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time of the month

arthur frederick x fem reader <3

summary: after some late night filming during your time of the month, arthur makes his way back to you.

wc: 700

a/n: started writing this while i was experiencing the Horrors of menstruation <3

arthur pads down the dimly lit hallway, just having finished up filming a horror game play through. it was late, later than he had anticipated but the game had crashed halfway through, losing all his progress so he had to start from the very beginning. he had left you curled up on the couch with a blanket when he went to his filming room earlier in the evening. when he peeks his head back into the living room though, you’re nowhere to be found. he felt a pang of guilt knowing that you had to put yourself to bed in your state just so he could continue playing some stupid game.

when he reached the end of the hallway and slowly opened up the bedroom door as to not wake you he was met with your form tangled in the duvet. you tossed and turned, always trying to find a comfortable spot that would alleviate your cramps and back pain. 

once he stripes himself of his jumper and sweatpants and makes his way over to his side of the bed, he notices something. he grabs the heating pad from the bed before it burns your skin or catches the bed on fire, neither one being a favorable option, he thought. the little snores that had been emanating from where you had your head burrowed in the pillows stop as he’s wrapping up the cord, placing the heating pad back into your bedside table. you groan, shifting around in the sheets, trying to get comfortable again.

he leans down to press a kiss to your mess of hair, “can’t fall asleep with that thing on, sweetheart, you’ll burn the whole flat down,” he can’t help but smile at your annoyed grumble, if it was any other time he would have continued to press your buttons, but he knows just how much discomfort you have to be in right now. you tried to put on a brave face during your time of the month, doing your best to go about your day because you’re a woman with shit to do. 

but, arthur knew that nights were the worst for you during this time. by the time you would crawl into bed with arthur your lower back would be screaming at you, the pain hot and searing, and you could feel your insides sloughing away. the first time arthur had pulled you into his arms in the darkness of your bedroom, you had melted, pitiful little sniffles filling the room as his fingers mapped all your aches and soothed them away.

that’s what became your routine. arthur would try not to be too pushy during the day, only asking if you needed anything for your pain once, knowing you were already on top of it. he knew not to be too touchy in the first few days, your aches and irritation would make you cagey and snappy. he knew it wasn’t really you, but even though he’d never admit, your dismissal of him did sting a bit. but that’s what made making it to the end of the day so worth it. because you were always in bed, waiting for him, trusting him with your pain and vulnerability, something that he cherished.

“come here,” he murmurs as the bed dips underneath him. your movements are jerky and you whine before molding your body to his, your head pillowed on his lean chest as his hands cradle your hips. he starts slow, hands running up and down your back, pushing your shirt up,  warming his palms against your heated skin. after being together for so long he knows where all your most tender stops are, he knows where to use a lighter touch and where he needs to dig his knuckles in. “sorry filming ran so late,” his voice was soft in the stillness of the room. 

“left me waiting, i had to use the stupid heating pad. doesn’t help like you do.” you mutter into his shirt, rubbing your cheek against the softness of the fabric like a cat, groaning at the delicious pressure of his fingers against your sore muscles. he smiles to himself at your compliment, soft and small in the darkness of the room, as he listens to your breath finally even out. 

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𝑀𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑; 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒 𝜗ৎ

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: trying out a viral Tik Tok trend with George, by introducing him as your ‘current boyfriend’.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: none that i’m aware of except it being veryyy short.

𝒜/𝒩 : idk how to feel about this one🤷‍♀️

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: George Clarke x gf!reader

Setting up the phone to record the Tik Tok, you shift to sit closer to George so you’re both visible in the frame.

But of course he makes has to utter a playful remark.

“You just want to be that close to me huh?” He chuckled, his blue eyes flickering with amusement.

“If anyone wants to be close to anyone it’s you, mister i-need-to-hug-my-girlfriend-every-passing-second-or-I’ll-die.” You said firmly, looking at him with a grin, knowing that he’s the clingiest man alive.

“Can’t argue with that.” He muttered, agreeing with your words.

“Okay, you ready?” You asked him, patting your hair down to look flatter, as if it wasn’t already pin straight.

He teasingly rolled his eyes at your actions.

“I saw that.” You murmured under your breath, briefly glancing up at him.

He laughed lightly, before setting his lips into a thin line and drawing his attention to the phone infront of him.

“Hi guys!” You began excitedly, expression cheery.

“Today i’m here with my current boyfriend, and we’re going to be pla-”

“Wait- wait- wait.” George interrupted, confusion washing over his tone.

“What?” You asked feigning innocence, batting your lashes at him.

“What do you mean ‘current’?” He asked mouth parting in shock, air quoting his fingers around the word current.

“What do you mean, you’re my current boyfriend-right?” You asked, tilting your head at him, and smacking your lips together trying to supress a laugh.

His eyes were cemented on yours, completely ignoring the phone recording him.

“Current boyfriend?” He repeated in disbelief, voice going up a few octaves resulting high pitched.

“What’s the problem George?” You sighed, acting fed up at the fact he was so insistent on the fact you introduced him as your current boyfriend.

“What’s the- what’s the problem?” He blinked dramatically, throwing his arms in the air exasperatedly, growing annoyed.

“Yeah.” You said, trying to keep a serious expression.

“I actually can’t with you, you’re crazy- y’know I’m actually disgusted.” He shook his head in disbelief, tilting his head toward the camera again.

“What- baby i’m so confused, is there an issue?” You asked sweetly, grabbing his shoulder gently to turn his face your way.

“Is there an issue- oh i dont know Reader is there?” He quipped, sarcasm drowning his words.

“Can we just finish the challenge?” He huffed, crossing his arms over his broad chest, visibly annoyed.

“What challenge?” You chuckled softly, a breath of amusement flowing through your nose.

“What challenge?!” He repeated in complete frustration, before his hand shot out rapidly to gesture at the phone before you.

“Yeah what’s the challenge?” You questioned voice sweet as honey, as if you weren’t driving your boyfriend up the wall with how insane you were talking.

“Well, you were saying something about a challenge, then you called me ‘your current boyfriend’- whatever the bloody hell that’s supposed to mean, and-” He cut off his sentence short, then looked down at you with a tired expression.

“- that’s the challenge. Isn’t it?” He whispered sounding utterly defeated.

You didn’t even attempt to hide your smile, instead you just acted as if the ceiling was the most interesting thing you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Unfortunately that didn’t last long, because before you could even comprehend what was happening, strong arms wrapped around your middle, holding you in place and tickling you like his life depended on it..

You gasped loudly at your trapped state.

“You are a proper menace!” He chuckled loudly, ignoring your desperate pleads for him to stop.

After your shrieks died down and the room became quiet again, George launched all of his weight onto you, wrapping you in a very tight hug.

Squirming from underneath him, but soon realising it was no use you let out a deep, hopeless sigh.

George nuzzled into the crook of your neck, “for a moment I worried you thought this was just temporary- which is absolutely impossible because i’m your past and your future.”

“What about being my present?” You grumbled, still trying to adjust to his body on top of yours.

“Yeah that too.”

You laughed feeling content.

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I'd say they need 50-100K of slow burn to work out the difference.

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Stuck in the Middle With You.

ChrisMD x Reader fluff, angst

[] A delayed train leads to an unexpected encounter.

