Concussion •Miniminter•

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     My mind came to a consensus that I wasn't going to mourn and cry as I was burying my head from the world, but my mind decided to boil with rage.

"What the hell is going on?" Simon pushed as he got up in front of me to get my phone.

"No wait, I don't want you to see my phone," I pleaded, making him stop.

"Why not." He asked, clearly annoyed as his voice wasn't enthusiastic at all. I got up and picked up my phone myself. I looked back at my phone screen and mentally screamed.

"It's a picture of me at the stupid fucking party at my old Uni, the one where shit happened," I told him, trying not to loose my temper. He furrowed his eyebrows at my phone.

"The fuck? How? Who- wait," Simon paused and gave me a bare look, "it's that ass we ran into the other day isn't it," he asked in a bland tone as I deleted the picture. We were both standing up now.

"Fucking yeah it is," I said sarcastically. I really do not want to deal with this right now.

"What are we gonna do about it?" Simon asked as he walked up next to me with the same frustration level as me.

"Well, there's no way of finding out where he his- fuck how did he know where we were? Or how did he get into the pitch? Or how did he get the fucking picture of Harry and I? I am just SO MAD right now-" I raised my voice as I was ready to kill someone, but suddenly Simon forcefully grabbed my phone out of my hands.

"I'll handle this," he murmured as he began to frantically type, staring concentrated to the screen. I couldn't see what he was typing as he was slanting my phone away from me. I rubbed my eyes of stress and sleep as I leaned against the kitchen counter.

Sooner or later, I heard the sending sound of the iPhone and a hint of red illuminating in his eyes.

"Here," he said as he handed me my phone back, locked. "I deleted the text I sent, but don't worry, I think I scared the shit out of him," he smirked as I unlocked my phone once again, now going to block his number. I looked back up to him with uneasy eyes.

"He's gonna find other ways to fuck with my life, I know it," I warned him. I don't know what he's trying to do, but all I know is that he's fucked up.

"We don't need that shit ruining our match tomorrow. It's gonna be epic, and you don't need the stress from him weighing you down," he preached, trying to make me feel better about everything. I gave him a smile.

"Thanks, but I think we still have to finalize some more things," I suggested we finished.

"But I don't wannna," Simon whined, going back to the couch and immediately giggling at himself acting like a five year old.

"But we haaaave to," I mimicked, also sitting back on the couch, now resulting to a more joyous mood, even though the name Jim was still floating through my head.

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Baileyplayzfut: I actually cannot sleep right now ://
<3:30 am>

I tweeted on my phone as I couldn't sleep. At all. After sleepily going back to my room, I thought I could immediately fall to sleep, but I couldn't. As I was thinking myself to sleep, reality kicked in and I realized that we were going to be playing an official football game in an official football field, surrounded by thousands of routing fans. Not many hours away. It was hard to let it settle in. How was Jay always able to sleep like a brick?

     In a matter of minutes, some people responded;

Aryaplayin: @Baileyplayzfut; awe babe I know you're gonna do AMAZING! I'll be there to cheer you on so you beat those Youtube asses 💕💕