hatred | miniminter

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under a week has passed since simon and i decided to continue to sleep together, still unsure of what to call it because i definitely could not class it as 'friends with benefits', there are still parts of him i dislike and i still hate the way he treated me in the past. adjusting my dress around my body which hugs my curves in surprisingly the right places, i throw on the shoes i wore many times on holiday which instantly bring back the memories of the ibiza heat.

throwing my bag onto my shoulder, i walk into my kitchen and gather the bottle of wine and gift bag from the side for vik's birthday tomorrow, but we are celebrating tonight. i nervously anticipate how simon is going to act around me tonight as i glance one more time in the mirror at the terribly covered purple bruises scattered across my neck, which simon jokingly claimed as 'marking his territory' meaning i have to make some lame excuse as to why i'm covered in love bites because makeup barely covers them.

walking into the flat, i glance around the decorated room which was obviously done by ellie. "hey guys!" i shout cheerily, glancing around the flat.

"eden!" vik runs over to me cheerily, bringing me into a hug.

"happy birthday." i pull away from the hug beaming at him as i pass him the gift bag.

"thanks." he smiles taking the bag from me, "you didn't have to."

"shut up, you can open it now and use it tonight." i insist, gesturing to the bag. he leans it on the counter, swiftly opening it he pulls out a card and a bottle of don julio tequila.

"don julio!" he yells at the top of his lungs and thanks me once again, opening the card. a chuckle emerges from his chest as he glances down at it, looking at the minecraft birthday card i picked out from the 'children's birthday' section, causing me to giggle. "aw, thanks eden." he places the card upright on the side, pulling me into a hug.

"no problem." i smile at him as he passes me a cup for my wine.

"do a shot with me?" he asks, twisting the cap of an already open bottle of tequila and grabs two shot glasses as i pour myself a cup of wine.

"if you insist." i beam, clinking our glasses together and instantly shot them as i cringe from the taste. we walk over to everyone already here and we all greet one another with hugs, until i get to simon who i awkwardly look up at, offering him an awkward smile. he lifts his eyebrows up at me, taking a swig from the cider in his finger tips as i take a deep breath in. we didn't realise how long we had been looking at one another for until jj awkwardly clears his throat behind us.

"well then." jj mutters under his breath, forcing me to swiftly turn around and look at him. "can't believe the fans going crazy about you two." his eyes flicker between simon and i.

"oh yeah, i know." i nod tensely, taking a sip of my drink.

"is a bit dodgy you two being in the bathroom together." josh glances at me. i groan at his comment, shaking my head.

"it's freya's fault for blurting it out on stream." i grin at the blonde haired girl before me.

"true." she nods, looking around the group.

"yeah, freya!" simon exclaims, "trying to get us in shit." he smiles at her, instantly making me jealous of the fact he can't act like that with me when we are surrounded by everyone. it all has to be in secret. i fold my arm over my chest, awkwardly taking gulps of my wine and stand in silence.

"what's up?" ethan nudges me, whispering slightly.

"nothing." i smile, completely changing my posture to make myself appear happier.

"hmm, are you sure?" he questions.

"yeah." i quickly nod, "actually, come take some photos of me." i gesture to the balloon garland around the large window.