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I rushed to the train doors, hoping I make it in time. If I miss this one the next one isnt for another hour. I'm currently on my way to London to see a few friends and I'm already late as it is. I heard the sound for last call as I'm running down the stairs.

Finally I see the doors, no one else in sight except a fully boarded train about to leave. I almost tripped over my own feet but I made it just in time. The doors closing seconds after I got on.

I pushed past all the bodies of people to try and get to a less compact area. After walking further down the cabs, I found one not as full. I looked around for an empty seat, finally finding one near a group of guys. I mentally sighed as all these guys were visibly drinking and were already pretty rowdy. They had a camera filming them for some reason, maybe they're influencers. Whatever it is, I just want to get there as soon and calmly as possible.

The train began moving causing the boys to get louder and talk to the camera. I couldn't hear what they were saying clearly but I managed to catch the words 'platform roulette'. I quickly looked it up, finding a ton of videos on the topic. I clicked on one and saw the guys on the train in it. My eyes widen as I've literally never seen anyone famous in person.

Based on their videos and comments they seemed pretty loved in their community but right now they are just acting like a bunch of dickheads. I rolled my eyes at them as I put my earphones in, ready for the ride.

Everything was perfect, until it wasn't.

After about 30 minutes, the train suddenly stopped. Everyone looked around to see the cause, me included. It wasn't until an announcement was made that we knew what happened.

"Sorry for the inconvenience. There will be a slight delay due to a backup at the train station. Once again, sorry for the inconvenience. We will be on our way very soon."

Great. Exactly what I needed. I looked at the group of boys to see a pair of eyes already on me. They quickly looked away once I made eye contact. It was the only guy with blonde hair. I furrowed my eyebrows, quickly looking away from them or else I'll be seen as the creep.

I slouched in my seat, dreading the next couple of minutes as we sit here and wait. I looked at my phone to see my battery already at 13%! I literally charged it this morning! This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it.

I couldn't even entertain myself, I was gonna bring a book but didn't think this trip would be too long. Next time I'll bring it regardless.

My eyes flickered around the cab, seeing all the unfamiliar faces, from a couple with their young baby, to an elderly woman reading her book, then back to the group of guys. Making eye contact with the blonde one again causing him to quickly look down. I chuckled, he's sort of cute. He's like a puppy you want to protect.

"Hey." A voice said, I turned towards the voice's direction, seeing one of the guys from the group. He was covered in tattoos, along with a couple of piercings. "Would you like to join us?" He asked, gesturing towards the group of lads all looking my way. All except a certain blonde boy.

I thought about it for a second. I mean, what the hell! I nodded, bringing a smile to his lips as I followed him towards the shared booth. I sat beside him, and a guy with a brown mullet. Well, all of them pretty much had mullets actually.

These obnoxious guys were actually pretty decent. They offered me a drink and I happily took it. Might as well join in the fun. I learned their names and told them I knew who they were even though I really didn't.

"How do you know us?" George asked in a suspicious tone, taking a swig of his drink. "Platform roulette?" I said in an unsure tone making them all burst out laughing. "You dont watch our videos though, do you?" Arthur asked as I immediately shook my head, laughing along with them.

"I heard you guys talking and well fucking this!" I said pointing at the guy with the huge camera. "Quite obvious, isn't it?" Bach said. We talked for a while, the camera filming them every now and then.

The blonde guy, Chris, never spoke more than a few words. The others encouraged him to join in but he always refused, keeping to himself the entire time. A few seconds later he excused himself to the toliet. I watched him get up and make his way towards the back of the train.

"I'll be right back." I told the group, some of them threw me odd looks but nodded along regardless. I followed Chris towards the back of the train, seeing him enter the toliet. I am definitely going to be seen as a creep now.

The back of the train was extremely empty, no one was in this cab, maybe because its so close to the toliet? I sat down on the seat furthest from the toliet to make this seem less weird than it already is.

I heard the sink being used and stood up quickly. The door opened and Chris walked out, a confused look on his face as he saw me.

"Do you need the toliet?" He asked motioning for me to go in. "Um no, I was just waiting for you actually." I felt slightly embarassed by this interaction. What the hell am I even doing? I have no clue why I even followed him.

I just felt bad, he was so quiet when he was clearly fine before I joined the group.

"Oh?" He responded, a confused look still evident on his face as he sat down on the seat beside me. I sat back down and looked him in his bright blue eyes. He's actually very handsome. Seeing his features up close show just how beautiful this man is.

His scruffy beard and curly blonde locks making him look rugged, but his soft eyes and cute nose making him seem so welcoming. I realized I was just staring at him at this point. I quickly looked down at my fingers. I felt him relax and release a chuckle.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, a smile on his lips. "I was going to ask you that." I chuckled. "I noticed how quiet you were and wanted to make sure I didn't ruin the mood." I admitted.

"Of course not! It actually got better with you there. The guys seem to love you and you're super funny." He replied, looking away. I could see a blush rising to his cheeks. I smiled to myself at how shy he got.

"Well, you were just so quiet. I wanted to know if you were okay with it." I responded. I felt him stiffen at my words. Maybe I shouldn't have asked this.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No, its okay! I'm okay. I just, I was quiet because I..." he trailed off. He looked around as if trying to muster up the words. "I just thought you were a very beautiful girl and I can't talk to beautiful girls." He struggled to say. He was visibly embarrassed by this confession. I placed my hand on his knees, causing him to look at me, his shoulders dropping, relaxing at my touch.

"A handsome guy like you should not be intimidated by a pretty girl, especially since im not that pretty to begin with." I said, an almost offended look falling on his face. "'Not that pretty'? You are insanely beautiful, you look like someone you only see in dreams! I was in disbelief the second I saw you, not believing that you're even real, that you actually exist, you're so pretty!" He said, his voice defensive, sounding slightly upset.

"Okay now I know you're lying." I said, his words were too nice to be real. His words were too beautiful for me. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up facing me towards the train window towards my reflection.

"You see that girl right there? She is absolutely gorgeous! Stunning, breathtaking, and literally any other word that describes incredibly beautiful. I wish I were so lucky to be her boyfriend, to even be able to take her on a date. Hell, even a kiss on the cheek would satisfy me for the rest of my life because I was kissed by a Greek goddess." I felt tears brimming in my eyes. This felt too kind.

"Are you crying? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry!" He said, panicking, causing me to laugh. "You're too sweet, Chris." I said, wiping my eyes. My mascara ran down my face as the tears rolled down.

"No one's ever said those things to me. It means a lot." I smiled, my heart fluttered as I faced him, a goofy smile forming on his lips.

"I just need you to know how beautiful you really are and from what I've learned about you from this last hour, you're beautiful inside too." He reached for my face, wiping at my cheek.

"Would you really be fine with just a kiss?" I asked giggling as his words from earlier. "100%" he smiled back.

"So no date then?" I asked.

"Only if you want to."

"What if I do want to?" I replied teasingly.

"How's tomorrow at 5?"

"Perfect."

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Stiles is an attention whore and Derek loves to indulge him.

