Sidemen//Oneshots

This was fun to write. No ship. (I guess it's kind of minishaw?)

Harry is 16, though called a man because of his maturity (never thought I'd say that lmao) Talia, Simon, Josh, Tobi and JJ are are all siblings. Not by blood but those lil bitches were raised by eachother their whole life type of ting.

"Minter! We need you by the front gate." The second in command shouted into her walky talky.

Simon sighed and rubbed his face, dropping the map he was studying. "On my way." He spoke into the small gadget, standing from his desk.

Simon walked out of the tent and made his way near the front gate. "What is it, Commander?" Simon asked, rubbing his forehead tiredly. "There's a man who's been circling the fences, he won't come out past the forest and hasn't made any movements closer." The second in command explained, her gun pointed out towards the forest, already locked in and ready to kill.

"Alright? If he makes advancements, shoot him if he becomes aggressive. If he appears to want to make peace, call me out." "Sir, I think he's one of us." Simon paused going down the latter from the wall.

He turned his head up and towards the Commander and sighed again. "If this does't kill me, stress will." The chief complained, jumping the rest of the way down.

"Open the gate!" He shouted, beginning to walk forward. The gates pulled up and Simon walked out, his hand on his pocket where a knife awaited.

A russling rang throughout the forest which caught Simons attention. "Do you wish to speak or should I head back and finish my work?" Simon asked into the wind, looking around.

A tall man appeared from behind a tree, looking at Simon with a bloodied face. "I need you." The man said, a heavy accent laced behind his English. "What for? Who are you?"

The man frowned as he paused, trying to think of the proper English words. "I Harry. Your friend....dying." Simon let his hand fall from the pocket it was over. "Bring me to them." The man nodded happily, taking odd back into the forest. Simon gave a thumbs up to the guards watching him. Soon the tall blonde and the other were running side by side, down towards a known river.

"How hurt are they?" "Leg bad. Head red." Simon sort of understood what the man meant. The rest of their run was silent. "You...leader?" Asked the man, looking at Simon as his pace slowed. "Yes. I am. And the second best medic." The man nodded in relief, lifting up some vines to allow Simon access into a cave beside the river.

"Oh god..." Simon looked down at Josh and JJ. "Do you have medical gear?" Simon asked in panic, looking at the man.

He walked further into the cave and came back with a small bag. "Alright. It'll do." Simon mumbled after looking into the bag. 'I hope.'

Simon went to Josh first, looking at the large gash in his forehead and the slash on his chin. "This is going to hurt Josh, I'm sorry. " Simon pulled out the small bottle of Vodka, pouring it onto the cut on Joshs chin first. A scream ripped through Josh's throat. "Harry! Cover his mouth!" Harry shoved a cloth into Josh's mouth, silencing him enough to not cause too much attention.

As the gash became cleaned, Simon grabbed some tweezers and pulled out some small rocks and leaves. As he finished that Josh had passed out, that'd make fixing his forehead much easier. Simon grabbed a needle and some wire, using it to crated stitches. He repeated the process on Joshs forehead, letting a sigh escape his mouth as he finished.