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     Social Media.
Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, even Tumblr are debating whether Simon and I are a better couple or if Harry and I are.

     There are two photos that every fangirl is using; the one from Cal's twitter, which is of Simon and I hugging for a split second, or a new one of me kissing Harry on the cheek. I don't even know who the fuck took that picture!

     I strut down the hotel hallway in silence, feeling the own tension from my body bouncing off of the walls and to Jay, who was waddling behind me. It was his first and last practice, which actually went well being that everyone was energetic after the prank Simon and I got.

Simon. He only said two words to me after the practice. "Check Twitter" he mumbled to me as I passed by him, not stopping to say anything else. After everything that has happened to us in the past five days; the car ride, whipped cream wars, the drawn-in heart by his name, random laughing moments, the endless comfort after Westly, that was all he said. I called his name, to see what he meant, but he acted like I was nothing but a wall.

     "It just makes me so FUCKING mad that this stupid ass picture has made Simon upset, which makes me upset," I pestered as I angrily put my football bag down next to my bed, causing a loud thump to muffle the ground. The bed croaked as I fell onto it and sighed as I took out my phone once again. I had to find out who took the photo.

We're gonna beat some YouTube Ass (Groupchat)

Me: ok which one of you idiots took the picture of me and Harry

Big bro 💁🏽‍♂️: why would I do that

Emily 😍: babe I would never do that to you, at least not yet 😇

Greg: nope

Mikey: ^

Andrew: what picture?

Joey: Andrew check Twitter

Andrew: damn I didn't do that

George: I didn't do it either

I looked over to Jay who also had the team's groupchat open on his phone. Everyone replied with a no.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath. Jay moved closer to me on my bed. I kinda wanted to go on twitter and say how I felt myself, but that would just cause more drama.

"Bay, it's gonna be alright. We're gonna find out who did it, and tell them to remove the photo-" I immediately shot up from my bed.

"Jay, even if that person removed the picture, it's still all over social media," I lectured, my concerned face looking into Jay's eyes. I let out a sigh and strutted to the fridge, taking out a Gatorade and opening it with a satisfying click of the cap opening. "Maybe me coming to this whole thing was a mistake," I added before I took a gulp of the drink that tamed my thirst and thought would tame my anger, but it didn't work.

     "That was not a mistake. They truly wanted you on this team, Bailey. They took time from their lives to look through thousands of names that wanted to be picked. Looking through papers, videos, social medias, and records to make sure they chose the perfect eleven people. And you and I are of those perfect eleven." He confronted with a strong tone. By this time he was across from me, the only thing in our was was the counter we were standing at. "Trust me, it wasn't a mistake," he said in a calmer manner, looking me in the eyes which I immediately broke.

"Well I guess Westly wasn't a mistake either, was he," I shot back at him as I walked into the bathroom and forcefully closed the door.

I know I just made Jay feel bad, I just ruined his motivational speech. But it's too late now, isn't it.

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Tonight was fancy dinner night and everyone was required to wear fancy-casual apparel that everyone hopefully brought. I decided to bring a light pair of high-waisted jeans with holes in them, along with a crop-top that consisted of deep ocean blue silky fabric, and sparkles, as many as the stars in the midnight sky. I tied it all off with some black high top converse that are a tad worn out.

I apologized to Jay, which I had time to think about when I was in the shower. I don't know why I said that, I was just fuming at the moment.

     I looked in the mirror as I finished straightening my hair with the mini-straightener I decided to throw with my stuff.

     Makeup, not to shabby. Hair, it's ok. Outfit, dazzling. Body, could be better. The only thing off was the very back of my mind; who took that damn picture? I sighed and left the bathroom, grabbing my phone and shutting off the lights into darkness.

     I walked into the kitchen area to see that I left my half-drunken bottle sitting on the counter, which is now probably room temperature. I put it in the fridge, only to be scared by a pair of arms grabbing my shoulders. I took in a sharp breath as I turn around face to face with Jay.

     "Jesus Jay, you know I get scared too easily," I said as I settled my breath. I get scared in real life, but movies don't seem to get by me, I don't know why. I took in the apparel Jay was wearing; a plaid shirt with a white shirt under it and a pair of jeans. "Not bad," I commented. He smirked.

     "Not too bad yourself. But I always look the best," he bragged to my face acting like a girl as we headed to the door.

     "Mmm, of course. Ladies first, right?" I motioned to Jay to walk out the door. He rolled his eyes and laughed as he accepted the open door. I turned off the light, closed the door, and made our way out.

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     The sun was setting as Jay, me, another person on our team Oliver and his girlfriend Savannah hopped into the uber, black leather seating finishing off the mood of the night. The driver had already known where we were going, so he just started driving. I didn't talk to Simon in our little time waiting for cars, but I knew he looked at me at one point, but so did I. I knew he was still mad at this whole situation, but that doesn't mean he has to ignore me. It just makes things worse.

     Pushing all of that to the back of my mind, we all starting chatting in the uber as Today's Hit Music radio played in the background.

     I took my phone out of my pocket showing my Lock Screen of Arya and I at one of our biggest football games we ever had. We had happiness and pride on our faces as we held the first place trophy up to the sky. That was such a great moment which I hope I get to do again tomorrow.

     Right as I was about to unlock my phone, an unknown number text came up that I had to unlock to see. As I read the quick sentence that was sent, I gasped.

Unknown: do you like the picture I took today? 😏

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Interesting.

So, guys, I want to know how you guys found out who the Sidemen were. I want to hear your side of the story. Leave a comment, I'll be happy to read them 😁❤️

Stay Chillllll,
Natalie 🤘🏼