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cutting edge 🎀 (george clarke x reader smau)

Author's Note: I so appreciate the lovely response my last smau got, so here's another one! Please give it a like and a reblog if you enjoy, really trying to grow my blog atm! Also any feedback is appreciated, too. // p.s if you have any suggestions for future smaus, please just send me an ask xx

pairing: george clarke x hairdresser!reader, features from some of the other crew

description: you've spent your life building the business of your dreams - when your work starts to gain traction online, who knows who you'll meet along the way?

warnings: none, really! just fluffy stuff forever // all pics sourced on instagram or pinterest, y/n is female presenting

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hairbyyn what started as doing hair in my room for my friends before nights out has turned into something i could only ever dream of as a little girl. i cannot thank you all enough for your continued support and to all the people i've met along the way, i will love you all forever!

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Flowers

description: you surprise him with flowers on a random day

pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader; george clarke x fem!reader; arthur frederick (arthut tv) x fem!reader; chris dixon (chrismd) x fem!reader

genre: fluff

Harry Lewis

you were shopping for some groceries when you came across a cute little flower, you stop by just to browse around but the flowers were truly the most beautiful things. they were fresh and vibrant. looking at the flowers made you realise that you have never really got your boyfriend flowers. you have been with harry for nearly five years and not once have you thought about getting him flowers especially when he got you flowers every week. today you decide to change it. you picked some pink carnations with some baby’s breath and asked the shop lady to help you organise them.

“must be someone special. you picked flowers that add up to love and memories.” the lady say, handing you the flowers.

“he is very special.” you say smiling at the flowers and thanking the lady before leaving for home. when you arrive home, harry is sitting on the couch watching some show.

“you are back.” he say, looking at you. “come here, i missed you.” he opens his arms for you.

“i was gone for like an hour.” you say smiling a little at his clinginess. you put the groceries on the kitchen counter and grab the bouquet of flowers before walking up to him. “here.” you say handing him the flowers.

his posture changes completely, the legs that were resting on the table were now on the ground and his back which was leaning against the couch was now straight. he was shocked. “for me?” he says taking the flowers out of your hands, you hummed and sat beside him, leaning into him a little. “why? is there a special day today? don’t tell me i forgot, i have written down everything in my calendar.”

you chuckle at his frantic responses. “no, haz, i just thought you deserve some flowers too, it’s only fair. you get me flowers every week, this is the least i could do.”

he looks at them and then at you, then pulls you into his embrace. “you don’t have to do anything for me. you love me and that’s more than enough for me. you being happy is enough for me.”

you smile in his embrace, thanking the holy spirit above for blessing you with this man. “i just wanted you to feel special, just like how you make me feel.”

“well, i do feel special and thank you so much for the beautiful flowers. i will treasure them forever.” he says.

“you can’t treasure them forever, harry, they will die in a few days.” you say, shaking your head in adoration.

“well then i will preserve them. i have heard resin helps.” he says. and you chuckle at his imagination.

George Clarke

you are returning back home from a dinner with your friends when you saw a flower shop open. you were slightly tipsy after your night out so when a crazy idea popped in your head, you didn’t bother to rethink it. you brought some red tulips from the flower shop and made your way to george’s apartment. you and george were very close friends, but you liked george. more than a friend, so much more than just a friend. but you have always been scared, the fear of ruining your friendship with him always stoped you. but tonight, with the help of some liquid courage, you decided to face your fears.

when you arrived at his, chris and arthur’s shared apartment, you knocked on the door. after about a few moments, the door opens. “y/n? what are you doing here? it’s 10 pm.” chris asks as he lets you in.

“oh i am here to meet george.” you say smiling at him.

“right, well you know where his room is.” chris says as he vanishes in his own room.

you make your way to george’s room and softly knock on it, only opening it when you hear a little ‘come in’. when he sees you his face lights up immediately. “hey, poppet. what are you doing here at this hour? everything good?”

you try not to blush at the nickname. “everything’s fine.” you say, walking towards where he is sitting. “i just wanted to give you these.” you handed him the flowers.

“for me?” he says, smiling a little.

“yes.” you say, your voice soft. “george, do you know what red tulips mean?”

“no, enlighten me.” he says, smiling at you.

“they mean declaration of love.” you say and then take a deep breath. “george, i have liked you for a while now but always chickened out when i wanted to tell you but tonight i thought fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? you could kick me out and never speak to me, that’ll be a nightmare but at least the weight will be off my chest.”

he chuckles at your little speech. “i would never kick you out, poppet. you are the most beautiful and lively person i know. i have liked you from the day i saw you playing fifa with chris and losing miserably. you whined a little but then started laughing because me and chris were, i found it so beautiful.”

“but that was ages ago and how can a small incident make you feel so much?” you say, completely perplexed by his answer.

“well, i was scared to admit it too, and it may seem small but it did something to me.” he says smiling at you. “i love the flowers, i have never really got flowers from a girl before. i hope i get more in the future from you, you seem to have great taste in them.”

“oh yeah? you will definitely get a bunch more in the future. how about tomorrow we go out for dinner and i buy you more flowers?” you say.

“you brought me flowers and now i am being asked out, what a life. i could get used to the princess treatment you know.” you both chuckle at that.

the next day you do on a date and you bring him some more flowers which he loved.

Arthur Frederick

you and your family own a farm where you usually grow vegetables but this summer you decided to grow some flowers, more specifically sunflowers. they were in full bloom when you visited your parents this morning. they were bright, yellow and beautiful, reminding you of someone. you decided to pick some out and surprise him with them.

you reach home at around noon, you find arthur in the room recording a video so you decide not to disturb him. you start preparing some pasta for lunch. mid way through cooking arthur enters the kitchen.

“hey, i am making lunch, you want some?” you ask him.

“yeah.” he said, not paying much attention because he is focused on the flowers you have kept in the vase. “who got you flowers?” he asks.

“oh no, those are for you.” you say not looking up from your cooking.

“for me? you bought them for me?” he sounds surprised.

you turn to look at him and smile. “yes, arthur, for you. we are growing some sunflower in my parents farm and thought i’d get you some. you don’t like them?”

he shakes his head vigorously, “no no, i love them, it’s just weird to receive flowers out of blue.”

“well, be ready for more because i am planning to grow many more varieties.” you say smiling at him.

he comes over and kisses your cheeks. “thank you for these, made me feel special.”

“you are special.” you say ruffling his hair, teasingly.

“thank you.” he grins but then his eyebrows furrow and he asks. “wait that’s a compliment, right?” you chuckle and return back to cooking.

Chris Dixon

you and chris are on a long drive at night, when you decide to stop by a supermarket for some snacks. you quickly run to the store while chris waits in the car.

you grab some candies and crisps then decide to go checkout when you see some red roses. spontaneously, you decide to get some for chris, it’s not like this is the first time you are getting him flowers, you used to get him some at the beginning of your relationship but then eventually you forgot so today you thought to surprise him.

after paying you make your way to the car. as soon as chris sees you bring the roses he says, “you bought yourself flowers?”

“what? no. chris, these are for you.” you say, handing him the flowers.

“oh thank you, love.” he says smiling, admiring the flowers. “we haven’t done this is a while.” he says, being nostalgic.

“i know, and i felt like tonight was perfect.” you say.

“it is perfect.” he says smiling softly. “i am so lucky to have you.” he says and the car fills with a comfortable silence that makes you feel at peace.

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~The Gym~

Where AB takes you to the gym for your first video.

~established relationship, fluff, slight sexual mentions, very minor mention of weight (no detail)~

a/n: it’s a long one! x

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“Okay guys it’s currently 2 am and we’re going to the gym.” You laugh at the camera in your hand. It felt slightly strange considering you’ve only done it briefly when AB’s been filming, but now it was your turn due to popular demand.

