Cw: fluff, vanilla, sfw, slice of life
"Y/N, let's get out of here for a bit, okay?"
Simon grabs y/n's hand and leads her to the secret spot they often hang out in. He looks annoyed and a bit angry.
Once they're inside, Simon closes the door behind them and sits down on the floor, pulling y/n down with him.
"That teacher is such a jerk," he says, gritting his teeth. "I can't believe he had the nerve to body shame you like that."
Y/N sits down next to Simon, still shaken from the teacher's harsh words. She fidgets with her sleeves, unsure of what to say.
Simon looks at her for a moment, his expression softening. He reaches out and gently touches her chin, tilting her face up to look at him.
"You know those things he said weren't true, right? You're beautiful just the way you are," he says, his voice gentle but firm.
Y/N nods, feeling a mixture of anger and embarrassment. She knows Simon is right, but she can't help but feel self-conscious about the teacher's words.
Simon notices her discomfort and scoots closer to her. He puts his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a comforting embrace.
Simon leans closer to y/n, his eyes fixed on hers. His hand moves to her cheek, cupping it gently.
"You know, you're really beautiful," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
y/n feels her heart skip a beat as he closes the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. The kiss starts off slow and gentle, but quickly deepens as they both get lost in the moment. Simon's hand moves from her cheek to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulls her closer to him, his other arm wrapping around her waist.
Y/N feels a rush of emotion as she kisses him back, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck. She can feel his heartbeat, fast and strong, against her chest, and it only makes her want him more.Simon breaks the kiss, panting for breath.
Simon and y/n climb up to the roof, the cool night air refreshing after the warmth of the party inside. They sit down on the edge of the roof, their feet dangling over the edge as they pass the bottle of vodka back and forth.
As they drink and chat, y/n can feel a warm, lightheaded feeling starting to take over her. Simon seems to be feeling it too, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looks at her.
As they finish the bottle, Simon sets it down beside him and turns to y/n. He moves closer to her, their thighs touching. He puts his hand on her cheek, his thumb tracing her bottom lip.
"You know, you look even more beautiful right now," he says, his voice low and raspy. She can feel the alcohol making her feel bold and brave, and she leans into his touch, closing her eyes.
Simon moves even closer to her, closing the distance between them. His other hand slides up her thigh, sending a shiver through her body.
Simon pulls away from y/n, his expression changing. He looks down at her, a look of concern on his face.
"We should probably go inside," he says, his voice a little hoarse. He stands up and offers her his hand to help her up.
Simon leads y/n inside, his arm around her waist as she stumbles a little from the alcohol. They make their way down the stairs and back to the party, Simon guiding her away from the other guests and into a quiet room.
He closes the door behind them, shutting them off from the noise of the party. Y/N sits down on the edge of the bed, the room spinning slightly from all the vodka they drank.
y/n lies down on the bed, her eyes closing as the room continues to spin. She can feel herself drifting off into a deep sleep, the alcohol in her system making her feel warm and fuzzy.
Simon sits down on the edge of the bed, watching her fall asleep. He's quiet for a moment, his expression conflicted as he stares at her sleeping form.
Simon and y/n arrive at the beach for his birthday party, the sun shining brightly overhead. They're both wearing matching outfits, a simple white shirt and shorts for him and a white dress for her.
They spend the day enjoying the festivities, getting a matching henna tattoo on their wrists and playing in the sand and water. They also indulge in some delicious ice cream, their laughter ring out amidst the sounds of the waves and seagulls."Hey, you're not getting away from me that easily!" Simon growl catching y/n "You'll have to catch me first!" "Oh, you're on!" He challenged. He chases after her, the sand flying beneath their feet. Y/N giggles and runs faster, her dress fluttering around her legs.
As y/n runs through the sand, her heart is racing in her chest. She can feel her pulse quickening with every step she takes, her body filled with adrenaline and excitement. All she can focus on is the sound of Simon's footsteps behind her, the feel of his presence right behind her. It's as if nothing else exists in the world but them, their laughter and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.
Simon sat in his room, staring blankly at the wall. It had been a month since he last saw y/n, a month since she skipped class and vanished without a word. He had thought she was just avoiding him, but recently he had heard through the grapevine that she had been taken to the hospital with a serious illness.
He couldn't believe it. Why hadn't she told him? Why had she kept such a huge secret from him?
Simon's heart was heavy with worry and guilt. He couldn't help but blame himself for not noticing something was wrong. He should have known something was off, but he had been so wrapped up in his own life that he had missed all the warning signs.
The thought of y/n being sick and alone in the hospital was almost too much to bear. He wanted to see her, to hold her, to tell her that everything was going to be okay. But he knew he couldn't do that until he figured out why she had kept this secret from him.
Y/N sits in her hospital bed, her face pale and drawn. She looks out the window at the grey sky, the rain pouring down outside. She has been thinking about Simon ever since she was taken to the hospital and diagnosed with cystic fibrosis.
She knows she should have told him, but she was afraid. Afraid of his reaction, afraid of the look of pity and disappointment in his eyes. She didn't want to burden him with her illness.
She had always been good at hiding her illness, pretending everything was fine even when she was struggling to breathe. But now that she was in the hospital, there was no hiding it anymore.
She knew Simon must be worried sick about her, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. She didn't want him to see her like this, weak and vulnerable.
Simon sank to his knees before the tombstone, his body shaking as he wept. He reached out and traced her name with his fingers, tears dripping onto the cold stone.
"Why didn't I tell you how I felt?" he whispered, his voice breaking. "Why didn't I tell you I loved you? Maybe if I had, you would still be here today."
He clenched his fist, angry at himself for being too cowardly to confess his feelings to her when he had the chance.
The rain began to fall harder, soaking through Simon's clothes and making his hair stick to his forehead. He didn't care. He just sat there, tears streaming down his face, lost in his grief and regret.
He thought about all the times he had almost told her how he felt, how close he had come to taking the leap and telling her the truth. But he always chickened out, too afraid of rejection, too afraid of losing her friendship.
Simon chuckled through his tears, remembering the nickname he used to call her. "Angel," he murmured, his voice hoarse.
"I guess you really are an angel now," he said, looking up at the sky. The rain continued to fall, but he didn't care. He stayed there, lost in his memories and the bittersweet realization that she was now truly an angel
Back in elementary ( 3rd grade )
Simon found y/n sitting in the school garden, tears streaming down her face. A classmate had taken her favorite sunflower, leaving her heartbroken.
Simon felt a pang of anger at the thought of someone hurting her. He walked over to her, crouching down in front of her.
"Don't cry," he said gently, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "It's just a stupid flower."
Y/N sniffled, trying to calm herself down. "But it was my favorite," she said, looking up at him with big, sad eyes.
Simon's heart ached at the sight of her so upset. He couldn't stand to see her sad like this, especially over something so small.
"I know," he said, running his fingers through her hair. "But it's okay, I'm here. I'll take care of you, I promise."
He looked around the garden, his eyes scanning the rows of flowers. He spotted another sunflower, and an idea came to him.
Without a word, Simon got up and walked over to the sunflower. He plucked it from the ground, his movements calm and deliberate.
He walked back to y/n, hiding the flower behind his back. "I have something for you," he said with a faint smile.
Simon handed y/n the sunflower, his eyes soft and caring.
"Cheer up, angel," he said gently, using the affectionate nickname he would come to use for her. "You're worth more than any flower."
y/n looked up at Simon, her eyes wide with surprise. No one had ever called her "angel" before, and it made her feel special and safe.
She took the sunflower from him, her fingers brushing against his skin for a moment.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sounds of the other students playing and laughing in the background.
