Always You || Simon Minter (miniminter)

Chapter 37

I wake to shouting and banging downstairs. Ugh... what are the boys up to now? I turn to Simon, but he's gone. My head is pounding from last night, and honestly, moving sounds exhausting.

Of course, just as I try to sink back into sleep, the door bursts open. In comes Simon, grinning like a maniac.

"Morning, beautiful."

He jumps onto the bed beside me and I groan, burying my face in the pillow. His smile grows even bigger.

"What's got you so happy?" I mumble, rolling over and tugging the covers over me.

He laughs lightly, yanks the covers off, and wraps his arms around me, lifting me from the bed.

"S-Simon! I'm in pants and a t-shirt!" I squeal, but he doesn't respond, just keeps grinning like he's won some secret prize.

Downstairs, the boys are standing around a camera by the pool, all turning to look at me with ridiculous smiles, like I've just walked into a cult.

"Morning!" JJ shouts, holding out a hand as Simon sets me down. I blink at him. What the hell is going on?

"Welcome to another Sidemen Sunday!" JJ shouts, holding our hands in the air while the boys cheer behind us. Simon stands behind me, chin resting on my head, like he's claiming me as his own.

Tobi steps forward, gesturing for me to follow. "Today's our last day in Ibiza, and since it was Millie's birthday, we thought she and I could team up to decide what the boys are doing."

Uh-oh. My stomach twists.

"So, we're splitting the six boys into two teams. I take one, Millie takes the other. You decide your group's activities for the day." The boys groan in unison.

"I'm not with JJ!" Ethan shouts, immediately followed by laughter from the others.

"The teams are: JJ, Harry, and Simon." I say, smiling wickedly. "Ethan, Josh, and Vik."

Tobi turns to me with his fist out. "Rock, paper, scissors to see who gets JJ. Loser takes the other team."

"Rock!"

"Paper!"

"Scissors!"

"Go!"

I throw rock. Tobi throws paper. He wraps my hand in his instantly, grinning. The boys cheer. I can't lie, being stuck with Simon, JJ, and Harry feels... promising.

"Vik, Josh, Ethan, come on!" Tobi gestures, arms wide. They trudge over, groaning loudly.

"And I have... my dream team." I nod to Simon, JJ, and Harry, who all cheer like I just handed them the lottery.

Tobi lays out the rules:
    1.    Be fair.
    2.    No illegal shit.
    3.    Meet on the yacht at 7PM for dinner.

I pull out my vlogging camera, smirking. "Right, boys. Listening closely: Step one — pack my suitcase."

Blank stares.

"Go on."

Groans fill the room as they begin. Clothes pass from JJ to Harry to Simon, folded and packed under my watchful eye. I whip out my phone, recording for Instagram.

"Hey! That's mine!" Simon protests, playful as ever.

"Mate, once a girl touches your clothes, they're officially hers," Harry says, earning a side-eye from Simon.

"True," I add, catching a sock thrown at me from JJ. "And apparently, I'm terrible at returning them."

I point at JJ. "Twenty push-ups. Fatty."

He rolls his eyes and hits the floor. Harry and Simon watch, smirking, clearly enjoying the chaos.

"Chop chop!" I shout. Honestly, this is addictive.

—

Case packed, I set a new challenge. "Harry, Jide — make me lunch. Something exotic. Out of my comfort zone. Cameras rolling, obviously."

They nod and head to the kitchen. Simon stays behind, looking worried.

"Scared?" I tease.

He grabs my hands, pulling me to stand between his legs. His arm snakes around my waist, his hand sliding low.

"Hey!" I laugh, shoving him gently. He flops back onto the bed, holding his hands up defensively.

Then he grabs my hands again, pulling me down to hover over him.

"What do you want me to do?" His smile is uncontrollable.

"Well..." I lean in, kissing him, fingers tracing his chest to his cheek. Of course, his hands find my hips.

I pull back, straddling him. "Actually... I need you to edit a video for me."

He groans dramatically, reaching for a pillow above his head. Naturally, he smacks me in the face with it.

I laugh, grabbing the pillow. "Rude."