ONE

He was gorgeous. Black hair pushed back by gel, blue eyes. Tattoos littered his body and for some strange reason, he seemed to find that beautiful. As Simon Minter watched the other boy throw his t-shirt over his shoulder, he couldn't help but wonder why he suddenly found a member of the same sex attractive? Was this his brains own weird way for getting over Cleo?

As Simon's teeth bit down on his lip he watched the boy walk towards his friend, he was named Jack. The two boys smacked their hands together in a weird hand shake before the boy turned towards Simon who was currently pulling on his t-shirt.

"You're a good player, didn't expect you to be so good," The boys voice was low, and husky and Simon felt something low his stomach as the tattooed boy leaned closer, a strand of hair falling out of place, dangling right in front of his eyes.

"Whats your name, posh boy?" He asks Simon.

"S-Simon Minter," The blonde answers, unable to meet the slightly taller boys gaze.

"Interesting," Replies the other boy, he holds out his hand. Simon cautiously places his in the other boys hand and finally their blue eyes meet, "Welcome to the University of Hull football team,"

Simon's lips curved into a smile as the locker rooms erupted into cheers and claps from the rest of the team, "Thank you," Simon smiled, shaking the boys hand.

"Names Connor by the way, Connor Hartland," The black haired boy smiles, hand slipping from Simon's before he walked back towards his locker.

Simon couldn't stop grinning, even after he'd left the changing rooms, and the football team behind. He needed to find out more about the team Captain, he felt such a pull towards him and he wanted to-

Simon bumped into someone, his grin faltering as he turned to look at the person.

"Sorry dude," The other boy says, noticing how fierce Simon looked.

Simon just nodded, he watched the other kid scurry away and he couldn't help but indulge in that power, the power he'd had over people since he was a Year 8 student.

"Seems you got quite the stare, pretty boy," The voice came the direction Simon was headed before the boy bumped into him.

Simon's head flicks round and the corners of his lips curve up at the sight of the black haired boy.

"Cigarette?" Connor offers as he sits down on the wall. Simon frowns, he'd tried one once, it didn't go well.

"I'm good," Simon says, eyes looking at the boy that sat on the wall in front of him. Sitting down on the wall, Connor was the same height as Simon.

"Suit yourself," Connor mutters as he lights the cigarette between his lips.

"They'll kill you, you know," Simon says, he steps forwards, he wants to sit on the wall but he hasn't the confidence to copy Connor, so he simply leans against it.

"Fuck it, I'll just live my life while I got it, right?" Connor asks, taking a drag.

"Right," Simon mutters.

"So, posh boy," Connor starts but Simon looks round at him.

"I'm not, I'm not a posh boy," Simon says and Connor shrugs.

"You seem it, waltzing in with your brand new shin pads and boots? Plus you just got that look, what colour is your hair? Silver?" Connor asks, blowing smoke into the air.

"Yeah, its silver, and I don't know, it was a going away gift from my mum," Simon tells him, "What accent is that?"

"Irish," Connor mutters, eyes glancing at the boy beside him, "How many girls you fucked so far? I mean, we've been here 30 days, a whole month, thats a girl a night in some lads eyes,"

"I've...I've not fucked any," Simon whispers and Connor laughs, practically cackling as he leans back, nearly toppling off the wall.

"What? Whats funny?" Simon frowns.

"Whats the matter with ya'? You a virgin?"

"No! No way, I...I just, I guess you could say I had this girlfriend and I'm not really over her, you know?" Simon says, he didn't know why he was telling Connor this, after all, he was a stranger.

"Fuckin' hell, you really are a lost cause, huh?" Connor jokes, nudging Simon with his elbow, "Just grab yourself a hot babe and fuck her, you'll be over that girlfriend in no time,"

"Its not that simple, I loved her," Simon says and Connor rolls his eyes.

"Love is an illusion," Connor says, his eyes staring into Simon's, "Love, love, you know what love is? Love is an illusion created by lawyer types like yourself to perpetuate another illusion called marriage to create the reality of divorce and then the illusionary need for divorce lawyers,"

"What was that?" Simon laughs, he couldn't help but chuckle at how serious Connor was all of a sudden.

"That, my friend, is a quote," Connor says and Simon's eyebrows raise.

"From what? From you?"

"From one of the best 80s movies ever," Connor says, "St Elmo's Fire,"

"Who?"

"You're jokin' right?" Connor asks.

"Nah," Simon mutters and Connor hops off the wall, dropping his cigarette on the floor and crushing it with his boot.

He grabs Simon's ear and pulls him, "C'mon you idiot, we're gonna go watch it,"

"Was there something other than tobacco in that cigarette?" Simon laughs, shoving Connor's hand off his poor ear.

"Maybe," Connor smiles, leading Simon to his dorm. Connor and Simon happened to be in the same building, and they were only a floor apart. Connor unlocked his door and they stepped inside the room.

"Sit your basic ass down and I'll find the dvd," Connor says, pulling a big box from under his bed that was filled to the brim with DVDs.

"Holy shit," Simon mutters, seeing a signed Leeds shirt in a frame hanging on the wall, "You're a fucking Leeds fan?"

"Yeah, my da' is from Leeds," Connor says.

"I'm a Leeds fan too," Simon says, sitting on the small sofa Connor owned.

"Here we are," Connor grins, revealing the dvd.

He puts it on his PS4 and plays it through that, sitting next to Simon as he kicks off his shoes and shrugs off his leather jacket.

"Relax," Connor laughs, smacking his hand playfully on Simon's shoulder as the movie starts, "Want a drink?"

"Oh, yeah sure," Simon says, watching Connor open his mini fridge and he passes Simon a can of cola.

"Are you ready to watch one of the most iconic movies of the 80s?" Connor asks Simon, eyes meeting. Simon smiled as the boy beside him did.

"Fuck yeah,"

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Bro

Broooooooooo

you have no idea how excited i am for this like legit

i hope you enjoyed this first chapter, yeah, i dove straight into writing and posting this bitch so here y'all go, enjoy!

also yes, connor is very different to most ocs i write. he enjoys smoking, drinking and drugs a lot. he is heavily tattooed and wears punk style clothes and loves heavy metal, rock and 80s movies. He is one of my favourite ocs purely because he is so different.

anyway, i hope your ready cos those Simon x Cleo feels will be hittin hard again v v soon, plus the new ship, Connor x Simon is fittin to break your hearts sooo get fookin ready m8

much love to the most Savage fam on Wattpad!

~lachys-loch
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