I shouldn't be surprised that Harry doesn't give a fuck about drama, or should I? At our calm dinner, I tried to forget about the mysterious text as I shoved my phone in my pocket, along with all my jumbled thoughts. Only I kept thinking about who that person could be.
"We should text them back," Simon suggested as we walked down the corridor at a steadily pace.
He apologized at dinner for ignoring me before, which I gladly accepted but I acted hard to get. Humor is always nice.
"Duh, I've been waiting to do that when you and I had to get together," I announced as we made it to his room for the third time.
As I was about to walk in, someone with a lot of force ran into me, causing me to almost fall over.
"OUF! Oh, sorry Bailey didn't see you there," JJ lied as he pretended to trip over his own feet on his way to his room, which was close to Simon's.
"You got too much to drink yeah?" I joked, knowing that we weren't allowed to drink alcohol while we were here, and seeing that he only had water.
"Oh yeah, water can really fucking get you wasted so watch out," he yelled as he went into his room. As he closed his door all I could hear was the muffled yelling of himself, which Simon and I always found amusing.
"I can see why you would've hated him before," I added after the little play JJ just put on. Simon scoffed as he placed his keys and wallet in the granite counter, creating an echo through the little room.
"I still hate him, I can just handle it now," he explained. I chuckled as I found myself a seat on the couch, my dinner of fish and chips still settling in my stomach. Good thing I changed into stretchy sweatpants or I would be dying.
Simon took a seat next to me, placing his laptop on the little table in front of us, along with some papers which he fanned out so we could see a bit of all of them. As he sat to my left, I could feel the presence of his body without even looking, by mind and heart being more heated than it should be.
"Okay," Simon sighed, sounding prepared, "should we find out who that dick is who texted you?" He asked. I looked at my phone which was sitting silently in its plain red case on the table. I looked at the paperwork. I looked at Simon's long fingers typing at the laptop keyboard with satisfying clicks.
"Nah, I don't think that's what's important right now. Maybe later," I explained, even though I could've gone into more detail on how that would cause more stress as the person would only give clues and no answers. I looked at Simon, who looked a little confused.
"Really? I'm surprised you don't want to figure out who it is so you can beat their ass," he went into detail. I grabbed some of the paperwork that was now sitting in Simon's lap, along with the laptop. I read one of the papers in a big voice,
"'Both captains are asked to create the team formations and who will be playing there, as to be shown via livestream and at the match.' Really? I've had this planned out for years," I exaggerated, clearly not answering Simon's question.
As I was peeking over at the illuminating screen as Simon filled in his formations online, I heard from the right the familiar sound of a room door clicking open. As I turned my head to the sound, Will Lenny walked into the room.
"Really? You gave your spare key to him?" I exclaimed. Simon chuckled.
"AY! That hurt! So much for first impressions," Will yelled to me. That was true, I hadn't actually talked to Will, but I already threw shade. Because I'm a bad ass.
"He's in the room next to me and his fridge doesn't work so most of his food is in here," Simon explained.
"That explains a lot, your fridge is the same shape as your face," I truthfully told and immediately Simon and I started yelling, as I just threw some more shade at him. Will stood in front of the fridge door, turned around, now staring at me with huge eyes and his mouth catching flies.
"OI OI OI WHAT THE FUCK! We literally just met a minute ago can you chill your estrogen for just one minute? I'll be gone soon!" He yelled as he took a yellow drink from the cooling box and shut it.
"Ah haha, yeah you better make sure that's not my pee in there too," I calmly replied, talking about the drink he was holding.
"Nice to fucking meet you sweetheart!" He yelled as he left, slamming the door behind him.
"Nice to FUCKING meet you too!" I yell even though the door was already closed. I chuckled for a quick moment until I looked over to Simon. Apparently he had started filming, because he was holding his phone in my face, his own face in a smile that was about to burst into laughter.
"Bitch you were recording?" I gasped as he did burst into laughter.
"And I'll caption that, friendly interactions with @baileyplayzfut and @Will__NE," he said as he typed now on his phone.
"Oh whatever, I don't even fucking care anymore just give me the laptop," I confessed and grabbed the laptop from Simon, which was ready for me to put in information.
Throughout our work time going through the papers and planning out the details for tomorrow, minutes turned into hours and it was now ten minutes after midnight. All of a sudden, my phone buzzed a certain pattern which meant it was a text. My body now alert, I yawned as I picked up my phone from the table and turned it around; it was a picture, sent from the unknown number. It was in smaller form on my lock screen, but as I looked closer at it, I panicked.
"Oh fucking God no," I muttered as I typed in my password.
"What is it?" Simon asked with concern. I didn't answer.
I frantically went to messages and to the unknown number. I clicked on the photo but immediately regretted it. It was the picture of me. From Uni. From the party that ruined everything.
"Fucking no," I said louder as I threw my phone on the hard floor and put my face in my hands. My mind raced through a million memories that I didn't want to remember.
But I knew exactly who this fucking bitch was. I don't know how he knows about the picture of me and Harry, but I knew how he has the worst picture in the universe.
Because that person was Jim.
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