In which Simon can’t sleep at night because you’re travelling and he misses you.
Requested? Yes. I’m slowly but surely getting through all 23 requests 😳😳
As soon as you walked out of your meeting, books and binders held in your arms messily, you could finally check your phone. It had been going off for a while and you wondered what in hell could have been going on that someone needed to contact you so desperately. At first your phone had rung, after which you put it on silent against your will, but it kept vibrating, so you had to turn it on ‘Do Not Disturb’ in the end.
Stepping outside into the busy streets of New York City and waving around for a cab, you quickly unlocked your phone.
5 new text messages from Si 💕
2 missed calls from Si 💕
You quickly checked your watch to see what time it was, and then did the mental math to work out what time it was back in England, where your long term boyfriend was.
Simon was struggling a little to be alone. I mean, he was still living with the rest of the boys, but he claimed that without you there, it didn’t feel right. Simon wasn’t usually the type to feel clingy, but hen you weren’t within a fifteen minute drive, it seemed like he needed to tell you he missed you every time a minute passed.
You pouted down at your screen as you read his texts, standing on the edge of the road and listening to all the cabs drive by.
I miss you baby 💕💕
When are you coming home? I want to cuddle xx
Where are you right now? When will you have wifi again?
The boys say they miss you too
Pls come home soon 💔xxx
It honestly broke your heart to see how upset he felt when you weren’t there. You looked up and waved at a cab, who flashed his bright lights at you to say he was coming your way. You looked down again and decided to call Simon.
He picked up after the ringer only went off twice.
'Y-N?’ Simon said straight after answering the call.
'Hey Si,’ You said with a sigh and ruffled your hair, letting the cold air pass through. It was overly hot in the meeting room, but you didn’t want to ask to open the windows in case someone else was cold. There was a lady from India sitting next to you, who still had her winter coat on.
'I’m sorry, were you in a meeting?’ He asked. His gorgeous deep voice suited his thick British accent, and for a second it felt like you were home again. You had gotten used to all the thick American accents by now.
'Yeah, I was. It was probably the longest meeting ever,’ You rolled your eyes although he couldn’t see it. 'What are you doing, why are you still awake?’ You asked.
'I can’t sleep,’
'Si, it’s five in the morning there. Usually you’d be asleep by now.’ Concern laced your tired voice.
'I know, but the bed is cold and I don’t have my perfect, beautiful girlfriend to curl up to. I really miss you, Y-N.’ He croaked, and sniffed at the end.
'Are you crying?’ You almost whispered, feeling your own bottom lip tremble.
'W-when are you coming home again?’ He avoided my question, knowing that it would upset me if he told me the truth.
'Tomorrow night. It’s only a couple more hours, love.’ I forced myself to smile as I sat down in the cab and quickly told him the hotel I was staying at. 'I’m in a cab right now, and when I’m at the hotel I’ll have wifi again so we can FaceTime.’ I told him, excited to see his handsome face.
'I’m not sure you want to see me right now,’ He uttered throatily.
'Simon, I don’t care if you’re crying or if it’s dark in your room. Of course I still want to see your lovely face and your lovely blue eyes and your soft blonde hair. Oh my God, I miss you so much.’ I whispered the last part, tears completely covering my eyes now. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and let the tears run down my face freely.
'I love you,’ Simon whispered back equally softly. You sniffed your nose and smiled, telling yourself to calm down.
'I love you too, I’ll call you in about fifteen minutes, okay?’
'Okay, bye-bye.’ He said and I could almost hear the weak smile in his voice.
Writing this made me a little emotional :(