all day Simon, I thought you'd died!" Harry exclaimed, shaking his hands about frantically. Simon huffed and grabbed the boys hands once again, and Simon could've swore he saw Harry's shoulders relax like he was relieved.

"But I'm here now, right?" Simon said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't do that to me again." Harry said, his voice breaking like he was about to fall apart. Simon smiled, though it didn't reach his ears, and wrapped one arm around Harry's waist to pull him into a hug, the other rubbing soothing circles into Harry's back.

"Shhh, you're safe, I'm safe, I've got you," Simon whispered in Harry's ear, swaying from side to side in an attempt to further relax the smaller boy. After a few minutes of swaying and Simon whispering sweet nothings into Harry's ear, it didn't take a genius to realise that Harry had fallen asleep. The Shadow Boy shook his head and picked Harry up bridal style, carrying him over to the sofa where the boy immediately snuggled into the cushions.

Simon tiptoed out of the room and rushed off to find Harry's favourite blanket, not being able to bare the thought of Harry being cold. After finding said blanket, he rushed back into the room and made his best efforts to cover the boy up.

But something still wasn't right.

Cuddle him, Simon, you know you want to.

No.

You know your not going to settle until you know he's sleeping alright.

Fine.

With a groan, Simon knew that his brain was right. He wasn't going to be able to relax until he knew that Harry was comfortable. With that said, he climbed across the couch and slumped down next to Harry, sliding an arm under the blanket to wrap it around Harry. The boy immediately snuggled into Simons touch, which made Simon feel all warm and cosy inside, a feeling he couldn't understand. Simon cracked out a yawn and shut his eyes, beginning to doze off into sleep when he heard Harry speak so quietly he wasn't actually quite sure if he heard it properly.

"Love you, Si."

Shit.

Simon woke up after what felt like a years sleep, only to find that Harry was still deep in slumber.

And they were in a very different position to what Simon remembered.

Simon was now laid flat on his back, Harry's head on his chest, with an arm going across Simons stomach and a leg wrapped around his waist. The dirty blonde tried his hardest to fight off a smile, but it wasn't working. He began to unconsciously thread his fingers through Harry's hair until the boy woke up, slowly lifting his head up the look at Simon.

"Hey." Simon whispered.

"Hey yourself," Harry grinned, "what time is it?"

After a lot of awkward shuffling in an attempt to reach his phone, he finally grabbed it from his pocket.

"9pm."

Harry let out a whine, making Simon raise his eyebrows at him.

"But we didn't even get to go out tonight."

"We can always make time, sweetheart."

Harry grinned at this and jumped up from the sofa, running down the hallway to his room to find some appropriate clothing for his favourite time of day. Simon just slowly sat up and waited for the Guernsey boy to return, not knowing wether to love or hate Harry's new found excitement in killing and robbing those who deserved it.

When Harry eventually returned, he was wearing one of Simon's adidas hoodies with plain black joggers, to which Simon rolled his eyes but stood up anyway. But as they walked out of Harry's apartment into the crisp November cold, Simon noticed something he'd never noticed before.

Harry's eyes were no longer a dull, lifeless void of grey.

They were an ocean of vibrant, sea blue that Simon wanted to get lost in forever.

Crap, Simon thought as he waited for Harry to pick between two houses.

He was in love.

A/N

Whaaaaaat? Two updates in two days? What is this madness?

-Phoenix <3