Turning off the shower, Simon threw on a pair of clean sweatpants and grabbed a towel to keep his hair from dripping as he ran for the door, from which there was frantic knocking. “I’m coming, alright? I’m coming!”
He wrenched the door open and peered out, instantly feeling like an arse for yelling and being impatient. Nathan was standing on the other side of the door looking like shit. He was roughed up pretty bad, blood covered half of his face and was crusted under his nose and his jacket was torn, even his clothes seemed covered in red. (x)
(Source: nathanyoungs, via everythingmisfits)
(Source: nathanyoungs, via r-r-robertsheehan-deactivated20)
