Sidemen Oneshots

Class - Minishaw

Harry hates being at school(high school), but maybe Simon can help him get through.

*Note: the two are dating in this

Word Count: 677

All I wanted to do was go home. I stared expectantly at the ticking clock; the room was so silent that the soft noise was audible.

Minute after minute of unbearable silence.

Home. I chuckled noiselessly. What even was my home? My thoughts drifted off the assignment in front of me to the little flat I shared with a few other friends.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang, causing a few students to jump in surprise.

"All right guys!" A week of school had gone by, and I still didn't know my history teacher's name. "Remember, you have pg. 67 in the textbook—" Her shrill voice faded into the din of the hallway. Groups of students hung around, laughing at their lockers with each other. A typical high school scene.

I sighed. 1 down, 5 to go. I reached into my back pocket to grab my phone.

With a start, I realized it was empty.

"Where is my phone...?" I spun in a circle, checking the floor to make sure I hadn't dropped it. As I pivoted on my back heel, I noticed there was someone standing behind me.

A familiar head of blonde hair dipped in dark red met my eyes as I glanced up. I was so startled, I almost made the mistake of backing away.

Simon Minter stood in front of me, a lopsided grin plastered on his face. He held out my missing phone in one long arm and sweets in the other hand.

Ignoring the smile tugging at my lips, I scowled, not in the mood for another one of my boyfriend's little games.

The beautiful boy in front of me noticed my frown and his smile faded, his arm dropping to his side.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

I sighed before answering. I'd been unhappy all morning, and the feeling was multiplied by the little sleep I'd gotten.

"I'm so tired right now and I just don't want to be here," I replied, whining a little exaggeratedly.

"Aw, Hazza, it's okay." Simon cast a look of pity to me and pulled me in for a warm hug, wrapping his long arms around the back of my neck. He gently patted my back, bending a little to land a soft kiss on the top of my head. "See? I gotchu now."

Hiding my face in his light gray Sidemen hoodie, I breathed deeply, calming myself with the comforting scent of Simon.

A little awkwardly, the guy patted the top of my head.

"You good now, Harry?" he gently lifted my chin up and asked with genuine worry shining through his cerulean eyes.

"I'm better now that you're here, Si." As the words fell out of my mouth, a fiery blush spread across my face at how ridiculous and cheesy they sounded.

I ducked my face back into Simon's chest as he let out a bemused giggle, hugging me tightly.

And of course the bell, which signaled the end of our passing time, took that exact moment to ring.

Simon let out another laugh at the 'perfect timing,' blocking me from moving with his arms.

"Siiimoon," I groaned in complaint. "Now I'm gonna be late for class." I put on a fake pout, sticking out my bottom lip as far as it could go.

The blonde boy laughed at the face I was making, and I took the moment to break free of his grasp.

Dusting myself off a little, I shouldered my (blue)backpack and began to head towards my next dreadful class, maths.

By now, the hallways were empty.

Finally recovering from his excessive giggling, Simon shouted a "Wait!" after me, his voice resounding in the hall.

I turned back around to see him standing directly behind me again, holding out my phone just like he had been a minute ago.

This time, I wasted no time and grabbed it, saying a quick "Thank you!" and turning on my heels to the maths room.

Needless to say, I was in an unbreakably good mood for the rest of the day.