The Sidemen Project (Miniminter Fanfic)

Day 9

The car ride to the flat was mostly silent. I really needed a little vacation, because the Sidemen were a full time job. Even though my vacation was going to be with Harry and Callum squared. That wasn't important though. What was important was I just needed to forget what happened and try to enjoy myself.

We arrived at the flat, and after a silent car ride, I could use some noise.

"Let's have a party." I said as we climbed into the lift.

"What?" Harry's eyes widened, clearly not expecting anything of that sort. "Don't you think you should wait after what happened?"

"No Harold, I need to do stuff to keep my mind off it." The lift reached our floor and we walked down the stainless steel hallway and up to the flat door. I stopped at the door and turned to Harry. "Can't a girl just want some fun?"

Harry smiled and opened the door. I was immediately greeted by two smiling Callums.

"My boys!" I said.

"Hey Livy!" Callux said, squeezing me in a tight hug. Calsqueezy hugged me as well.

"Haroldinibog told us everything." Callum said, smiling sadly.

"Olivia here wants to have a party. It's to keep her mind off it all." Harry said, smirking big. The other boys cheered and whooped. "We can have it tomorrow night. Gotta clean up the flat a bit."
We all agreed, and Cal-squared went back to their recordings.

Harry and I went into his room. I collapsed on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

"You can sleep their tonight." He offered, "I'm sleeping on the couch."

I could tell by his voice that he really didn't want to sleep on the couch, but I was going to let him keep his pride.

"Okay, it's getting late anyways." I smiled, taking a good look around the room. When I first came in, I didn't really notice much, but now there were certain details that stood out. He had all his YouTube plaques lined up neatly on one wall. His bed sheets were tucked in victorian style, which was clearly something that he'd been doing since he was a kid, being from Guernsey and all. If you looked close enough in the crack of his closet door, you could see that the clothes hanging behind it were nearly coordinated and organized. That brought me to what I said next. "Hey Harry, do you have a t-shirt I could borrow?"

"Yup!" He smiled and walked over to his closet and pulled out a plain maroon t-shirt.

He tossed it to me and was about to leave, when I asked, "Where are you going?"

What? Are you dumb Olivia? Of course he's leaving to let you change... for fuck's sake.

Harry turned and raised his eyebrows in question. I just internally facepalmed and walked past him into the hallway bathroom. Now this was much different than Harry's bedroom, being as it was shared by all the boys. There was stuff strewn everywhere. I ignored my inner OC and quickly changed out of Simon's trackies and my tshirt.

"Fuck you Simon Minter." I said under my breath, pulling Harry's big maroon tee over my head. It was surprisingly soft. And it smelled like Harry. Harry always smelled of sandalwood and pine, unlike Simon who smelled like whatever cologne he decided to wear that day. I looked in the mirror and noticed my makeup was horribly smudged down my face. Glancing around the washroom, I spotted a box of Kleenex on top of the shelf. I grabbed a few and began rubbing at my eyes. All the while, I noticed that Harry tee was a bit too short, so whenever I would lift my arms up, you could see the underlinings of my black underwear. I tended to wear black underwear, I don't know why. Whatever. Once I was done scrubbing my raccoon eyes off, I pulled Harry's shirt down and left the bathroom. Harry was still in the bedroom when I came back. He was grabbing a duvet and a pillow from under his bed and was amid dragging them across the room when I walked in.

"Want some help?" I laughed. He looked up, smiled and then went back to dragging the duvet. What the hell, why not have some fun. I ran up to him and grabbed the pillow from under his arm.

"Thanks." He smirked. Then the real fun. The duvet he was dragging was a thick white winter one, seemingly heavy enough already, but he wasn't struggling anymore now that we wasn't also balancing a pillow. Fun. I tossed the pillow onto the floor and jumped on the duvet, sitting criss-cross on it so Harry was dragging me as well.

"Oi! Piss off!" He laughed, lifting the duvet up so I fell backwards.

"No you filthy bog!" I jumped back up to my feet and tackled Harry. He had about 6 inches on me so our height differences were weird. I ended up landing on top of him, my legs straddling his waist. This position wasn't exactly how I had planned it out.

"Oh um sorry." I said, us both blushing cherry red. I scurried off of him and stood up, brushing off my legs. We both stood there, extremely awkward.

"You know what children, I think it's time for bed." Calsqueezy said, walking into the living room, being the best interruption of interruptions. All three of us erupted in laughter and I began my tiny trek to Harold's bedroom.

"Goodnight boys!" I said, waving behind me.

"Nice underwear!" Harry yelled after me. I quickly pulled my shirt down and then stuck my middle finger up behind my back at him. The boys erupted into laughter again. I pulled my hair into a messy bun as I went into the room.

His room was the perfect sleeping temperature, where as Simon's was always really cold so we would have to cuddle to stay warm. The grip of Simon's strong arms around my chest. I held back a silent sob and hugged my chest, regretting that feeling instantly. It was so hard, being away from him like this. A part of me want to go running back to him, to melt into his arms, to run my hands through his short blonde hair.

But no. The other part, the majority I might add, was telling me that it wasn't okay that he hurt me that way. Stop acting like a victim, I am stronger than that. I wiped at my eyes and crawled under Harry's silk covers. Why the hell does he have silk covers? Whatever. I fell asleep fast, I'd had a long day.