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[ghostiesimpilton]

CAMPING | h. lewis

summary: you go camping with his family.

pairing: bog x reader. (W2S)

notes: in honour of his bday! 🥳 please let me know what u think!! feedback is always appreciated! 🥰 & don’t forget to reblog! <3 this is one of my favs.

“HARRY I SWEAR TO GOD, if you pull out that bloody camera from your bag—”

“I haven’t! I haven’t! I haven’t!” The spitfire of reassurance flew from his lips as he tried to fool his his Mum who rounded him and his younger brother standing in the drive, “I mean I have but I probably won’t be filmin’ anythin’—”

“Bloody well you won’t! I’m so close to making everyone leave their phones in the house for the weekend!” She rushed past with more bags and containers in her arms, clearly stressed as she tried to make sure she had everything they needed packed for the weekend, not without complaining ‘don’t everyone all jump at once’ to lend a helping hand.

“Sure anytime we do, don’t we do it proper?” He hit an elbow with Josh, who laughed in agreement, the two standing with their hands in the pockets of their hoodies, just watching.

Their mum passed the cooler full of drinks to you to slot into the car before turning around and swiping her hair irritably out of her face. “Harry, we haven’t even hit the road yet and you are getting on my bloody nerves.”

“He’s got on my nerves the second he got here,” his younger sister emerged from the house, evidently agitated with a subtle frown and scorned brows; a combination from the stressful week at uni and now, being back home and living with the human headache that was her pair of brothers being reunited.

And now they were all going camping for the weekend, to pitch a shitty tent and sleep on a shitty mattress that would most likely give them all back pain after deflating in the middle of the night. A bright idea from no other than her older brother after he’d got talking to his dad about a recent Sidemen video he’d filmed and how much of a laugh it was. Well, one thing lead to another and next, Harry was helping order all the equipment with his dad looking over his shoulder, agreeing how good an idea it was and how enjoyable it would be for the family.

“Yeah, well Rosie, you’ve been nothing but an eyesore since I got here so, there you go, have that,” he raised his two fingers at her, earning another childish laugh from their brother.

“All of you, knock it off,” their mum warned as she slammed the door of her jam-packed car, reaching to smack the back of her son’s head whilst calling for their dad to make a move.

“You’re not coming in my car.”

“Didn’t want to go in your car anyway,” he humorously chuckled at the thought of sitting in her pocket-sized motor, having already planned taking everyone in his bigger car.

Rosie smiled smugly. “Good. Come on, Y/N.”

Harry’s grin fell, “uh, hey, hold on a second–” he moved to follow you after stepping towards his sisters cozy Fiat, lifting his hand out his pocket. “Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah—”

“Come on!”

“Wait! I need you to come with me! You were gonna keep me right on where to go!” He gently tried to grab your arm as you reached for the door handle.

“You have Josh?”

“Yeah but–” you looked at him confusedly as he looked at you like you were supposed to know what he was getting at, but you were clueless. “I wanted you to come with me.”

You pushed him off you with a giggle, “don’t be such a sop.”

“We’re gonna go for a coffee so don’t come looking us if we’re not behind you!” Rosie called from her seat, buckling her belt as she turned the key in her car. It was still relatively early and you’d complained how you’d not had your morning cup of coffee (well you’d made one but it was freezing by the time you’d gone to drink it) due to the last-minute packing of yours and Harry’s clothes.

You got in the passenger side of her car, buckling your seatbelt as you sent a kiss in the direction of Harry, who pressed his middle finger to the glass of Rosie’s window before you drove off.

It was about an hour’s drive by the time you’d arrived at the lot, an hour spent catching up with the Lewis sibling and her life at uni. Having obviously always been close to Rosie even when she was young, she always confided in you, being that older sister role model she always wanted, she’d revealed her latest break up with a boy to you. It was nothing serious, but from how she spoke, it was enough for you to realise she was entering her Kill All Men era. She was glad she was able to rant to you for the whole journey whilst you were just glad her anger didn’t reflect onto her driving as she managed to get you both there in one piece.

There was a massive bit of land, surrounded by greenery and even a lake nearby! It was only lunchtime so it was still very bright out, although cloudy, but at least bright. It was also colder than expected, your hands not leaving the pockets of your padded coat, you were glad you’d been left to pack your stuff as you’d filled your bags with nothing but hoodies and sweatshirts. There were very few tents also occupying the sight, so you didn’t need to fear you’d disturb others with your rowdiness as a group. There was many supposed activities you were able to do on the sight, between golfing, fishing, rock-climbing, archery and off-track racing, but you were convinced the most you’d be doing was sitting around the fire in your pyjama bottoms with a glass of wine in your hand. By the time all three cars arrived, Harry and his dad were trying to set up the tent while Josh and their mum began unpacking everything shoved into the car. You’d been put on dog-duty, the two leashes wrapped around your wrists as they yapped and wagged their tails at Harry who shook the tent like it was a fucking parachute.

“And you’re supposed to be the expert,” his dad complained as he scanned the instruction page in his hand.

“If you mean an expert in taking an hour and a half to set one up, then yes,” you agreed, sitting on a typical camping chair with a leg over the other, recalling the plenty of times you’d wandered off in a poncho to find someone else’s tent at festivals whilst Harry acted like he knew was he was doing setting your own up.

“Now, now, now, I will not take this slander on my specialty—” he fed the spine of the tent through while sending a look over his shoulder at you. You smiled in your seat shaking your head at his playful tone. He looked awful cute in that drawstring bucket hat. A proper camper.

You playfully rolled your eyes.

It didn’t take long for your site to come together. The tent was bigger than you’d expected with two rooms for beds and a large space for whatever else you wanted to put - maybe some chairs or a blow-up couch? Harry had helped his mum put up some windbreakers whilst Josh and his dad pinned a gazebo into the grass, and Rosie and yourself helped blow up the mattresses with the pump. The 6 of you were very satisfied with the end result, very proud of your spot and excited to finally use it for the weekend.

“Who’s staying with who? Or will I put a mattress out here?”

“No! Two mattresses can go in there easy!”

“Yes, but who is staying in that room then? I’m not staying in there with you.”

“Yes, you four can stay in there!”

“Oh God, no!” Josh interrupted.

“What?” Harry laughed, watching how he dropped his duvet.

“Please, no, Harry, Y/N and Rosie?”

“Yes, Josh. Wind your neck in, it’s not that bad.”

“NOT THAT BAD? Are you joking?!”

“Josh, grow up.”

“Well I don’t want to stay in with you either. Would you rather stay with Mum and Dad?” Rosie tutted, watching him carefully.

Josh debated, looking between them all, not really knowing what the right answer was. “I don’t know.”

“And i’m not staying in a room with Harry.”

“OH SHUT UP, ROSIE!”

The siblings bickered while you and their mum set up the little tables, prepping the mini stove and kettle on top and getting it to brew whilst the other made the beds. Time passed and soon enough, the fun could begin. The first half of your day was action-packed with endless things to do: Harry’s Dad and Mum took the dogs a walk around the terrain whilst the Lewis children got on board with the quad bikes, not being able to wait a second longer to each each other around the forest. “Get ready to eat my dust,” the eldest tormented his younger siblings as he hopped on the motor, still the most childish of the lot. Stuff like this was his forté. Quad biking. Go Karting. Stuff you’d always been apprehensive to do but grown used to over your years together as you incorporated into your date nights, although you still weren’t as eager to hop on the back of a bike with only your arms securely wrapped around his torso to keep you on. “I swear, you better not go mad,” you warned putting the helmet on, never liking his confidence and eagerness to drive recklessly over the terrain. But you did have to smile at his excitement, knowing he was in his element.

“Can’t me and Y/N be a t—”

“No. Fuck off,” the wheels spun before his sister could finish her sentence, the machine shooting off on the track. Not expecting the sudden takeoff and yelling as you trapped your hands around him, the sound of his high-pitched laughter rattled your ears as you rocked over the bumpy path, your shoulders bobbing up and down as he raced to keep Josh behind him.

“Harry!” you tried to be serious but you couldn’t keep the laughter at bay as he swerved and sped on, not giving the others a chance. So competitive. You raced the lap in seconds, laugh echoing the whole way in Harry’s ear as the bike dipped down a bit before back up and swung to the side, pulling to a stop as dirt flew in the air. You wiped your screen.

“You alright?”

You took your helmet off, calming your breath, fixing the hair that had flew over your face from the impulsive driving, and nodded. “Yeah! My neck though!” You laughed at his carelessness, blinded by beating his siblings, forgetting to at least be a little considerate of his girlfriend hanging on the back.

“Sorry! Sorry!”

Unknowing Josh and Rosie’s wheels got stuck in the mud puddle Harry had sped through, you had the time to switch positions as you finished one lap, and sat up front to drive. “I’m actually excited to see this, I don’t think I’ve ever been behind you.”

“Sure you have,” you winked looking over your shoulder as he positioned himself.

It took him a minute. “Behave,” he sniggered, getting you between his legs and unknowing where to put his hands. You were so much smaller than him, holding onto you, if he fell off, you were getting pulled off with him. “My parents are walking about these parts. They might hear you.”

You could feel your head against his neck as you found your footing and inspected the handles, scoffing at his comment, “like you care? Like it’s ever stopped you from trying something anyway!”

“Alright, easy, easy,” he chuckled, showing you the controls. “Pull this back and pull this forward and push this in when you want to really fast,” his hands squeezed yours shockingly hard on the handlebars, you let out a yell at his roughness. He almost popped your acrylic off! “OW HARRY!”

“WHAT?!”

“WHY YOU SO ROUGH FOR?!” You shook it out as you looked at him behind you. You could hear the others cheer at making the starting point, panicking you. “Are — WOULD YOU STOP MOVING AND JUST HOLD ON!”

“WHERE?! I DON’T KNOW WHERE! WHY YOU SO FAR?!”

“MOVE CLOSER?!”

“Oh my f—” with ease, his hands grabbed your hips and slid them right down against him, bringing you to a halt in your actions as you closed your eyes.

Why did he do it so easy? You thought you weighed a tonne. “Well . . now I’m too far away from the handles.”

“JESUS! YOU LEAN FORWARD!”

“HARRY- oh my god, you’re actually right up my ass.”

“And you’ve never complained before! Hurry up and go,” his hand covered yours as he took control of the controls, forcing the wheels to spin once again and send mud spitting behind you. You jolted like three times, closing your eyes as dirt hit your helmet but you knew Harry was panicking from the distant sound of Josh and Rosie’s bikes. You laughed and made an attempt to race, arguing with him to take his hands off and let you do it.

“OH MY GOD! WHERE DO I GO?!”

“KEEP GOING! KEEP GOING! DON’T SLOW! DON—”

“HAR— oh my God, why’s it not working!” You squealed as it came to a stop, a rock no a boulder trapped in front of the wheel.

“OH MY GOD, JUST DRIVE!” Harry basically drove you through the wreck, adrenaline rushing through him as he flung the bike in the right direction. And then jolt. “Oh my God.”

“Oh my God, did you just knock the key out the—”

“JUST PUT IT IN!”

You let out a breathy laugh at his words, excitement on hold as you reached for the silver at your foot, “alright, later on please. Lower your voice. Parents walking about here ‘n that—”

He laughed at that as well as the sudden silence, twisting the engine back on, “no actually don’t ‘cause I do think I’m turned on,” he looked down as your brows furrowed together, also turning around to find out. He was. “Harry, oh my God.” In the company of his family?

“EAT THAT!” A youthful voice brought you out of your bubble as the young brother flew by you both, two fingers aimed in your direction as you jumped in surprise.

“NOOO!” Harry groaned half-heartedly, half-aggravatingly, “No this is why I don’t let you in top— IN FRONT! IN FRONT!”

You were cackling in your bones, breathless of laughter as your boyfriend forced himself to take over and drive while you clutched your stomach, his own laughter fuelling yours. You raced through the trees and finished your few laps of the track before calling it a day and finding something else to do. You did end up winning but at what cost? Because Harry didn’t feel as fulfilled as he thought and argued with you to not get off the bike yet for as long as every family member was around to see his evident boner.

“Archery?”

God, you were shit at archery. You all were. It didn’t last long as each arrow hardly hit the circle in the centre but his Dad who clearly found his calling. However, upon seeing the lack of enthusiasm on his children’s faces, he realised there was no real competition here. “Right then, fishing?!”

God, you hated fishing. You hated fish. But, upon seeing your boyfriend dressed in a hoodie under the same dungarees he’d worn in a video, bucket hat on his head, you considered it had his perks. Not only did he look (oddly) insanely attractive to you, but his willingness and enthusiasm to take part in the activity alongside his family and eagerness to catch a fish for you (even if he knew you didn’t like them) sent tingles up your spine, you had to disguise the flirty smile on your face with a nail between your teeth.

Jesus? Why were you both so horny today? It wasn’t like you were in ideal circumstances.

“Oh Jesus, that’s cold!”

“Good. Maybe you’ll freeze,” Rosie’s monotone voice replied to him from the chair perched above the river. You laughed at her.

He flicked the cold water in her direction, triggering a squeak from her and a scolding from his mother. “HARRY!”

“Y/N, get in,” he ignored the two not on his side this day as you starred down at the water. Fishing was really not your thing; if a fish dared swam past you and touched you? Why, you were convinced you’d go into cardiac arrest.

But, you did love the water, and you wanted to join in on the fun.

“I don’t know if I like this,” the sound of your foot splashing into the water took Harry by surprise and he turned around to tend to you and gladly help you into the river. You smiled at his proud look, always a suck up and wanting to please him. You took it, in awe at him helping you. “Go on! Go on!”

“OH MY GOD, IT’S SO COLD!” Rosie laughed from above as she videoed you tense in the water. Harry laughed as well as, still not letting go of your hand until you felt secure enough to walk around in a decent height of the river. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you gave him a smile, letting him release your hand.

“Come on.”

You followed him down the stream where his Dad and Josh were, holding nets and a rod, his Dad much more in the zone whilst his brother seemed to be slapping the surface with the net, impatient. “JOSH! You’re scaring them off!”

“Sorry! Sorry!”

Harry knew you were uncomfortable getting deeper and deeper: closer to fish territory but assured you were fine. “It’s alright, it’s alright, we’ll probably not catch one anyway.”

“Oh we definitely will.”

“Will we?” He asked his dad.

