Daisy a day || Miniminter FF

Classic Pranks

| Kids - OneRepublic |

Simon:

Our holiday was far from what we had expected. It's weird how we have those incredible moments, the first few days of complete bliss, only for it to come tumbling right down. Sure, Lucy had been acting alright after everything. But I saw right through that façade. For some reason, she had decided to apologize to Jackson. Most of us hadn't seen the reason. If he wasn't pressing charges, she should just let it be and hope to never see him again. 

But Lucy, being stubborn Lucy, pushed through with it, and used Cal's PR due to the issues she was having with her twin brother. It looked like she didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore, which I knew was hurting her more than anything. Lucy just seemed to have the worst luck, and Rory was just the tip of the iceberg. It could have been worse though; we still hadn't heard back from Jackson, but based on intel I had received from back in London, I didn't think we needed to worry anymore. Lucy had sent him running off with his tail between his legs. 

Through all this, the train wreck of the past few days, I knew there was something Lucy wasn't telling me. I was desperate to find out, but I didn't want to push her. I would wait till she felt comfortable telling me.

I wasn't sure what to label our relationship anymore either. We were beyond friends, I knew that. But what? The others knew there was something happening, and most mornings I had to wake up earlier so that the guys wouldn't catch us wrapped up in each other's arms. I was going insane. Literally insane.

Speaking of the person who was driving me crazy, Lucy was currently sitting cross legged on the floor, repacking her suitcase. I'd walked into the room, my camera in hand to vlog our departure.

Catching me watching her, she smiled weakly up at me.

"Are you gonna vlog?" She asked. I nodded in reply, the camera still running.

Most of us had eaten breakfast out on the deck this morning, watching the sun rise over the city, and the wind had made Lucy's hair was beautifully messy, tied up in a loose bun with fronds framing her face. How girls managed to make such a look appear so attractive, I didn't know.

"Simon is there something in my hair?" She asked, patting the top of her head. I zoomed in on her hair as I replied.

"Just your hand."

The dad joke was worth it as Lucy's eyes rolled to the sky.

"Have you packed yet?" Lucy asked, back to neatly folding her stuff.

"You know me, I'll probably do it last minute." I sighed, flopping down on the bed.

Lucy laughed softly.

"You better not make us miss the plane."

"We all know that Harry would be the one to do that." I replied, kicking my feet up and down over the edge of the bed.

"In reality, I probably should go pack." I told the camera, dragging my hand through my pale hair.

"Dude, why are your feet so huge?" Lucy suddenly giggled as one of my socked feet swung past her shoulder.

"My feet aren't huge." I defended, sitting up. Lucy had stopped packing and was facing me, one eyebrow raised, a small smirk playing on her lips.

"Your feet are like Ronald McDonalds!" She joked, grinning into the camera.

"Ronald-" Who was she talking about? I racked my brain, suddenly remembering the creepy McDonalds clown.

"I do not have clown feet!" I exclaimed.