selfish | salia

Chapter 55

The end is near....

"So...what did you think, now that we're alone," I ask Simon, around two in the morning because everyone had stayed up and celebrated the release of my new song last night. 

"I can now add 'has a proper song written about me' to my resume," he grinned, propping himself up on his elbow to look at me properly. 

"A proper song?"

"Well, I'm sure as hell not counting Deji's disstrack as a proper song," he laughed, and it set me off too. 

"Okay...you have a point."

"No, but seriously I really loved it," he said softly, his attitude and demeanour changing swiftly. "It was really well written, and the rhythm you went with fit the vibe so well...definitely not what I was expecting when you told em the song title, but it worked so well. And the lyrics...man, don't even get me started on the lyrics. Not at two in the morning because I will cry and I don't want to cry," he said, trying to laugh it off. 

"If you wanna cry, then cry. I'm not one to judge you for it."

"I'm not going to cry on command, but...fuck. I love you so fucking much, and I - I, it was just nice knowing that you love me back the same amount too," he said, choking up slightly. And after his words I felt like crying too. 

"Of course I love you back the same...if not more, Simon. You are the love of my life, and I hope I'm yours too because I mean it when I say I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I really do."

"Well fuck you, because now I really am crying," he cursed, burying his head into the sheets in between us. I reached my hand out, running my fingers through his hair in a circular motion, hoping it would be calming to him. 

It seemed to have the right effect because he lifted his head up moments later, his eyes slightly red but no tear marks present. 

"I'm okay now," he said quietly, shooting me a small grin to let me know he really was telling the truth. 

 -

DECEMBER 14TH

"We have a date! For the new apartment! December seventeenth!" Simon said enthusiastically, walking into his room very early in the morning. I had only woken up fifteen minutes ago. 

If I had been tired before, I was tired no longer. 

"Simon, what?!" I asked in shock, jumping to my feet despite the lack of clothing. 

"What do you mean Simon what? I said we're moving in on the seventeenth!"

"Simon, that's this fucking Friday, you've given us no time to pack anything!" I say, my stress levels already through the rood. 

"Nah, we'll get it done. Trust me. Besides, everyone else is moved out, this house is too big for the three of us."

"Point granted, but three days is not enough time to move places...shit, why did I leave you in charge of this?" I groaned, running a hand through my hair in panic. Absolutely no way this was happening in three days. Not combined with our jam packed schedules. 

"Yes we will! Stop fretting," he said calmly, way too calm for my liking. 

"Simon, I have to record videos this week, so do you! Don't you have a podcast with Alfie to film or something? And a Sidemen video?"

"Already postponed the Alfie podcast, and I'm not gonna be in the new Sidemen Sunday. Neither is JJ. They've got the two Cal's to stand in for us."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me, please say you're joking," I complain, desperately praying this was some sort of prank. 

"I'm not joking! We are actually literally moving on Friday. But hey, at least your stuff is already packed. I'm kinda glad you're a procrastinator and got it done early, makes our job so much easier."

"You know what? I am going to go and make myself some breakfast, downstairs, away from you, so I don't go off my head because of this unnecessary stress you've landed me with, okay?"

I walk straight past him, and down the stairs to the kitchen. I assume that JJ's still asleep, it is only ten in the morning, I'm half surprised that Simon is even awake at this time. 

I put the kettle on and sit at the island as it boils, burying my head into my hands. I let out a short, strangled laugh. In what world did three days seem like an appropriate amount of time to move house? It completely made me question if Simon actually had any common sense at all...it wouldn't surprise me if he didn't, honestly. 

The kettle boiled and I made myself some coffee, risking burning my tongue and chugging it down my throat, just wanting to be alert and awake. It seemed like the next three days were going to be very busy indeed. 

Taking a deep breathe I put my mug in the sink, making a mental note to clean it up later today. I walked back up the stairs and back into Simon's room, where I found him in the middle of his clothes on the floor. 

"Packing your wardrobe up?" I ask, hovering over him. 

"Yeah...sorry for springing it on you so quick, I know you get stressed easy. I should've made it longer," he apologised. 

"Don't worry about it. We'll manage - here, move over a little bit so I can come and help. We'll get this done so much quicker if it's the two of us," I smile, sitting down next to him and starting to fold his clothes up, putting them in a box straight after. 

We finish packing his clothes just before eleven, which isn't bad for us. Simon starts to sort his setup out, and I go back down to the kitchen to pack up all of our kitchenware, bubble wrap and everything. There's still no sound from JJ's room, which isn't great because he hasn't started packing yet, but Simon assures me it'll all work out. I choose to believe him for right now. 

I wash up the mug that I vowed to earlier, before my phone starts vibrating on the side. Incoming call from Sophie!

"Hey Soph! This is a lovely surprise," I say, propping her up against the wall as I wipe my hands dry. 

"It is! Simon told me you're both moving into your new place soon! I just thought I'd see how you're doing, how you're getting on," she said, smiling as Herb popped up on the screen. 

"Hi Herb! And things are - okay? I won't lie, I only found out we were moving in three days this morning, so it's been stressful, but I think we'll manage. We're just going to have to have a long sleep after it," I say, laughing as I dig the bubble wrap out. "I'm currently packing away the kitchen, so it's gonna be takeaways for the next three night."

"Yeah but takeaways are fine! And when I'm back in London I'll be coming round, Simon's told me so much about it!"

"I'm sure he has, I think he loves that place more than he loves me," I joke. 

"How are you feeling about JJ being there too? Are you alright with that? I know Simon was kinda worried about telling you that part."

"Honestly at first it was a massive shock, because it's not what I had in mind when I thought about us living together, but right now I'm absolutely fine with it. They're best friends, JJ is like a brother to me, so it'll be fine. I just hope he doesn't do any scream worthy videos later at night because I will not be having it."

"Ooooh scary Talia. Shiver me timbers," she jokes, pulling a funny face.

I hear Harry call out for her in the background, and only a second later she apologises, telling me she has to go. 

"I'll speak to you soon. It was so nice catching up! Love you!" I said, pressing the end button and getting back to packing up. 

We only had three days but we could do this...right?