You were throwing up, beyond drunk in Simon's bathroom. He sighed, pulling you closer to his chest and for a minute he was stone cold sober.

"Can you stay over?" you coughed.

"I already told you. I think that you should get some rest." Simon chucked.

He knew he loved you then, but you never knew. Cause he played it cool when he was scared of letting go. He knew he needed you, but he never showed. He wants to stay with you until you're grey and old.