Sidemen Imagines

Tattoo (Harry?/Simon? Part 3)

Part 3 of 3. Sorry it's pretty long but it is the end.

I was expecting the knock so it didn't surprise me, just worried me even more that Harry was so close but yet so far away from me. Simon went over to the door and opened it to a lively Harry who man hugged Simon in the doorway before pulling away and walking over to me. He stopped in the middle of the room when he saw me standing in the corner gazing out of the last window.

"(Y/N) what's wrong?" Harry asked with worry intertwined with every word as he quickly ran over to my side. I turned to the side, away from him, preventing him looking at my face and thankfully my hair was flopped over my face helping to hide my face which was good because tears started to trickle down my cheeks.

Harry pulled my hair away from my face gently before I could stop him. He could see the tears in my eyes but that wasn't what struck him, the red handprint on my cheek was. I grabbed hold of his wrist tightly before he could move. "No...Harry...No...Please...Stop." I managed to say between breaths and as he attempted to escape. Something in my voice made him stop. He stopped trying to escape and just stared. He looked at the mess I had become once again. He turned my grip on his wrist into us holding hands and squeezed in horror and anger but not hurtfully. His eyes became watery like mine. He slowly lifted his right hand up until it hovered millimetres in the air next to my cheek before very gently placing his hand onto my marked cheek. His eyes were now filled with sorrow, dread and fire but mostly sorrow as he inched his fingers across the redness until he reached the end on my nose.

"But...who would do that?" he asked trying to steady his speech as he moved his hand off my face and into my hair where he wrapped my hair around his fingers. His sorrow had slowly turned to hate but he was still gentle with me. I looked down at the floor not able to say it to his face.

"I-it was...me", I say between gulps looking down not being able to talk to his face. He took his hand out my hair and placed it under my chin lifting my head up so I was forced to look at him.

"Why? Did he make you do it?" he said angered pointing to Simon who I'd forgotten was even in the room. He tried to escape but I restrained his wrist back again.

"No, I did it myself. Simon didn't even know I'd done it." I say truthfully after regaining my speech but collapse my eyes and lean onto Harry's chest which he accepts hugging me whilst rubbing my back to calm me down. He rests his head onto mine and leaves it there for a good minute until he speaks and lifts his head off mine to look down at me as he speaks.

"Why did you do it (Y/N)?" he asks softly still hugging me and stroking my hair.

"Because I kissed her", Simon said loud enough for me to hear through my sniffles but not too loud, it was clear and made me jump a little not expecting Simon to have spoken. Harry instantly turned around and death stared Simon but hesitated before thinking about moving.

"You what!" Harry almost shouted back at him before looking back to my crying corpse in his arms and then back at Simon.

"You heard me", Simon followed up by saying also heated. I looked up to see his hands where balled up into fists ready for battle. He saw that I had looked up making him ease off a little as I shook my head at his fire. I locked my eyes back onto Harry and felt his hands also transform into fists as he fixed his eyes on his prey.

"Stop, please! I don't want anyone else hurt. Enough pain has already been spread today to last me a life time; I want to deal with his responsibly by talking not fighting". I pleaded placing my hand onto Harry's chest feeling the fiery breathes die down a bit as he listened, seeing sense as he relaxed his fists. Simon copied but his face was still very angered.