Sidemen//Oneshots

Minizerk. I'M SO SORRY

Trigger warnings: self harm, attempted suicide, drug addict. (Weed, cocaine) smoking. Homophobic slurs.
~Age 16~

"Simon! Put that shit down!" Simon looked towards Jide with a frown, he almost didn't hear the shorter male over the loud music. "What? Its a party JJ, relax." Simon laughed with his friends, placing the drug between his lips again. JJ grimaced, turning around and stomping away.

~age 22~

"I don't see what the big deal is? Its just weed? At least I'm not doing heroine or something." Simon scoffed, pushing his way past JJ. The man grimaced the same as the first time he saw Simon take the drug. "That's It!" He yelled, reaching for his phone. Simon froze, turning his head slightly to watch JJ with cautious eyes, "What are you doing?" Jide ignored Simons question and instead dialed a number and began to speak to the person.

Simon stopped listening after the hellos.
The blonde brought it upon himself to scoff and begin to walk away. "Not so fast. You're not leaving this fucking house Simon. Sit your ass down in the living room until my friend gets here." Jide said in a tone Simon wasn't used to. It was his 'you better fucking listen to me or else' tone.

Simon obediently sat down on the couch closest to him, watching JJ with confused eyes.

"Who'd you just call?" Simon asked quietly, when He was sure JJ wouldn't rip his head off for speaking. Jide just shook his head in response, looking out of the doors window, staring at the driveway.

An hour later and Simon heard the door open. Jide spoke to someone and then a man with a beard came into Simons view. "Hello, Simon." He smiled, reaching a hand out. Simon stared at it but eventually placed his own atop the man's in a firm shake.

"Hi? Who are you? JJ, what's happening?" Simon looked to JJ for assistance but was met with an empty room apart from himself and the new man.

"My name is Josh Bradley. Your friend called me, I'm a person who works at the rehab in the city. I'm here to help you and make sure you don't relapse." Simon gawked at the man, trying to process the fact that Jide thought he was so bad he needed rehab.

"I-... I don't need rehab? Or help for that matter so you can leave." Josh just smiled and shook his head, moving towards the kitchen. "Do you have a stash in the house?"  Josh asked from the room, the sound of pans ringing out right after.

Simon furrowed his eyebrows and stood up, making his way towards the man. "If I told you, would you take it?" Josh turned around and smiled again, softly shaking his head. "No. I'll leave it. It's better than me taking it and you both resenting me and sneaking off for the drugs."  Josh explained, turning back to the pans on the stove.

"Are you high right now?" "You're the doctor, you tell me." "Judging by how defensive you're getting, I'm going to say you're near the end of your high." Simon narrowed his eyes, of course he was right.

"Let me ask you something Simon," Simon huffed, "Do you believe what you're doing is safe?" Simon frowned, that was a new question. He wasn't sure how to answer.

"Is it safe to assume you have no idea how badly you're damaging your body? Jide told me you were doing weed and cocaine. Is there any other ones you're addicted to?" Josh asked, back to Simon.

"Uh, just that and smoking." Josh hummed,  placing a pan off the stove and onto the counter above a towel. "Your withdrawals, in all honesty, are going to suck." Josh turned around, handing a plate to Simon.

Simon took the plate. "The cocaine withdrawals are the worst. You're going to feel slow, physically and mentally. You're going to have suicidal thoughts and probably will try to harm yourself, horrible nightmares, exaustion, you're never going to want to have sex, chills, tremors, muscle and nerve pains and an increased appetite." Simon groaned, forehead wrinkling in displeasure. "Then what's the point of this?" "The point of this is so you can stop ignoring your friends, stop using drugs as an escape, stop hurting JJ and stop killing yourself." Josh finalized and then continued. "And your weed withdrawals will be, you're pissy all the time, you can't sleep which won't help with your exhaustion, and depression. The two drugs withdrawals go against one another. You're going to be incredibly hungry but you're not going to want to eat, you're going to be incredibly tired but not be able to sleep." Josh sat down on the couch, eating some of the pasta he made. "Now, if you're not going to work with me while I'm here, tell me now so I can go." Josh looked up at Simon, who was still stood in the kitchen.

"I'm hurting JJ." Simon said, trying to confirm it to himself. "Yes, you are. He thinks it's all his fault." Simon frowned. He seemed to frown more today than in his entire life.

"Okay. I want help."

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Simon laid in the bathroom, his head pressed against the cool tiles. "Simon? Did you throw up again?" Josh asked from outside the door, gently knocking. " Yes." Simon croaked, lifting an arm up to close the toilet lid. Simon pushed himself up and sat down on the toilet, leaning over on himself to hold his head in his hands.

Josh opened the door and reached into the cabinet under the sink, pulling out a small towel. The bearded man then places the towel under the faucet and let the cold water soak into the material. He then pulled it back and let the excess water drip down the drain. Josh reached over and placed the cloth against the back of Simons neck. "That'll help your headache." Simon registered the cold item but couldnt react, if he moves then he'll surely throw up. "Well, you at least held your breakfast in for 3 hours, that's better than last week." Josh praised, placing a hand on the blondes back. "Whenever you're ready to move, give me a shout. I have to take your heart rate and blood pressure." Josh spoke, hand laying on Simons back for a little longer before turning on his heel and escaping the bathroom.

I'M NOT SURE HOW LONG THIS IS GOING TO BE AND I DON'T WANT TO GO INTO TOO MUCH DETAIL BUT THERE MAY BE SOME HECKING GROSS SHIT SOON, I AM SORZ PALS.