Simon hated when you went drinking. He hated himself just as much for being a paranoid asshole. You’d never cheat on him, no of course not. Yet each time you went to a party without him he suddenly felt a gigantic pit in his stomach. Just thinking about you with someone else made him want to punch a wall.

Tonight that pit was there again as he waited impatiently in the car. You’d been at a friends house drinking, partying.. doing fuck all without him knowing what you did.

The drive was quiet until Simon couldn’t take it anymore and he snapped. The argument for heated quickly and he suddenly slammed the break, forcing you out of the car to walk home alone in the dark cold night, that could only be explained as a dangerous place.

You made it home after half an hour, dripping wet from the rain. You stumbled in through the door and saw Simon on the couch, his head in his hands as he slowly shook his head.

“Fuck, love. I’m real sorry.”

Was that tears? You’d never seen him cry before.

“I’m just so fucking paranoid. I know you’d never cheat on me I know that. But I just can’t shake the damn thought….you know?”