Sidemen//Oneshots

Simon

Simons hips swayed to the music playing softly throughout the speakers of his phone. Suddenly Simon stopped doing the dishes and started to dance in the kitchen, smiling brightly and moving with the beat.

Simon spun in circles and did on beat movements with his arms and legs, giddily dancing and feeling fully comfortable.

Harry, Josh, JJ and Tobi stood in the doorway of the living room, watching Simon in the kitchen.

The blonde continued dancing until the song ended, his body pausing and going back to finishing the dishes.

Jj smiled widely, looking at the others around him. Finally he was able to prove that simon could indeed dance.

Tobi had a look of shock on his face as he stared at the back of Simon, wondering how he's never seen that side of the blonde.

Josh just chuckled silently, having have already seen Simon kinda dance, though not to this extent, before in his room.

JJ wandered into the kitchen and tapped Simons shoulder, the other men wandering off to the backyard. Simon screamed and dropped the last plate he was holding, watching in complete fear as it smashed against the bottom of the sink. JJ gasped and quickly pulled Simon back, not wanting his hands to get cut. "Woah there." Jj laughed, his arms still wrapped around Simons waist.

Simon turned around and glared at JJ, their noses bumping against eachother Everytime Simon exhaled and JJ inhaled.

"Don't scare me like that, idiot." Simon pouted, cheeks shading pink. JJ smiled cheekily and leant up to kiss Simons nose.  "Sorry, I thought you would have heard me walking over." "How....how long were you there?" Simon fumbled over his words, afraid JJ had seen him dance.

"Not long, I promise." Simon felt his nerves dissappear and he put on his signature happy smile, turning around again so he was facing the sink. Simon didn't mind the arms around his waist, he actually enjoyed them there. 

Simon picked up the shards of glass and placed them on the counter. "Hey, Jide? Can you get my some gloves so I can get the rest?" Simon asked sweetly, peeking over his shoulder to look at the man.

Said man had his head against Simons left shoulder, releasing silent snores. "Wow. Didn't realize I was so boring." Simon huffed, looking back down at the sink.

Simon thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to get the gloved without killing them both.

Tobi walked into the kitchen and laughed loudly, quickly slapping his hand against his mouth.  Simon snapped his head towards Tobis direction, staring at him with wide eyes.  "Shh!" The blonde harshly whispered.

Tobi, in defence, raised his arms, walking towards the fridge. "I just wanted some juice." Tobi mumbled and pulled open the fridge.

"Alright." Tobi said angrily after scavenging the fridge for multiple minutes. "Its official. This is my least favourite house to visit. HOW do you not have juice?!" Tobi didn't care about waking JJ up, he was very upset about his god damn juice.

Simon smiled innocently and took a, now awake, JJ'S hand and lead him towards the living room. 

JJ groaned loudly and fell back onto the couch, roughly pulling simon (who was determined to at least make it to the bigger couch.) Onto his lap. Jide smiled happily and wrapped his arms sound Simons waist, hands pressed lightly against the middle of his stomach.

"Can we at least lay down?" Simon pleaded, desperately wanting to not look like a child in the situation he was currently in.

Jide complied and moved himself so he was flat against the couch, Simon ontop of him still. "I regret the day I met you." Simon seethed. He really didn't like being the little spoon. He actually found it pointless, seeing as he was much taller than JJ.

Speaking of the devil, Jide happily held Simon like a teddy bear until his eyes drooped closed once again.

Simon crossed his arms and laid in a pout.

I wrote this when I was on 2 hours of sleep between 4 days. It feels like it's trash.

I'm sorry if it's TRASH.

696 words. ~clearly Unedited~

Qowipt: Ever broken a bone?
Aowipt: Ive broken my right leg about 5 times now. My arms (not at the same time, thankfully.) My ankles have been through hell and then the good ol' left wrist.