I was jolted awake in an unknown and dark bedroom, my body painted head to toe with sweat. I looked around and soon realized I was in the Sidemen house, the one mentioned in the book I read last night.
I brought my hands to my face and closed my eyes; another bad dream. At the hospital I constantly woke up with bad dreams, but I never told anyone. I couldn't remember the dreams anyways.
I picked up my phone from beside me and looked turned it on, bringing up my lock screen picture. I stared at it; it was me holding a trophy up to the sky with the brightest smile on my face. There was also a girl next to me, helping me hold up the trophy. I knew who she was, she came and visited for a little while at the hospital, but I can't think of her name. I can't remember that moment on my phone either, making me more frustrated with myself.
It was 11:32 am. All I wanted to do was look at the time, but I realized time has already slipped away from me.
Dropping my phone beside me and rubbing my face from night, I glanced over at the piece of paper with the video names on it, which now have a single line through all of them. After hours of watching videos and reading last night, I finished what Simon told me to, making understand more than I did before.
Slowly and carefully I stood up from bed and made my way to the little bag from the hospital, grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste.
I opened the squeaky door only to be blinded by sunlight from the windows in the hall, making me squint my eyes as I walked to the left like Simon told me to last night, being careful not to step on the random boxes or clothes scattered around the hallway.
I made it to an oddly big door, which I assumed was the bathroom, and lightly knocked on it.
"Hello?" I whispered, knowing that some of the guys in this house tend to sleep in late. I pushed on the door, being startled that it was open. As I opened it farther, I started to see a wall of closets to the right and soon saw someone--Simon, putting on a pair of trousers, shirtless. He looked up and met eyes with me making him jump. I quickly closed the door back over.
"Oh God I'm so sorry, you told me to go left to the bathroom!" I frantically explained as I heard him chuckle and rustle through clothing.
"Sorry, that was my mistake, it's actually to the right. But shit you scared me," he yelled into a whisper through the door. I smiled as I walked away, feeling somewhat accomplished for scaring him. And seeing him shirtless.
As I made it to the bathroom on the right, I scattered my necessities on the bathroom counter. Without hesitation I looked at myself in the mirror, now really noting beat up face, scrawny hair, and tired eyes. I let out a sigh of despair.
To my curiosity and self affection, I took the what-was-white wrap around my head off, revealing a patch of hair shaved off on the right side of my head, accompanied by a huge gash and many different colours of bruises.
"Holy shit," I said to myself as I studied it, not wanting to touch it and hurt myself. Soon enough I parted my wavy hair on the left, covering up that canyon of a spot. It didn't look too bad after that, at least you couldn't see it anymore.
After I was done in the bathroom, I followed my nose all the way downstairs to the kitchen, where Ethan was making breakfast. Jay was sat down in his pajamas at a bar seat, his eyes groggy under his glasses.
"Hey Bailey! How you feeling?" Ethan--no wait, that's Josh-- exclaimed as he looked my way.
"I have a major headache and my pinkie's still messed up, other than that I'm alright," I answered as I watched him attempt to flip pancakes. As I sat down next to Jay, he greeted me and slid me a plastic container of pills and a glass of water. He told me I had to take one each morning, so I did as it said.
"And this is also for you," Jay handed me a pink envelope with my name neatly written on the front with it, accompanied by random stars and squiggles as decoration. As I tore it open, the front of the card showed two football teams, one in red and one in black, all smiling as they held each other in a line. When I opened it, I was amused by all of the get-well wishes, all written in different colours. "Everyone on your team and Simon's team wrote something in there," Jay told me. I grinned as I thanked and hugged him, soon sitting back down in my chair.
"I don't usually do this, but since we have guests I decided to make us all breakfast. Do you like pancakes?" Josh piped up as he started to pile pancakes on a big green-coloured plate.
"Actually, Bailey is in love with pancakes," Simon smirked as he entered the kitchen, the sound of his bare feet shuffling on the wood floor to an empty seat beside me.
"Hey, are you gonna help me?" Josh complained, seeing Simon sat down on his lazy ass.
"Oh c'mon you're almost done, and I came out of my room only for this!" Simon giggled, making me smile.
"Are you sure that's all you came out for?" Josh added, making me look up from the card, which I was still reading. Josh was smirking and wiggling his eyebrows, all while flicking his head toward me. I quickly looked to Simon, who was grinning and shaking his head, mouthing the words 'not yet' back to him. I quickly looked back down and pretended to still be reading the card.
"Breakfast is served," Josh said in a waiterly manner, placing the pancakes down in front of us and giving us all plates, leaving me confused.
What was that all about?
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