Sidemen Shots

Security - Minishaw (Part 1?)

Thanks to wzshaw for the inspiration for this. The premise is kind of that Simon is the only environment in which Harry doesn't stutter/feels completely safe and secure.

It is halfway through the video shoot, about ten minutes after Simon notices that Harry is getting antsy, that Harry is dragged away from where the rest of the group are gathered. He notices a couple odd looks from some of their newer crew members, which doesn't help his anxiety any. Makes it far worse, actually, therefore making Simon's job to calm him down that much harder.

Simon is never one to give up too easy, at least.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" Simon asks as they edge further and further away from the others. Harry has to force himself to take a deep breath, his blinking purposely exaggerated. He can recognise the border, knows that if he's not careful he'll start absorbing Simon's voice more than his words.

"I'm doing okay," Harry says, his voice quieter than his thoughts will ever be. The statement isn't a blatant lie, but it definitely isn't the absolute truth, either. "I just need to get away for a bit."

If it was anyone else, Harry would flinch violently at the feeling of the shoulder that bumps his own in response, but he had been hoping for - waiting for - any form of touch from Simon. As a result, he doesn't so much as twitch.

"That's what I'm here for, eh?"

"Yeah, I s'pose so." Harry states, as if Simon isn't so much more to him than just his social relaxant.

"Fancy a game of pool?" Simon asks, as the two of them take the time to wander around the property, wishing to find a space away from everyone else for a little while. It's not a desperate need just yet, but it is for sure a want that will benefit them both. Will calm Harry as well as Simon, who himself wasn't feeling so comfortable back up at the main house.

"Go on, then. You're on, Minter."

The space, and the game, both turn out to be good ideas. Better than either of them had expected, to be honest. They provide time away from the chaotic social situation happening a little ways away, at some other point of the property, as well as a distraction and incentive for Harry to chill - to soothe his nerves a little. Even Simon gets a moment to socially recuperate, his fond eyes trained on Harry, gaze unfiltered now that they're finally alone together.

They use the chance to their full potential, their glass hindrances placed off to the side with a truce spoken into the air despite the unanimous trust they hold. Will forever and always hold for one another.

The precarious serenity takes a blow the moment JJ enters the room, but the older man must see something in Harry's eyes (or body language) as he follows Simon's demands first time, in the absence of questions. He lingers without complaint, his own glass also placed next to the other two.

"Woah, you're doing really well, Harry." He comments after eyeing the pool table, taking a seat with an unusual, but not unwelcome, calm demeanor.

"Th-thanks." A shrug, humble with an edge of rattled self-consciousness. "Minter's b-been kicking m-my arse th-though."

"That's 'cause Simon is such a fucking tryhard," There's a blatant, mocking inflection on the insult. It's one that has Simon expressing an accommodating chuckle and Harry puffing a nervous giggle, but it is by no means hilarious, undeserving of both laughs, in all honesty. Nor is it meant with any malicious intent. (Harry actually feels rather indignant over it, either way, but he can tell that JJ means well: he merely wants Harry to feel comfortable in his presence.)

If their temporary, self-developed utopia takes a hit when JJ enters, a nightmare is without a doubt created the second Lux's voice reaches their ears from outside. The man's body follows immediately after, barging his way past Vik and through the sliding glass door.