Sidemen Imagines

Meeting the parents (Part 2, Simon #3)

Really sorry for the slow upload I've been doing revision and binge watching shows that left my emotions ruined but I finally finished writing part 2 so here it is.

My breathing stopped a few seconds after I started to maintain a constant flow of oxygen but my heart hadn't stopped beating though, it increased, sending my blood pulsing off through my body even quicker than before, bulging my veins. Both my eyes had completely sealed shut but my body heat had risen in shock. My head had started to sweat a little and wasn't as droopy as before but was still weighing me down even though Simon was holding me. Simon. It was he who had made me stop breathing; he who had increased my heart rate and he who had increased my blood flow. It was all him.

He had inched closer to me when I'd started to lose it, taking hold of my head to steady me but what he did after I couldn't have prepared for. He'd leant down so his head was parallel to mine, being the same height too, and millimetres separating us before connecting us together. My lips had been forced onto from Simon's as a state of last resort, as panic took control, consuming him. He held the back of my head, tucking his right hand tightly underneath my messy hair and leaving his left hand on my neck to stop me from dangling my head as his lips met mine.

Gently and caringly he kissed me, taking away any oxygen present and replacing it with his soft lips. I managed to regain some strength from Simon; I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back gratefully. I felt his smile press against my lips, warming me to him even more as I smiled back before having to pull away. I lowered my head, staring down into my lap as I sucked in the air around me. I placed my hand onto my heart to shockingly find a normal, constant beat. Confusion crossed me. "But... how?" I asked myself, a near whisper as I raised my oxygen supply back up.

"I've been reading (Y/N). Ever since your last panic attack, I've been reading how to help stop them. I read that if you can get the person to stop breathing then it can help stop them having an attack. I didn't want to have to force myself onto you so I used it as my last resort and when you started to blackout I knew I had to. I couldn't watch you suffering like that any longer." Simon tells me softly, lifting my head without hands to listen to him. I see that relief has flooded his face and what he's telling me was not what I expected. I hoped my eyes spoke for me because I was speechless.

Had he really done that for me? All I could do was hug him so hard because my tongue had disappeared. I gripped hold of his back forcefully and he hugged me back tightly.

"Thank you so much", I said enthusiastically before planting a little but passionate kiss on his neck. His grip loosened as I kissed him, taking him by surprise and making him pull back. I released myself to see what he had to say.

"(Y/N) if it can save your life then I have to know, I can't let you go over something that can be prevented so easily", he said whilst staring deep into my pupils as I did his. He kept me close, taking hold of my waist with both his hands. I felt my cheeks heat up, turning a bright red as he spoke. Wavering, my lips wouldn't let me speak as I stared up at him smiling.

"You're perfect", I managed to eventually say, thrusting my lips apart and smiling up to him to find an even bigger smile there after he'd finally heard me speak. The perfect smile. Removing his right hand, he lifted up his arm until it met my face where he then relaxed his hand onto my very rosy cheek, sharing the radiation. We'd locked our eyes securely to each other, transfixed in the moment.

His beaming smile, making me smile even wider, if that was even possible. I felt my cheeks turn paler as Simon couldn't help but to let out a giggle; it was cute and made me laugh along.

"Shall we get up now?" Simon asked trying to be sound serious which only made me laugh more. I nodded my head in agreement trying to hold myself together this time. He offered me his hand generously which I accepted gratefully as he helped me up back onto my feet. I had to admit I was a little wobbly, like a new born spring lamb, but by placing my other hand onto the pale wall and with Simons' help, I steadied myself.