minishaw one-shots

race to paris

 warnings: smut (4011 words)

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   "Simon Minter, I will never forgive you for what you've done to me today," Harry said as he stood there in a ridiculous mime outfit. He was the very definition of shame, and he hadn't felt this stupid in a long time. At least he had Vik because he was pretty sure he would've jumped off the ferry if he had been paired up with anyone else.

Of course, Simon had created the teams randomly, but it was always somehow Harry who ended up being the victim of a trick someone had up their sleeves. He had been on his best behaviour, didn't want any of his frustrations to impact the video, especially because Simon had been trying his absolute best to carefully plan it out.

He wasn't hoping for much, didn't want to go to Disneyland like Tobi and JJ, didn't care about Ethan and Josh getting drunk on a private jet. All he wanted was to spend some time with Simon in Paris, but he was just over the whole thing after waiting in line for the ferry for over two hours, not to even mention the bloody ferry ride itself. At least Vik's drawing of him cheered him up a bit.

Simon had barely replied to Harry's texts all day and every task Harry got that could distract him from wondering what Simon was up to, only worsened his indignation.

By the time he finally stepped out of the stretched-out Bentley and saw the rustic piece of metal, which was one of the most famous landmarks in the world, he was completely drained of all energy. He then heard Simon shouting his name, shouting Vik's name and he saw the tall blond wave at them. His legs carried him over to Simon and Vik trudged behind him.

"Simon Minter, you horrible person," he let out, wrapping his arms around Simon.

"I'm so sorry," Simon replied, hugging Harry back.

"You horrible bastard," he repeated, squeezing Simon's waist a bit tighter. The moment was short, too short. He then moved back, and Vik went in for a weak hug, void of any energy.

"I'm so sorry about this," Simon apologised again, and a few seconds later he said it once more.

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Harry let out a long sigh as he sat down in the restaurant. It wasn't like he hadn't done enough sitting all day, but it had been exhausting to wait around, barely doing anything and he was honestly starving. Perhaps some food and a nice pint would better his mood because not only had he travelled for hours and lost a race that was basically designed to see who could get to Simon the quickest, but now that they were in the same country again, Simon was still sat on the far end of the other side of the table for some reason. He thought he would feel better after filming was done but it was almost like he couldn't keep his annoyance to himself, the moment the cameras were turned off.

"I think Vik and Harry coming back in a good mood has reassured me that it's good," he overheard Simon say to Johnny for the BTS video. He took a swig from his pint and grimaced painfully. Oh, how Simon was mistaken, and Harry hated that he wanted Simon to realise how bad his day had been. Simon had done nothing but planning the video the week prior, losing hours of sleep to go over the details for the fourth, fifth, sixth time, only to do it all again the next day.

Simon was under a great deal of stress, constantly reconsidering every move he made, every word he spoke when the cameras were on him, wondering if he gave the viewers a reason to hate him even more, and it was heart-breaking to see because no matter what Simon did, it never seemed to be good enough. Harry tried to rid Simon of any negative thoughts with his fingers and mouth, whenever Simon didn't want to talk about it, and if Simon asked him, they'd even go a step further. Simon needed it sometimes.