Sidemen Oneshots

I Don't Want Your Touch (Part 2)

Harry wakes up in the middle of the night, restless and trapped. He feels claustrophobic, enclosed tightly between two bigger bodies in a bed that is large enough for three to lay comfortably. And yet, neither of his boyfriends abide by that fact, preferring to sleep tucked up next to him on either side rather than shuffle over slightly in order to put a bit of much-needed space between them all.

It's too hot in the room, and Harry's mouth is dry. He gives himself a minute or two before he pushes long limbs off of himself and tries to climb over Josh without waking him. (Both of his boyfriend's are light sleepers, unfortunately so, but Simon is much more cranky than Josh when woken up prematurely. Which is why he usually climbs over the alternative when stuck between Simon and one of the other boys.)

Harry  - fortunately -  succeeds in climbing out of bed without waking up either of his boyfriends, intensely focused on not jostling the bed or the men in it too much as he does so. He isn't dumb enough to risk celebrating that fact (aloud) whilst inside the room, but he does stand with his knees slightly bent and his arms raised, shaking his fists back and forth in triumph. He stays completely silent as he does so.

Harry decides it is probably best that he leaves the room before his luck eventually runs out and one or both of the older men wake up to find him dancing embarrassingly in the middle of the room. He makes for the door, then, the kitchen the only thing other than utter silence currently on his mind.

Without even the faintest smidge of noise, Harry tiptoes his way, secret agent style (like in a bad, low budget spy film that Harry would never, ever watch), out the door. That too, is closed quietly, pushed shut a centimetre at a time in order to avoid any loud creaking sounds echoing out.

Gosh, if only Harry had gone to bed with Vik and Tobi. Both were heavy sleepers, and neither one would have been woken up by Harry's movements. For God's sake, Harry only wants a glass of water - his mouth is just so, so dry. This is too much effort for such a simple thing.

Out in the hallway, Harry breathes a hushed, thankful sigh of relief, but after that he zips his lips. He walks through the hallway wordlessly, knowing that in the bedrooms on either side of him lay his other boyfriends, also sleeping still; it is the middle of the night, after all.

Well, it's not actually the middle of the night. Harry, Vik, Simon and Tobi may have arrived only several hours ago, by now, but that was still nearing two o'clock in the morning. Harry had been out since six on the evening, all the way until two in the morning. The others might as well have gone out, too, effectively, as they all stayed up for most of the time that Harry was gone, a few of them having a little nap here and there to keep themselves awake. (JJ and Tobi, specifically.)

Others, not that Harry is going to name names, likely chugged coffee down by the gallon as the hours ticked by. (Ethan and Josh, presumably. Ethan slightly less than Josh, but only because Josh wouldn't allow himself the ten minute power nap that Ethan would. Any spare coffee he guesses would have been donated to Vik, as usual.)

Simon, the poor sod, hadn't slept a wink nor drank any form of caffeine at all in the time that Harry was gone, despite having been up bright and early the previous morning, since 5:30 am, exactly - not by his own personal choice, of course. The life of a youtuber, that is. Filming is fun, but sometimes the timing isn't great.

That was one of the reasons why he was so adamant about not waking up the older man, before, and still will be when he's getting back into bed, later.

Stumbling into the kitchen, Harry goes straight for the sink, foregoing the action of grabbing a cup and instead turning on the cold tap and cupping his hands together under the spray of water. He lifts the makeshift bowl up to his lips, somehow dipping the top of his forehead under the water as he does so, wetting his hair in the process. In his defence, the faucet is a rather tall one.