“Yes. And then we’re going to smoke it!”

“EW.” You grimaced at their dad’s words, provoking a laugh from the boys. And then he told you he was joking, that you would let it go.

“There’s one there,” the youngest brother said casually as you stepped beside him, obviously trying to wind you up and you didn’t find it funny one bit as he pointed to the water in front of you. Your fist hit his arm hard as you sent him a look, “don’t.”

The four of you walked down stream, Harry’s Dad far ahead and leading the way with a rod in his hands and net in his back pocket. “Somebody give me the bait.”

“Give him the bait.” Harry passed it to you.

“EEE—WOAHH!—” you bounced out of the way at the sight of worms, bugs and minuscule fish in a tiny tin, a shriek escaping you at the act of Harry even putting the critters near you. You almost flung it out his hand, swimming jumping over to Josh.

“Y/N!” He laughed at your reaction, struggling to get over to you both to pass it onto Josh who could pass it onto his dad.

“Why would you even put that near me?!” You accused like he was stupid.

“OI! There’s one there!” Josh flung his head in your direction, and you jumped impulsively, flinging yourself away from the spot and over to Harry who responsively hooked a hand around your leg, catching you like Scooby-Doo and almost breaking his back in the process.

“JOSH!” You screamed, not liking how he fooled you whilst off guard. Water soaked all up Harry, getting in his dungarees as you hopped out of the water. The feeling of the water sogging his clothes was uncomfortable but he did laugh at your phobia and the circumstances you’d willingly put yourself in. He closed his eyes as water flicked his face, opening one to find you watching him with your mouth covered by your hand. “Ohh, sorry Harry!” You practically whined in guilt as you wiped it off, “sorry my babe,” you kissed him lovingly just below his lip three times, furious at Josh and his boyish ways but also not wanting to disgust the family with your PDA. Such a pest.

Harry let go and you continued to stand with the boys, running the net in the water in hopes a teeny tiny fish might swim into it (small enough that you wouldn’t freak out) so you could claim you’d technically caught a fish. “Is there even any fish in this water?” The youngin asked from behind his dad, growing bored waiting about and nothing happening. Had he really signed up for this all weekend?

“YES! Patience, Josh!” Their Dad scolded, hating being interrupted whilst working hard.

Josh and Harry sniggered between them at the seriousness of their father whilst Rosie spoke to you above the bank from her chair, a leg crossed over the other. “How are you in that right now?”

“I don’t know.”

“What are you doing back in London? Have you to go shopping?”

“I said I would, there’s so many birthdays coming up, I can’t leave it last minute. And I really want to try and get that new pallet before it sells out again,” you moaned, “plus, stuff for the apartment and—” Harry was happy enough to leave evident gaps in your flat that could easily be filled with plant pots of cheap decor pieces. You weren’t but you couldn’t be arsed.

“You back next weekend?”

“Erm, I don’t know, actually, I think—”

“Yeah. We go back over Friday night,” Harry interrupted, curious as to why she wanted to know. They could stay longer if you wanted to.

“I wasn’t asking you.”

Harry looked at his sister oddly, clueless as to what her deal was and quite sick of her attitude. “Well you clearly were.”

“I’m talking to Y/N.”

“Well I’m talking to you you f—”

“OH MY GOD, HARRY! Shut up?!”

You shouldn’t find it so funny but because you knew the reasoning behind her feelings, it made sense. You did feel bad for her and you knew it was affecting f her more than she liked ‘cause Rosie was the sweetest person and she had a close relationship with her brothers, I mean they were all grown up and Harry was good to them; to his whole family, but, she was going through a rough patch, and being a little aggressive in her words, specifically towards the male species in her family. Talking about her boy troubles was angering and upsetting and as much as she was glad to be able to talk to you about it, she couldn’t help but feel like your words held no value because you were dating her doofus brother - the most annoying of the lot. It was like every time she looked at him, she thought of the thousands of boys who probably worshipped him and were influenced by laddish behaviour: his idiotic, disgusting laddish behaviour at times. Urgh, why could you be single like her and go out to get hammered? You gave him a sympathetic look as he looked puzzled between you both. “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH ME?!”

“Harry leave her alone.”

“I HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHIN’!” He held his hand out to his Mum who read from her seat.

“Rosie, why you being a—”

“OH MY GOD, JOSH! WHO WAS EVEN SPEAKING TO YOU?!” She held her hand out to him.

“Are you on your period?”

Okay, even you had to look at your boyfriend with your mouth open, his joke not landing well with the ladies. As much as he found it funny to ask, he wasn’t half-joking, he was familiar with the unexpected snappy behaviour and sour attitude when it came to a certain time of the month with you.

“I will kick your boll—”

“Rosie, go get the teabags from the car.”

Harry looked at you with confusion written all over him, even Josh and their Dad looked at you like you had the answers, but you gave nothing. You knew that feeling all too well seeing every lad pass by, labelling them as all the same, even ones closest to you; even the ones related to you! You’d called your brother a slag at the dinner table in front of your Nana whilst in the middle of a fallout with Harry. But looking at the boy now, you knew he was one who always came from good intentions, truly no bad bone in his body as much as he pushed his luck with jokes. He was a darling, really. He got you soft, and looking at him, you knew he was second-guessing himself as to how good a brother he’d been recently. Did I forget a birthday?

“She’s just had a fall out with friends,” you lied easily, “uni and stuff.”

“With that attitude, yeah!” He jabbed, and you rolled your eyes at his lame joke.

“Oh shut up, her attitude is nothing compared to yours,” you jabbed a finger in his chest before you trotted on past him in the water.

“M— me?! Mine?!”

“Yours.” Your widened your eyes as you walked in a line, hearing his dad and brother laugh. Oh yeah, you had deal with worse than a 13-year-old teenage girl on her period back home. Talk about at-ti-tude. “Have we caught a fish yet?”

“Y/N THERE’S A FISH!” Josh rapidly pointed next to you and without even looking in the direction, a scream ripped through you, heart leaping out of your chest as he splashed the water and you jumped along the bank to escape on the verge of pissing yourself. Harry’s hand on your arm to save you from his brothers torment was too slow, the movement in the water made his claims believable as you jumped away, unfortunately, onto a rock in the water, messing up your footing and causing you to fall almost up to your chest into the riverbank. You squealed even more.

Silence followed after the whole family had become breathless from hard laughter. You were frozen. Laughs caught in their throat as they struggled for air upon seeing you sitting in the deep water, your mouth agape in shock.

You were going to kill Josh.

“Oh. My. God.” You slowly stood up from the water, buckets dripping off your and out of the pockets, even your sleeves rolled up to your elbows damp. Harry reached his arm out but he was still buckled over in laughter, hand clutching his stomach as you accepted what happened. You were going to kill Josh. “I am going to kill you.”

Although you were soaked, you remained in the water as you might as well have, growing bored alongside the lads who were sitting or leaning in the water, playing with the equipment whilst you sat with your feet in the stream, waiting for a fish to come along and grab onto the bloody rod. “Have you always fished?” You asked their dad, plucking a piece bit of grass to help the time pass.

“Yeah, would say so. Not regularly but definitely during their childhood yes. They loved it,” he shared excitedly, likely recalling the memories in his head when his kids were actually excited participating in said activities instead of growing bored in 0.3 seconds.

“Did you?” You acted surprised, directing your attention to the boys, and then Rosie.

“Hm.”

“It actually was good crack when you’re younger, weren’t it Josh?” Harry muffled a laugh with a biscuit in his mouth.

“Yeah. Probably ‘cause there was actually fish to fish.” He flicked the cord out.

“I like fishin’,” Harry admitted from afar, in touch with his countryside roots. Things like that was why he didn’t mind certain Sidemen videos so much because he actually enjoyed them - camping, fishing, he didn’t see what the big fuss was when others dreaded the thought of them.

“I don’t,” you responded obviously, ears perking at the sound of his Dad reeling something in.

“It’s a good thing to have.”

“Why? Incase you ever get stranded on an island with a string and hook?”

“Exactly, Josh.”

You laughed.

“No I mean, it’s just something nice to be able to do, you know? As you get older you might join a group of old boys to go out on a Sunday evening, or for when you have kids, you might want to teach them. Like I did with you two,” he confessed, fighting the movement on the end of the line.

“Rosie was never fussed,” their Mum joined in with a smile, nostalgia filling her and creating a bittersweetness to moment. Looking down at her children, she suddenly wondered where all the time had gone. Handing Harry a biscuit in the water felt like she’d jumped in a time machine, not needing to tell him to be careful not to drop it. Now her first born was bigger than her!

“I don’t blame her,” you looked up to her, smirking at Rosie after. “If they want to see a fish, they can watch Nemo or Shark Tale.”

“Or Jaws.”

“Yeah.”

“W—hold on. So you’ll not come fish with me and our boys? You’ll stay at home?” Harry defensively turned around upon hearing your absence from your unborn children and bonding experience.

It made you pull a face. “Yes.”

“Are you serious?!” This was an outrage! You weren’t as country as you claimed! “You won’t come fishing with us?!”

WHO WAS US??? “Not fishing, no! I will go camping but you can catch me in the field of horses; looking for bears or rabbits! Not a fish.”

“You’re disgraceful. I will have you know fishing will be a–a reoccurring activity in our family. I will pass on what my father taught me,” he joked firmly. “You’ll – you will do as you are told.”

“Are you talking to the kids or are you talking to me?” You raised a brow, his reaction taking you by surprise. “I’ll come but I will not be hooking the bait on for them or nothin’, you can take them fishing, I’ll watch them to make sure they don’t fall in the water.”

“Hm. We’ll compromise—”

“I’ll watch the dog.”

“The dog will be in the water with us.”

“Then I’ll be watching the baby!” You came up with, liking the idea of having a fresh bairn to watch instead. Standing by the stream with her snuggled up in a little pink hat, strapped to your chest in a white wrap, accompanying and giving you the excuse to not get in the water with your boys and Harry. It was a very pretty picture.

Defeated, the boy grumbled, leaving it for the minute. His Dad laughed at the conversation and the small image brought a smile to his Mum’s face the most, although she tried to keep it hidden from him as he would’ve most likely accused her of pressuring him.

“You gonna have one soon?” Rosie’s eyes twinkled with mischief while asking the question, knowing it was the only topic that could get under brother’s skin.

You shook your head at her teasing and shrugged, “don’t know . . who knows,” you went along with it.

“Your fucking pill, that’s who,” Harry snapped without even turning his head, sending his family into fits of laughter with his defensiveness.

“You not gonna give me a niece or nephew I can show off to all my Uni friends?” She smugged.

“No, fortunately,” he proceeded looking at the water in hopes of a tail flapping beneath, fake sympathy adding to the moment. You rolled your eyes and shook your head discreetly, his childishness always making you laugh. Always a big baby.

Fortunately for you, his mum called for lunch preparation and so you escaped to the community showers to heat yourself up and change out of your saturated outfit during, thankful to get into something much more comfortable as the sky began to dim. You’d change into a fresh hoodie and puffy coat after it but decided it was acceptable enough to wear your pyjama bottoms out, considering there was hardly any other people about and you didn’t care if someone saw you in them. This wasn’t London, not everyone had to dress like an influencer; an Instagram model or BooHoo fashion show. After warming up with a cup of tea over the picnic table, Harry and you decided to take the dogs a walk around the forest before dinner so they didn’t intervene with his Mum’s cooking, as well as to get out of her way and avoid arguments.

Your shoes crunched along the stoney path, the site’s lamps flickering on and lighting up your surroundings. There was something very refreshing about it: walking around in the silence, trapped in with trees, surrounded by privacy, no noise from the streets, people or roadworks, no blinding billboards rubbing in the latest fashion trends, displaying long-legged models in high fashion brands. Just peace. Calmness. Just you two, walking at a comfortable pace, no fear of being intruded or spotted by.

“Why’s this horny for me?”

You covered your snicker with your hand, not all disagreeing with him on that sentence.

Harry laughed, “it’s just so nice, innit?”

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, I love London but it’s nice to get away some times. You know me, country over city any day,” you quipped, eyes on the fluffy black dog leading you down the trail.

“Yeah, it gets me thinking about later on. I think we might need to get a house over here.” He confessed.

You looked at him to your left, “serious?”

“Yeah. I think so. I don’t know. I’d like to - yeah, I think it’d be a smart idea. For when like . . the kids are older and stuff. I mean—” he sighed, clearly in deep thought of what he was trying to say, and cringing a little, it was obvious he’d taken these things into consideration, however, this was the first he’d ever mentioned it to you. He was always telling you off for trying to discuss the future. “It’s years away.”

You mentally rolled your eyes. “Mhm.”

“But, I mean, do we want them to grow up here? So they can see their grandparents?” He asked you with a questioning expression, “do they go to school here? Do they go in London? I-I don’t—”

Oh, he was actually asking you.

“Oh. Well, I mean . . I mean I like the thought of them being close to their grandparents. I mean I know it’s only a boat ride over but I think . .” you have to envision it for a moment, never having thought about something like this before or take these things into consideration. You just always assumed you’d forever live in London and do everything in London, ignorant to your ties back home and where they fell into your schedule in the next stage of your life. You thought about your own upbringing in Guernsey and how you would change nothing about it. “I mean I love the idea of them going to the same Primary Schools as us?” You pitched the idea, visualising the uniform you used to wear on your tiny body. “Your Mum or my Mum could pick them up some days and keep them over even?” You suggested, imagining a Thursday night to yourself and lie in Friday morning.

Harry had never thought of that either, despite the thought of his future kids going to the same school as he did feeling oddly fulfilling. He liked it. “That’s actually really cute, I like that.”

“I don’t know, though. It’s your call with work and stuff. I think property over here is a smart idea but I don’t think London is something you can just cut off. I mean, all our friends are over there. . .”

“I know, I know. I know that.”

“But - I mean Guernsey is a shout, and we could always get a boat over weekends, half terms, during the Summer—” you looked at him, not finding a flaw to your plan. “Could take turns as well, I’m sure I could last a day or two without you in the house if you need to do something work-related. Or for a weekend away.” You appealed.

It made perfect sense in Harry’s head. He couldn’t argue with your suggestion. God, you were so smart. You had it so well thought out. “That actually sounds pretty banging to me—”

“DOESN’T IT?!” You impressed yourself.

“Yeah!” He laughed, having a foundation to his plan.

