a year in london | miniminter

seventeen.

Freya and I were eagerly ringing the bell to the house until Vik buzzed us in and came to the door to welcome us.

"Is Simon up yet?", I asked. He merely shrugged, looking as if he hadn't slept. Knowing him, he was just about to go to bed despite it being 10 in the morning.

Freya and I separated, each heading to the rooms of our respective boyfriends. "Simon wake up wake up," I said, leaping onto his bed, completely disregarding how cute he looked asleep.

His shirtless body stirred but then seemed to relax again. "No don't fall asleep again," I groaned. "You have to get ready, come on," I tried dragging him by his arms but I was too weak. "Why are you so tired?"

"I'm jet lagged," he mumbled in his beautiful morning voice, turning his head the other way.

I stopped pulling on his arm and rolled my eyes. "There's an hour difference between Spain and here, you're fine."

Simon had returned from Barcelona a couple days before. Even though he had been back for a few days, he was already worn out from staying up late recording and editing.

Today, I had managed to convince him to take a break and join the rest of his friends who were going to British Summertime Festival in Hyde Park. Except now, he seemed so tired.

He turned around, barely opening his eyes, and pulled my arm till I had fallen flat on the bed. He gave a small laugh and then pulled me into his body, forcing me to cuddle with him.

I must've fallen asleep because I woke up to the stroking of my hair and Simon gently calling my name.

The contrast in how we woke each other up was humorous.

Somehow, Simon had gotten dressed and was looking awake and ready to go. "Are you ready? The guys are waiting downstairs." He picked up the small cross-body bag I was taking and waited at his door with it.

I dragged myself out of bed, pleased with myself for getting ready before I came to the house but annoyed that I felt more sleepy after the nap.

I glanced at myself in the mirror on the way out and Simon made sure to peck me on the cheek and reassure me that I looked fine, before we headed down.

Just as he had said, everyone was waiting downstairs and we quickly packed into two large ubers. Cal was rambling on about how excited he was to see Sarah perform while the rest of us were freaking out about seeing Justin Bieber, despite also wanting to support Sarah.

Watching Sarah on stage was amazing, and seeing a proud Cal in the centre of the audience filming the performance was hard not to smile at.

I swayed along to the songs with the girls while the guys behind us chatted and gave the odd supportive cheer every so often. It was nice to see Simon genuinely smile and forget how stressed he was.

The girls had a group hug when Sarah finally came off stage to join us. We all crowded her with compliments on her singing and performance. Altogether, we made our way to the main stage where Justin Bieber was yet to perform.

While other music played, the girls danced together groaning at the boys who refused to look like they were having a good time. I tried to drag Simon into our dancing circle but he unlatched our hands and returned to the boys with a smile.

Finally when Justin came out, we noticed all the boys were actually singing along, and I made eye contact with Simon and smiled. As a cold breeze blew across the park, we all huddled closer to our boyfriends.

Simon stood behind me, his arms loosely hanging off my shoulders, connected in the front. I held onto his hands and we swayed slightly with the music.

"Fuck me, he's hot," I said to myself, as I watched Justin walk across the stage. Little did Simon know, I had always been a huge fan of Justin Bieber and had been to way too many concerts of his and blasted every album in the car when I was younger.

Simon looked at me in shock at my statement. We both laughed and started dancing more to the music.

The festival was over and we rounded up the group and set off to find our ubers to take us back to the house. Us girls walked a bit in front while the guys were busy vlogging things for their channel.

The few drinks we had each had were getting to us and the drive back was full of giggles and failed attempts at singing the masterpieces that are JB songs.

As we returned to the house, everyone crashed around the island in the kitchen. Simon and I made our way up to his room and I flopped on his bed.

"Justin Bieber huh?", he asked, smirking as he followed me to the bed. I giggled, pulling him till he collapsed over me and then kissing him.

He kissed down my neck while his hands danced on my waist and then he suddenly stopped. "But you wanted him to fuck you right?", he said as if he were talking to himself.

He pretended to get off me, acting annoyed until I pulled him back and gave him a reassuring kiss.