“Yeah this is what happens when the mrs is scared to film in public.” AB addresses the camera, coming up behind you and slinging an arm round your shoulder.

“Oh jog on mate, as if you’re not.” You tut at him.

“So I’m your mate now?” He retorts.

You move out from under his arm and stand in front of him, “yeah we’re just friends.” You say, giving him a smile.

“I’ll show you just friends.” He mutters, coming towards you and caging you in his arms.

“AB!” You guffaw, “no inappropriate comments.” You scold, blushing, remembering that you were still filming. I mean you wouldn’t edit it out— not unless he said something really bad.

He laughs, sponging a kiss to your cheek before going to grab his car keys.

“Let’s go then, buddy.” He says, holding the front door open for you.

You roll your eyes at him, grabbing your water bottle and phone, still filming with the camera in hand.

You didn’t properly tell AB how much it meant to you that he agreed to go the gym so late at night, in fact he was the one who came up with the idea, knowing not only how reluctant you were to film in public but also how you were scared of the gym, for fear of being watched. He swapped out his usual morning work out for the one he was going to do now. He was always doing things like this for you— anything to make your life easier, even if it inconvenienced him.

“Thanks, Honey pie.” You say as you pass, laughing when you hear him grumble at the atrocious pet name.

“Just get in the car. Don’t wanna hear anymore out of ya.” You heard from behind you.

“Guys are you hearing this? The sass out of this man is crazy.” You say to the camera, hopping into the passenger seat whilst AB locks up the grotto.

You shut off the camera and get comfortable in the passenger seat, already loading up spotify as you were most definitely on aux.

AB then climbed into the car, looking sexy in his loose fitting grey joggers and white compression top. After all this time together you’ve still never watched him work out, for fear of you jumping his bones right there in the middle of the gym. God you were gonna have to restrain yourself tonight. But what you didn’t know, was that AB was having similar thoughts about you, sitting there all pretty in the zip up lululemon jacket he’d bought you— the bbl jacket you called it. But then again when did he not want to have his way with you, he imagined you’d look hot in a bin bag— bloody gorgeous woman.

“Right let’s ‘ave a little motive in the car then.” He says, putting the key into the ignition.

You play the first song, already getting hype, “nah this is such a tune.” You comment on your own song choice, making AB laugh at you.

After a car ride full of both of your favourite songs you arrive at the 24hr gym, thankful to see no other cars in the car park.

Once actually inside and each of you putting your things in the respective change rooms, you switch on the camera to get started with the actual part of your video.

“Right, so what first?” You ask AB, looking clueless.

“S’probably best we warm up, yeah?” He says, starting to stretch.

“Mhm.” You hum in agreement, placing the camera down so you’re both in frame.

You really try to take this seriously, but you couldn’t hold back your laughter at watching AB contort his long and wide body in funny ways.

“S’rude to laugh at people in the gym ya know.” He comments, coming over to your crouched position and nudging you so that you lost your balance and toppled over.

“I bet it’s bloody rude to knock people over in the gym too!” You exclaim, holding out your hands for him to help you up.

AB grabs hold of your outstretched hands, hoisting you up and forgetting his own strength, causing you to stumble into his chest. You place your hands on his waist whilst he wraps his arms round your shoulders and smile up at him. He leans down and places a gentle kiss against your lips. Which you blur out in the edit, adding an “ew” sound effect in the background.

You make your way over to the treadmills, AB taking the camera off you to film instead.

“First, cardio.” He says filming himself before flipping it around to you. “Up ya get Y/N.”

You roll your eyes, regretting saying yes to this video idea already.

“I fuckin’ hate running.” You comment, pressing start on the treadmill.

“No complaining to the coach please.” AB deadpans.

You look over at him in disbelief ready to say something, before he reaches over and turns the machine up, causing you to run faster to keep up.

“AB!” You exclaim, already getting worn out.

“What’d I say.” He responds.

You simply turn to look at him and the smug expression on his face, sticking your tongue out at him and the little bit he was doing.

AB stopped filming and went to do his cardio instead leaving you to finish up your running. Once you felt satisfied— or, well, too tired to continue you went over to admire him, wishing his sweaty body was above yours in a bed and not on a treadmill.

He eventually steps off and you wolf whistle as he comes over to stand above you from your seated position.

He smirks and shakes his head at the noise, prompting you to get up and follow him.

“What’s next then coach?” You ask once you started filming again.

“You’re gonna spot my bench press. Reckon you can mange that?” He says cheekily, loading up the weights onto the bar.

“Yeah, how hard can it be.” You say confidently.

He stares at you with a twinkle in his eye as he watches you come over to him after setting up the camera.

“How heavy is this thing anyway?” You ask flippantly.

“One forty.” He replies, laying down on the bench.

“What, pounds?”

With you stood behind him and him lead down staring at you, dangerous thoughts enter his head of all the times he’s been underneath you, looking up at you— same way he is now— as he drives you to orgasm.

He shakes his head clear of the memories he knows he’ll never forget— one’s he wouldn’t want to, before answering you, “no, kg.”

You look at him gobsmacked at what he just said. Jesus you knew he was strong but not that strong, and the way he said it too, so nonchalantly as if that wasn’t over double your weight.

Just as he goes to lift up the bar you say, “just so you know if that falls on you or something, I genuinely won’t be able to lift that. Like I could try but you’ll still walk out of here with a concave chest. Well you probably won’t be walking either.”

“Jesus, Y/N. Don’t make me laugh whilst I do this, else you’ll be the cause of my concave chest.”

“S’just a warning, coach.” You mutter.

He squints his eyes at you for making him laugh again, before preparing to lift the bar for the second time.

He shoots daggers at you in warning and takes a deep breath before hoisting it in the air and bringing it back down to his chest, managing it twice before placing the bar back in its hold.

You clap as soon as he’s done, genuinely amazed at his strength and trying not to think too hard about how much that turned you on.

“Me next!” You cheer once he’s stood up.

He looks at you in disbelief, ready to shut you down and lecture you about how you can’t lift things that heavy without training. But you knew what he was going to say, so you didn’t let him start instead you carried on, “no, I want you to lift me. Show me what you got coach.” You tease, sticking your tongue in your cheek.

You were unsure if having him touch you right now was a good idea, especially after the display you just watched, but you thought it would be fun. Plus it would be great for the video you almost forgot you were filming.

He goes to lay down on the spongy part of the floor, knowing it would hurt less if you happened to fall but he would never let that happen.

“C’mere then girl.” He grins, holding his hands above his head.

Now that it was happening you were a little bit scared. You stood to the side of him unsure of even how you were doing this.

“Quit being a pussy and fall back onto my hands. I’ve got ya.” AB tells you.

“It’s scary!” You exclaim. “What if I hurt you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’d hurt more if a fuckin’ feather fell on me. C’mon.”

You roll your eyes, turning around and hoping he’ll catch you as you awkwardly fall against his outstretched hands. You cross you arms against your chest as you feel yourself being lowered to his chest and then lifted into the air again.

You giggle as he continues to do the up and down motion, doing more than necessary but he felt like showing off.

After what felt like him doing that a hundred times, you roll over onto his chest and rest your head against his stomach, patting his chest.

“Okay, we get it big boy. You’re ridiculously strong.” You say.

