SIDEMEN IMAGINES

Good luck, Good luck (SIMON)

"So, how do you feel?" You asked
This was the first time you have ever attended a Sidemen FC vs. YouTube Allstars charity match. Obviously, Simon had done it before but you had never been in the crowd for any of them. You had always been in meetings or out of town but this year was finally, different.
"Uh you know, same. Quite excited though. But definitely more pressured that I have someone to empress in the crowd" He smiled sitting beside you in your place at the end of his bed.
"Really?! Who is it?!" You said facing him instantly.
"You obviously!" He said laughing
"Oh yeah." You said sighing. Though you were happy, you had a pit sitting in your stomach. Deep down, you knew something wasn't okay.
For about a week or so your foot had apeared brusied. At first you thought you must have knocked it on something, until it enlarged to the entire heel of your foot. This was the point when you knew you had to go to the doctors. Which was scheduled for later to night, approximately 6:30 and it was 5:45 right now. The thing was, is that you just felt that something was wrong and that's why you didn't want to go. But you knew you had to.
"We'll I better get going" You said standing up.
"I- I thought you were going to stay the night again?" He said confused but with a slight smirk tattooed onto his face.
"Aw you know, gotta feed the cats and get some sleep. You do too! So uh, I'll leave you to that."
"Y/n, are you okay? You're acting, off."
"Off? Simon, I'm- I'm okay. I'll call you later okay?" You said walking up to Simon giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Okay, but I'm on to you y/n l/n." He said giggling, you simply smiled and walked out of the room.

Little did he know that you were on you're way to the doctors, right from his house. Yes, you lied but you didn't want to worry him. You pulled up to the parking lot and parked. The moment you started walking up the doctors steps your heart dropped. Something was totally wrong.
"Miss y/n l/n?"
"Yes, right here" You smiled through the anxiety.
"So y/n, we found that you have a type of bacterial infection in your foot. There are three ways to take on this issue. One, anibiotics, which doesn't always help in some cases. Two, intense surgery, it requires treatment, long term bed rest and a month or two of no walking at all. Or three, amputation, Miss l/n we do not want it to get to this but if we find that it has reached the bone, we will have to operate. So we will schedule a scan and call you for the date. Till then I want you to limit all mobility. As much as you can of course, but we don't want to disturb it any more than it already is."
"Wow" You breathed
"That's uh, not what I was expecting, I guess"
"I know it's a lot but, there's a cure. Ways to reduce this, so don't worry too much about it until we tell you too, okay?" He laughed and put his hand on your shoulder.
"I'll try" You smiled

You were now at your house, sitting on the couch. You were afraid to get up, if you did you could lose your foot! This was all too much. In the midst of your thoughts you received a call.
Simon You thought
But it wasn't, it was the doctor.
"Your scan is scheduled for May 21"
"Oh great thank you so much" You smiled and hung up.
May 21, May 21. You thought.
What am I missing? You thought.
Shit. Game day. You realized. How can of all the days, your life altering 'scan' takes place. How do you tell Simon. Obviously you can't lie again, you have to tell him what's really going on. But not tonight. Too early. Even though it's Thursday. He can't worry about this.

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"Y/n? Y/n!" Simon cooed
"Wake up sleepy!!" He laughed hovering you.
Game day. It came so fast! You don't even remeber Friday. Probably because you were thinking about your scan the whole time.
"Oh yeah, wow." You laughed sitting up. Noticing that Simon was already dressed.
"I have a suprize for you!" Simon exclaimed.
"A suprize? This isn't my game silly." You shook your head hiding your pain.
"I know but, for all the support you've given me." He smiles handing you a thin rectangular shaped box. Opening up slowly it reveals a football shirt for SDMN FC, and the back reads 'Simons #1'.
"Simon! This- Oh my gosh!" You smiled holding it to your chest.
"You like it?" He said giggling.
"I love it Simon, thank you!" You chuckled hugging Simon. Then remembering everything.
"Simon, I'm sorry there's something I have to tell you." You say sighing.
"What?"
"I cant go to your game today." You put your head in your hands.
"Wha- y/n! We talked about this! You said you would make sure you could!"
"Simon! It's not my fault!"
"How can it not be your fault." He said standing up.
"It's your meeting."
"Its not a meeting Simon." You said eyes glazing.
"Then what is it? A date? Another football game?"
"I have osteomyelitis."
"What?" His face softened slightly.
"I have to get a scan today, to determine whether they have to operate or amputate my foot." You said as you started crying.
"Y/n, I'm so sorry. I had no idea, you didn't tell me?" He said walking towards you.
"Yeah, I know. I just- I just didn't want you to worry." You said wiping your eye.
"We'll of course I'm going to worry!" You both laughed
"So, today?"
"Yeah" You said looking at the clock.
"In an hour."
"We'll you better get dressed then!" He said lifting up the shirt that he had just gave you. Smiling you pick up the shirt and say thank you.
Simon left the room for you to change and went down stairs. You put on the shirt and it suddenly put you at a slight ease.
"I have to go now." You said at the bottom of the stairs seeing Simon on the kitchen chairs.
"Y/n," Simon began walking towards you.
"Promise you will tell me anything from now on. Even if you think it will bother me or scare me. You have to tell me everything."
"I promise."
"I mean it." He says
"I promise Simon. I have to go know." You say hugging him.
"Okay, good luck" He said pecking you on the cheek.
"Good luck"
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First imagine of the new book, done! Wow I haven't done this in a whole but I can tell you, it feels good to write again. The inspiration I got for this story actual came from my past, I had osteomyelitis when I was younger and to be honest, it effected my mental health a lot. I think this is where my anxiety comes from. It was a difficult time in my life let alone traumatic, to the point where I don't even remeber certain things because the nurses gave me amnesia to forget. This is very personal and I am proud to incorporate it into a story. School is almost done and that means free time to write lots of imagines! In my Joe Sugg and SDMN books feel free to write requests! Thanks for reading and sticking by me!

grace xx