selfish | salia

Chapter 51

PLSSS i cried when i wrote 'my girl' later on in the chapter lmk if y'all notice it / like it CAUSE I DOOOOO

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ps this is probs one of my fav chapter ive written anyway enjoy

"I'm gonna miss Vegas," I say to Simon as we stand in line, waiting to board the plane that'll take us back to London after our jam packed week in Vegas, exploring and celebrating JJ's fight, despite the fact he ended up drawing with Logan. 

"Me too. It's been the best week I've had in a while, I'm gonna miss the privacy of it all."

"Well hey, why don't we treat ourselves to a little social media break for a couple of days when we get back? I'm sure no one would mind?" I suggested. 

"That would be nearly two weeks without posting a video...I can't do that to the fans I'm sorry Tee," he said reluctantly, giving my hand a squeeze as we shuffled forward. 

"It's alright, I should've known your answer already," I told him, sneaking a little sympathetic look across at him whilst he was looking out of the window. He was hardworking, my boy, and I knew he was before we had even started dating but I still worried that sometimes he worked a little too hard. 

"Tell you what - I'll take tomorrow off, we can do whatever. I know it's not another week...but it's something, right?" He asked suddenly, looking at me. 

"Wait, for real?" I asked, my excitement growing bigger by the minute. 

"For real! We can be lazy and lie in bed all day or just - do whatever you want. I mean it," he says, and I can tell from his voice he's being sincere.

"Simon Minter, I'd love to spend all day lying in bed and doing nothing with you," I tell him back, the two of us sharing an intimate moment before being interrupted by our friends, teasing us - mostly Simon about the PDA. 

"Seems like I'm not the only one who will be calling you a simp from now," I whisper across to him, breaking hands and skipping forward to walk with Freya whilst I imagine the look on his face back there. 

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"Hey simp! I mean, Simon!" Ethan calls across on the plane as we start to descent back towards the runway. My eyes are still closed but I keep the smirk to myself, instead focusing my attention on what they have to say. 

"Ethan, I swear to fuck I'll hit you," he warned, facing around in his seat to hear him out. "What do you want?"

"Just wondering if you're coming out drinking with us tonight, everyone's coming."

He doesn't reply for a second, and I have no idea why because my eyes are still closed. 

"Ahhh - uh, no, mate. I'm gonna go home with my girl tonight. Spend some time with her and shit."

My girl. He called me my girl. And for some reason, it sent butterflies straight down my spine, something as simple as two words. 

"Oh my god, you really are a simp! But okay, have fun you two and remember to use protection!" he called out, and now I could hear several people laughing along. Hell, I'd be laughing along if I wasn't pretending to be asleep right now. 

"Fuck off," I heard him mutter under his breath, but I could practically hear the grin on his face as he spoke. He wasn't mad. 

My breath hitched slightly when I felt his hand grace my leg, softly brushing over it in a soothing pattern. I knew I was going to have to wake up soon, we would land any minute now...