He chuckles, causing your head to vibrate from where it’s lead on his stomach. He brushes some fallen strands of hair out of your face before sitting up, making your head roll into his lap.

“Up ya get.” He says.

You refuse, stretching out like a starfish with your head still in his lap.

“I can’t be arsed to do anything else. M’tired.”

“Tired? You’ve barely done anything.” He laughs at your ridiculousness.

“Yeah but it’s past my bed time.” You mumble.

“Let’s get you to bed then.” He coos, bending over to place a peck on your forehead.

You again blur that out in the edit and take that as you’re cue to get up.

You go and pick up the camera, “okay that’s the end of the workout, we’ll wasn’t much of a workout but it’s like 3 am now and I need to go to bed.” You inform the audience.

“Well maybe if you let us go to the gym at a normal time this wouldn’t be happening.�� AB pipes up.

“Sorry are you not the one to come up with this idea?” You question.

“Are you not the same girl who’s afraid of the gym when there’s other people there?” He retorts.

You stuck your tongue out at him, knowing he was right.

You ended the video before leaving the gym, knowing you’d be too tired to do it once you made it back to the grotto. You hoped it turned out okay and that people enjoyed it.

You were already excited to film the next one.

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i hope you guys enjoyed this one!!! sorry it’s quite long i just couldn’t help myself they’re so cute.

see you in the next one xx

love and kisses, avril ⋆˚࿔

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Dull Ache

-Harry Lewis x reader

-Her

Some mornings still start with him

The kettle boils. The toast seemingly takes forever to pop. And in the quiet, I hear his laugh, that gravelly sound, the one that was always too loud for the room. I sit at the kitchen table, legs tucked beneath me, it’s old mahogany, we bought it at an antique store together. Steam curls up from my mug, like smoke from a slow-burning fire.

It’s been ten months and twenty seven days.

Not that I’ve been keeping count.

I take the long route to work, my original path passes the bookshop. Our bookshop. The one with the twisting stairs, slanted bookshelves, the crooked cat and the owner who always smelled like dust and bergamot. We used to go there on Saturdays, sometimes after a night out when we didn’t want to talk too much. He’d pick out a poetry book at random, flip it open and read the strangest lines he could find in a posh accent until I was doubled over in laughter.

He told me he could fall in love with me in a library. I think he did.

I think I did, too.

-Harry

It’s the small things that cut deep.

This morning, someone in the coffee shop was wearing her perfume. Not just something like it. Hers. That haunting, deep vanilla, caramel, and cigarette sweetness she always carried. A comforting sickly sweetness that clung to her skin. My hand clenched around the mug before I knew what I was doing.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss her, yet these are the kind of lies I swallow down. Push away.

I walk past her old tube stop on the way to work. The tiles still cracked. The adverts still peeling. She used to leave me voice notes while waiting, rambling nonsense, or even quoting poetry, something she’d recently read. I’d smile like a fool listening, no matter where I was, pretending I hated how dramatic she was. I never hated it. I loved it more than she knew. More than I could handle.

And that’s the truth of it: I couldn’t handle her love. Not all of it. Not then. Not when it asked for all of me in return.

-Her

It rained hard yesterday.

The kind of rain that pounds down, makes the world feel lonely, all glassy streets and grey breath. My umbrella flipped inside out as I turned a corner, metal limbs snapping like broken wings.

Just like that, I was back there. Another storm. Another street. Him by my side, the both of us drenched, his umbrella useless, our clothes soaked through.

He found a newspaper, held it over my head, laughing like an idiot. It only worked for a moment.

I laughed then.

Now, I just stood, wet, still, the rain beating down on me as I tried to push him from my mind.

-Harry

I keep my coat zipped up, even as the weather turns warm.

She used to say I never dressed properly for the weather. Always too hot, or too cold. I never listened. Not really. But she’d tug at my sleeves anyway, pulling them down over my wrists, as the wind was biting, tuck her hands into mine as if she were trying to fix something broken.

Sometimes I still wear the jumper she knitted me one Christmas. She made it while it was a hobbie of hers. It falls a little short on the arms, and sits all wonky at my waist. But it holds a lingering scent of caramel, and of her.

I went down near Soho last Sunday. Thought I’d pick up some flowers for the flat, in the hope of making it feel less drab and graveyard-ish. There was this stall with tulips. She used to call them ‘shamelessly sappy’, said they looked like they didn’t care how romantical they were.

In the aftermath of a fight, she once brought a whole bouquet to my place. Said, “if we’re going to fight, let’s be sure to make the aftermath pretty.” I’d laughed at her, I didn’t realise she meant it.

-Her

Every now and then he’d carry around a camera.

A ridiculous, clunky old thing with chipped leather and several dents. He said these newer digital ones were too sterile, “memories should be grainy,” he told me, “like old dreams.”

I found one of his prints the other day while clearing out a drawer. A photo of me from the side, taken while I was getting ready in the morning, standing barefoot on the tile, the light streaming in through the window. My spine curved like a cat stretching, nightdress starting to slip off one shoulder. I stared at it for a long time.

I looked so…calm. So unaware.

There was a time I trusted him with everything. My body. My secrets. My insecurities.

-Harry

I don’t take many pictures anymore.

There’s no one to capture in the lens. No one who understands that I don’t want smiles, I want moments. She used to get that. She hated posed pictures. She’d say, “don’t capture me perfect. Capture me real.”

I still have the ones she took of me. One where I’m mid-yawn, sprawled out along her sofa, a coffee half balanced on my stomach. Another where I’m cooking shirtless, some pasta dish. She told me I looked all scruffy, like a tragic husband in a French indie film.

I haven’t deleted them. Can’t bring myself to.

I told myself I’ve moved on, I’m past it. But truthfully, I’m still stuck somewhere in those photographs. Between frames. Between moments. Between Her.

-Her

I see him during the winter.

It’s always the winter. When the streets turn all silver, crystallised, and the evenings swallow you earlier than expected. We used to walk for miles just to talk. Layers of woollen jumpers, and rain-proof coats, hands shoved in pockets, steam rising from our mouths like confession.

Back then he hated the silence. He’d fill it with silly facts, crude jokes, or awkward questions. Once asked me if I believed in parallel universes. I said no, but I now secretly hope there’s one out there where we got it right.

He made me laugh, even when I didn’t want to. Kissed at the corners of my eyes when I cried. He was the first man I ever let see me fall apart.

I wish he hadn’t watched so closely. I wish he hadn’t known where the cracks were.

-Harry

She used to call me whenever she couldn’t fall asleep.

At 2AM. 3:47AM. Once at 5:14, freaked out after she had a dream where she had drowned and she was convinced it meant something. I’d always answer, even if I’d been dead asleep, I think even now I’d come when she called. It was like she lived in the in-between hours, fragile and echoing.

I liked those moments best. No pretence. No performance. Just the sound of her voice, quiet and slow, sweet, like a breeze slipping through a half-open window.

She told me before that being with me felt like standing on the edge of a cliff. Equal parts awe and fear.

I joked, “at least the view’s good.”

Back then I didn’t understand that what she meant was: she never felt entirely secure in our relationship. Safe.

-Her

I think I knew, deep down at least.

Not at first. But something shifted. He started talking differently. Laughing at things he wouldn’t have before. Pulling away from kisses too early, too quickly.