You continued walking, hands shoved in your pockets, the dogs had a sniff about.

“Right. Will you tell me the deal with my sister?”

Too engrossed in the behaviour of your former dog, you scooped him up in your arms and cuddled him like a baby. “Oh, my little Herby,” the baby voice naturally took over you, kissing him repeatedly on his furry head, muttering, “I miss you, you know.”

“You miss him?!” Harry squealed, taken back by your confession.

“I’m sorry I kicked you out,” you mumbled half-humorously, loving how he was just letting you coddle him. Harry watched the way you attacked him with kisses and felt the need to interfere, scratching his head with his fingers.

“Yeah. You kicked him out. She got rid of you mate, not me.”

“For his own good! You know I—”

“She abandoned you, son.” He spoke to him, watching you pepper him with more guilt kisses, and unexpectedly growing jealous of it.

“Harry.”

“I did take good care of him!”

“I’m not saying you didn’t!” You laughed, “but it was a good time to hand him over, it wasn’t fair on him!” You looked at the spaniel, and how relaxed he was in your hold. He was always your baby. “Go back to being a puppy,” you almost wined, pressing your nose to his soft coat.

“Right, set him down.”

“I know you miss our flat.”

“You got rid of him.”

“You were working all the time!”

“I walked him! I-I fed him! I took him to get his hair cut! I—”

“You walked him at the start, yes. He was well looked after but yo- Sidemen evolved all of a sudden and he was left in the apartment most of the time! You – you got lazy.” Just admit it, your eyes bored. “I spent more time with him.”

“Herb, I took good care of you lad. You remember.” He sucked up to him, now kissing his head. “She didn’t even let you sleep in the bed.”

You faffed. “Y– I – NO! You know why he wasn’t allowed in the bed, it was like co-sleeping with a child!” You loved Herb and you did miss seeing him as a tiny puppy, potter about your apartment. He was a good dog and he kept you lots of company, but he was hard to work around when it came to work, weekends away and planning vacations. You could only have so much faith in Callux and Freezy to spoil him like you did. He was a little dog, but he deserved to have more space to run around and a proper garden.

Plus, you could do without hoovering the whole flat everyday when it came to shedding season.

“HE WAS SO SMALL!”

“You complained the one time!” You laughed. “You nearly squashed him!”

“I didn’t know he was there!”

You couldn’t get your next sentence out, you were laughing so much. Harry had nearly crushed him when he rolled over in bed to seduce you when you’d gasped at him for almost crunching your puppy. To say the mood was killed instant, you scolded him for being so careless and he had argued with you he didn’t know he was in the bed, and quickly put him out in the living room in his own bed after seeing how much attention he drank from you. One of the only times he was stern with the dog.

“He’s happy here.” You gave him one more cuddle.

“He can come for a sleepover.” Harry scratched his ear.

“No.” You deadpanned. You loved him, but you didn’t love his hairs over your house.

Harry laughed and you set Herb down to proceed his walk, brushing the loose strands off. “Do you think we’ll get another dog?”

“If you give me a big house and garden for it to run about, yeah. We can get a big dog.”

“Could we get a cat?”

“Don’t really like cats, Harry,” you grimaced, remembering your cousin’s old, boney cat who hated human contact. They always acted like they were better than people.

He let it go as you began making your way back. “Do you know what’s going on with Rosie? Like seriously, what did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything. She’s just . . having a day.”

“Why am I getting it the worst though!”

“I don’t know.” You really didn’t. He just seemed to wind her up the most. His concern did awe you. “I think Uni’s just taking a toll and . . I think she was supposed to go out with her friends this weekend and they bailed as well, so . . ” you looked at him understandably, cutting her some slack.

“Why do I feel like there’s something else?”

You looked at him, trying not to break as he waited for the giveaway. Your lips slowly started to twitch and he smiled competitively. “YES! What is it?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Tell me!” He pulled your arm back to keep you from the base, not done with the conversation. “What is it? I deserve to know!”

“She just—“ you couldn’t. But you couldn’t as well with Harry waiting for you to slip the secret, his gaze putting you under pressure. You sighed and gave in, “right, you can’t let her know I told you.”

“I won’t.”

You puffed again, “so . . this guy—”

“Are you fucking serious?!” He interrupted, already bored of the conversation, tone high-pitched. “A guy?!”

“This boy, he like, wasted her time or whatever. It’s not a big deal but she’s like . . getting stick from it, she just – she wants to forget about it. Don’t tell her I told you—” you warned, and then grabbed his ear when he went to walk off. “I’m serious!”

“Ok! Ok!” He yelled.

“I’m serious! She’ll be raging at me!”

“Join the club,” he scoffed, looking at you fake bewilderedly.

“Harry.”

“Mate, who cares? She’s young, like, go out and party and get drunk with your friends. Lads that age don’t want a relationship. She shouldn’t be so surprised.” He kicked a rock, unbelieving some geezer was responsible for his sister’s sour mood.

“Well, I think that’s the thing, she gave him a chance after her friends sa— wait, wait, wait, hold on a second,” you froze in your steps, turning to look up at him, “what do you mean, that age? I was with you that age? Were you waiting to break up with me?!”

“Oh don’t you start,” he rolled his eyes almost out of his head.

“SERIOUSLY!”

“Oh my God! No! Obviously not!” He looked at you blankly, “you think I wouldn’t have done it after getting endless stick for being some tied, little virgin boy to you?”

A snicker left your mouth after that, seeing his features relax.

“You think 17/18-year-old me was bagging bitches if I broke up with you?! You think I’d push my luck, mate?!” He kept going, fuelling your laughter.

You swayed into him, leaning your head on his arm as you found his jokes wholesome. “Ok, so what do you mean?”

“Well, he’s in Uni, innit? He’s - like, mate couples break up when they go to Uni, they just go on mad ones all the time and flunk their class. Cheat on their partners as much as they cheat on their paper, like—” he shrugged.

You hit his arm despite laughing along to his words, finding perfect sense. “Ok, yeah. Makes sense.”

“Shouldn’t be so surprised about it. Shouldn’t let some lad affect her that bad.” He grimaced.

“She’ll get over it. Just don’t take it to heart.”

“I’ll seriously drop kick her if she says—”

“Harry.”

Muffled complaints left him and you let him have his moment, kicking a stone about as you entered camp again, seeing his Dad finish tidying the fishing equipment and his Mum set the table. You were greeted by the suffocating scent of her cooking, your stomach grumbling as you neared the table, seeing it sizzling in the pot. You groaned out loud. “Oh my God. Get in me right now.”

“Cheeky,” muttered behind you as you felt fingers pinch you neck in the motion of grabbing the wine from the table.

You nicked a piece of chicken from the pan before helping dish it out, his mother doing the favour of sorting everyone’s drinks. You’d always grown up with your dad drinking beers and ciders as well as your brother now, so you always found it funny the way your boyfriend drank anything, including the fruitiest of cocktails and wines. You shook your head at him for bringing the bottle to his lips.

“HARRY!”

“It’s so good,” he ignored his mum.

Dinner was unbelievably tasty, maybe because you were outdoors or had been starving since only snacking on biscuits all day, but it hit different eating the meal outdoors. It was extremely delicious. You looked pregnant after. “Oh my God.”

“Mum that was a scran and a half.”

She didn’t know what that was but she took it as a compliment.

“I’m literally, 8 months,” you said, holding a hand to your bloated belly.

They laughed.

“I can’t move.”

You all sat around the fire his Dad started, stuffed from dinner and stuck in your seats, your feet crossed out in front of you as you were wrapped up in your coat and sweatshirt, cradling a weak drink in your hand next to his mum. “I will have to cook your favourite meal in this new flat. Owe you back for all the times you’ve fed me over the years,” you stretched.

“Give me a date and time, my lovely,” she agreed to the idea.

“A nice roast . . or my signature—” interrupted by the crash of a glass and smash of the bottle, you escaped your chair by the table just in time for the drink to spill all over your little camper seat, drenching it.

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, HARRY!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN IT! I DIDN’T MEAN IT!”

Next, you were in the car, driving to the nearest ASDA to collect a new bottle of wine or two after it had been established that the night could not continue unless Harry had a glass of wine, for himself and for his Mum so she would get off his back. You parked in a spot and leaned on the window. “There you go.”

“What? Are you not coming in?” He paused to open the door, looking lost.

“N- why? No, I’m in my pyjamas, look at the state of me!”

He scoffed. “Wise up, no one’s gonna see you, it’s near 9 o’clock.” He looked at you still. “Come on!” His hand slapped down on your thigh and gave it a deathly squeeze, sending you out of your seat in a jump as you tried to pry his tickling hand off with a pained laugh. “OW HARRY!”

“Ow, Harry,” he mocked your voice, looking at you hopefully, leaning over to steal a kiss and get you on your own. “Please.”

Your lips starred at the other, you could feel the warmth of them as you smile and said, “no.”

“You’re fake. Ya don’t love me.” He unbuckled his belt and got out.

Somehow, you did end up walking down the aisles in the supermarket in your pastel pink pyjama bottoms, two bottles of wine in your arm as you traced behind your lanky boyfriend - lanky in the terms he was tall, not so much slim as he once was as this year more than most, he’d seemed to unexpectedly fill out - and you weren’t complaining in the least. Still fit, much stronger and toasty as hell to snuggle into.

And, he even made you look small.

You happily walked behind him, watching his stocky shoulders move under his t-shirt. “Is this enough?”

“I’m just going to grab a bottle of Malibu,” he replied, grabbing it off the top shelf, “did you say you wanted to go grab something?”

“Yeah, a colouring book.” What? There was no signal and your battery was to last you until tomorrow. And you liked colouring. You waited for him to join you in the middle of the aisle, amused at the satisfied expression he held with the drink in his arms. “Happy?”

“Very.”

Although it was a quick stop, he liked the little time he had away with you, just so he could kiss you freely without hating his family being around, a hater of PDA himself. He shut the car door after him as you threw your bag of felt-tips and book in the back, ready to head back. His hand found the back of neck and you smiled as he pulled you into a kiss without a word, savouring it before you went back to the minimum with everyone around.

Your grin broke it and he muttered you to stop it before taking up your lips again, a grunt filling your ears as your hand cupped the side of his face, fighting the urge to lift your leg out of your seat and past the handbrake. You were thankful for the darkened sky and tucked away hiding spot the car was parked in, giving you the privacy you needed. As you made an attempt to pull away after feeling Harry’s tongue brush yours, he seemed to tighten his grip and pull away to say, “should we just shag in the back? Really quickly?”

A concealed chuckle rattled your chest as you stroked his face, intrigued, but not knowing if you could handle driving back after such messy activities, “no, Harry.” Seriously, it was his idea to go, he knew what he was getting into. You kissed him once more before taking the route home, putting up with his complaints about as much as loving camping and being home, he wanted back in your apartment in near Big Ben.

Josh had managed to get up the Football game on his phone and propped it up against his glass for his dad and brother to crowd around. Meanwhile, you girls huddled in your own group, talking amongst yourselves whilst making s’mores over the crackling fire. You weren’t drinking heavily, just the few cocktail tins you’d grabbed whilst in ASDA for yourself and Rosie to enjoy whilst your boyfriend was hogging the wine from his Mum. “Are you going to pour me a glass?”

“Oh shit, yeah, sorry,” he held it out to her from his seat, “you might need to open the other one soon.” He made nervous eye contact with his mum.

“Never thought you’d be fighting over a bottle of wine when you first held your baby boy, did you?” You laughed, watching her roll her eyes awaiting Harry to do as such. With her hands stuffed in her green quilted coat over her pyjamas, scarf around her neck, she shook her head and sat back down after receiving a glass of the red substance, hoping it did a better job of heating her up than her husbands attempt of a fire. “Hogger. I’m telling you! Appreciate the time when they’re little!”

You giggled into your shoulder, glancing over to the boys consuming their drinks. Harry really was a hogger, but you were always amused to see him progressively get drunk as the night went on. By the time the match was over, he was buzzing to say the least, although his team lost, he was still acting a clown alongside his brother after finishing the first bottle of drink and pouring his second cup of the Malibu. He held it up to you suggestively.

You shook your head.

“Awww, come on.”

“Don’t give into peer pressure.”

“Rosie shut up.”

“I’m okay,” you told him, grinning at his tired eyes despite his previous, hyperactive behaviour. After that second glass, you knew it was all going down hill.

Instead, you had your final cup of tea with Rosie for the night, finding the plank of wood you sat on freezing cold as your chair was still soaked with the previous bottle of Red. The picnic table was cold but you didn’t want to take anyone’s chair. “Y/N, move closer to the fire!”

“It’s okay, I have my tea.” You were enjoying yourself but the thought of being snuggled up in a warm bed was getting more and more tempting. You looked over to Harry to see if he was in any form to go to bed, but he stood in front of his Dad, talking about something pointless with his single cup of Malibu. Josh was trying to video his conversation, clearly, he must have been speaking funny or slurring. You rubbed your hands together, going for a top up.

“She can’t sit down in her seat, Harry covered it in drink.” Rosie reminded them, bouncing her leg over the other.

At the sound of his name, he spun around and looked at her. “What? Hu – what was that? What you say?”

He stood sassily in front of her. Hand on the hip and everything.

It was silent.

“Do you want to fight?”

Your grunted laugh escaped and Rosie looked at you to see if he was serious. “I’m saying your girlfriend can’t sit down ‘cause you ruined her seat!” She complained for you, watching how her brother planted himself down on his own camp chair in front of the cracking fire. He chewed obnoxiously on that biscuit.

“Didn’t mean it.”

“You wouldn’t be quick to consider giving her your seat though, would you?”

“She can sit hear if she wants!” He searched for you, watching you bent boringly over the table, waiting for the water to boil. Now he liked the look of that. He patted his leg invitingly. “C’mere!”

“It’s ok!” You shot down, not seeing the big fuss.

He gave a blank look and stood up, pointing to the chair. “Sit down. I’ll — I’ll get your tea.”

“Don’t you dare go near that kettle,” you said holding a biscuit between your teeth, walking over with your mug anyway and near the toasty fire. Harry sat down before you and pulled you down onto him, managing to get your full figure on his lap to sit comfortably with your legs up, nearly like a child. Even his Mum and Dad had to smile at his subtle affection, knowing he didn’t try to show much of it in their company but it was warming seeing their son care for his other half even in his drunken state. He did dote on you but it was an unusual sight for them to witness. They could only hope he was always this loving when he went out on the piss, not a tornado under your supervision.

