Sidemen Imagines

Tattoo (Harry?/Simon? Part 2)

Part 2 of 3, hope you enjoy.

I cried in the shop, probably making the staff think I hated the tattoo when I actually loved it but Si dragged me away from the studio before we could find out. He brought me to his car where he opened the passenger seat for me to get in which I did get in with his help.

I cried in the car as he drove us to the house. Si asked if I wanted any music on and I didn't want any on even though music cheered me up usually, I just wasn't in the mood. I buried my face in my hands as we drove not wanting Simon to see me like this. I eventually lowered my hands because I had completely wet them and needed to wipe them on my jeans which I did. I stopped myself from covering my face again and instead rested the left side of my face onto the car window gazing out to see hundreds of raindrops trickling down the outside of the rear view mirror until I saw my reflection. I looked a wreck with my gleaming red cheeks and puffed up eyes filled with oceans. I don't think I'd ever looked that bad from crying before which just made me more upset.

We pulled up to the house in silence. I had just about stopped crying but I still looked and felt a mess. Simon helped me get out of the car as I wasn't really able to move from a loss of energy so he placed my limp left arm over his shoulder and he placed his arm around my back walking with most of my weight on him until we reached the front door. I wanted to thank him but I was incapable of doing much except crying and my lips were wavering stopping me from moving them.

Simon opened the door with his free left hand still propping me up as he turned the key and pushed the door open with his left leg revealing the staircase. "Hello", he said as helped me up the step into the hallway waiting for a reply.

"Hi", Vik and JJ both said coming from the front room on the left.

"I brought (Y/N) back like I said so we're going upstairs now for some peace and quiet", Simon replied directing it at them from the entrance to the house.

"Hi (Y/N)", JJ said excited to hear I was here.

"(Y/N) says hi but she doesn't want to talk right now so she'll speak later. Right we're going upstairs now, speak later", Simon said quickly for me before they could reply. Then he lowered his back wanting me to hop on for a piggy back like we used to when we were young but I was too weak to jump so I just shook my head. Instead he picked me up bridal style until we reached his room where he gently placed me onto his bed and then closed the door so it was only us.

"Th...ank...you", was all I could manage between gulps of air through my crying and snorting. Simon looked down at me with a melancholy look as he paced over to me after just closing the door. He sat down next to me, to my left, on the edge of the bed placing an arm around the top of my back hugging my shoulder as I turned and buried my face into his chest. He cradled me in his hold whispering 'shush' into my ear as I gulped on my cries trying to stop. He didn't stop whispering to me until I looked up after barricading the streams to find that his eyes were moist but no tears had fallen. He looked down at me wiping away the water on my face once I had sat up.

"Thank you, I'm really grateful for everything that you have done for me in the last 30 minutes." I manage to say holding myself together at last, but looking down at my hands and fiddling with my fingers as I said it not being able to look him in the eyes. He places a hand under my chin and turns my face up to look at him where the corners of his mouth have been tugged ever so slightly.

"I did it because I care about you (Y/N) and I didn't want you to have to deal with it alone. After all it was my fault", he says shallowly and glumly.

"No, Si, it wasn't your fault. I kissed you and before we had gotten so close I could have left or stopped it but I didn't. I let it happen." I say finally being able to look him in the eyes but wishing I hadn't because his eyes mirrored mine, full of fluid and regret. "I wasn't thinking right, it was stupid, I regretted it immediately no matter how much I loved it at the time straight after I hated myself, and now I've hurt Harry and he has no clue", I continue to say but turn to look out of the windows not wanting to see Simon's emotions and instead gaze out at the view hoping to get lost in the scenery but the only thing on my mind was Harry and how I've lost him.

What will he say once he finds out? I have to tell him. I can't not tell him. We tell each other everything; we don't keep secrets. Even if I tried to hide this the guilt would build up so much that I would explode within seconds and have to tell him. "I have to tell him Si", I eventually say breaking the silence and turn to face him to await a response. He was cupping his hands out in front of him just staring down at the floor but turned to my gaze once I'd finished speaking.

"Right now?" he asked a little shocked as I nodded but once he let the words sink in he nodded back in agreement. "Okay but do you might want to clean up your appearance first? I think he will suspect the worst if he sees you like that", Simon says neutrally trying not to offend me as I walk over to the mirror. It wasn't me so I turned back around quickly and nodded with wide eyes.

"I don't have anything with me but my phone and money though", I say looking down to my bag on the floor beside the bed.

"I can get you clothes. We have plenty", Simon replied picking himself off the bed and exiting the room. I went into his bathroom and cleaned my face up, when I returned there lay a new jumper and pair of joggers for me.

"Thank you", I replied looking Simon in the face, his cheeks weren't red anymore and his eyes were clear. "Now all I have to do to get Harry over", I said nervously whilst getting my phone out of my bag and placing it back down on the bed. "I think I'll get changed first if you don't mind", I asked Simon.

"Sure I'll just pop into the bathroom", he said as he walked over to his on suite and gently closed the doors behind him.

I got changed into my new, clean clothes and then hesitantly picked up my phone and forced myself to text Harry.

Hi Harry could you please come over and pick me up x

Sure I'm on my way. See you in a bit (Y/N) x Byeee

I walked over to the windows, leant down to rest my arms on the window sill as I stared out and thought about how I had to tell him. I don't want him to hate me even though I would understand why he would. I don't want him to get angry at Simon either because it wasn't his fault. I hate myself so much right now; why didn't I stop, I could have stopped and I should have stopped. I never meant any harm by it and now I've harmed myself and Harry who is completely innocent. I love Harry to death and never want any harm to come to him and now I've created the biggest harm to him from my thoughtless stupid self.

I stood up straight and picked my hand up to me face and slapped myself across the face, violently because of how stupid and arrogant I'd behaved. It took me away from my thoughts and back into the room as Simon opened the door as I had just lowered my hand back down. I turned away from him instantly and faced the corner of the room pretending I hadn't heard him enter.

"(Y/N), why are you facing the walls?" Simon asked suspiciously, stopping a few feet behind me but trying to see my reflection in the windows.

"No reason. I just wanted to clear my head so facing the wall with nothing on helps", I replied at an even tone trying to sound convincing over the lie I had just told.

"Okay but why in the corner and not anywhere else?" Simon asked even more curiously detecting something was wrong as he took one more step forward.

"I don't know why I just stood here", I say trying not to sound angered. Just as I finished speaking my phone buzzed alerting me of a message. I slid my hand into my pocket where my phone was resting and took it out to see that Harry had messaged me.

I'm outside the house, do you want me to come in or are you going to pick your stuff up and come outside?

Could you come in please? I want to talk a bit before we head off x

Alright I'm at the door and just as that was delivered to my phone the doorbell rang as if by magic.

I heard footsteps going towards the door and then Harry's voice as the door was opened. I could hear faint voices and then presumably the front door being slammed shut before the footsteps made their way upstairs until they stopped to be replaced by a knock at the door, Simon's bedroom door.

Hope you enjoyed and part 3 will be published soon.