Love doesn’t just vanish, it rots. Slowly. Seeping. Quietly. One tulip petal at a time.

I remember the night I found out.

Barcelona. He was supposed to be there for work. But I got a message. A girl I wasn’t acquainted with tagged him in a photo ‘by mistake’. It was blurry, but there he was, his arms around her waist, head tilted, lips too close. I felt my stomach drop before I even clicked on it.

I think betrayal is quieter than people expect.

I didn’t scream, I didn’t key his car, or burn his things, or send her messages laced with fury. I didn’t call him, didn’t text him, didn’t wait for him to arrive home to yell at him. I just went back to my apartment.

The next day I took the Rilke book from the shelf, the one he picked out on our first trip to the bookshop, sat in the kitchen cross legged, and waited for the sun to rise.

I didn’t cry until the morning.

The sun peeked over the hillside, he still hadn’t contacted me.

I felt sick.

-Harry

It happened once. Barcelona.

The city bled wine, breathed lust. And I let myself believe that loneliness was a reputable excuse.

I didn’t plan it. It wasn’t a slow slide. It was a crash. A landslide. A mistake with a face I don’t remember and a laugh I’ll never care to hear again.

When I came home my apartment was empty. I drove to her place, and it was like she knew I was coming. I saw her waiting at the door, Rilke book in hand. Her eyes were glassy, but she pushed her shoulders back, breathing steady. She didn’t scream. Just looked at me like I was something she’d once believed in, now exposed for what I really was.

She said nothing. Threw the key to my apartment I had given her to the floor at my feet. Closed the door in my face, gently, without slamming it.

Her silence, the finalisation of it all.

That was worse than any punishment.

-Her

Sometimes I wonder what I’d say if he showed up now. Apologised. Said he’d changed. That it was a stupid mistake.

I think I’d still want to touch his face. Just once. Feel it it still fit between my hands the way it used to. But then I’d remember what he did. That night. The photograph. His silence.

I loved him more than I should have. And maybe part of me still does, like he etched his way into my heart, sunk himself deep. But I can’t just wipe the slate. Love isn’t an excuse, and I can’t excuse this betrayal. It doesn’t resurrect trust, ease the hurt.

And I’m not the girl who cries on the kitchen floor. Not anymore.

He broke something I can’t give back.

-Harry

I walk past our places on purpose now.

Like penance. Like maybe if I hurt enough, I’ll balance the scale.

She deserved better. Deserved someone who didn’t flinch at the weight of her love. Someone who knew what to do with it.

I didn’t.

I wish I knew then what I know now.

I wish I could’ve been what she deserved.

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~The Event pt.2~

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part 2 for you kids

You finally open the dm from AB and agree to meet up the next time he's in London.

any spelling mistake during their text messages and shitty grammar is intentional! sorry if it’s a bit jarring lol xx

~ major slow burn and them being cute ~

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Hours passed with the dm left unopened. You didn't want to look too desperate or something by responding straight away. But you couldn't wait any longer, so finally you took a deep breath and opened the message.

AB: Sorry for making a tit of myself last night lol

Hm. Cute. But you were unsure how to reply.

yourusername: haha no worries (not sent)

No. Horrible. Too dry, you thought.

yourusername: haha you didn't don't worry

yourusername: tell your friends they're not good at being subtle tho lol

Sent.

Oh god, that was equally as dry.

You shook your head. No it wasn't, you had to stop bugging out, he's just a man you've barely spoken to. And he's not even that hot... It's fine if he doesn't reply.

Despite this pep talk you gave yourself, you still obsessively checked your phone every few seconds for a reply.

After 2 hours you received a response. Not bad.

AB: They're always on a wind up ting

AB: How was working that lil function last night

You laughed at the fact he texts the same way he talks in real life. Another thing to add to his list of endearing qualities.

yourusername: so dead lol

yourusername: thought u influencer lot were meant to have some personality whys evryone so stiff

Hopefully he can tell teasing people is a huge part of your personality. You appreciate it's harder to tell through text but the amount of times you've been blocked by men on dating apps for what you thought was a funny comment. Turns out they all need to learn to "take a joke." Oh the irony.

This time you received an instant response.

AB: u saying u didnt enjoy talking to us man last night wtf consider me offended

yourusername: oh fuck off 🤣

yourusername: u think if i meant u i would be chatting to u now

AB: Fairs u got me there

AB: Is that what u do then work events

yourusername: nah i actually dont have a j*b rn

yourusername: i just did a year in australia as a lifeguard tho

AB: Ohh ur on the unemployment ting i respect it 🫡

AB: Bros casually dropping she was a lifeguard in Australia

yourusername: haha it was amazing but defo none of that baywatch shit

AB: I could do with watching u run abt on a beach right now I bet itd cure the fuck out of my hangover

yourusername: didn't take you for being a perv ab

AB: Only for u ;)

yourusername: chat is this rizz

AB: I'm dropping some absolute dimes ts is pure heat

yourusername: no ur right im sorry

AB: U gotta drop some lines too

AB: Seduce me

yourusername: guys wanna be so girls so bad nowadays but fine 🙄

yourusername: im studying to become a historian im especially interested in finding a date

AB: Nah whyd that actually work tho

AB: The nerdy game is so tuff 🔥

yourusername: fully agree

AB: Do u wanna have a two man motive when im next in ldn?

yourusername: yeah im down

yourusername: something casual tho i have like a fear of first dates lol 😅

AB: nah thats fine i fully get that as well lol

AB: like fancy dinners give me the heebiejeebies

😂 yourusername reacted to chat

You and AB made proper arrangements for your hang out. Neither calling it a date since you both have a fear of that word, but you both knew it was one on the low. Your glad he understands because after many failed first dates- fancy dinners 'n all- it made you realise you wanted a friends to lovers experience. Sue a girl.

*The next week*

You twiddled your thumbs whilst standing in Paddington station (per AB’s request) waiting for his train to get in. You checked your phone again to see the screenshot AB sent you of his Trainline app. 5 minutes.

By this point you two have moved on from the dms and exchanged numbers, having light conversation during the day but nothing too crazy as you both knew it wasn’t long till you’d see each other.

You looked up from your phone and spotted him instantly. A wave of anxiety hit you. Oh god what were you doing.

He pretty much towered over all the hustle and bustle of the station. Once he came into clearer view you could see what he was wearing, a white oversized T-shirt and sandy coloured cargo trousers. Hot. Thankfully it was a nice day out, so neither of you required jackets.

He finally noticed you and the minute you locked eyes a smile overtook his face, almost as if he had no control over it. He pulled you in for a hug, crushing your body a little bit.

And he smelt good, Jesus you were definitely a goner.

“You alright Y/N?” He beamed, looking down at you.

“Hi AB, yeah not bad you?” You replied, both of you moving out of Paddington and towards Hyde park.

You made conversation on the short walk there and you could tell there were some moments where he was checking you out. He’d let out a cheeky laugh or a simple smirk when you’d catch his eyes.

“I’m proper giddy to be wandering around Hyde park ya know.” He says to you once you reach the gate.

“I get you. It goes crazy when the suns out. You’re not gonna get swarmed by fans though are you?” You teased.

He bumped your shoulder muttering “knob” under his breath but still he couldn’t contain his smile. You laughed at the insult, already having a great time with him. You love how well you both get along, both having the same banter. He loves it too, just as much. He’s never met a girl who got it as well as you do.

