*Mackenzie's POV*
I frowned at my reflection when I heard the sound of the doorbell echoing throughout my house. I was in the bathroom attempting to wipe off the layers of makeup some woman put on me hours ago. So now my face was a mess of runny mascara and eyeliner and shitty contour. I assumed it was Simon and when I opened the door with a makeup wipe in my hand he furrowed his brows at me. "Sorry. Just trying to get all of this shit off." I still had on the clothes they put me in on too, which was a satin nightgown that went to about my midthigh. "Nice." He laughed lightly as I walked away from the door and into the bathroom. He kind of lingered in the hallway and watched as I got another makeup wipe. "So how was the shoot?" He asked. I furrowed my eyebrows as I sighed. "It was good but does it make sense to you to have on a full face of makeup for a fucking Victoria Secret nightgown? It doesn't. Because people who wear this in real life are not going to have makeup on because they will be sleeping." I had a miniature rant for a moment and he laughed lightly. "And I'm also fucking starving and I've got nothing but healthy shit here so do you perhaps want to go to Nando's?" I asked, locking eyes with him in the mirror. "I thought models were crazy healthy and shit?" He asked. "I haven't had Nando's in like two weeks and that's pretty healthy for me." I shrugged as I wiped the final bit of lipstick off of my lips. "I'd be down for a Nando's." He finally answered my question as I threw away the makeup wipe and looked at myself once more in the mirror. My hair was in loose waves and I decided to leave it. "I've got to go change. I'll be right back. Make yourself at home." I said quickly before making my way up the stairs behind him. I heard footsteps and thought he was probably going into the kitchen, since that was the only room he was familiar with. Once I was in my room I quickly tossed away the gown and slid on some skinny jeans that were laying on my bed. I put on a bra quickly and then put on an oversized black sweater. I spritzed myself with some perfume before sliding some socks on my feet and shoving my feet into my black Yeezys. I jogged down the stairs so I wouldn't keep Simon waiting much longer. "You want to drive?" I asked him as I entered the kitchen. He jumped lightly at my voice but shoved his phone in his pocket and looked at me anyways. He gave me a small nod and stood up from his stool - the same one he sat in last night - before following me out the front door. I looked at the red Range Rover in my driveway and smiled. I saw many cars in the driveway when I took him home last night and I wouldn't have guessed this one was his. Once we got in the car I saw him slide a pair of glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Go ahead and make jokes. I know I look like a nerd." He smiled as he started his car and I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "You don't look like a nerd." I said, shaking my head. "Is that so?" He asked as he put the car in reverse. "Nope. You look like a pedophile." I shrugged and looked out at my house that was now moving away from us. "Wow. That's a new one." He laughed. The car grew silent until he decided to start asking me questions. "So do you like football?" He asked awkwardly. "Oh yeah. I love football. I don't play it as much as I used to but I still watch it and play FIFA all the time." Football gave me something to entertain myself with when I wasn't doing anything. And I had developed a love for both playing it and watching it at a young age, when my brother started playing. "Who do you support then? I beg it's not Arsenal." I gave him a small smile and shook my head. "Leeds. One hundred percent." "Really? Me too!" He was excited again and the confidence was back in his voice. "I'm from Leeds so it only makes sense I guess." I shrugged. "I am as well." Simon smiled triumphantly. "What else do you like?" I asked, eager to get to know the boy next to me more. "I like video games. I kind of play them as my job." "What job is that? Because I freaking want it." He laughed lightly and I could tell he was hesitating to explain, but did anyways. "I make YouTube videos. Usually gaming ones but sometimes I make football ones or vlogs or something." I nodded as he explained. I watched a few YouTubers such as Joe Sugg and Caspar Lee but I never watched a gaming YouTuber before. "I watch Joe Sugg. You know him?" I asked. He nodded quickly. "He was in one of my videos before. A football video. And we hang out off camera sometimes but we've never formally done a collaboration." He explained briefly. "What's your Twitter?" I asked him as I grabbed my phone from my pocket and opened the the Twitter app. "Miniminter." He said simply. I typed it into the search bar and found it immediately. He was verified, but I didn't say anything about that. He also had 1.3 million followers, which was not how many I was expecting at all. I followed him and scrolled through his profile a bit. "You're famous, huh?" I joked as I found a link to his Instagram and clicked on it. "I wouldn't say that." He laughed awkwardly. He was verified on Instagram too and I scrolled through it as well. A picture caught my eye and I clicked on it quickly.
185, 950 likes.
The new SDMN FC kit with @zerkaahd @tobjizzle"We had a charity match. Which is why I had to dye my hair, too." He explained once he caught me looking at the screen, examining it thoroughly. "It was us, Sidemen FC, against YouTube Allstars. Joe Sugg was actually supposed to play but he was sick so he couldn't." I nodded and he continued talking. "The Sidemen are the YouTube group I'm in. Those two are in it as well as four others, JJ, Ethan, Vik, and Harry." "They seem lovely." I said with a smile as I exited from that picture and continued scrolling. "They seem lovely from one photo?" He asked with a small laugh. "Well they're friends with you so they can't be too awful."
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Double update because it's Saturday and I'm officially on summer vacation. I hope you all have/had a beautiful day!See ya! x
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