Smiling at him playfully, he shamelessly cradled you, zoning out, watching you drink your tea through hooded eyes before placing a long, kiss to your head. Definitely drunk. “Happy?” He sassed his sister. She only pointed her middle finger to him. Prick.

You could only sit in his embrace for so long when he was getting fidgety and irritable, not letting you finish your tea without rocking you both in the chair. Even when you moved and snuggled into his side, listening in on the stories his Mum and Dad told, your eyes were drifting, his arm would accidentally elbow you, followed by a muster of apologies and tiny kisses. You eventually found your tent after kissing a goodnight to everybody. Rosie joined you, calling dibs on the only pink sleeping bag at the top of the mattress, making Josh take the bottom. You were both having your girly time, dragging the names of girls from her classes and you getting up photos of wanna-be-influencers who got on your absolute tits.

“Like – and literally didn’t leave him alone! I was pissed and I am never like that but she wouldn’t stop looking and starring at me. It was a shit night anyway but URRGHH,” she laughed at the sound you made, and the sight of you squeezing the pillow to your face in frustration. “just had be in the bad mood going home. If I see her again, I’m honestly, punching her.”

“I’ll back you.”

“Thanks babe. I need one Lewis to,” you rolled your eyes, knowing how lackadaisical Harry was and how unprovoked he was whilst drunk.

“I’ll come over next month and stay.” She suggested.

“You so should,” you propped yourself up on one elbow, an idea brewing. “. . Harry could go out and we’ll order food and make cocktails.”

“Or make food as well?” She raised a brow, “pizza? Pasta?”

“Oh my God, yes. And brownies.”

“Oh my God, yes please.”

“How nice would brownies be right now.”

“No, please don’t.”

The tent opened and in walked Josh who disturbed the mood by stomping along his side of the mattress and disturbing the peace. “WOULD YOU MOVE OVER?!”

“WOULD YOU STOP SCREAMING IN MY FACE? WHY YOU SO LOUD FOR?!”

You must have been so tried because the whole interaction had you giggling into your duvet, not wanting to encourage Josh or anger Rosie. But watching them was so funny. They were all so funny.

“I HAVE ARRIVED!”

“FUCK SAKE!” Josh yelled, clearly having tried to escape his brother.

“BLUEEEEEEE—“ his arm scooped around his neck as he began to dance and chant in the tent, “IS—”

“Harry please sit down, love,” you facepalmed at the sibling catastrophe, trying not to laugh to encourage anybody.

“JOSH, CAN YOU TURN YOUR FUCKING VIDEO DOWN?! JESUS CHRIST!” Rosie’s voice exploded over the sound of Josh’s phone playing the football highlights, something that only angered her further because what the fuck, he’d just watched the game?

“Mate, how do I get in this?” Harry stood above you, trying to figure out where the sleeping bag was. He stepped over everybody, loud in doing so, pulling everyone’s blankets off them. His heavy footing had your whole mattress rising and falling and you just knew it would be deflated in the morning you woke up. “Harry, please.”

He tripped on you, as well as spilling the remainder of his drink on the floor as you fingers rubbed your eyes. Rosie’s head was under the duvet and Josh was covering his mouth trying not to laugh, knowing he’d get another telling off from his sister. Your body was shaking with held in laughter.

“OH MY D—” he threw the blanket up and about, eventually getting in next to you in his drunken state. And then he froze, made eye contact with Josh and clapped his hands, “WHERE IT BEGAN—”

“I actually want to die.”

“Harry, you’re bloody deafening me,” you complained, feeling his voice boom in your ear. He was right up in your grill, unable to get any closer and as much as he was keeping you warm, you could feel every bit of him against you, especially the little hairs of his beard scraping your face. “Harry!”

“Why you shouting at meee?” He fake cried high-toned, arms wrapping protectively around you in a headlock, hugging your body.

“Please,” you struggled to turn around to face him, appreciating his hold as you were struggling to get heat into you. “Calm down. Calm down,” you shushed, trying to do his family a favour by quietening him down. You grinned in the dark, brushing your fingers through his hair, hearing the calming of his breathing. You could have done it for longer, had your hand outside the blanket not be freezing. His head nestled under your chin, pressed to your chest and you tried not to laugh at the ticklish feeling of the tiny peppered kisses placed on it. You warned him with a poke of your finger, not wanting to voice his name and nerve his brother and sister.

‘Stop it’ you mouthed, unknowing if he could even see, but you think he heard because he grumbled and pressed his cheek flat to your skin again, giving in.

Tucked up, you tried to drift off between the sound of Josh’s video playing, Rosie’s complaining, Harry’s snores and their parent’s ongoing conversation outside. As much as you loved your own bed in your home and most importantly your electric blanket, you couldn’t help but be excited for tomorrow to carry on your camping antics, knowing you wouldn’t enjoyed it half as much had you been doing it with any other family.

You loved them.

Even when they forced you into fishing, you loved them. You wouldn’t change your in-laws for the world. You’d gotten really lucky that way.

You kissed the top of Harry’s head, forever thankful to be part of the family.

[ghostiesimpilton]

Girlfriend

A/N a bit happier and shorter than what i usually write, i hope you enjoy!

warnings: no

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It was a beautiful day in London. I was wearing a gorgeous sundress, my hair was styled to perfection and all of my makeup just seemed to work today and it put me in such a good mood. “Y/N come on the car is here” I heard my flat mate Gee shout. “Coming babes!” I shouted back, grabbing my hand bag and meeting my flatmate. “You look insane, is it for a certain boy by any chance?” Gee smiled at me as she picked up her keys, making me roll my eyes and a warm pink grace my cheeks. “We are just friends,” I said sternly to my friend. “I would believe you but i don’t think friends go on dates, basically live together and oh sleep together” she giggled as she locked the door to our apartment. “Stop, we don’t want people to know,” I said in a hushed tone as we made our way outside and to our ride.

We were invited to Ethan and Faiths baby shower and it was the perfect day for it. “This is amazing, “ I said as I looked out the window and we made our way up the drive of Ethan and Faiths farm house. “I had no idea it was this big” Gee said with the same amazement in her voice as mine. We thanked the driver and exited the car to be met with a guy holding badges. “oh team girl all the way” i smiled pinning the badge to the top of my sundress “no no, Faith has like 70 brothers it’s defo going to be a boy. Plus blue matched my outfit” Gee smiled as she picked the other badge and put it on. We had a slow walk up the drive, taking in all of the surroundings.

“GEE, Y/N!” Talia squealed as we rounded the corner. She engulfed us in a huge bear hug and we both squeezed back. “what, no, Y/N, it’s going to be a boy” Talia said taking note of my badge. I just smiled and shook my head, i knew deep down i was right. We walked with Talia over to Faith who looked amazing, and fell into easy conversation.

After about twenty minutes the crowd of boys returned from their tour that Faith had informed us the boys had taken. “I wish I could make a guy grin like that,” I whispered to Faith as Ethan bounced over to us like an excited little puppy. He instantly wrapped a loving arm around her back, it looked so natural and sweet.

“Ok girls and boys it’s time for the big reveal” Ethan shouted making us all crowd around the large arrangement of balloons and words saying ‘BOY’ and ‘GIRL’. I positioned myself kind of near the front, feeling a warm presence next to me which I could not mistake for anyone else except my lover. “hey” i heard him whisper, causing me to casually look over my shoulder. As soon as I did, I was met with those dreamy blue eyes. “Hey stranger,” I smiled, taking a sip from my champagne glass. “you look insane” he said, in a lower tone for just us two to hear. “What can I say, I use baby showers to scout out fit lads” I smirked causing him to chuckle back. “Well, I think it is working,” he quipped back before our attention turned to the happy couple.

We cheered as they started to count down. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 … 1! And with a press of the big red button soon we were surrounded by pink smoke and confetti. I cheered, turning to Gee, catching her eyes and making a loser sign, which she just rolled her eyes to. Soon the crowd dispersed and drinks started flowing more rapidly. I had had quite a few drinks and danced around with Freya. I was tipsy to say the least but I knew what was going on. It was just an amazing time, having fun with my friends, everyone happy and delighted for the happy couple.

As the night rolled on, most of the couples left, leaving a few of us around the fire pit in idle chatter. I was sat next to Harry and although I had a nice buzz going on I knew what was happening, and I could tell Harry was far more drunk than I thought. “I think you’re too drunk,” I whispered to the boy next to me. “i don’t think you’re drunk enough” he slurred back causing a soft giggle to escape my lips.  As he said that my phone lit up indicated my Uber had arrived. “coming with?” I questioned the intoxicated boy next to me, showing him my phone. I just got a mumble in return which was followed by him standing up and announcing us leaving. Cal had left hours ago meaning people were just happy someone was babysitting the bumbling idiot. “ok come on before we get ditched.” I said tugging on Harry’s jumper so that he would follow me. “next sideman baby incoming! ” Ethan shouted after us, causing Harry to break out in laughter. “in his dreams Bez ” i shouted back as we rounded the corner to our ride.

It was a struggle but i eventually got Harry in the car and we had made it to our apartments. We only lived two streets apart from each other so it was easier to get out at Harrys and just walk home. “ok i will see you later” I said as Harry fumbled with his keys. “what no you cannot walk alone” He said after a moment of concentration. “it takes two minutes, i will be ok” i said caressing his cheek. “nope come on” Harry said interlacing our fingers. They just seemed to piece together so naturally. “what are you doing” i giggled. “walking my girl home” Harry said causing me to halt. “what?” I whispered, letting my hand fall, but still be entwined with his. “what’s wrong?” he said turning around to study me, his face laced with worry. “your girl?” i questioned studying his features. “yh, i mean you are” he said nonchalantly as if it was fact. “I do not recall being asked,” I said, suppressing the smirk on my face. Harry’s face contorted for a moment, he was thinking. “OK” Harry said, the confidence of the alcohol over taking him. He took a few steps back and out stretched his arms as he fell to his knees. “Y/N Y/L/N, The most beautiful girl in the world, will you be my girlfriend?” he shouted at me causing me to let my smile show and shake my head. I took a few steps forward and cupped Harry’s cheeks in my palms. I leant down and placed a quick kiss to his lips. “of course i will” i said placing another kiss on his lips, lingering a little longer than the time before. “what took you so long” i whispered as Harry stood up, his frame still a little wobbly. “because, you’re so pretty and amazing and i didn’t want to lose you” he shrugged as we carried on walking to my apartment. “You’re so goofy, you know that?” I complimented him as I leant into his side.

My eyes fluttered open as the light that peaked through the blinds hit my face. I rolled over and was met with soft snores causing me to smile. I tried to sit up, only to be pulled back down by a protective arm and a grunt. “I need to pee” I giggled as my head hit my pillow. “No, you need to stay here” Harry mumbled into my neck. “oh and pee on you?” I said, causing the arm to release and give me my freedom.

I went and did my business, freshening up a bit and slipping on some shorts and a baggy top before making my way back into my bedroom. I felt Harry’s eyes on me as I moved around my things to find my hairbrush. “what?” I giggled, not turning around as I finally found my hairbrush. “my girlfriend is so hot in the morning” he said causing me to feel a warm flush in my chest and a deep crimson to flush my cheeks. “you remember that?” i said smiling to myself. “how could i forget, i wasn’t as drunk as you thought” Harry said as i turned around, setting down my brush. “whatever dingus” i smirked crawling back into bed and being peppered in kisses.

[ghostiesimpilton]

BLUE IS THE COLOUR | h. lewis

summary: a date night planned by the lads backfires badly.

pairing: bog x reader. (W2S)

notes: first fic!!! please believe i have 10 drafts saved and ready to be posted but just can’t bring myself to publish!!!! 🙈 i’ve gone with this one first as it was the first one i wrote, so here you go!! feedback always welcome, praise, opinions or advice! 🥰 pls let me know what you think!! could so play on this and make a second half? don’t forget to reblog!

“COME ON, CHELSEEEAAA!” The obnoxious sound of your boyfriend’s voice aired throughout your apartment, quickly followed by an obnoxious laugh from his younger brother who found his tacky chant at the TV hilarious. You couldn’t have rolled your eyes more discreetly if you tried.

Football had always been a present thing in your life as it usually was for most people on planet earth, living in the UK, it was almost mandatory to be a football fanatic. What family didn’t watch a match? Have brothers scream their lungs out at the TV? Dads put the whole household into a bad mood afterwards when their team lost? It wasn’t even a thing of consideration, football was just something worshipped in your family – it racked your brain how some families didn’t share that obsession.

Of course, you yourself, never took interest unless you absolutely had to — for example, having to pay attention to see what team your S/O supported so you could buy them match tickets as a birthday present perhaps. It just wasn’t something that interested you much, having to deal with the attitude of your father after losing a game, was it any wonder you were put off by it? How did people let a game affect them so much? Seriously! It was really messed up how grown men could behave over a game! Of course, you’d watched matches and learned the names of some of the hottest best players on the field, but it was something you left in the hands of your brother and father. You didn’t need to know about football. It wasn’t an interest of yours.

But then you met your boyfriend. You met Harry. AKA, like most English lads – a proper soccer head. It was no secret: he was a football freak. A lover of the sport. He played it, he played video games of it, he watched it on the TV and attended matches, had different shirts for different clubs, made videos competing in it, challenges made up in it, watched the interviews, followed the players, read the articles, listened out for rumours and idiotically, participated in Football Twitter. That boy loved to cause a stir up on that side of Twitter because if there was one thing he loved to do and did it well he did — was wind up people — and football fans were the easiest people on planet earth to wind up. Christ. He was a menace. But again, he was your average English lad, passionate about the sport. He claimed Chelsea to be his team but he still supported a minority of different clubs.

Since being together in your adolescence, you’d had no other option but to grow your knowledge on the sport. It happened naturally over the years. You couldn’t escape it. Dating Harry meant enduring his extraordinary friend group who all loved football equally as much, always in each other’s houses to watch and scream over a match, making videos and coming up with challenges to do with the sport. You had to sit through endless conversations between his dad and brother on their predictions for future games and the not-so-discreet techniques used by players. I mean, Harry’s whole career had been built on football. What other kind of video game would give him the same reaction of throwing his chairs, controllers and TVs at the wall in a rage? Would W2S even be a thing?