You two ended up moving closer together once actually in the park, arms brushing against each other, sending a light buzz through your body each time.

Again you both were talking about absolutely anything and everything, until you decided it was time for you to admit something to him.

“I knew you’d love just walking around.” You commented when there was a brief lull in the conversation.

“Oh yeah?” He looked down at you, slightly raising one of his eyebrows.

“Yeah.” You began to feel a little embarrassed saying this out loud but it was too late now, “I may have watched one of your videos.” You bit on the end of your acrylic nail in anticipation for his reaction.

He let out a loud laugh, swinging an arm around your shoulder and crushing you to his body.

“Stalker.” He whispered next to your ear. “Are ya one of the fans I’m gonna have to worry about swarming me.” He then said, referencing your earlier comment.

You shoved him off you, although you regretted it instantly, missing his warmth despite it already being warm out. “Get off.” You laughed.

You both stopped and stared at each other for a beat, eyes twinkling and smile lines prominent. Before AB carried on the teasing.

“Nah buts that not fair. There’s nothing about you out there.” He pouted.

“Life’s not fair, playboy.” You smirked. “But that’s not true.” You said quieter, speeding off ahead of him before he had a chance to ask you what you meant.

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part 2 done!! i guess i left you lot on a cliff hanger… so part 3?

i hope you guys liked and it wasn’t disappointing. i’m sorry but i’m such a slut for slow burn i just can’t not do it (it feels most real life to me) also major self insert with the getting blocked by men lol for a little joke here n there and i based the texting off how i would too lol so hopefully that wasn’t a hard read xx

anyway hit me with some requests and i’ll see u in the next one

love and kisses, avril ⋆˚࿔

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~The Event~

AB meets you at an influencer party, yet you’re not who he expected to connect with.

~ second person, first meeting, subtle flirting ~

It’s a long read (sorry) but enjoy!

🎶Cause I’m not sure if I’ve seen you before, you look familiar when I saw you, we go together like the gum on my shoes🎶

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You look across to your phone as it buzzes on the counter, nursing the hangover you got from last night. You’re praying it’s not one of you’re friends trying to set you up on a date with one of their uni flatmates again.

No it was much worse. You’re best friend asking you to work on a Saturday.

Turns out one of her colleagues can’t make it to the catering gig and her boss is freaking out over lack of staff. “This is the biggest event the company has ever hosted!! xx” The message read, in hopes to persuade you. How it became your problem you didn’t know. But you’d do anything for your best friends, so you reluctantly agreed.

She informed you the event was black tie so that meant you had to look put together. Basically requiring you to wear a glorified suit. Luckily for you, you enjoyed collecting cute vintage shirts and everybody had a pair of black trousers left over from their school days. Although they fitted a little more snug now, but it never hurt to show off your (slightly more) womanly curves you dreamed about at 15.

You arrived at the ridiculously grand building to be ushered in by a lady in a similar outfit to yours and sent straight to the back to help in anyway you can. You were already feeling overwhelmed by the stress radiating off of everyone. You made a mental reminder to never do something like this again.

You spot your best friend looking equally as flustered as everyone else. You two barely had time to catch up before the guests started to arrive. Someone placed a tray of champagne in your hand and steered you towards the lion den.

You kept a neutral expression on your face despite your internal panic about dropping all the drinks down yourself or even worse, a guest.

You thought you recognised a few people but you weren’t really bothered by them, you were more amazed at how good looking everyone was. You forgot that the most important requirement for being an influencer was to be beautiful - you were glad you’d never be surrounded by people like this again.

You wandered around aimlessly, occasionally nicking a canapé off your best friends tray, hoping no one noticed. Before you found yourself in front of a large group of intimidating men. The one closest to your left was by far the hottest man you’ve seen tonight, maybe even ever. You found yourself getting flustered just by being close to him.

A few of them took drinks off your trays without as much as a second look. However when you went to leave you made direct eye contact with Mr Fit - the nickname you decided to give him and one which was very much deserved.

You wished you were able to neck some of the flutes of champagne you were currently holding. That would probably give you the confidence to talk to Mr Fit. Although that would probably be weird considering you were at work - and not an influencer. You assumed that would be his type.

You shook the thoughts from your head and went back to being rather bored, before realising it was time to make your rounds back over to that group. Only this time they were a lot louder and far more rowdy, definitely thanks to the alcohol. And they were all stood around instead of sitting, now further intimated by their height.

Chip noticed you coming over and nudged AB, knowing his boy was feeling this particular waitress.

You locked eyes with Mr Fit and felt your face heat up as you came to stand in the same place as before. Only this time you felt dwarfed by Mr Fits height.

God was he tall, and omg his arms. Wham was all you could think.

“You enjoying yourself miss?” A man with dark curly hair said to you. He had a look on his face that made you realise he was joking around.

“Living the dream.” You replied. This earned a few chuckles from the three guys who were paying attention to you.

You noticed Mr Fit was without a drink so you held out your tray towards him.

“Thank you M’lady.” He said with a smirk on his face, raising his glass.

“You’re welcome kind sir.” You picked up on his little joke adding a small curtesy, just to go the extra mile.

“Aye she’s been trained well.” The same dark curly haired one joked, nudging Mr Fit.

“Oh fuc-.” You caught yourself before finishing that sentence, remembering you were at work and it’s definitely not advised to swear at the guests, never mind rich and famous guests at that.

“Nah man, where’s your boss? Surely that’s not allowed.” Mr Fit joked, making the other two guys laugh and you to look away in embarrassment.

“Ref!” The tall one said, earning more laughter.

“I’m so sorry.” You went to apologise but were cut off.

“Nah, we’re just joking, swear all you want girl. We’re all friends here.” The dark haired one said, giving you a cheeky grin.

You could tell already that these guys were always down to just have a laugh. That’s probably what gained them an audience.

“Yeah s’just banter.” Mr Fit said, putting on a bit of an accent. American maybe.

The two men laughed at him and he looked away sheepishly.

You heard his two friends lean over and say that he needs to “spit some game.”

Mr Fit held out his hand for you to shake, forgetting you were still holding onto the tray of drinks “I’m AB.”

You awkwardly fumbled with the tray and shook his hand “Y/N.”

“Shit sorry. Forgot you were holding tha’.”

You both looked at each other bashfully - flustered.

You heard the other two jeer in the background “go on son!”

You suddenly remembered that you were working and that you had other guests to attend to.

“You lot enjoy your nights, and watch your drinks. I’m not cleaning nothing.” You joked, walking away.

“Bottled it.” You caught the tail end of AB’s sentence and one of his friends replying, “bro just pop a little two dot and you’ll be sorted, trust.” A chorus of laughter followed.

You shook your head at their ridiculousness. But you didn’t let yourself deep the interaction as you knew you’d never see him again.

*1 hour later*

Your feet were hurting and you couldn’t wait to go home. Not long now.

For the remainder of the night you had been sneaking glances at Mr Fit, or well AB. You could’ve sworn he was looking at you too.

“Y/N.” Someone shouted, you recognised the voice instantly.

“Oh, hi AB.” You scrunched your eyebrows, unsure why he was talking to you.

Chip and Freezy had put him up to it. Egging him on, saying how they wanted to see him successfully pick up a girl. AB didn’t put up much of a fight as he thought you were fit as fuck and knew how to take joke. That’s all he needed in a bird if he was being honest.

