Concussion •Miniminter•

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      It seemed like something was bothering Simon that night. I had noticed he was quiet and all, and that the eventful day made him tired, but it felt like there was more. Something that was on the back of his mind that was bothering him. I didn't want to ask him, as I hadn't personally known him that long. Maybe it was just a mood he was in that night, and maybe I'm just thinking too much.

I always think too much; about my past, about my future, about YouTube, about Simon.

Ever since I saw him on my phone screen for the first time, I had a crush on him. Was it a fangirl crush? Of course it was. Is it a fangirl crush now? I'm not sure what it is now. Whatever it is, I'm still in love with him.

Maybe it was because of that almost-kiss in his car, why we was bothered. What even was that "kiss"? It wasn't meaningful I know that. He only felt sorry.

     Or maybe because he's worried about the match, which was now only two days away.

     Maybe it was because he wasn't with his other mates who he'd known forever, and was more comfortable around them than me. I mean I can see that, I'm an awkward bean, and he's just an awkward bean around girls. That's probably why he was quiet.

Because he's a shy bean.

    
     I slowly woke up from my thoughts in my dreams and just laid there, eyes closed.

He is a shy bean.

     I could hear the air conditioning constantly humming throughout the rooms of the hotel, making good white noise for sleep. I moved my pinkie, feeling the presence of the brace. I also heard Jay snoring to my left- wait, Jay doesn't snore. And he would be snoring from my right, not left. I groggily propped myself up on my elbows, the rustling of a crisp bag scaring me. I looked to my left to see a shirtless Simon tucked into his sheets, snoring like an idiot.

     I never left last night, I thought. I was still in Simon's room. Crap! Jay is probably wondering where I am! I quickly searched for my phone, rustling the sheets under me, and soon realizing my phone was on the floor. I picked it up and turned on my phone, seeing Jays messages.

Jay the Gay: hey I'm back to our room

Jay the Gay: hello?

Jay the Gay: I have a feeling you fell asleep in Simons room

Jay the Gay: I hope that's all ur doing jkjkjk u know better

Jay the Gay: well goodnight I guess 💤 💤 💤

     "Good morning," I heard the groggy voice say in the bed next to me, which startled me and made me fumble with my phone.

     "Jesus I didn't know you were awake now," I chucked holding a hand over my heart.

     "Well, you loudly rustling with the sheets waked me," he said in his morning voice. I quietly let out a breath. That is the sexiest voice I've ever heard him talk in.

     "Well good, you were snoring," I complained. I saw a smirk on his face lit by the subtle light coming from behind the shades of the window.

     "So were you," he chuckled.

     "When did I even fall asleep? I don't remember falling asleep," I asked him. He fully sat up in bed, the sheets falling off his chest. Oh my God. I immediately smirked and looked to the ceiling, chuckling and shaking my head in embarrassment. One word; hot.

"Well, it was maybe, 20 minutes in when you fell asleep," he started, "and you started to snore so I definitely knew you were sleeping. I didn't want to wake you because you would've hated me, so I sort-of positioned you in the bed to sleep, and I went to sleep as well," he finished his story. I stared at his body the whole time he was talking. He found my eyes looking, and I found his eyes and immediately looked away again in embarrassment. I heard him chuckle which made me smile. I looked at the time on my phone.

"Uggghhh it's only 6:23 but I wouldn't be able to fall asleep again," I complained as I fell back on the pillow.

"Neither could I. Why don't we just talk?" He suggested. I never thought Simon would just want to 'talk'.

"About what?" I asked, finding curiosity in a football that was laying on the ground.

"I don't know... but not twenty questions again," he noted, remembering how that ended last time. I guess he wasn't annoyed about that.

"Hm, I bet you're buzzing to go to a bar or something," I laughed, knowing that when they travel places they usually end up going to a club or a bar.

"Tell me about it," he admitted, "do you?"

"Well, I don't go to bars or clubs that often, but they're chill," I hummed. I was now doing simple tricks with the football while sitting off the bed.

"You seem like the type of girl that doesn't do stuff like that that often."

"Yeah I guess. I don't swear that much, don't do clubs often but when I do I'll rarely get drunk, and I'm a virgin-" Simon interrupted me.

"What? You're still a virgin?" I looked at him like he was crazy.

"Uh yeah, my mum was sort-of religious and I grew up like that, and now I have my brother who is pretty protective of me like every brother is to a sister so..." my voice drifted off.

"So you're telling me you've never had sex before? And you're how old?"

     "I'm twenty-one years and I'm fine being a virgin. I've heard many times that when you do it pre marriage that you become less interested in that person and most likely divorce and then you're sad the rest of your life, and I don't want to be sad anymore than I was before," I ranted, now pacing around the tiny room.

     "I mean, have you ever had the urge to with someone, or at made out with someone?" Simon asked on in a calmer voice, now with a Sidemen shirt on and a random pair of shorts, sitting on the bed.

     "Yeah I have, but I was- never mind," I stopped myself. This just sparked my memory on something I never wanted to think about ever again. Him. I now just wanted to get out of this room and go into the fresh air. "Do you wanna go for a walk?" I questioned. He lifted an eyebrow.

"Right now? In the cold morning?"

"Why not? Just wear a hoodie and sweats like I am," I persuaded. He checked his phone.

"Sure." And with that he changed in the bathroom and we made our way out. It was such a calm morning, and I liked it that way; the bright morning sun warming up the earth from it's slumber, and warming us two weirdos taking a walk at six in the morning, the thought of our conversation buzzing around our heads as we started our walk in silence.
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