Thank God those days were over. You could still remember those nights as clear as day up in his room when he’d be screaming at the game of Fifa when you had to get up for work the next morning.

You’d been brought up a United fan since the day you’d been born (I mean wasn’t that how you picked your teams? With whatever your dad supported growing up?) Whatever, Man United had been your dad’s team so it was your team, and the colours red and yellow and the symbol of the red devil was immediately something you identified with. Your dad was like Harry in the way he was a fan of other clubs, but loyal to Man UTD he was - no mixture of kits there. You could remember a few years ago when you’d gone out to dinner at 14-years-old with your parents and the topic of football fell to the table (your dad had been watching it on the restaurant’s flatscreen instead of listening to your mum’s questioning if he’d locked the door before they’d left) when you asked your dad how he chose the team he’d wanted to support. He’d responded simply: “Your teams your team, Y/N, when you know, you know. It’ll come naturally. You’ll make the decision some day. Just know, I will be hurt,” he placed a hand on his heart, “but I will still love you. Probably.” He’d pretended he’d gifted the best life advice he had in him, and maybe it was, but whether he was kidding or not, it was a stupid sentimental moment that stuck with you and you’d always remembered it.

You could remember the day you’d done the most grown up thing in his eyes and made such decision. Again, you were out for dinner with your family for your 20th birthday, Harry by your side and talking across the table to your dad about the match played the night before. A waiter had approached and one of them noticed a football club’s lanyard hanging from out of his pocket. Chelsea. A conversation struck up between the three of them, and an unimpressed look was shared with your mum. He had asked what team they supported, to which you had rolled your eyes at.

“I’m a United fan. He’s my son-in-law, he’s a Chelsea man.” Your dad nodded to Harry with crossed arms.

The waiter’s eyes glanced between the both of them before he’d stolen a glance to you, and it didn’t take much to realise you had to be the daughter of the United man with your similar facial features, and were dating the Chelsea lad who’s leg you held onto. “And what about you?” He’d dreadfully asked, a twinkle in his eye as he yearned from some kind of entertainment to occur on his shift. Spice things up a bit.

“Huh?” You lifted her head from your hand to check he had been talking to you. Suddenly feeling very on on the spot, you first looked to your dad to find him sitting with his arms crossed and brows surprisingly raised, intrigued to hear the answer himself, and then to Harry, who gave a blank but intense stare with his hand holding his chin. Oh dear, what did you do? How was this fair?! I mean, you’d been out of the house so long and – well, wasn’t it obvious what you team you were supposed to say? Gosh, you didn’t like this pressure.

You turned slowly back to the waiter who had cause you this pressure. “Uh, I’m — I’m Chelsea, too.”

Harry had clapped and cheered loudly, “YESSS! That’s my girl!” with his arms in the air whilst your dad closed his eyes with a minutes silence. He looked like he was trying to hold back tears, a defeated smile on show before continuing to be fell out with you for the rest of the night, but of course he was joking, it really didn’t matter to him. It was just a bittersweet moment for him (the same way it was for your mum when you told her you’d bought your first home with Harry). His baby girl was all grown up now.

From that day onward, you felt no shame in considering yourself a Chelsea girl – now a Chelsea household. Blue was now your colour and the little red devil had been overruled by a blue one on your shirt.

Now, you’d become more familiar with the sport, sitting through nights in lockdown and cold nights in bed with Harry watching it (because it was the only thing you could watch with him because he didn’t watch anything else) but you still wouldn’t say you were a diehard fan. I mean that was the thing with football, wasn’t it? You were either fully engrossed by it or you never watched it. You still didn’t know much. You just about learned of a yellow card. All you felt you needed to know was that you needed to pick a team and hoped they scored in their net and the opponent did not. You didn’t know why Harry would scream and yell and throw a fit when a ‘penalty’ from the other team was granted, I mean, if they’d done wrong and played dirty, it was only fair. You didn’t know why he got so angry at the ref, surely he knew how to do his job?

“Fuck me. You can sell my ticket if their going to play like this on Friday, Jesus!” Josh’s voice called out from the sofa as he watched with his hands stressfully on his head. “NO! Oh my— Harry, mate I’m not going.” He’d paced stressfully the same time his brother cringingly gripped his own hair.

Now, Friday had rolled around, and you didn’t know if this had all been part of a plan as you’d been told, or if it had worked in Josh’s favour.

Because Josh didn’t get going to the match.

You did.

Coincidentally, Harry had been ‘planning’ on taking you to watch a match and not just as a replacement for his absent brother. Coincidentally, you happened to say to him to come up with a fun date idea for the pair of you for once just days before instead of you trying to find new places and activities to try out.

Well, giving him that power of control had backfired unbelievably.

“Are you actually being for real?” You said when he handed you the tickets.

He stood with that stupid, dopey smile on his face like he’d didn’t see an issue and nodded. “Yep! And,” he came beside you to show a photo on his phone, “Ethan and Faith are going too!”

Faith held the same two tickets in her hand confusedly and looked to the camera almost offendedly. With Ethan it didn’t seem so surprising; he and Harry joined in on most things as a pair so much there was drink guaranteed. Or not.

So, you’d began getting ready. It was cold out and it wasn’t like it was a special match or anything, so you didn’t feel the need to get dressed up (you’d be shocked if a pint wouldn’t get splashed onto you) and so went for basics. Some jeans, some boots, a t-shirt underneath your black padded coat to protect you from the bitter weather. If you did your hair and makeup good enough, you could pull off that slick look and achieve that ‘effortlessly pretty’ vibe, except — the effort had gone in. Hair was slicked back into a tight ponytail without a hair out of place, hoops had gone in, brows had been brushed into place, contour had snatched your cheekbones and not much blush was needed due to the guarantee that the British weather would have rosy for you. You’d groaned the entire time, wondering why your makeup had to turn out so good for a football match instead of at nightclubs or dinners when you really wanted it to. You’d made the effort and you were more than likely to be stood next to a pub regular wearing a team shirt with sweat stains and bad B.O.

“Alright, don’t look too look excited.” Harry clapped.

Faith and Ethan had joined you both, and Harry immediately parted from you to side with Behz, his true other half. He was a West Ham supporter yet, here he was! The boys walked in front and you dragged behind. Faith looked at you with a shake of her head. “Do they think we’re thick?”

“Definitely.”

“I said to him, why would I want to go to a match for Pete’s sake! I would have rather you and I had drinks in mine and wait for them to come back!”

“I know!” You agreed, “it’s just an excuse to get drunk though, isn’t it.”

“Literally.”

“And I cannot be dealing with Harry getting pissed tonight, I’m sorry but being drunk and football – not a good combination.” You made the girl laugh. “Seriously, every time he goes to one of these, I fully expect someone to deck him and I wouldn’t have anything to defend him by.”

Faith laughed louder at that, but it was true. He was havoc. A menace as it was but drunk? Why he was fucking untouchable. A hazard.

“I mean it’s just so coincidental their mate got covid—”

“And Josh didn’t want to go—”

“And a poor ticket would go to waste—”

“Right?! Like they give a fuck!” You exclaimed. “They heard us complaining about the lack of wanting to do things and pulled this out their arse!”

“Literally!”

It had been a long time since you’d been to a football match; a long time since you’d fully paid attention to a game; learned the names of newly transferred players. Your younger sister would probably have enjoyed this more, had she been in London, considering she knew all the players and gushed about what ones were cutest to you when you visited back home (you legitimately could not recall one). The last time she’d done that, the only one that’d stuck with you had been Marcus Rashford but he wasn’t even playing tonight. Gosh, was he a dote or what? You were convinced he’d won every girl’s heart over with the work he’d done. So thoughtful. So lovely. So charming. Just a gentleman.

“Oi, oi, walk on wankstain.” The same familiar laugh erupted from in front of you and you looked to find Harry shove Ethan in time as they both cackled heading into the stadium.

You shared a look with Faith.

You’d found your seats with a nice, close up view of the pitch, you were convinced you’d be able to at least get a whiff the mix of aftershaves from the players if they ran past. You knew you’d enjoy it when the game got started and really competitive if your team started losing – but, well, that wasn’t an option! In the stand, a pint occupied your hand and the match soon kicked off. The players ran out and suddenly, the game got really interesting.

In fact, it was more than interesting! Suddenly, you couldn’t keep your eyes off the field!

You didn’t know how long you’d zoned out of the football world but it seemed like a rewrite of a script had occurred as multiple faces you’d never seen before began to kick the ball about from player to player! Young players. Cute players. As in, one’s close in your age.

I mean, not that it meant anything. You’d been in a relationship since your were about 17. A happy, healthy . . loving . . strong relationship.

But boy, oh boy, was it nice to see some sweaty boys toss a ball between one another and get all hot and bothered when others began to play dirty. I mean, not to name a few but #29 was . . nice . . and so was #24. The goalie was cute too. And #5. And #21. And don’t even get me started on Number 19.

The boys had been a little on edge to see how the night progressed and see if it would result in them spending the night in the dog house, I mean, if they took you to a match and the team lost well, they were just asking for it, weren’t they? But surprisingly, the night seem to take a turn! Faith had seemed shockingly engrossed in the game with her eyes seeming to dance between each player and her drink would spill on the ground when she would cheer encouragingly alongside Ethan. You seemed to have taken a much more discreet approach which was worrying for Harry. He looked at you and how you had your cup to your lips the entire time almost in a way of comfort and your eyes were in a daydream targeted onto the field. He would turn to grasp your attention to say something, but you didn’t budge – your mind solely focused on the players and their techniques of stealing and taking the ball. He didn’t know if you were enjoying yourself.

But, come to think of it, he noticed your lips had been pulled into a smug-looking grin the entire time. He didn’t know why. You were losing 1-3.

You wondered what it must be like to be a professional footballer. What lifestyle choices you have to make. What life was like in general. I mean what did they have for their breakfast that morning? Did they go a run? What time did they wake up at? Did they shower this morning? Did they phone their mum beforehand? Were they allowed to have sex leading up to a match? Did their girlfriend help make their breakfast this morning? Iron their kit? Do they have a girlfriend? Do they get their kits ironed for them? Did they want you to iron their kit? Cause you’d do it if they wanted—

“You gonna drink your pint?”

You hadn’t even realised you’d had so much drink left until Harry’s voice suddenly shook you out of your daze and it curved against the side of the cup.

A whistle blew and they came to a break and you looked up at Harry acting like his question hadn’t even made any sense as you scorned your features and nodded hastily.

Did football players go out drinking after a game?

“You see him?”

He pointed to one of them crossing the field with a water bottle. “Yeah?”

“Follows me on Instagram.”

Your brows nearly raised off your head. “Really?!”

“Swear to God.”

Your mouth hung open at the acknowledgment that a proper footballer, from your team, Harry’s team, followed him back. Saw his posts. Possibly liked them. “Wait, what one?”

“Him there,” he came to your level to point his arm in the direction of the player, “Number 19. Mr Mount.”

Now your mouth closed and your eyes seemed to bug. There was no way. Your arm clung to Harry’s. “Harry no he doesn’t.”

“Y/N, I swear to God!” His laugh rang out between you, pulling his hands from his coat pockets to hold up in a truthful manner. “I swear, I swear!”

Your eyes trailed back to the field were said person seemed to be sharing a moment with his teammates, sharing a laugh despite the circumstances. You looked between him and Harry three times. “Are you serious?!” You didn’t even take in Harry’s comment about how he played for England as well, too taken back back by the fact he followed your boyfriend. You didn’t know why it was such a big deal for you. He’d literally interviewed Ronaldo before. Maybe it was ‘cause following each other seemed like such a casual thing to do that you didn’t realise how known your boyfriend really was amongst other celebs. By other celebs. It was very strange.

But something also ridiculously sexy about it? I mean, he was so casual about the fact a Chelsea football player followed him back. What other famous people was he rubbing elbows with? Why was there something so BDE about it?

“Have more followers than him too—” he flexed his arms in a fake-stretch next to you and your fist barely touched his side as you rolled your eyes humorously at that.

“Alright, Big Dick,” you made him laugh loudly. But even still, that was shocking too.

OH-EM-GEE. Did that mean Mason Mount had seen photos of you on Harry’s instagram?! Suddenly you had the biggest ego inflammation in the stadium.

The game started up again and you went back into your daydream almost dumbfoundedly. It did get better as the night went on with your team able to bring themselves up to a draw. 3-3. The boys seemed in a bad mood about that but you thought it was better than losing overall.

You loved Harry. You were in love with Harry. You quite literally would have had his babies yesterday if you could. But the instant Mason Mount turned to acknowledge fans and looked up to your row, you had never flung Harry’s arm off your shoulder so fast in all your life.

He was there! Right there! Not even 20ft away! Looking up! Smiling at fans! And then at you! Doing — doing so much as a double take when you had the nerve to smile so brightly in his direction out of everyone else and give a wave like you knew each other! A small, shy wave. Like you actually knew him. Jesus! Who did you think you were?! You mad bastard. Stealing Mason Mount’s attention like that . . .

He had a right mind to take your drink from you, Harry thought to himself as he watched the interaction.

“Wh – wha — what was that look about? Making heart eyes at Mason Mount,” he half-joked, half expressed his inner emotions of inferiority as a usual stutter caught the best of him.

“Harry!” You exclaimed, offended by his accusation whilst standing amongst such crowds. “What ‘heart eyes?’” You almost rolled your eyes.

“You’re right. They were fuck me eyes—”

Your fist subtly punched his stomach you’d almost winded him in his tipsy state, cheeks slightly flushed at his loud voice exposing you and embarrassing you in front of those around. But your cheeks also hurt a little from the smile of clear amusement at his cheekiness and audacity.

But that was just Harry. And you laughed at everything he said and done. “You’re a fucking clown,” you tried not to laugh as you sipped the rest of your drink, eyes roaming back to the sweaty boys.

Faith moved next to you and you felt like you had someone to gush with, considering Ethan and Harry talked of the serious shit. Don’t you think this is their nicest kit they’ve had so far? Did you see that one blow a kiss to his daughter? NO, did you see him smile at me? The match had actually been entertaining, and not that you’d admit it to Harry — but the question of ‘when’s their next match?’ was on the tip of your tongue.

