hatred | miniminter

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i lay in a spooning position with simon, his head buried into my neck as light snores emerge from his chest. it is the first time we have ever been laid like this together, but it somehow feels right. for someone who used to act so hostile towards me, i actually feel safe and comfortable in his embrace. i slowly move my arm out to grab my phone, not wanting to move too much to disturb him as i want us to remain like this forever - something i never thought i would feel. i look at my notifications, glancing at a text from jj.

from jide
is simon with you?

to jide
yeah

i sigh, scrolling through my phone, instantly feeling excited at remembering its our big party tonight. but i also dread to think about simon's hangover this morning and if simon was that fucked, i cannot imagine how the other boys were, which just makes me hope that they will be fine for tonight. simon stirs next to me, instantly groaning into the back of my hair, probably at the feeling of his emerging hangover. "how you feeling?" i ask.

"fuck off." he mutters, burying his head more into my neck which i didn't even think was possible, "i'm hanging." he mumbles.

"not surprised." i reach down to stroke his arm which is resting against my waist. "it's our party tonight."

"more drinking?" he cries out, squeezing my body against his more.

"maybe you shouldn't have drank so much last night." i murmur, still stroking the fine hairs along his arm.

"shut up." he hisses, moving his arm to move my hair from my neck, pressing his lips against it.

"so, you're hungover, but can still be like this."

"never too hungover for sex." he whispers against my skin, goosebumps forming along my arms.

"hmm." i mutter, pressing my bum against his growing bulge as he holds a tight grip against my waist, peppering my neck with kisses.

i stand in front of the mirror, adjusting my sage green satin dress, hoping that simon's hangover has faded away since i took him home. he claimed that 'sex is the best hangover cure', but i guess i will see for myself when i see him tonight. nervously gazing at myself in the mirror, i swipe my lipgloss over my lips and shakily put it into my bag, not knowing what to expect from tonight. gathering everything else i need and my drinks, i make my way to simon and jj's.

walking down the corridor to their flat, i already hear music blasting from inside and many voices chatting. i take in a deep breath and open the door, being greeted with cheers and hugs from all my friends. "hi guys." i grin up at ethan, cal and harry before me, falling into a large group hug. i walk through the flat, everyone calling me 'the birthday girl', glancing around the room at the balloons and banners scattered everywhere, the furniture pushed to one side of the room to make a larger space for all of us.

"eden!" freya grins, walking over to me with gee and mia.

"hi." i smile at them, gee putting a pink 'birthday girl' sash over my head. "aw thanks." i giggle.

"simon and josh refused to wear them." gee chuckles.

"yeah, maybe because they say birthday girl on them." freya nudges her, giggling.

"i'm gonna get a drink." i smile at the girls before me, pushing myself through everyone as i make way to the kitchen, spotting simon by the fridge. "how you feeling?" i look up at him, opening up a bottle of beer.

"fine." he responds bluntly, folding an arm over his chest.

"okay then." i furrow my eyebrows at him, grabbing a cup to pour myself a vodka lemonade. his plain-spoken attitude instantly creates a thick tension surrounding us as he strolls away from me. i distract myself from him, trying to push him to the back of the mind even though we are also celebrating his birthday tonight.