Sidemen One Shots (boyxboy)

Kind Of In Love With You [Minishaw]

A tear rolled down Simon's cheek as he traced a deep gash on Harry's forehead with a trembling finger. "It'll be okay babe, just hang in there...just don't leave me, please, I need you...I need you so much..."

Vik froze in spot, staring sadly at his heartbroken friend when suddenly he heard a siren and the screeching of tires. He nodded reassuringly at a whimpering Ethan and slid out of the car, limping over to the paramedics. He collapsed in the arms of a dark-haired paramedic, who carried him towards one of the two ambulances. "Sir, is anyone else hurt?"

"Y-Yeah," he stammered, struggling to keep up with them. "Leave me. Just get Harry out, get Harry out."

The rest of it was a blur for Vik, everything happened so quickly. The paramedics pulled Tobi out of the mangled car and was bundled him into one of the other ambulances. Ethan was pulled out of the wreckage next, and was put into the same ambulance that Tobi was. More paramedics moved a stretcher into the car, and after a few minutes they carried Harry out, pumping oxygen into his lungs.

Finally, Simon was pulled out of the car. He didn't once stop staring at Harry, and tried to follow him to the ambulance. One of the paramedics held him back causing him to writhe in his grip. "You can't go in Sir, step back please."

"Let me go you bastard! I love him!" he screamed, not bothered who could hear him. His vision was blurry from the tears in his eyes and he blindly stumbled over to Vik. Vik pulled him into a hug. Simon didn't take his eyes off Harry as they loaded him into the ambulance and drove off.

Simon and Vik climbed into the ambulance with Tobi and Ethan, and Simon was given an ice pack for his head.

"You alright, Si?" Vik asked with saddened eyes.

He shrugged and leant into Vik, resting his head on Vik's shoulder. "I'm not really sure," he mumbled in response. Vik entwined their fingers and rubbed Simon's hand with his thumb.

"He'll be fine, you have nothing to worry about," he lied through his teeth. He couldn't be sure that Harry would be fine - his injuries were really bad and he was sure that Simon had noticed because it didn't look like he believed him.

The four boys sat in silence for a couple of minutes, before Tobi broke it with a groan at the paramedic clicked his shoulder back into place. "Shit! What the hell, are you trying to kill me?"

"Sorry mate, it had to be done," the paramedic, who looked like a student, replied. "Unless you'd rather have it amputated, of course.

Tobi looked horrified. "Fuck no, I wouldn't be able to play football with one arm!"

"You can't play football anyway, mate," Ethan retorted.

"Says you, you're nearly as shit at kicking a ball as Vik is," Tobi shot back. Vik rolled his eyes at Tobi's attempt to lighten the mood.

Simon forced a smile in response, before his face went serious once more. "He has to be okay, Vik..." he said quietly. Vik turned to face him expectantly and he continued, "I don't know what I'd do without him." Vik pulled him into his chest and felt the tears seeping through his shirt. "I love him, Vik, I love him so fucking much. I never got to tell him. What if I never can tell him?"

"You will Si, don't worry. He'll be fine," Vik tried to reassure him, yet it didn't really appear to be working. "He'll be fine, just you see."

The boys sat in the waiting room for what seemed like hours. Tobi had his arm in a sling, while the doctors had put Vik's knee into a brace. Ethan had called Josh and JJ when the ambulance had arrived at the hospital and the two boys had joined them in the waiting room. 

Simon just sat there, his face completely emotionless and refused to eat or speak.

A nurse came into the room and smiled at the boys sadly. Everyone's heads shot up suddenly, and Simon seemed to snap back into reality. "I have news about Harry Lewis."

Simon shot off his seat and stared at her wide-eyed hoping it was good news. She took this as a signal to continue. "As you probably know, his injuries are quire servere, but the doctors managed to get him into a stable condition -"

"When will he wake up?" Josh cut in.

The nurse shook her head. "There's no saying, I'd tell you if I knew. With head injuries, it varies. It could be anything from a few hours to a few weeks," she pulled her clipboard to her chest. "You can see him now if you like." The boys nodded slowly when she gestured to the room.

Tobi helped Vik onto his crutches with his free arm and he hobbled out of the room. Josh, Ethan and JJ followed and Simon was right behind, the nurses' words ringing through his mind. He was going to be okay. He's okay. He was going to live.

When the six Sidemen reached Harry's room, Simon took a deep breath before stepping inside. JJ gasped quietly while Simon thought he was about to pass out. The sight was sickening. There Harry was, lying on the hospital get. His injuries were cleaned up and now he just looked like he was sleeping.

"We're going to get some food..." Tobi trailed off, his gaze flickering to Simon who was sat beside Harry's bed, holding his hand. "Are you coming?"

"I'm fine," Simon replied softly.

"But you haven't eaten..." Tobi persisted.

Vik sighed. "Leave him Tobi, we'll bring him something back..."

When the boys had left the room, Simon breathed a sigh of relief. He continued to whisper to Harry how much he needed him, though he wasn't sure if Harry could hear him. "Harry, we need you. Please don't leave us," he was on the verge of tears. "I need you."

Harry began to stir, causing Simon's jaw to drop open. His hand tightened on Harry's hand, making hope flutter in the older boy's chest. "Harry, please!" Harry groaned loudly, scrunching up his face before blinking a couple of times and opening his eyes slowly.

"Simon?" Harry's voice was scratchy.

Simon beamed from ear to ear. "Harry! Oh my god, you idiot, never do that again. I thought I lost you, fuck you!" He pulled Harry into a hug. "How are you feeling?"

Harry rubbed his head with squinted eyes. "Uhh, I'm fine, I guess," he looked into his lap. "What are you doing here?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Simon asked in disbelief. "My best friend almost died, why the hell wouldn't I be here?"

"I thought you'd be with your girlfriend," Harry replied, taking a sip of water from the plastic cup next to his bed.

Simon shook his head. "Harry...I have something to tell you..." His voice was unsure.

Harry laughed unconvincingly, flashing his crooked smile which made Simon weak at the knees. "Oh, okay? Ask away," he replied, squeezing the hands which cupped his.

"I..." Simon took a deep breath, "I'm kind of in love with you."

Harry's expression was vulnerable and Simon could see the shock flash through his eyes. "W-What?"

Simon sighed before he lifted Harry's chin with his fingers and pressed his lips against his own. Harry smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the older boy and pulling him closer. Simon took this opportunity to wrap his arms around Harry's neck, traveling his fingers up and knotting them in Harry's hair.

After what seemed like hours, but in reality was nothing more than a minute, the two boys broke apart for air. Simon's lips were parted as if he were trying to process whether the kiss had just happened. Harry cocked his head to the side, a smile tugging at his lips.

"If that's the case," Harry smirked sheepishly, a blush covering his cheeks and his hair matted, "Then I'm kind of in love with you too."