Harry began watching you more than the match as it went on. His eyes were back and fourth since the game started, in the beginning to see if you were actually enjoying it, but now, he was worried you were enjoying it a little too much. He also didn’t miss the way you’d searched up a couple names in your Instagram search bar, zooming in with Faith their holiday pics of them on boats in Ibiza, and then ultimately, giving them a follow.

Now, you didn’t want to be that girl. That person that thought they were that bitch. That they were the main character. And yes, although you were beginning to get that small buzz after the few pints occupying your hand, you knew you weren’t hallucinating or making shit up either. That boy was looking for you from the field whether you acknowledged it or not. He was trying to play is discreet but when he would look out to all the fans in the stadium, eyes seeming to linger for a few seconds longer as if to find the very face that’d charmed him when he crossed your section, just to see if he could find it again.

You were a sleaze. If wanting to receive a smile from a Premier League footballer meant you deserved to be slut-shamed, so be it. You didn’t care. You had to enjoy it somehow. You cradled your pint into your chest with a warm, dreamy smile aimed at the field, waiting for him to spot you again. I mean he probably wasn’t looking for you if at all but in your head at least, you wanted to give him just one more friendly smile to leave your mark. He just seemed so sweet. What a cutie.

“Have you got a football crush?”

“He actually is pretty cute, isn’t it?” You grinned at Faith.

“He is, actually. That hair.”

“So cute. I could bite him!” You sighed. “Look at them just running about in their little shorts and little knee-high socks.”

You were definitely drunk. You had to be. You and Faith both! You were making up your own narrative on this guy all because he’d smiled at you. Picturing a sweet disposition when really he was more than likely to have been an ignorant arsehole with multiple girlfriends and hella money to spend on them.

But how could he be?! “He actually is adorable.”

“I like the goalkeeper!”

Standing and chanting had quickly been enough for you and besides, the game was coming to an end so hopefully sitting down and taking a quick moment to look through instagrams didn’t seem so rude of you both. You doubted they would score in the remaining time anyway. Faith had taken your photo of you sitting in the stand with your final pint in your hand and that dopey drunk smile. And then you’d both pressed your heads together to look through the photos on your phone, loud laughter trying to be disguised by biting your tongues when you zoomed in on the most evidently annoyed pissed off look you had ever seen on your boyfriend accidentally photobombed behind your back. Faith had covered her mouth with her hand to hide her loud snickers as you made sure you could see the score clear as day to confirm that your team had won as someone in particular had scored in the remaining time and therefore, the boys’ sour moods couldn’t have made sense.

4-3? What was wrong then?

No, that irritable frown on Harry’s face was hilarious.

“Why you frownin’ for? Aren’t you happy your team won? Doesn’t that mean they’re getting to go through another thing – in their competition?”

You’d nipped his earlobe with your nail in the back of the taxi in an attempt to ease this sudden tension and feed into your playful mood, but he’d only pushed your hand away, not even looking up from his phone as a firm “don’t,” left his mouth.

“What?” You asked, pulling your own brows together. “What happened?” You’d gone on Twitter to check what people were saying about the score because you were beginning to think you’d read it the wrong way round.

You texted Faith.

‘I think Harry’s raging at me cuz i’m drunker than he is lolllzzzzz’.

You’d both jumped out of the taxi to grab a pizza and bring it home. Even with the streets of London being deadly empty at night, Harry had barely piped a word to you on your travels, engrossed in his phone or at least pretending to be. Football Twitter probably. He’d spoke in a chirpy mood with the guys working the pizza parlour, celebrating the score and doing that football banter or whatever. Then walking home, he’d began eating a slice down the road to your apartment, and when you’d made a playful comment about him not being able to wait, you caught the muffled ‘fuck off’ between his chewing. You didn’t take it to heart and instead let him gather whatever huffy emotions was going on, too upbeat with the drink in you.

You’d gone ahead and changed out of your clothes and already began taking your makeup off when you walked into the kitchen to find him still sitting at the counter with a huffy frown on his lips, eating his pizza (rather depressingly it was awful to say but you almost laughed). Rubbing a wipe to your face and sipping some water, you reached for one of the last few slices and earned yourself a silent but deadly look, you felt like you were back in secondary school, getting a look shot your way from the bitch-faced popular girl when you mentioned the same name as her boyfriend.

“What is your deal?” You laughed, pulling at the cheese with your teeth, your makeup wipe smearing the rest of your foundation and mascara across your face.

Harry could have given you the silent treatment for the rest of the night and tomorrow but the humour in your voice triggered him. So, he twirled around in his seat and looked at you slouched on the sofa. “You- you know what my deal is? I’ll tell you what my deal is, right?” He dusted his hands clean from pizza dough, looking adorable as ever in his fluster. “I think you’re better off waiting down at Stamford Bridge . . aaaannnddd getting your hole.”

The laugh that left your mouth spiked his blood, the way you threw your head back in your cackle, he felt hotter. He wasn’t trying to be funny, he was actually pretty angry. Upset, was the word.

“What?!” You laughed, squinting your eyes as you tried to make sense of his claims.

“By every player.” He finished, throwing his food down in the box.

“Harry, what are you on about?” You got up from the sofa to approach him in the kitchen, your arm coming to wrap around his neck in a cuddly manner, the alcohol buzz slowing down and leaving you wanting to do nothing but spoon in bed with your oh-so-funny boyfriend after a walk through freezing London. But his finger grabbed your finger and peeled it off his shoulder without missing a beat, swivelling in the seat to blank you a little.

You kicked the footrest of the chair to twist him back around. “What are you trying to say to me?”

“That was your own Red Light District.”

Your face twisted in confusion. Huh?

“You were 2 seconds away from swinging your bra at Mount.”

A scoff left your mouth and your hand roughly hit his shoulder as you finally learnt what had been bothering him. “Are you for real?!”

“WHAT?!”

“Are you serious right now?! That’s what annoyed you?! That’s what’s put you in a bad mood?!” You stood in front of him, looking down at him for once as he stayed seated in the stool.

He sarcastically nodded his head, looking elsewhere but your taunting face.

You stayed starring at him for a few seconds longer, debating if this is what actually had annoyed him; if he was being serious. There was no way. “Are you serious?”

“Yes! I am, Y/N! No, you’ve actually really annoyed me—”

“HOW?!” You shouldn’t have sounded so humoured.

He looked at you like you’d grown 3 heads. “You were literally looking your hole!—”

“STOP SAYING THAT!”

“YOU WERE?!”

“No I wasn’t?!” You said like it were obvious — which it was.

Yes, you had absolutely loved the sight of a couple hotties kicking the ball about a field for the last hour or two, the entertainment of the game in general - especially when those boys worked hard together as a team and won! And yeah, you joked with Faith throughout and got a little over excited at the thought of a Premier League footballer noticing you, but when it came down to it — you didn’t actually want anything from them. Obviously pure jokes. It was like developing a crush on somebody in a film! Come to think of it, you couldn’t imagine anything worse than having a face to face conversation with a footballer. Footballers were intimidating. Stereotyping was wrong but when it came to them, you couldn’t help it — they had this stigma.

Not that it mattered if they were a footballer or not. You were quite settled with the buffoon next to you, stuffing his face with pizza crust, as you had been the since your teen days.

You’d read more than enough about scandals and affairs growing up in your mum’s magazines to imprint them in your head. In this generation it may have been a little different, they much more media-trained and better managed, but even still, you could already picture the faces of some that were constantly tied in cheating scandals against their childhood sweetheart girlfriends thanks to the endless articles online. Partying in clubs, pictured with multiple girls abroad, flashing their (tacky) designer outfits. You shouldn’t stereotype but it was hard. I mean, they were basically asking for it if they had a picture posted on Instagram on vacation in a fucking Fendi two-piece or Off-White tagged shoes. But what did you expect? Most of them were young men just trying to live life and show off their wad of cash, toned bodies and fame. You couldn’t have high expectations.

Of course they weren’t all like that. But still, they got into all sorts and got away with a lot.

“Definitely were.”

“Since when?”

“Since you bloody—” Harry pushed his knees together in a shy manner and fake tucked hair behind his ear, “and your—” coddling his glass of lemonade, he mimicked you from earlier, blinking slowly as you imagined him to flutter your long, dark lashes. And then he stopped to look at you to see if you got what he was saying, before smiling mockingly with closed eyes and wiggling his fingers in a flirty wave.

You leaned your elbow on the counter and your face on your hand. “Are you done?”

He looked at you blankly, not appreciating your lack of understanding.

“Like it meant anything?! Do — do you honestly think like he’d even remember my face by the end of the night?” You deadpanned. As much as it’d be nice, you knew the difference between fantasy and reality.

And again — you had a fucking boyfriend.

“Yes. Yes I think he would.” He would.

“Harry.”

“And I seen your stalking on Instagram, so—” he waved a hand to brush you off, clearly seeing as you weren’t taking him and his feelings seriously. “Go on to bed. Get your stalking and liking of their shirtless holiday pics out your system. I seen the zoom in on the abs.”

“I was zooming in on the hickey on his chest!” You exclaimed, laughing at the very discussion you’d had with Faith. “And how his girlfriend wasn’t on that same holiday!” Listen, everybody knew a girl could work for the FBI if she wanted to with their stalking skills. What you’d learned on that stalk-sesh was confidential.

He didn’t answer, just raised his brows in a dismissive way before picking up his phone.

This time, you could actually see how hurt he’d actually been by the whole thing, maybe a shot of insecurity hitting him as he watched you stare so intently at all these insanely rich and fit lads passing the ball between the other. It had actually annoyed him more than you thought he’d been joking too, and it kind of annoyed you he thought that way. You didn’t want a footballer. You wanted Harry. You’d never want anybody else. He was your other half, you didn’t need to explain it. He was everything to you and everything you wanted, and as the years passed by, you grew to love each other more and more with the changes that happened along the way. You wouldn’t dream of changing anything about him.

Maybe his lack of self control with what he said at times, but even still, that was made you laugh the most at times.

“Harry, do you seriously think like I’d even have a shot with a footballer? Like they’d give me the time of day?” A smile fell on your lips as you brought your arms around his neck from behind, leaning into the warmth and coziness of his back. He was so warm and cuddly, you never lasted long giving the cold shoulder.

“I think so.” He said matter-of-factly.

You wanted to laugh at how he was convinced you would leave him for a footballer. “Well you thought wrong,” your cheek pressed to his back in response to his cockiness. “Like I would put up with that shit.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can barely hack you spending the night in another city for a video with the guys, you think I could hack being away from you for weeks on end in a different country? Unable to enjoy our date nights stuffing our faces with whatever food we want? Waking up to the sound of an alarm going off at what? Four in the morning for training?” You rambled off, taking all the things into consideration. “I can just about handle your bad mood when someone loses a game, I can’t even imagine the eggshells I’d be walking on.” You laughed, seeing how he seemed to grin at that. That was true. “And don’t get me started on the amount of bloody laundry on sportswear, or abuse from fans, feeling the need to keep fit or those dreaded Lad’s Holidays.” Nothing was sadder to you then a girl staying with your childhood, sweetheart boyfriend (who was obviously cheating on her) and staying with him because, whether they admitted it or not, they’d be unable to give up the spoiled, lavish lifestyle he gave her.

With an arm around the back of his head and the other scraping back his head of hair, his arm curved around your hips as you sat on the edge of his knee, a much more content look taking upon his gestures as he found your words soothing and quite convincing. You loved that face more than anything. “I don’t even like football that much, I went ‘cause it was still time spent with you and something I got to see you enjoy. Plus, I think I was well tipsy before I even started to notice what they all looked like.”

You both laughed at that, swaying on the spinny chair in the kitchen. “I don’t want a footballer.”

“And their 6-figure weekly cheques?”

You looked at him as he thought he’d got you. “No. Not even their 6-figures.”

You couldn’t imagine anything worse. Harry earned an unbelievable amount as it was known, and it stressed you out to the max when it came to getting presents for each other — he could afford anything he wanted — footballers were a fucking nightmare in your eyes for that reason.

What the hell did you get them at Christmas?!

“It was nice to possibly be acknowledged by one,” you still didn’t know if you were drunk and dreamt that up, “nice change from girls gawking at you,” you jabbed a finger in his chest.

“So shall I not bring you to the next one?”

“Hm, well it depends. Will Mount be playing?”

“Oh fuck off.”

You laughed out loud and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck after he pushed you away, placing a long kiss to his cheek. “I’m joking. He’s not my favourite.”

“Who’s your favourite?” He looked up intriguingly.

“Hmm . . Haroldinho? Number 77? It’s the only football top I have.”

Harry seemed to really smile at that, a lopsided grin taking his face.

Okay, that was smush but he took it.

“He a good player?”

“Not as good as Miniminter but yeah, he’s pretty good. Doesn’t score much but decent at assists.” You shrugged casually.

“Oh, so you know what an assist is?”

“Course! My boyfriend’s a pro at them!”

Harry smiled and tilted his head back to press a sweet kiss to your lips, arm wrapped securely around you. “Better than Number 19?”

You mumbled against this lips, “sure.”

You could feel him smile at that.

“Thanks for thinking i’m better than your football boyfriend.”

“Thanks for thinking I’m worthy of being bagged by a professional footballer.”

You both laughed into each other.

“I do think Mason Mount will go to bed thinking of you. I seen him do that double-take.”

“Don’t get my hopes up,” you pointed a finger at him, giving a smile. “He was probably looking at you.” After all, he followed him.

“I doubt it.”

“I don’t.” You shrugged, watching him eat the last slice of pizza. You peeled yourself from him and grabbed your phone and a drink to take to bed where you hoped he would meet you quickly after his snack. “Probably was, you know.”

“Debatable. I’m not that good-looking.”

“You’re a twat. I’m going to bed.”

“I’ll be in in a sec,” he called, heading to the bathroom, “don’t go dreaming about him now whilst I’m not there!” He waved a warning finger behind him.

You laughed at that, kneeling onto your bed with your phone in your hand, your heart warm as you checked socials one last time, taken back to see the news of a new follower that might ruin the good mood: Number 19 proving you wrong for a second time tonight upping your follower count. Perhaps shooting another shot tonight?

Either way, jokes or not, he wasn’t scoring this time, and you locked your phone and waited comfortably for Haroldinho ‘77 to get back, and most likely watch the highlights of the same game he’d just attended. You were glad to have went in the end, hoping you’d been good enough company to make him consider bringing you again, because after all, you had enjoyed yourself and would like to see another game. You hoped he thought so too, satisfied with the double date, unknowing he was texting Behzinga about tonight’s outing and how he thought it went.



