Sidemen Imagines

An unexpected encounter (Simon #18)

I was casually browsing from shop to shop when all of a sudden I hear my name being called. I frown as the creases on my head and eyebrows move inwards; who would be calling at this time in the day? I turn around trying to find who was calling to see if they were even looking for me or just another person called (Y/N). The pitch begins to increase and I'm soon greeted with a light tap on my shoulder. I instantly turn round in shock only to find my ex boyfriend, Simon, standing before me and looking quite giddy, surprisingly.

Why was he here? We'd broken up a few months ago and I hadn't seen or heard anything from him since so why was he here all of a sudden?

"Oh... Hi Simon", I say a little sarcastically, not really wanting a conversation with him.

"Hi, can we talk or are you busy?" Simon replies with whilst he rubs his neck with a tilted head.

I wish to lie, but can't. "I don't know what you want to talk about but yes I am free." His eyes stay hopeful.

"Lots, and could we possibly go somewhere quieter," he replies pretty calmly. He places out his hand ushering me to move in that direction, however when he brings his hand down he slips it into mine; I don't even realise until a few seconds have passed that my hand is laced in his, however when I do I unclip mine.

We stop walking when we reach the local park and find a dry patch of grass to sit down on. Why has he brought me here and why have I allowed him to? I thought I'd left our relationship because I didn't want anything else to do with him and here I am following him to talk to me about something I could only guess was about us. I feel like an idiot but maybe I'm just delirious, after all my mind has been cloudy even before we split, maybe I need this more than I was willing to admit.

I uncomfortably sit down next to Simon, awaiting him to talk; he twiddles his thumbs around before looking me in the eyes. "I'm just going to be blunt (Y/N). I want you back." Yep, exactly what I guessed, yet I have no response planned.

My eyes stare at his hopeful face before I can't take anymore and I turn 90 degrees out in front of me at the park where a couple of kids are chasing each other round the slide and monkey bars section. Helplessly I find myself mimicking Simon as my fingers twist between each slightly clammy hand. "Si, I – I don't know what to say. I," my breathing catches; I take a moment before continuing in a brisk tone, "What do you want me to say? That I want you back? Cause I'm not sure I can say that." It's now that I can meet his azure orbs, just as bright and open as they had been months ago, driving themselves deep in me.

He softly pries my fingers loose and takes my damaged hands in his, "I'm not forcing you to agree to anything, I never have and I never will, but I feel like a plug hole. Everything gets washed away under the surface and I'm left to deal with things on the surface and alone. And that's how I feel without you (Y/N), alone." He pauses for breath as he's been talking at a pace. "I loved you when you were mine, and even though you aren't now, I still think of you as mine and I want that to be the case. I want to be able to call you mine again."

"Si, we broke up months ago, and this is the only time you've spoke to me since," I answer back, my tone of voice rising and my hands fly away from his.

"I wanted to give you the space you so desired when we were together, but also to see if you were really worth more to me than I let on." His face pangs out in frustrating, red lines bulging across his face. "I left you for all of those months just past and in those months I never once forgot about you (Y/N) and I never wanted to lose you the first time round and I most definitely don't want to lose you again." His breathing is so fast paced I feel inclined to try and lower his heart rate in an attempt to lower that also. My right hand secures its self around his forearm, delicately squeezing the tissue. He looks down to my hand on his arm and clamps his left hand over the top of mine gently, his eyes advert, locking back onto my face, scanning my features. My face that I sense has tensed up.

I drop my gaze, taking a moment to try and think. How have I let myself get into this situation? "You've let yourself get here because you still need to clear your feelings up too," Simon mutters, making me face him. My mouth opens a slither, but I'm cut off. "Yes, you did ask that out loud." Heat flushes over my entire face in an instant and for the first time today I hear a giggle come from Simon and see a small smile forming on his mouth. Noises I've been detached from for weeks. Noises I loved to hear. Views I guess I missed seeing. Views that used to make me smiley and cheerful.

Without fully understanding the actions my body takes in the next couple of seconds, I find my lips pressed lightly against Simon's. He doesn't react to begin with, but when he finally processes what's happening he takes hold of my waist in one hand and my face in the other just like he used to. After he kisses me back, our lips retract. Our foreheads rest against one another and both of Simon's arms wrap themselves protectively around my frame. "I've missed you," Simon whispers in my ear.

"I've missed you too."

Sorry it's short, I just wrote it as it came to me. Next week's will be longer and better.