Game Over (Harry Lewis/Sidemen fan fic)

Friction

Simon's POV.

I drove Lea home just as the sun went down at around nine at night. Once I got home I instantly started editing three videos that I had filmed with Vikk, Josh, Ethan, and Tobi. I had another Dead by Daylight video I wanted to post, especially because it was the first time Tobi had ever gotten into the game with us. Then we also did another cross bar challenge, but for ever miss we had to take a shot. It was a terrible plan, and I especially feel bad for Vikk, but it made for a hilarious video.

Unfortunately my editing skills weren't completely up to their top notch. I was so distracted with the thought of Lea that I couldn't even begin to make a solid video. What didn't help was that we were also texting and she was being ridiculously cute.

(1) Text Messages from Lea. I smiled, but also mentally slapped myself. I needed to focus, but all I wanted to do was talk to her. As soon as I swiped my phone open, I knew for a fact that all my focus was gone. I needed to be working, but there was no way that was going to happen.

From Lea:

You're so amazing. You're incredibly sweet, caring, funny, hardworking, and holy hell do I want to get naked and sweaty with you.

"Oh for fucks sake." I rubbed my eyes... this was going to be a wonderfully long night.

Ash's POV.

There was a gentle breeze pushing and pulling against just my ear. I was laying in bed, a hand draped over my side. I knew it was Harry. Lea had forced him to babysit me while she went out with Simon. I didn't really mind her leaving me with someone, but I was a bit uncomfortable with how cuddly we got and how quickly it happened. I mean Lea was gone an hour when I woke up, Harry and I ate and watched a bit of television once I was awake and functioning, but it only took about thirty minutes into a shower before I was nestled between his legs with his arms wrapped around me. I curled up into him last night, my hands holding his hips underneath his shirt in a strange, desperate attempt to feel his skin.

I struggled to get out of bed, or at least out of Harry's grasp. I pulled myself along my bed, hoping to barely more Harry so he wouldn't wake up. He shifted a bit, but didn't wake up. Instead he did something worse, his gripped around my waist tightened and pulled me closer to him. I muffled a yelp as he touched the cracked rib in the wrong way. His arm almost instantly relaxed after that though, luckily. I bit the inside of my cheek and tried a few more time to get out of his grasp. After about the third try I finally gave up. Harry was far to warm and even if I hated to admit it, I love being in his arms way too much.

I moved closer to Harry, laying my head against his chest and curling my arms up to his chest. I slid my hands under his shirt, laying my palms against his soft skin. I could feel his heart beating against my hand. His heart was so soothing to me, I relaxed to the pace of his heart. It was as if my body could rest easy knowing that he was alive.

"Why do you make me feel like this?" I whispered to him, knowing full well that he was asleep and couldn't hear me, "I'm terrified of you, and I refuse to feel afraid again."

I buried my head into Harry's shirt, taking in his scent and the feeling on his being. I wanted to remember how this felt because once he woke up, I was going to ask him to leave my life. I couldn't be with him in any way, I refused to be. I couldn't spend so much intimate time with someone I was attracted too, not when I refused to date. I needed to focus on getting back to America and starting my life there again... at least that's what I told myself...

If I really looked at it, I wasn't do anything that would get me back to America. I should have been looking for jobs and places to live if I truly planned on going back. It was just that I had gotten so attached to London and Lea. I had built a home here without even meaning too, but the life I had built here wasn't enough to keep me away from California... where my family was. Their graves were in the Dragonheart Catacombs in California. There was only my great Grandmother, my grandmother and my father within the combs, since the rest of my family had insisted on being cremated and spread in various favorite locations. Nonetheless a small group of family members was enough to make me want to go back.