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Pt 2 Of Are You Gonna Cry?

Fluff +angst at first

930 words

Based off of  pebble brain by love joy

Ive had most of this written when i posted the first part but thanks to christmas brake i got mottivation to finnally finnish it 

Enjoy :DDD CHAPTER 2

Later that afternoon Y/N and the guys went down to Nick's apartment, it was actually quite a nice place, it had a pretty good view, it was close to everything, and for a london apartment it was for the most part cheep, of course he might not be able to afford it now that Y/N is not paying most of the rent. She walked up to the door and knocked. “Well isn't it the queen and her entourage” Nick pouted, Y/N, and maybe even a few of the guys could tell he’d been crying. They’d almost feel bad if they didn't know what he put Y/Nthrough for the past three years. “ Can you please just give us her stuff so we can leave'' Simon piped up “ I'M NOT GIVING HER SHIT TILL SHE LETS ME TALK TO HER'' There were many objections from the guys but all Y/N said was a small, but strong “ alright” “ I already gathered her things in boxes  by the way” Nick replied scarily calm”you lot can just grab em’ while we talk'' the two walked down the small hallway as the guys gathered boxes from around the flat. “ ya know I can't really blame you for falling for Harry'' Nick chuckled off puttingly “ but I miss when it was us kissing in the back seat of MY car” Y/Ns stomach dropped, she quickly tried to get away, but was slammed back against the wall by Nick. The sound alerted JJ, who wasn't really helping the guys, and quickly ran over punching Nick in the nose, most likely breaking it. Harry also ran over trying to comfort Y/N. “ I can smell her FUCKING perfume on you, you fucking bastard, did you do more then kiss her in youre car” Nick said, blood gushing out of his nose. No one said anything, afew of the guys helped Nick onto his couch and made sure he stayed there, Y/N and Harry did a final sweep of the flat, finding a few pairs of underwear and shirts left in the dresser, whether he left those on purpose or not it still freaked both of them out. They walk out of the bedroom listening to a conversation between the guys. “ Nick really, how can you look at yourself and not want to hit yourself like c'mon man” JJ said practically laughing “ you can't blame me really” “ yeah you kinda put this on yourself dickwad” Ethan said, the rest of the boys erupting in laughter. Y/N looked at the guys and they got the message all grabbed something and began walking out, Harry being the last one in line flipped Nick off before hastily closing the door. “Just put them in the car, me and Harry can take it all into his flat ourselves.” Y/N said. “OoO living at Harry's,” Simon mocked. Y/N shoulder checked him, almost knocking boxes out of both their arms, “Hey now!” he replied in a joking manner.

As Y/N and Harry were carrying boxes into the flat, Harry asked “ Hey would you maybe want to be part of the next sidemen shoot?” “Yeah of course” Y/N replied swiftly “YES” Harry looked so excited Y/N couldn't help but smile at the goofy man. “Bog?” “yeah” “I love you” “I love you too Y/N'' the pair touched their foreheads together smiling, suddenly Harry pulled Y/Nin for a kiss. It was a very beautiful moment until, “well well well what do we have here”, “FREEZY KNOCK NEXT TIME!” Harry snapped “ WHAT DO YOU MEAN KNOCK THIS IS THE FUCkING KITCHEN BOG” Cal snapped back “and i would really like a snack so if you two could take this to your room that would be great” Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed Y/Ns hand and scampered up the stairs to his room. Almost immediately they began making out; they stumbled over Y/Ns unpacked boxes trying to reach the bed. They made out for a few more minutes before deciding they were done for now. “ let's unpack your stuff now that you're home” harrold said “ I think that's just a wonderful idea bog” Y/N replied they beagan unpacking boxes harry occasionally making fun of Y/N shirts and or stuffed animals “ Y/NN you are just so cute” Harry said adorably “ well obviously” Y/N smugly replied Harry ran over and picked her up from behind her legs flailing “HARROLD LET ME DOWN” She said giggling “ NOT TILL YOU STOP BEING ARROGANT PRINCESS” Harry said trying not to laugh (and ultimately failing) He then proceed to carry her over to his bed and threw her onto it. Then jumping in himself. They were both laughing messes. Harry opened his phone to check the time. “ holy shit!” “ what” Y/N responded at the end of her giggles “its fuckin 2 am” “ HAVE WE REALLY BEEN AT THIS FOR THAT LONG” Y/N replied absolutely amazed.

 “ I guess we should be getting to bed then, '' Harry said looking lovingly at Y/N. “ I guess we should,” Y/N replied, smiling giddily at him. Harry turned off the lights and they both snuggled into bed together. Y/N fell asleep first of course, hugging Harry as if she was going to lose him. Harry never wanted this moment to end, he was in pure bliss. He loves soft breaths on his chest, the feeling she gives him. At that moment it was solidified that he would do absolutely anything for her. With this thought he slowly drifted to sleep, ready for whatever life had to throw at him, knowing that she’d be right there by his side.

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Are you Gonna Cry?

W2S X Reader

Based off are you gonna cry? By love joy

Fluff - 988 words

      Of course the first party after lock down was thrown by the sidemen, everyone was gonna be there. The last few weeks Y/N and her boyfriend Nick had been arguing, it took a lot of convincing from her for them to come. After about an hour Y/N was talking with Talia, Freya, and Harry. Over the last few weeks Harry was actually there for her alot, after a really intense argument she knew she could go to Harrys and vent for as long as she needed. He’d make her hot cocoa and tea, and order any takeaway she wanted at the moment. 

   Suddenly they saw Nick storming towards them. She could tell that he had been drinking, before she could say anything he slapped Y/N across the face, “WHORE” he screamed. In the same moment Josh, Ethan and JJ jumped up from the table they were sitting at a few meters away, restraining Nick as well as making a wall between him and the girls. Y/N was still in shock that this is even happening, Talia however was not having it so she sprung up and said, “ WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK NICK”. “ This isn't about you princess” he said smugly “ If that slut could keep her hands off that motherfucker for five god damn minutes' ' Nick clumsily points at Harry.

    “Well maybe if you wernt an abusive acholoholic fucker she wouldn't have to come over so much, besides we’ve never done anything mate” “ oh really” he mocked “is that why she talks about you in her sleep”. At that moment Harry and Y/N’s faces whent bright pink, it was true they never did anything, but over the weeks they both started developing small feelings for eachother. “You need to calm down lad” a few of the boys said as JJ and Ethan escorted him out. Before sutting the door JJ said “ How the actual fuck did she end up with you?” For about 30 minutes Nick was texting and calling Y/N trying to make her come home with her, before a few guys had to go out and tell him to fuck off. “ Just turn off your phone, '' both Talia and Freya suggested, to which she almost immediately did.  

  Even though the club was dark Harry could still see faint tears going down Y/N's face. “ Hey let's go in the back so you can calm down, there's too much going on out here” Y/N simply nodded her head and followed him to a small room behind the main bar that only contained a few couches, a mini bar and a tv. They sat down on one of the couches and she almost immediately started sobbing, she hugged Harry as tight as possible, He was shocked by the hug at first but quickly sank into it hugging her back just as tight. “ I FUCKING hate him Bog” she said through tears, “I know Y/N” he reassured you ”youre ok now, I’ve got you”. “ Why don't I just break up with him, why do I put up with this” She sniffed. “ you’ve been together years, its hard when you've known them that long, you stay hoping they’ll change, but they never do” Harry said softly. “Hey Bog” “yeah” “ Can I stay at yours for a few days” “Of course”. They sat like this until about 20 minutes after Y/N stopped crying. They walked out without saying bye to anyone, just getting in Harry's car and driving away. Neither of them were quite ready to go back to Harry's flat. They went to a nearby park and put down the seats in the back of his car so they could both comfortably sit back there. Y/N Continued ranting about how horrible Nick is, “ OMG, that's why he was refusing to come '' she said as if she had just found the cure for cancer, she then explained to Harry how he was being difficult before they showed up. “ Im so fucking sorry, I dont know how you listen to me rant about dickhead so much” Y/N said shyly. “ well it's you, I could listen to you talk for hours'' Harry replied, his face turning red when he realized what he said.''Boggo?” “yeah” “can I kiss yo-”. Before Y/N could even finish her sentence their lips smashed together, They broke apart and pressed their foreheads together. “Let's go back to my place, yeah.” Harry said smiling and so they were off. Cal still isn't back, and they couldn't be bothered to watch a movie or something, so they just went to bed. “ I love you Y/N” “ I love you too bog

 They both woke up to a loud banging at the door, and they both knew exactly who it was. “ Can you talk to him?'' Y/N said shyly “I'm not quite ready to face him” “ Of course, love” Harry replied leaving the room slightly blushing. “ The fuck do you want mate” Harry said opening the door blocking the entrance incase Nick tried to barge in.” where’s Y/N, I know that cunt is here” “ Fuck off man, she doesnt want to see you, and besides shes coming to yours to get her stuff” “ WHAT THE HELL” Nick screamed punching the wall next to the door. “ And dont think youre gonna try any funny business, all the guys are coming with her” “ Fuck, I hit her one time and suddenly she needs 10 fucking bodyguards?!” Nick replied quickly, his temper increasing by the second. “ Please, man me and you both know it was way more than once, you gotta give it up, she’s finally running away from you mate .” Harry Snapped back, Nick's eyes grew wide, suddenly he stomped off down the hall to the elevator, not before Harry could hear him yell and hit the wall just a few more times.

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Bliss

Technoblade x Reader

Fluff 

Techno was sitting at his pc overthrowing a government again, or playing on hypixel, Or doing a combo of both, which he has been known to do in the past. Meanwhile listening to the sound of clicking from the keyboard and mumbles coming from techno, Y/N was laying on his bed just a few feet away. She was still in her clothes from that day, too exhausted to change when she got home. Y/N very suddenly sprang up going to the drawer  of Technos dresser where she kept her clothes for when she would stay over. The movement caught the man's attention, taking it away from the game he was in.” Hey princess”, Tech said softly,“ are you stayin’ or do you want me to drive you home” “ I'm gonna stay, i was just about to go and change into my pajamas”, Y/N cood.  He tried not to show it but the news Brought him an immense amount of joy. Despite his efforts Y/N noticed the gleam in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth made a faint smile. 

    “you know you don't have to leave the room to change '' the brunette reminded you in a soothing tone. “ Yeah I know” she assured him, “ I was thinking about taking a shower”. Oh ok, Have fun, technoblade smiled and went back to his game, looking a bit disappointed when he saw that he unsurprisingly died a while ago.

     Y/N continued and picked out a pair of shorts and one of technos shirts. She proceeded out of the bedroom down the hall and into the bathroom. She shut the door and began walking over to the shower to turn it on, she was very happy that techno let her keep so much of her stuff at his house, he even would go and buy more shampoo if he noticed it was almost out. While the shower was warming up Y/N began removing her clothes and putting them in the hamper in the corner of the bathroom, she got in the shower and started spacing off while she applied shampoo to her hair. The creek of the bathroom door broke her gaze as she hurd a shy techno ask “H-hey, can i join” You were silent for a second due to your shock “You don't have to say yes its ok, i can go back to my game” he said sounding slightly disappointed. “ No, of course you can join techy, you taked sweetly, I was just surprised you wanted to is all”. Before you could even finish the second part of your sentence he had already striped and joined you and started hugging you from behind. Since he was a little over 8 inches taller than you he could rest his head perfectly on top of your head. Techno continued on to finish washing your hair. When you two finished your shower you both got changed. And in a quick swoop he lifted you up.” Techyyyyy” you dragged on your words. Y/Nyyyy he mimicked back to you. “ I can walk you know”. “I know you can, but don't pretend you don’t enjoy this princess, '' Techo replied warmly. His words made you turn bright pink, feeling the warmth radiating off of your face. The man opened the door and proceeded to place you on his bed, crawling in beside you. You roll over and wrap yourself around him, he kisses your forehead and continues on to tell you how much he loves you and how pretty he thinks you are.with his chin on top of your head and your arms wrapped around his torso, you both slowly drifted to sleep, blissfully in love.

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Clingy || Wilbur Soot

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Y/N had been lounging around the flat all day as her boyfriend filmed videos with his fellow Minecraft friends. Wilbur had currently been recording with Tommy and Quackity, another one of their wild Minecraft mod videos. She knew her love was busy and had his responsibilities with his own videos alongside the ones made with his friends, but she had been scrolling through Twitter and saw that he had just gotten verified. There was no way he knew about the news as he had been busy all day doing his job.

A smile grew on her face as she rushed to his bedroom door to share the great news, however she paused as she heard the nature of his current discussion with his friends.

“- but she’s been good. We’ve been really good,” Y/N smiled at his words, seemingly knowing it was about her. That smile quickly disappeared at the words her boyfriend was about to spew. “Just, she’s been kind of needy and clingy or something,” Wilbur shook his head not fully understanding his own words, looking at the wall behind his monitor too lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t quite understand his own thoughts half of the time, especially today as all he has done was played Minecraft. Slowly, the hate he has been receiving has been catching up to him, forcing him into this pit he’d never thought he’d be in which added to the stress that fueled his words. “Like she thinks she always has to be with me. Right now even, she’s at the flat.” Wilbur ran his fingers through his messy brown hair as he proceeded to explain his relationship. “I love her, I do, but I can’t even be with her right now so I don’t understand why she has to be here,” he confessed, mind clouded with tiredness masked by the wine he downed in an attempt to calm his nerves.

Y/N furrowed her brows leaning forward to listen further. “Well, she loves you, so what do you expect her to do? Not want to be with you?” She heard an American accent, likely belonging to Quackity.

“I-I don’t know. It’s just- I’m not used to this. It’s been a while since I’ve seriously been with a girl like this before. I just need space, but she wants to be around me constantly. It’s annoying.” The anger, the annoyance, and the frustration were all evident in his voice, making Y/N second guess a lot of her choices the past few days. She looked down at her hands, the mustard sleeves reaching past her palms belonging to the man behind the door she leaned on.

She closed her eyes in an attempt to push back her tears before she walked away, not being able to listen to him any further. Her eyes began to water more and more as bothering him was the very last thing she had ever wished to do. She sat on the couch before pulling the jumper off of her body, folding it neatly in her hands before pulling on her shoes.

