Having Simon as your roommate has been great. He’s home for maybe a week every month, sometimes even less. When he is home he’s always quiet and tidy. It’s practically as if you’re living alone but paying half the rent.

Getting Simon to open up has not been an easy route. Overtime though you’ve noticed little changes in him. Whenever he’d go grocery shopping, he’d buy whatever you ran out of. Whenever he left for work he left behind a note saying when he’d come back. One time he even left a note with his number for emergency’s.

So far you’ve been sending him memes. He’d read the messages and never respond, but you’d secretly hope there was a small smile on that stupidly handsome face.

You’re woken up by a bang tonight.

You roll over with a frown, it’s past 1 am. Simon should’ve been gone for four more days, but maybe it’s better that he’s home early.

Just as your eyes flickers back shut there another bang and a crash somewhere in the apartment. Groggily you sit up in bed, sending Simon a message.

keep it down would you? I have work tomorrow morning.

Simon look up from the files scattered over his desk when his phone pings, he’s about to ignore your message. Thinking it’s more memes you’re sending in the dead of the night. But when he reads your words he frowns.

I’m not home.

Your heart sinks. Simon isn’t home, but the footsteps for sure are in your living room.