SIMON'S P.O.V
I finished the last video I had planned to edit and scheduled it for the following day. It was almost 9pm and the boys and I were going to be filming in just over an hour.
As I headed downstairs to join Josh who was also preparing his dinner in the oven, the doorbell rung. "I'll get it," I said lazily as I headed to the door.
As she did most nights, Freya walked in and looked around for Josh. "You didn't bring Hailey with you?", I asked as recently, Hailey had been dropping by every few days.
"No, she's with..," she leaned on the kitchen counter looking at me, "she didn't tell you," she mumbled to herself looking at her hands. "She's with Sean. He's here to visit or some shit and he wanted to meet up with her."
"Sean as in, her ex?", I asked, confused as to why Hailey would have agreed to meet him.
With a nod from Freya in reply, I felt my face drop. "Do you think anythings gonna happen between them?", I try to sound casual.
She shook her head. "She seemed pretty certain she didn't wanna get back together with him but I'm probably gonna stay here tonight in case they come back together and you know," she shrugs, unsure about the whole situation herself.
I nodded and returned to getting my dinner, even though I wasn't feeling particularly hungry anymore. I grabbed a half bottle of vodka from where we keep the alcohol, and took my dinner upstairs.
I watched the end of some football match, not really paying attention to it all, but more focusing on Hailey and Sean.
We had been talking all week and she hadn't even mentioned it, or brought it up when she came over.
I didn't think she would get back together with him, especially after she told me how she felt about the whole cheating situation but what if he somehow manages to get her to forgive him?
We had grown close over the past month we'd known each other and I thought, considering the dates we'd been on and the number of times we'd made out, that we were moving to something more than just friends.
I took a sip straight from the bottle of vodka, squinting my face as the liquid travelled down my throat.
I took my phone, messaging our group conversation, consisting of the guys we usually record with nightly, that I was too tired and wouldn't record that night.
I lay on my bed, feeling miserable, regularly drinking from the bottle. After I threw up the first time, I realised I was sick of lying there and thought I may as well film a video - people love seeing how youtubers are drunk.
I set up fifa and my camera, and then played a couple games, winning all of them despite how much alcohol I had consumed before filming. I then just crashed on my bed, not even staying awake a moment longer.
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I woke up around 9 with a mild headache. Looking through my twitter and being reminded that today was main channel video day, I dragged myself to the computers and remembered the fifa I had filmed last night. I cringed at my drunk dancing but left it in anyway and uploaded the video. Even though it was earlier than normal, I knew people wouldn't mind.
