YAYAYAYY congrats to Harry the youngling for reaching 10 million subscribers!!!
And the reason I wanted to update today is because it's MY BIRTHDAYYY! 🎉🎉🎉
So here ya go, it's really simple/sweet but at least it's something 😋😋
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I woke up to the blinding sun in my eyes coming from the opened shades to outside. I grunted as I slowly sat up in bed and squinted, not being used to the light in the room.
As I sat here, I remembered last night; remembering how idiotic people can be, but also how that can bring out the love carried deep inside someone. The love Jay had for me, comforting me with my little meltdown, and Simon, oh Simon. Thinking about him made me grin.
It all felt like a dream. A dream of mixed emotions. One in which I leave the bad shit behind and move on with the positives. And I am positive Simon likes me. And I am positive I like him. Where was he?
I had fallen asleep comfortably in his arms. I was surprised I didn't notice him get out of bed. That was probably a good thing because I would've wanted him to stay, like I wanted him to come back now.
After I snapped out of my thoughts and my eyes adjusted to reality, I looked over to the little table between the beds and noticed a paper that was freshly written on. Leaning closer to it, I was able to read the top; my name was on it. I immediately grabbed it and read it.
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Bailey,
Hi. I've left to go eat breakfast with everyone and thought that you didn't want to go, so I let you get your beauty sleep. Also Jay spammed your phone with messages. I'll bring you a mini box of cereal or something :)~Simon
P.S: you snore really loud
_________________________As I skimmed over the words I could do nothing but laugh. And I could only think about how he can make someone happier with the words he says, or writes down. But, I decided I would get my lazy ass up, push the bad shit out of my head, and head down to breakfast. I was slowly gaining my confidence back.
With my lonely self, I strut down the hall in my sleepwear and flip-flops. In the lift I put my hair in a sloppy bun as I didn't give a shit. I was confident.
I gazed upon the dining hall filled with the familiar sleepy voices of my football family. Only one was missing. He wasn't part of the family. Then, it hit me. We had one extra spot open on our team. Jay can play football. He's pretty damn good at football, but not as good as me, and I can prove it. But still, he could play on my team.
I proudly glided over to Simon, who was in a black hoodie, like always. He saw me coming, and when he did, he looked pleasantly surprised.
"Hey, wasn't expecting to see you up," he said, his morning voice still present.
"Yes, well I decided not to mourn over what happened and get my lazy ass down here for some free food," I explained, pride present in my voice. Soon after Jay came up behind me and put his arm around my shoulder.
"Hey, I'm guessing you went up to Simons last night, is everything cool?" He whispered to me, and I smiled to him. The surrounding guys started mumbling to themselves.
"Yeah, actually I wanted to ask you if Jay was able to play on my team since the fuckboy is gone?" I asked gesturing to Simon. Jay had a really surprised face as he looked between Simon and Me. Simon thought for a minute, mumbled over to the guys, and back to us two.
"If that's ok with Jay, then that's fine. Uh, depending on shoe size I could lend you a pair or-" Jay cut him off.
"No need, I came prepared with my own," he said, obviously very happy that he was going to be playing now. He pulled Simon into a bro hug. "Thank you so so much man, I am so excited," he thanked. I just watched as the two men conversed about how things were gonna be, and how they had to talk with people putting together the match, and so on.
I realized there was so much to be happy about right now; the match, the happy and amazing family in front of me, and the wonderful food that was soon going to be devoured by me.
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