Its The Consequences Of His Own Actions - Tumblr Posts
part two of this
the bedroom is cold when simon wakes up, his lovely girl not tucked under his arm to keep him warm during the dark hours of the night. he doesn’t waste much time climbing out of bed and wandering through his flat to find you, his brain was telling him that something is off because you are never up this early
he finds you sat on his sofa, blank-faced and staring straight at his tv. you’re watching some show he can’t remember the name of but he remembers you calling it a comfort show, something you watch when everything is wrong but that show will always be right
you don’t acknowledge him when he leans down and places a kiss on the top of your head, ruffling your hair slightly before falling down next to you on the sofa. he doesn’t pay much attention to your ‘grumpiness’ instead choosing to just start watching your show next to you, his fingers playing with the hair on the back of your head
“johnny’s comin’ over later, luv. ya gonna hang around?” he asks after a few minutes, looking over at you but this time he doesn’t miss the way you clench your jaw before quickly relaxing it
“why? need to show him proof before he drops of your winnings?” you say, finally turning your head so he can see the very unimpressed and indifferent expression on your face. and for once in the whole time that he’s known you, you hold eye contact with him for more than a couple seconds
“what?” he asks you to repeat yourself but he heard you as clear as day, he’ll admit in his head that he’s stalling for time and silently pray you don’t actually know what he thinks you might know
“don’t take the piss out of me, simon.” you spit, the temper you had been working so hard on keeping in was beginning to slip out, and at him nonetheless. he knows in his brain that he needs to just come clean, he just isn’t sure that he wants to just yet
he opens his mouth to speak but you clench you jaw again, holding your hand up to cut him off
“and don’t lie to me because I will know. whatever you think you’re gonna hide from me, I promise you I will find it so just be honest with me. please.”
you’re trying your hardest to hold your anger at him but he can see you using all of your strength not to let him see that wobble in your lip and glossiness in your eyes
he takes a deep breath before looking down at your lap, noting having the courage to look you in your eyes before he reveals something that he knows will break you down like everyone else has been breaking you down your whole life
“when I came up to you, at the pub where we first met, johnny had bet me that I wouldn’t be able to get you to sleep with me in the next month and I decided to take that bet.” he finally admits and his eyes flick up to see you devastated expression and he now he just wishes he kept
you just stare at him, trying to keep your composure. you wrack your brain in some attempt to figure out a response to the awful truth about your relationship. luckily, for you, he decides to carry on speaking
“I know you ‘ave no reason to believe me now but I swear what we ‘ave now is real, luv. I love you so much and I never wanted you to find this out, especially like this. please, jus’ gimme a second chance.” he pleads and there’s a nervous look behind his usual steely eyes
“you think i’ve made it this far all by myself by giving the people that fuck me over second chances, simon?” you scoff, looking at him like you can’t believe he even has the audacity to ask you that. you don’t even give him a chance to respond before grabbing your already packed back that was hiding down the side of the sofa
“next time you think about deciding to bother me with your bullshit, fucking don’t. I was perfectly happy by myself, safe from shit like this but then you had to come and make me fall in love with you just so you could what? completely destroy any hope I had that maybe I was worthy of a loving relationship?”you say with a tremble in your voice
“m’sorry, lovie… I really am.” is all he can bring himself to say, and he knows it’s a pathetic fucking excuse at an apology
“fuck you and fuck your sorry, simon.” you spit at him before storming out of his flat, slamming the door loud enough to shake the walls of the flat you just left him completely alone in