Concussion •Miniminter•

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     I barged into our room, a gust of air hitting me as I trudged into the space, hearing the door close behind me. I sluggishly put down my bag next to the bed, and quickly started changing from my athletic outfit into something casual. I didn't care if Jay was right there, he was my brother. I also wanted to get down to the lobby and ask Harry what the hell happened when he said those simple words, as it was completely quiet the whole way back.

     "Why are you all of a sudden so quiet?" Jay asked as he leaned on the granite counter in the little kitchen, facing the beds.

I was quiet as we met in the lobby and as we went up the elevator, which was unusual for me at this point on this adventure. He knew something was on my mind. As I finished putting on leggings, fuzzy socks and a random t-shirt, I sighed and raised my head from looking at my feet on the floor to looking Jay in the eyes, sitting at the edge of my bed. I gave a small smile.

"You know me too well," I replied, Jay now having an accomplished look on his face.

"I know. So, what is it?" He asked in a springy voice, ready to listen.

"Well, in the car Simon and I got in an argument about routing for Leeds and I called him and Asshole and he called me a Virgin, and Harry was like 'what?' and I told him that was true and he said to Simon that he had a lot of work to do which made the rest of the ride silent and me confused," I explained all in one breath, all of it flowing out of my mouth like a waterfall. Jay stared at me for a moment, then looked down, breaking eye contact. He was thinking of what to say back.

     "Hm, I don't know. You should ask Harry what that was all about," he plainly suggested, but I was way ahead of him. I jumped up from the bed, grabbing my phone and door key and going to Jay, who was also in the direction to the door.

     "Which is exactly what I'm going to do right now," I said back, now going past Jay and to the door. My fingers touched the cold handle, when I remembered something.

     "Wait," I halted, and immediately turned and went to my luggage. I pulled out a folder of papers bigger than the folder so the papers were hanging out of the folder. Inside are the papers only drawn of the Sidemen, which Simon organized earlier. I also grabbed a pencil and a sharpie which I knew I would've needed at some point.

     "Now we can go," I said aloud, heading back to the door and going out this time.

     While going down the hallway, my fingers slipped and almost dropped everything I was holding, but luckily I didn't drop anything.

We made it to the main floor, following everyone else to where we were all gonna chill out.

As we made it through the doors, I was surprised at how nice it was; there were two t.v's mounted on the walls, a pool table, a vending machine, a jukebox to play music surround-sound and a lot of places to sit.

But at the moment I was only looking for one person. And that person wasn't even here yet, but neither was Simon. Damn, they could come in at the same time and that would just make things awkward. I stayed by the door as Jay went off on his own.

So I waited.

And waited.

And waited. Dang, what takes this boy so long?

     He finally came in, and not with Simon, but with Tobi. I sighed in relief and pulled both of them aside.

     "Yes?" Harry said curiously, oblivious to any idea of what I was gonna say.

     "What was that about? In the car?" I asked urgently, wanting an answer. He chuckled at me. As Tobi just looked confused, unknown of the car ride.