Dear Simon | miniminter [COMPLETED]

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Dear Simon,

I love you, but sometimes you're so damn stubborn. I know how hot tempered I get sometimes but you can be a right pain in the ass. I don't like to argue with you because it gets really heated, too heated and I really just want to hit you sometimes because we're fighting over something stupid.

I remember one fight we had, it was so so stupid. Like it was pointless and you just got mad and didn't talk to me. I see now what you were trying to do; but I can stand up for myself and I'll do it when needs be, not when you think I need to shut up the haters.

We never took things too seriously, other than fight that we barely ever fought besides when we spoke about Leeds or Liverpool. But that was ok, I just didn't like fighting with you over serious matters.

You're so stubborn but I love you anyways,
Daisy xox

Everyone retreated to the rooms, tired after the movie around three am. JJ continuously snickered as I followed Simon into his room, warning us to "keep it down."

I told him he'd have to keep it down when I beat him with a stick. He shut up instantly and mumbled a quick, " goodnight" as he shut the door to his room.

"We just did the laundry so your stuff is back in the top drawer," Simon said casually, pulling off his jumper and wandering into his bathroom.

"You guys did the laundry? Vikk or Josh?" I called out quietly to him, causing him to poke his head back in and glare at me.

"I'll have you know that it was a team effort- JJ helped too."

"It took all four of you to do the laundry," I said with a small laugh as I opened the drawer and picked out my white t-shirt with "friends" along with my black cuffed pajama pants.

"We did it, didn't we?"

I shook my head, taking his place in the bathroom when he stepped out and getting changed. I did what I needed to do and got ready, using a spare toothbrush obviously.

I joined him in the bed, lying on my back and facing the ceiling. We lay in silence for a few minutes, our breathing the only sound in the air, mine still a bit shaky from the movie.

"If you have a nightmare, wake me up, alright?"

"Simon, and what would you plan to do? You're not my babysitter- I'm not waking you up," I replied, sighing and closing my eyes.

I heard him move a little, slowly opening one eye, I found him on his side, looking me dead in the eye. His blue eyes piercing even through the darkness.

"I may not be your babysitter but I still care about you," He said softly, taking my hand and holding it.

"Where is this coming from, Simon?" I asked cautiously as I relaxed my head into the pillow but kept eye contact with him.