Sidemen//Oneshots

Harry x Simon

Harry looked towards his mother with a pout, his small chubby arms crossing over his chest in disagreement. "No! I dont want to play with Talia! She's mean!" The spoiled prince yelled. His mother sighed, shaking her head tiredly. "Harold. You know you and Talia will marry once you grow older, right? You have to like the one you marry."

Harry's arms fell and he glared at his mother. "Then I want to marry Simon! I like him!" The child's mother gasped, staring at her son in shock before she quickly realized that she promised herself she would never force her son to be something he isn't. "Harry, why don't we just play with Talia today and then you can see Simon tomorrow? When you turn 18 you can choose...?" She compromised, watching with a small smile as her son's face brightened up and his small body slipped off of his bed in order to run around his room, grabbing a set of clothing. Harry approached his mother with a large grin once he finished, his arms raised in the air.

His mother laughed and bent down to lift the child into her arms.

12 years later.

"Simon, get the fuck off of me." Harry groaned, pushing his best friends lengthy body off of his own, well, trying to. Simon groaned in his sleepy state and softly hit the top of Harry's head. "No. Let me sleep." While the words were muffled, Harry heard. With a final sigh, he gave up and instead left his hands folded atop of Simons back. "Fine. Ten more minutes and then I have to go to a meeting." Simon made a noise of dissaporval, his head moving to the crook of Harry's neck. "Why are you doing so much work, you're still only 17! You dont turn 18 for another two months." The brunet couldn't stop the smile that raised his face and squinted his eyes. "Don't tell me you miss me when I leave." "Of course I do, idiot!" Simon huffed, hitting the top of Harry's head again.

The prince let a small laugh escape between his parted lips. 'Cute.' He thought, raising one of his hands to play with the hair at the back of Simons neck. "Harry?" Simon whispered, nose pressed against the side of Harrys neck. "Yes?" The blondes heavy breathing could be felt against the pale skin it hit, the being of one heart pounding like a beat against the others. "Remember when we were kids...and you said you wanted us to get married?"

Harry paused as the memory flashed across his mind:

The two small children held hands as they ran around the seemingly endless garden. "I love you, Si!" One shouted through the laughter being carried through the strong wind. The taller child of the two stopped his movements, stopping the other in the process. "Do you mean it?" He asked. "Yes! I want for us to grow up together and get married! Momma said I had to marry someone I like, and I really like you!" Harry babbled, a pretty smile lifting his innocent features with a precious glow.

Harry chuckled and nodded his head. "Of course I do." "Do you still feel that way?" Simon asked, his breathing momentarily stopping. Harry bit his lip, thinking about it fully. "Well, in all honesty I've always felt more attracted to you than anyone else. If soulmates were real, you'd for sure be mine. I love you, Simon. I love you so much and I do wish to marry you when and if the time comes." A sigh of relief escaped Simons lips and he pushed himself upwards so he was hovering slightly over Harry, a dipped nose pressed against another. Simons eyes seemed to be seeing through into Harry's soul and the amount of adoration behind them nearly shellshocked Harry to death. "Can I kiss you, my Prince?" "Please." Harry breathed, his eyes slowly fluttering till they closed. He felt as the breath of Simon came ever so closer before lips pressed against lips, noses slightly grazing and arms touching waists.

God I love writing happy stuff 😧