I finished applying my makeup for the evening.

Simon had came running after me yesterday and he told me he was sorry, and that he would take me out to dinner everyday for a full 7 days.

So here I am, standing in my full body mirror wondering if my outfit was appropriate. Apparently we were going to some fancy Italian restaurant in central London.

I squeeze my hands into fists and then extend them, attempting to relieve the anxiety that was pulsing through me.

I had no reason to be nervous- we hated each other for fuck sake.

I just hope we don't end up having a argument in the restaurant.

The reason I asked this of Simon was so that I could spend time alone with him rather than having to try to speak to him with the others.

I straightened out my dress and looked at my black slip on shoes- tonight was not a night for heels.

See, no one really knew what I was. I loved sport- obviously football is my favourite- but I also love dresses and makeup.

See my YouTube channel is a mixture of sport, gaming and makeup, which is good because it can satisfy any kind of watcher.

I open my bedroom door and find Simon leaning up the wall opposite with one foot against the wall, his hand tucked into the pocket of a pair of black jeans and his other hand resting at his side.

"You look nice, fat ass," He says and I roll my eyes and then look him up and down.

He has his hair styled like it usually is, his choice of shirt was a deep purple, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and it suited him, he wore black jeans that weren't too skinny and fit his figure nicely, and finally a pair of simple trainers, that looked rather nice considering.

"Not so bad yourself, dickhead, but you do look a bit casual for a restaurant," I say and stands up and begins to walk to the stairs.

"C'mon fat ass," He calls and I sigh deeply.

I follow after him, when we reach the bottom I take my coat. I shrug it on and then follow Simon out the door.

We climb into his car and I hum along absentmindedly to the music that he had on.

After a good 30 minutes of driving, with no conversation what so ever we arrive at the restaurant of Simon's choosing.

We head inside and the waiter smiles.

"Table for Simon Minter," Says Simon and the waiter nods.

"Mr and Mrs Minter, right this way," He says, guiding us to the table.

I smirk as Simon's cheeks flush a little.

We sit down and the waiter hands us a menu each.

I scan down before looking up at Simon.

"Mr and Mrs Minter?" I ask, removing my coat and placing it over the back of my chair.

"Well it was easier than booking it under to separate names," He says and I smirk.

"Its okay, I know you want to marry me really," I say and he rolls his eyes.

"In your dreams," He snorts and I pick out a tasty sounding pasta dish.

Eventually the waiter returns and he brings over a bottle of red wine, holding it out for us to look at.

"Thats my favourite wine," I look at Simon, "How did you know?"

"I had a feeling," He says and I nod to the waiter to let him know he can pour the wine.

"By the way, Elise, you look really beautiful," Says Simon and I almost choke on the wine I was drinking.

I replace my glass and smile at him, he seemed to be being genuine for once.

"I think thats now the nicest thing you've ever said to me," I say and he takes a gulp of the wine.

"And fat ass isn't a nice thing to call you?" He asks, smiling smugly.

"Oh sure, very good for the self esteem," I say and he rolls his eyes.

"C'mon, Elise, you know you're hot, you don't need people to tell you that," He says and I raise my eyebrows, what was going on in his head?

"The wine getting to your head already?" I ask and he chuckles.

"No, I'm being serious," He says and I can't help my smile.

"Well, if thats so, thank you," I say and he gives me a half smile.

I look into his eyes for a moment, and I swear I see them sparkle- how cliché right?

The waiter then comes over with our meals, placing them down before us.

"Thank you," Simon and I say in unison and the we begin eating.

Most of the meal is ate in silence.

Once we finish we order cheesecake for dessert, which arrives fairly quickly.

"Ready to head home?" Simon asks and I nod.

"Lets go," I say and he pays for the meal before leading me out to his car.

We hop inside and head for home, not really speaking for the entire journey back.

Simon pulls up on the drive and we both get out before heading inside.

I shrug off my coat before hanging it up.

Simon announces we're home and suddenly Vik, Josh and JJ come bounding into the hallway.

"Did you argue loads?" JJ asks.

"Did you fight in the restaurant?" Vik speaks almost too quickly to understand.

"No, we had a lovely time actually, Simon even called me hot," I say, smirking as I watch Simon's cheeks flare.

"What?!" JJ bursts out laughing, soon to be followed by Vik and even Josh allows a chuckle.

"Where do you wanna' go tomorrow?" Simon asks while the others continue to laugh.

"Nandos?" I ask and a grin seeps onto his face.

"I feel like for someone who hates me, you know me quite well," He says and I shrug.

"The others talk about you way too much," I say and he smirks.

"Sure they do," He says before making his way upstairs.

Vik and JJ eventually pick themselves up off the floor and Josh just rolls his eyes.

"Right, losers, I'm going to go edit my video for today, have fun laughing," I giggle before heading up the stairs after Simon.

I head into my room and instantly fall onto my bed. I pull my laptop up off the floor and turn it on, pondering about this evenings events.

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Thank you for reading!

~KatnissBajanCanadian❤️