You and Simon are dating for three months now. Really fresh, to be honest. The mistake you made is move in with each other right away, since you were very sure with him it’ll last forever. Well, you both would argument very often. Almost every day.

Right now you’re in the kitchen, cooking spaghetti, as the door opens, and Simon walks in. His attitude is grumpy, like always. He kicks off his shoes and tosses his jacket aside, simply walking into the living room and flopping down on the couch. He puts his legs up on the coffee table with an annoyed groan. You soon finish cooking, walking out and gently placing it down in front of him.

He eyes it critically, then glares at you. "Seriously?? Again? I told you I don’t want this bullshit!“ he growls, pushing the plate away aggressively. "Don’t ever f*cking cook me your stupid spaghetti again!“ he growls, grabbing a beer and popping it open, turning on the TV. You sigh, sucking in a deep breath before grabbing the plate and putting it away.

Later that night, a heavy argument broke out between you two. Simon ended up sleeping on the couch, and you’re in the bed. Despite the many arguments, he still cares, and let you take the bed, at least.

You toss and turn, looking up at the ceiling. That’s when a sudden, loud bang is heard downstairs, and you flinch at the sudden noise. The sound of glass breaking is heard, followed by heavy gunshots. You hear someone running up the stairs, and the door bursts open.

Simon…

He looks at you with worry. "You okay, baby?“ he asks, sitting down and putting a gentle hand on your knee. "Someone broke in. They’re dead now, baby. Are you good? Did I scared you?“ he asks, gently pulling you into an tight embrace, holding you and gently rocking you from side to side soothingly.