Sidemen One-Shots

Wroetoshaw #1 - Pros and Cons to My Rich Best Friend

This one is for Got_the_boost_Harry and it's a long one! Hope you like it!

Also, want to say that you can request ships too!

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He hasn't always been rich -

"Harry, come on! We're gonna be late!" A young girl, with brown hair flowing freely behind her as she runs, shouts.

She's running alongside a bus that is slowly getting ahead of her and closer to it's stop, which is currently empty and they both know it won't stop if they don't get to the bus stop in time.

Harry is dawdling as school is not the most enjoyable thing. He wouldn't at all mind missing a couple hours or even the whole day due to missing their bus.

Aimee, on the other hand, knows that she will get in trouble if she misses the bus. Her parents are always nagging her about how she always takes too long to get ready when, in reality, it's Harry. She's always ready and out of the house for half past seven but Harry is normally only just crawling out of bed by that time.

By the time she breathlessly reaches the stop, the bus is long gone and she has to bend over, hands on her knees, to catch her breath.

It's not long after that Harry comes strolling up to her side, with a fake look of dismay on his face.

"Argh, what a shame." He says, emotionless as he grips one of the handles to his back pack and gestures to the disappearing bus.

Aimee stands, striking a hand across the top of his arm and he immediately jumps away, a smile present as he clutches his arm. It didn't hurt, but he could pretend.

"It's not funny, Haz! I'm gonna be in so much trouble!"

"Come on, Aimee. Live a little." Harry exclaims, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and squeezing her against him with a bone crushing grip.

"I can do that when I have qualifications and a job." She shoves away from him and goes and sits on the bench inside the bus stop.

Harry can understand why she is upset but he isn't going to let her sit and sulk in a cold bus stop for and hour and a half until the next bus comes.

"Come on, I want a McDonalds breakfast and you are coming with me." He goes and grabs her hand, dragging her to the edge of the road where they can cross over to the convenient McDonalds just a few hundred yards down the other side of the road.

"I don't want to come with you. If someone we know sees us I'm in even bigger trouble."

Harry shakes his head, starting to drag her across the semi busy main road as he starts to jog when a car beeps and swerves past him. Aimee jerks back, whilst Harry laughs and sticks his middle finger up at the driver.

"Wanker!" He shouts before turning to Aimee, "You need to come." He claims, pulling her across the other side of the road and starting to walk down, leaving her behind.

"Why?"

Her arms are crossed and she has a determined look on her face.

"Because I'm skint. Duh."

He buys good presents -

"Happy birthday!" A sea of family and friends shout as Aimee blows out her candles.

She's finally eighteen.

She has been waiting for this day for so long.

It could be better, Harry could be here. She isn't complaining though. The day has been amazing and she can't blame Harry for having just moved to London. It isn't his or her fault that he is busy.