Em POV:
"I'll miss you, Simon." I sighed, looking at the floor of his Tesla.
He'd offered to take me to Heathrow Airport where I would fly to Los Angeles to meet James, Emma, Ethan and Grayson. Well, not at the airport - Grayson would be meeting me and picking me up to take me to their place.
"I'll miss you, too." Simon replied, never taking his eyes off the road. "It's only a week, though. We've lasted without each other that long before."
Yes, but I didn't have these feelings back then.
I was wearing Skepta's Nike 97's, Sister's Apparel shorts with my old Off-White hoodie making an appearance. My face was free of makeup, but wouldn't be for long.
"Yeah. I suppose so." I ran my index finger along the pink kinesiology tape that was wrapped around my knee.
Oh, yeah - forgot to say - I fucked my knee up again.
Picture this: filming for Sidemen Sunday. The Sun is shining, and I'm waiting by the gate to come on as a substitute for the team opposing the Sidemen. It was nearing the end of the game, around the time when everyone was trying to score by doing bicycle kicks. Surprise, surprise; I attempted one. Except it wasn't a graceful, Gareth Bale-esque bicycle kick that landed the ball neatly into the top left corner.
A cross from Will, and before I even got a touch on the ball, I could tell that I had jumped too high. So, trying to style it out, I ended up doing a backflip. However, unaware how weak my knee still was from when I popped it out at the charity match, it did just that again.
It looked grim, I'll tell you that much.
Luckily, because I'd dislocated my knee before, it wasn't anywhere near as painful, it just made my calf and quad feel like jelly before I popped it back in again. I still went to see a physiotherapist afterwards, who then told me that I was out of sports for another six weeks, and taped up my knee for my trip to America. I didn't complain; at least I didn't have to wear the ugly ass brace again.
"You want dropping here?" Simon asked, nearing the entrance.
"Yes please, driver." I chuckled, unclipping my seatbelt as he grinned to a halt.
"I'll help you with your suitcase." He insisted, turning the car off before jumping out, not even giving me time to tell him not to bother.
"You been going gym?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Shut up." He smiled, lifting it out of the trunk and placing it on the ground.
"Just asking." I chuckled, grabbing the handle of the silver case. "Hug?" I offered. Receiving no reply, I was simply met with two arms wrapped around my body and a chin on the top of my head.
"Do you want me to walk you in?" Simon asked, releasing me from the embrace.
"I'm fine, thanks." I replied.
"See you in a week, I guess. Let me know when you land." He began walking back to the driver's side of the car.
"I will!" I waved. "In a bit." I watched his car move further and further away from me. As it rounded a corner in the car park, I turned back around, facing the entrance.
With a sigh, I began to drag my suitcase through the glass doors, and began the first basic airport procedure of checking in, and then getting rid of my suitcase. James had insisted for me to bring my only Louis Vuitton bag - why, I do not know. I'm pretty sure that it was the first, like, designer item that I bought with YouTube money, so I've had it for a few years, and don't intend on ever buying another one.
I'm no Jeffree Star, trust.
I sat myself at a table in Starbucks, my arms forming a barrier around my green tea frappuccino. My phone rested in my hands, and my headphones were plugged in; I never trust myself with AirPods when I go on holiday. Me being me, I'd loose one on the first day.
Bored of scrolling through social media, I decided to make a long-ass Instagram story about going to California, seeing James, Emma and the twins, what we'd be doing and filming etcetera.
Once I'd done that I flew through security, spent around an hour mooching around in duty-free, and afterwards it was time to board the plane.
As I sunk into the comfortable, large Fly Emirates chair, I got out my laptop and began editing my latest video, which in full, ended up taking me six hours at least. When I'd done that, I attempted to sleep for a few hours to recharge for the rest of the day in LA. I succeeded, and gained another three hours of sleep. For the final hour of my journey, I marvelled at the views from the plane window.
At touchdown, I gave Simon a text, as instructed, to let him know that I landed.
hey, i've just landed in LA. will be meeting grayson soon x
And, sure enough, I was.
"I haven't seen you for so long!" I let go of my suitcase and threw both of my arms around the younger twin.
"Great to see you." Grayson almost laughed.
iMessage
from Simon
Don't miss me too much. I'll see you in a week, kid x
Simon POV:
iMessage
from Emmy
stop calling me kid, bitch ass
I chuckled at the sight.
Em POV:
Well, I guess some things never do change, I thought, shoving my phone back in my pocket after replying. Nevertheless, I couldn't wipe the smile from my face.
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