Sidemen Imagines

Tattoo extra, Harry and Simon's chat

Wooooh! Well done for reading this far and it has taken me a while to write so I hope you like it.

Harry's POV

I got up off Simon's bed slipping my hand away from (Y/N)'s, leaving her alone and vulnerable as I walked away. I kept my eyes focused ahead of me as I left even though I badly wanted to look back to her as I felt her sorrowful gaze on me but I forced myself not to. Once I'd exited the room and closed the door behind me I moved to my right a bit and leant my back against the wall. I placed my hands over my face, hiding my eyes especially as I broke down in a river of emotions.

Did she really mean to kiss him? She wanted to, am I not good enough anymore? Does Simon love her? Was she telling the truth? Does she think he's better than me? All these questions raced through my head at the speed of light as the tears dropped onto my hands. I couldn't stop my emotions as they flowed out continuously. I stayed there for a few minutes before bandaging myself up and going downstairs to confront Simon.

It didn't take long at all because I found him instantly, stood by the fridge, in the kitchen, eating away his feelings. He was startled when he saw me and dropped the food he had in his hands which landed on the worktop. His eyes weren't that red or his cheeks, he must have calmed down a bit. He picked up the food and placed it back into the fridge as I took a cautious step forwards from the doorframe.

"What do you want Harry? Have you left (Y/N) by herself, upset?" Simon asked me a little annoyed but also willingly. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard?

"She's upstairs alone and sad so let's make it as quick as it can be so she doesn't have to be. I want to hurt you but I'm not going to I just want you to tell me everything honestly that I ask you. I'll start by asking, did you make the move on her and if so why?" I said staring Simon in the face seriously whilst trying to hold back my anger I conveyed to attack. My hands had turned into fireballs but I released them once realising, placing them into my pockets so they would be stuck there and I wouldn't be tempered to use them. I wanted to punch him but I also didn't, I promised (Y/N) I wouldn't so I won't break my promise.

"We both kind of made the move together but I guess I triggered it. I told her that her tattoo was beautiful like her and that it made her even cuter which isn't a lie because I think it does. She took it as a compliment, we both locked eyes and I dragged her to the side to kiss her. She didn't have to follow me but she did. She could have pulled away but she didn't. Neither of us forced the kiss, it just happened as we both leant in at the same time. I guess we were both just caught in the moment and it just happened. I know she loves you dearly Harry and that she doesn't love me like that but it just was." Simon says whilst sat down on the stool fiddling with his thumbs as he stares at me with honest eyes. I can't help but feel betrayed as Simon says this and matches it with what (Y/N) said but I also feel slightly normal on the surface as if nothing has happened because they both said (Y/N) doesn't love Simon so I feel like I still have my girlfriend but deep down I know they shared a wrong connection. A few tears escape and I let them flow.

"Thank you for sharing... Do you love (Y/N) or have any feelings for her?" I ask between breaths stopping to grasp myself and make my mouth spill the words.

Simon takes a few moments before he responds, "Yes, I love her, but more of a sister than a girlfriend. We grew up together; I care for her like family and never want to see her injured. I do love her partly as a companion and if she felt the same way then I could see us together as a couple but I'm perfectly fine the way things are. I would never make a move on her whilst she was with someone and what happened today was a mishap that doesn't ever need to be repeated. I'm utterly sorry."

I was taken slightly aback from Simon's response and pulled out a seat to sit on to steady myself. I placed my hands onto my nose and mouth as I processed the information and thought of a response. What do I say now? They've both said it was a mistake but what they did was wrong. Can I forgive them; do I want to forgive them? Can I afford to lose them? The tears leapt out, keeping my eyes moist as I thought of what to say and do.