Fanning her face quickly to reduce any possible puffiness or redness, Y/N timidly knocked on the door to Wilbur’s room. “Hold on guys,” he spoke to his friends, muting himself on discord. “Yeah?” She heard his deep voice call from the other side, taking it as her cue to push the door open. His hair fluffed about as he turned to face her. “Hey what’s up?” He asked with a soft smile.

“I uh think I’m gonna head home, got an early shift tomorrow and all,” she spoke softly while avoiding his gaze. Y/N wasn’t one to lie so she felt guilty for doing so but she didn’t know what else to do.

He furrowed his brows, confused at her words. She almost always stays the night, especially when she works early because he lives closer to her job.

“You sure? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y-You always do,” he muttered with slight concern in his words as he took his headset off.

She shook her head lightly, “nah it’s alright. Gotta water the plants,“ Y/N fiddled with the door handle as her other hand traced the sweater, knowing full well she doesn’t have any plants.

“Alright, I’ll walk you out,” he stood up, adjusting the chair in order to do so. Y/N reached out to him, his jumper resting in her hand, “where’d you like me to put this?”

He stood up, increasingly getting confused at her actions because he knew that she loved wearing his clothes and stealing them any chance she got. “I-I’ll um, just toss it on the bed,” he pointed to the made bed, slipping on his shoes to walk her out.

She felt his form loom over her as he walked with her out of the flat and to her car. They walked in silence, uncharacteristically. Wilburs’s hands were stuffed in the pockets of his pants lost in his thoughts as he heard her car alarm He walked to the driver’s side, lost in his thoughts while he opened the door for her.

She approached the door, getting ready to sit in the driver’s seat before turning to Wilbur to bid goodbye. He leaned down to kiss her, standard for all of their farewells, but she turned her head at the last second, his lips crashing onto her cheek. His heart dropped at the odd situation he was placed in, wondering why this was happening.

“I-I’ll see you later,” she smiled softly before sitting down and preparing to drive.

He could let her go like this. He had to know if things were good, okay even. Before he shut the door, he leaned down a bit to get closer to her. “Is everything okay? You seem a bit off, darling.”

“Y-yeah I’m just really tired,” she chuckled humorlessly, placing a hand on her forehead. “Sorry, it’s just been a weird day.”

“If you’re that tired you could stay here,” his voice practically pleaded, assuring her once more that she always had a place there.

“I-I’ll be fine, I promise.” Her words were soft along with her eyes, but she just wanted to give him what he desired; space.

“You sure?” He asked once more, extremely concerned, but what answer was he really expecting? Y/N nodded her head, “positive.”

“Alright, text me when you get home,” he leaned back, preparing to shut the door for her. She nodded her head, pushing her keys into the ignition. “I love you,” he spoke sincerely, bending down so that she’d be able to see him better once more. There was an emotion in YN’s eyes that he couldn’t recognize, but the smile on her face was sad. “I-you too, I’ll see you later,” she fiddled with her keys before meeting his gaze.

His heart shattered at the words. You too? What the hell is that suppose to mean?

He gave a tight smile before shutting the door for her. You too, the words echoed in his mind as he began walking back to the front door, pausing his steps on the pavement to watch her pull out of the driveway. He sighed before turning back to his path home. Upon returning, the place felt dimmer without her presence and he quickly took note of that.

Letting out a huge sigh, he plopped down at his desk, unmuting himself on Discord. “Sorry bout that, I’m back. J-Just walking Y/N out,” he spoke, taking the only opportunity his friends quieted down to speak.

“Wilbur!” Tommy yelled as the rest of the VC, which now had Niki, Jack and Fundy, errupted in chaos. “W-What? What the fuck happened?”

“Dude you got verified on Twitter,” Quackity shouted. His eyes went wide, opening the light blue app to see if it was true. Sure enough, a small check mark emphasized his name. He beamed at the sight of it, rushing to make a tweet about how grateful he was.

He went back to his feed, noticing that Y/N had made a tweet about ten or so minutes prior.

y/n✨| @yourusername

so proud of my favorite boy getting verified <3 love you @WilburSoot !!

His heart clenched at the tweet, being drawn back to the events that occurred moments beforehand. He liked and retweeted it, watching his fans swoon at the couple’s interaction without knowing what was happening behind closed doors, before getting back to his friends being completely distracted by thoughts on the girl he loves.

~~~

Y/N never texted him to tell him that she was home. She woke up late that morning seeing a few texts from him about twitter, how his stream went and so on.

As she looked at the time on her phone, realizing the lie she told him about working early and chose not to answer quite yet.

She spent the rest of her day around the house, cleaning, cooking or watching TV. She wasn’t in any mood to go on social media, not wanting to interact with Wilbur quite yet. Y/N sighed thinking about yesterday, thinking that it would be a better idea to just give him some space.

And so she did, for several days before Wilbur’s worry consumed him.

He sat on Discord with his friends, days after his last interaction with his girlfriend. “It’s just weird because she’s never like this. She always calls or texts me whenever she gets the chance regardless of whether or not I ask,” he expressed to his friends as they were fucking around on their own Minecraft world. He wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing in the game, just aimlessly pressing buttons and moving his mouse as he thought of Y/N.

Tommy chuckled shortly, “now look whos being needy.”

“Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur explained, running a hand across his chin, fingertips gracing his incredibly overgrown stubble. “Look I’m just saying,” the blond furthered, “there’s no need for you to say she’s clingy or whatever when your freaking out over a text! Like you saw her less than what, two, three ago?”

Wilbur shook his head, fuming now, “Oh my god, shut the fuck up Tommy! How would you, a literal child, know anything about what’s going on? You’ve barely hit puberty!” His outburst caused his friends to quiet down, them not being used to anger being directed in such a way.

“Wilbur,” Tommy started once again, becoming more serious, “I know you. You worrying over a few short days almost disproves everything you said the other day. I think you don’t know how to handle affection well, not that she’s clingy or whatever.” Hearing Tommy acting serious and not childish for this one second made something snap within Wilbur, knowing that the child was right.

He sighed, “I-I’m sorry for snapping at you. Everything is happening at once in my life right now and Y/N not talking to me has me worried. This isn’t what’s normal between us. It’s strange.”

“But isn’t this what you wanted? She isn’t being as ‘needy’ now. You got your wish, didn’t you?” George chimed in, hoping to help even though his own experiences with relationships hasn’t always been the best.

“Yeah, and I fucking hate it, I don’t know why I even said that. I don’t mean it. I love when she’s around, I hate when she isn’t,” Wilbur went on, his thoughts focusing on the good memories he has with his girlfriend.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Dream spoke ominously, feeling as if now was the most appropriate time to speak.

“I-I’m gonna call her,” the distressed twenty year old expressed, whipping out his phone to go to her number. As the phone rang, he became more and more nervous.

“What if she got in an accident? Or someone kidnapped her or something?”He rushed before him and his friends heard “please leave a message for 3-“

“Wilbur, she’s probably fine. She probably had a long day at work or something,” Niki spoke, hoping to add a small but of optimism to the situation.

“Yeah but she would’ve told me that. She would’ve called me to rant about her day, and tell me how much she wanted to see me, but she didn’t.” He leaned back in his chair, getting more and more stressed out over this.

“I-I think I’m gonna head to her flat.”

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The drive was long as his anxiety slowly but surely began to increase with every green light. He pulled into her complex, parking and building up the courage to confront her.

“It’ll be fine. Things are fine,” he muttered to himself as he walked up the steps to the familiar doormat.

He knocked on the door, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. After a minute, there was no response so he knocked again with more ergency.

“Just a minute,” he heard her soft voice yell out, flooding him with relief. The voice wasn’t as warm as it typically was, only increasing his nervousness.

Before he knew it, Y/N opened the door, eyes meeting his chest before trickling to his eyes. “Wilbur? What are you doing here?”

He froze, shocked at the situation that he forced upon himself without realizing it. “I-You weren’t answering any calls or texts. I was worried,” he mumbled, immediately taking note of her puffy eyes.

“Have you been crying?” He stepped closer to her with concern lacing his voice. He reached out to hold her waist, caress her cheek, anything, but she stepped away slighted. Y/N blinked, “y-yeah, it’s just allergies.”

“You don’t have allergies like that Y/N. May I please come in?” Wilbur knew her better than that, probably even better than she knew herself. She nodded shortly opening the door wider for him to enter, looking down at her sock clad feet.

He entered the tiny flat, taking not that the once welcoming space has become littered with turmoil. The tissues by the sofa didn’t go unnoticed and neither did the pile of dishes in the sink. “What’s been going on? These past few days you’ve been acting strange,” he asked sincerely.

Y/N looked around, finding something and pretending to be busy with it. “I’ve just been busy,” she mumbled looking over the pile of mail she refused to actually look through. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, would you like some tea?” She asked, realizing her manners.

“Y/N,” he spoke defeated, “come on talk to me, please.” He practically begged as he followed her steps into the kitchen to start the kettle, even though he didn’t give her an answer.

“Everything’s fine, Wilbur,” she replied absentmindedly as she searched for her various teas. “We got chai tea, black tea, Engli-“

“Y/N, I dont fucking want tea right now I want you to talk to me,” he shouted, approaching her in the kitchen and forcing her to face him by pulling her waist gently. She gasped at the loudness of his words, not used to him yelling at her.

“Wilbur,” Y/N whispered, her hands on his chest as he looked down into her eyes. Desperation was clear in his before being mimicked in his words, “this is the longest you’ve gone without calling me Wil. Come on Y/N, please.” His voice cracked towards the end, the shakiness not leaving.

She closed her eyes tightly before she pulled herself out of his arms, turning to grab two mugs out of the cupboard, “you’re getting chai tea.”

“Love, I just want us to be okay,” he spoke passionately, pleading for things to be right.

“We are okay Wilbu- Wil,” she corrected, more so forcing the nickname to combat his complaint. As she prepared each cup, putting Wilbur’s desired amount of sugar into his cup and respectively her own.

He shook his head, not believing her words as his own eyes began to turn red, “there’s something wrong and I can tell. Please just-please Y/N.” His voice was completely broken and she knew she had to express her concerns. She paused her motions, staring at the jar of sugar she just placed onto the counter.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you,” she muttered softly, examining the mugs before her.

The man sniffed, confusion growing within him. “W-What do you mean? You could never bother me Y/N,” his voice soft, approaching her once again.

She shook her head, moving to put sugar in each cup, forgetting that she already did so, “but that’s not true. We both know that.” The water remained on the stove while copious amount of sugar occupied each cup. Wilbur gently grabbed the hand holding the spoon that shoveled the sugar into the mugs, making her stop her own actions.

“Yes it is, love.” Wilbur whispered softly as she put the spoon into the jar, coming back to reality. Y/N let out a shaky breath, facing the counter while Wilbur occupied her side, facing her.

“So why’d you tell all of your friends that I’ve been clingy and needy and overbearing and everything under the sun?” She whispered as her voice wobbled, indicating that tears would soon come falling down.

Wilbur furrowed his brows, confused at the words she expressed. He scavenged his mind, not understanding what she was stating. “What are yo-“ he cut himself off, taking his hand from hers as he remembered that conversation.

Guilt washed over his soul as he realized the greater impact of his words. She thought she had to change....for those idiotic meaningless words expressed in a fit of stress and exhaustion. He shook his head lightly, refusing to look at her, refusing to look at the damage he’s caused.

“I didn’t mean it Y/N. I just-there was a lot on my plate and I just had to complain about something. A-And you were there to complain about.” He spoke honestly, knowing that it doesn’t excuse his behavior. The sound of the kettle went off, the whistle tones attacking his ears while Y/N ignored it to focus on the conversation at hand.

“I just didn’t want to be a burden,” she muttered with a wobbling bounce that made the tall idiotic man pull her into his arms.

“No,no,no don’t ever ever think that again. You are not a burden. You never were Y/N. This is on me, I shouldn’t have said what I had said,” he muttered into her hair, repeating apologies like a mantra while kissing her hairline.

She let go, allowing her pent up feelings from the past few day flow out through tears while in the comfort of his arms, “my biggest fear is bothering people. I-I didn’t want to upset you.”

“You didn’t,” he pulled away to hold her tear stained cheeks in his hands, regret prominent in his gaze, “you have been nothing but patient with me these past few months and that is something I don’t even have the words to express, love.”

“You, Y/N L/N, are not a burden, not now, not ever,” he whispered lovingly. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’m sorry I even said it. I didn’t mean it, but fuck I shouldn’t have. Look at what I’ve done to you,” his voice wavered as he pulled away to assess the damage. “Fuck,” he shook his head as a sob escaped his lips before he could pull her into his arms again.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, holding her tight while the whistle pierced his ears. She leaned back slightly, pressing her forehead against his while closing her eyes, “I know, I know. It’s okay. I know you. I know you wouldn’t mean it.”

“I love you,” he whispered, holding her head in one of his hands. “I love you too, Wil,” she whispered back, pulling his lips onto hers, sealing their words with this actions.

As much as he loved the feeling of her soft lips on his once again, he pulled away. “Okay, okay, as much as I don’t want this to stop, that damn kettle is driving me mad,” he expressed, making Y/N chuckle before kissing him on the cheek and going to turn off the stove.

He watched fondly as she was about to pour the water into the mugs, stoping to see the plethora of sugar in each. “Oh shit,” she paused, laughing at the mess she had made. Wilbur snapped out of his gaze, examining the scene that caused her words.

He shook his head lightly, grabbing the kettle from her hands before placing it back onto the stovetop. “You,” he turned to face her, poking her cheek, “go to bed, get all comfy and put on a film. I will finish the tea and bring it to you.” His eyes got soft towards the end of his statement as he went to assess the mug situation.

“Then,” he spoke gently, grabbing her waist once again, littering her face with kisses that trailed down her neck, “I’ll spend the whole day making it up to you.”

Y/N laughed, running her fingers through his soft hair, “can’t wait.” His lips stayed pressed onto her neck, before they made their way back to her own.

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NIGHTS

Technoblade x Reader

Description:You and Wilbur have been bestfriends since childhood. His twin, Technoblade, has intrigued you. One night, he finds you alone in the kitchen and takes his chance.

WARNINGS: 18+, NSFW, smut, oral sex, rough sex, degrading, sir kink, unwrapped, choking, penetration

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