Sidemen Shots

It Hurts ~ Kshaw

-Miscommunication, anxiety.

Harry chewed on his bottom lip nervously, too many thoughts swirling around his brain, doing nothing to calm him.

Currently, he was cuddled in bed with his boyfriend, wondering whether or not he should speak up.

He took a deep breath, turning his head slightly so it was against the mattress. He didn't bother turning around to face the older boy.

"JJ?" He called, testing to see if he was even awake. When he received a loud, tired groan in response, Harry continued. "You know... you know I love you, right?

JJ hummed softly, causing Harry's lips to twitch in a shy smile.

But then a thought hit him, and Harry couldn't help but blurt it out immediately, smile diminishing.

"Do you love me too?" He asked, hopefully.

When Harry received no response, his smile dropped completely.

"Oh, right, sorry." He muttered, pushing his head harder against the mattress, hoping for no tears to fall. That would just be pathetic.

~~~

Harry blinked lazily, feeling relaxed as he began to wake up.

And then he remembered their little late night talk, and suddenly he didn't feel so relaxed.

Holding back a whimper, Harry gently removed JJ's arm from around his waist, shuffling out of bed before making his way out of the room.

Water, Harry needed water. He headed towards the kitchen, passing Simon's room and pondering on whether or not he should check to see if he was awake. If he was, then maybe Harry could talk to someone.

But, stood outside of Simon's door, Harry decided against it, then kept going for the kitchen.

Inside it he found Simon, leaning against the side with a mug clutched in both hands, looking like he'd woken up not long before Harry.

"Alright, Bog?"

Harry nodded, but then a single tear fell from the corner of his eye and he found himself shaking his head frantically. More tears began to fall.

Simon's face dropped, and he placed his mug onto the side before opening his arms for Harry.

"Oh, Harry." He whispered, hand rubbing a soothing line up and down his friend's back.

Harry continued to sniffle into Simon's neck, up until the moment JJ entered the kitchen, a good ten minutes later.

He looked barely awake, movements slow and eyes half-open. He seemed to wake a little when he caught sight of his best friend comforting his boyfriend.

"You okay Haz? What's wrong?" He rushed out, walking directly over to the pair.

He stood to the side of them both, having moved from behind Harry so that he could actually see his boyfriends face. (The best he could with it hidden in the crook of Simon's neck.)

"Nothing." Harry replied, pulling away from Simon, wiping his eyes as he got himself a glass of water. He chugged the whole glass quickly, dumping it in the sink when he was done. After, he made his way back to JJ's room.

~~~

BOG
im telling you behz
he doesn't love me bk

behz
you don't know that harry
maybe he just fell asleep

BOG
whatever
ill see you tomorrow yh

behz
course

~~~

"Harry?" JJ called, just as Harry dropped his phone against the mattress and flopped onto his back. "What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing."

"Babe, just tell me."

Harry tucked his hands under his armpits when he realised that they were shaking.

"You don't love me."

"What?" JJ shouted, way louder than he meant to. "I love you!"

Harry just shrugged, not feeling up to getting into the whole thing again; he'd already poured his heart out to Ethan over text.

"Harry, babe, look at me." JJ said, and Harry suddenly felt the bed dip, a hand on his chin guiding his head until he was facing JJ.

"I love you, yeah? Never doubt that."

Harry couldn't help it. He broke into tears.

Again.

JJ sat against the headboard of his bed, tugging his crying boyfriend up with him until he was in a position where he could comfortably wrap his arms around him.

"I love you, Harry. I love you so much. So, so, much. It literally fucking hurts, Harry."

That just made Harry cry that little bit harder.