The Sidemen Project (Miniminter Fanfic)

Day 5

I woke with a start. I could barely breathe. Sweat beading all over my forehead and chest. I fumbled over the end table in the dark for the lamp. Flipping the lamp on, I got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I stared into the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot. I must of been crying. Then I remembered my dream. I turned and raced back into the room. Simon lay peaceful back in bed. I exhaled deeply and went back into the bathroom. After splashing water onto my face for a while, I slowly crawled back into bed.

"What's wrong?" Simon's husky voice cut through the silence of the night.

"I-I-I just had a nightmare." I stuttered.

"Well. I'm right here." He wrapped his arms around me.

"Yes. Yes you are." And with that, I fell back asleep.

I woke up at around 7:30. My usual time to get up. Without even putting on any shirt, I wandered downstairs in Simon's trackies and my black lace bra. I would pick up dirty laundry as I walked down the hall and to the kitchen. There were dishes everywhere and I'm pretty sure half the food had gone bad.

Starting with that, I threw out all the bad food. Pizza boxes were stacked on the island. I threw them out as well. By the time Simon came downstairs at about 9, the kitchen seemed almost normal. He handed me a shirt silently and I slipped it on.

"Thanks." I pecked him on the nose.

"No prob. Look what you've done with the place!" He glanced around at the clean kitchen. Whilst cleaning the kitchen I had noticed that there were barely any plates or cups in the cupboards. So I found one of my moving boxes of china and began to put that in the cupboards. "Let me help you." He lightly pushed me away from the cupboard and began the task himself.

"No. Let us help you." I turned at the voice and in the doorway stood the boys.

"Okay then." I smirked. "Jj and Ethan, can you go throughout the house and put all stray clothes in these trash bags. I have a lot of laundry to do." I tossed them the trash bags. They happily smiled and began to collect clothes. "Tobi, can you call Harry, Callum and the other Callum to come help?" Tobi nodded and pulled out his phone. "Josh, can you pick up all the trash please?" I tossed him another trash bag.

"Finally, someone who understands organization." He said, exasperated.

"And Vikk, you need to go clean your room." I laughed. He blushed and scurried upstairs.

By noon, the house was somewhat orderly. We ordered pizza and watched a movie in the nicely clean living room. We watched Wolf of Wall Street. Old. But not really. After the movie, the guys had to record. So I just sat on Simon's bed on my phone while he recorded, just out of the way of his facecam. He was opening a pack for FIFA and got a blue Ronaldo from a TOTY pack. He shouted excitedly, slamming his chair back and practically tackling me. We were both knocked back into the frame of the facecam. He began to fiercely tickle me and I attempted to push him but I was laughing too hard. I finally got him off, gasping for air.

"Si-si-SIMON!" I laughed. He finally stopped. Then I noticed he was live streaming. The chat blew up. "Oh god."
I whispered. Simon sat back in his chair and pulled me into his lap.

"So guys. This is my girlfriend Olivia Hughes. Jj calls her Olive." He kissed my cheek. The chat exploded with comments like:

"Isn't that Kiera Anderson and BajanCanadian's daughter?"

"How dare she take my Simon!?!"

"She's ugly!"vs"No! She's gorgeous!"

"Congrats Simon, hope she's as cool as her dad." Etc.

He shut down the live stream after a while of more gaming.

"So. BajanCanadian? ClassicKiera?"

"Yeah. My parents." I sheepishly looked at my feet.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I mean, they're great people. I'm just not like them. At all. My mom is a Yorkshire born American and my dad is a Canadian born American. They are just genuinely boring."

"Well. I used to watch your moms videos. Back when I was really young."

"Simon?" I sat down on the bed.

"What babe?" He sat next to me.

"How old are you?"

"Ummm. I'm 28."

"Well I'm 19." He looked down as I said it.

"If you don't like the age difference, I understand." He said gloomily.

"No no no. It's just that my mom....kinda had a thing with Josh like  24 years ago. When they were both younger."

"I'm sorry you have to carry that weight. But don't feel like that has to change anything. I love you Olivia Anderson Hughes. Nothing can change that."

"I love you too. Almost as much as I love pie. Almost."