“This might be bare weird of me, but could I get your instagram?” He asked, scratching the back of his head.

You again admired how hot he looked, especially as he’d taken off his suit jacket and you could see his biceps straining against his shirt- drool.

But you were taken aback by his question, butterflies swarmed your stomach.

You let out a small chuckle, “oh yeah, course.” He handed over his phone, “you scared me then.”

“Wha’ how?” He exclaimed.

“Didn’t know what you were gonna say.” You smiled, giving his phone back to him after following yourself on his instagram.

“Yeah, I’m a bare unpredictable guy ‘n that.” He joked, with the same accent as before.

You found it endearing. In fact, you found him endearing. The way he speaks, the awkwardness. You’d take it over being cocky and full of yourself any day.

He stumbled a little bit and that’s when you noticed his eyes were slightly glazed over. Okay so he’s a lot drunker than he was before. That explains why he came over to you. Oh god, what if this is some sort of sick joke that his friends put him up to.

You shook those thoughts away, but other anxiety filled ones replaced them.

You had a terrible feeling that he could end up forgetting this whole night and that he wouldn’t remember following you.

*Next day*

You ripped your phone off the charger and started scrolling. The first time you’ve properly been on it since you briefly accepted AB’s follow request last night. You were in disbelief at the amount of followers he had, not realising that he was some hot shot or something.

You clicked on to instagram to see that AB had liked your story- a selfie of you low-key feeling yourself in your waitressing outfit- and a dm from him an hour ago.

You felt giddy at the fact he remembered you, not only that but he had liked your story AND dmed you.

You held so much anticipation for what he could say.

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ahhhh!! this is my first story on tumblr as i’m a wattpad girl so sorry that’s it quite long hope you don’t mind (my stories will probably continue to be long lol) also i’m still learning the nuances of tumblr so apologies if i act like a neek on here or something.

anyway i hope you loved and pls lmk if u want a part 2 or anything else you want to see! there’s a hella AB drought on here.

edit: part 2 is here

love and kisses, avril ⋆˚࿔

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Derek: Aww you're texting your dad about me. Babe.

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I Can't Stand You.

George Clarke x Reader smut

** MDNI 18+**

[] enemies to lovers type deal

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The cold London air hit your skin sending a shiver down your spine. You regret not bringing a jacket but if you did bring a jacket you wouldn't be able to show off your beautiful dress.

The strappy thing that hugged you in all the right places. Regardless of how you felt that day, this dress was like magic and made you look amazing. Eyes lingered on you all night, admiring how insanely stunning you looked. This certainly helped with the night you've had.

You were standing outside of the still quite crowded pub waiting for your Uber. It's been a night and you were tired. Liv who you had originally planned on having a girls night with brought along Bach who brought along Arthur who brought Hill, Chris, and George.

George Clarke. You hated the man. His cocky attitude, the arrogance he portrays, the little quips he makes at your expense. You don't know if you ever did something to him to make him dislike you but now you despise eachother.

You told Liv this and she told Bach who completely ignored this and gave him the green light to come. You love Bach but his forgetfulness is not your favorite thing sbout him.

Although you tried to have a good night despite George's loud presence, you still ended up as the butt of his jokes. Drink after drink didn't help either. Drinking wasn't enough, you couldn't stand it anymore and decided to leave early.

You thought about George's mannerisms for quite a while as you stood there. When he gets drunk with others, he gets quiet and calm but when you're there, it's like he becomes a different person, getting rowdier by the second.

The sound of the doors opening pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned around to see the blue eyed, curly headed jerk. You turned back towards the street rolling your eyes, letting out a deep sigh.

"Hey Y/n? Going home already? Was the dress too tight for you?" He replied, eyeing your body. You scoffed, brushing off his comment. "Im just tired." You lied, the annoyance evident in your voice.

"You know, you're ruining the night." He said. His voice deep as he took a step closer to you. "Im ruining the night? You've been acting like a dickhead this entire time!" You exclaimed, biting your tongue at your words. You never meant to tell him how much of a jerk he is but your words just slipped out.

"Im not a dickhead, if anything, it's you! You're always in such bad spirits, you never want to have fun, you keep to yourself!"

"Maybe it's because everytime I speak, you make a joke out of it, out of me! Everything I say or do! You should see when you're not around, how much fun I have. It's you! You're the reason I have no fun!" You exclaimed, turning towards him, getting in his face. The tension between you rising as he took another step closer to you.

"Well maybe I can't help it! Maybe it's you! Always saying the weirdest things, always being your goofy self! Maybe if you stopped being so cringe I would stop." Your jaw clenched at his words. Your face red with anger.

"How is that my problem!? No one even invited you here, you just come along whenever we go out always ruining the mood." You responded.

"Someone needs to be the fun one in the group." He scoffed.

"You're always such a jerk, I don't even know why!" You exclaimed.

"Have you ever thought it's because I like you?" Your eyes went wide, your heart beating faster, the anger softening as you tried to comprehend what he actually said.

"You like me?" Your voice quivered, unsure if he was serious or if this was just another rouse.

"Yes Y/n, I fucking like you, you fucking bitch. I like how weird you are, I like how funny and cute you are. You always look hot as fuck. You know how hard it is not being able to grab you and kiss you!?" He said, his words filled with annoyance as if it bothered him, telling you this.

"Well, well- well being a dickhead wasn't the way to go about these things!" You stuttered, trying to focus on his attitude towards you rather than the sudden confession he was making.

"I know! But you know how shit I am with girls, how the hell was I suppose to tell you?" He admitted.

"I dont know, maybe just talking! Telling me nicely instead of making fun of me every five seconds!" You spewed, ready to be done with this conversation. His words clouded your thoughts, making you smile at his true feelings towards you. You quickly pulled yourself out of it, checking your phone to see your Uber still 2 minutes out.

"Okay, listen, I'm sorry. I still don't know why I said those things, I don't know why I act this way!" He pleaded, his eyes resembling those of puppies. You almost melted at the sight but held your ground.

"I dont want to hear it, George, just leave me alone." He got closer to your face once again only this time, he was inches from your lips.

"Can I make this up to you?" His voice was deep and raspy, making you shiver at his change of tone. He finger trailed up your arm to your shoulder, brushing some hair back. His eyes glimmered under the light, a dark intensity to them as his breathing slowed down.

"I can't stand you." You said, your voice low and frail, trying to keep yourself under control. He chuckled, before cupping your cheeks and bringing you closer, closing the gap between you. His soft lips moving against yours. The friction between you, now the same drive making you pull at his shirt, grabbing him tightly, wanting more of him. His hand, snaking around your waist, trailing towards your backside. Grabbing your ass, trying to feel every inch of you. You smiled into the kiss, letting his tongue in.

The kiss now a makeout session filled with desire and lust coming to an abrupt end as a car pulled up in front of you. The driver lowered his windows, asking your name. You confirmed and looked towards George, nodding towards the car. "Wanna go to mine?" You asked, pulling on the hem of his shirt.

He immediately followed your lead into the silver Toyota. The driver started his way towards your flat. You looked over to George to see his eyes already on you. His hand on your knee slowly inching towards your inner thigh. His fingers slowly trailed closer to your heat. Your short dress giving him plenty of access to you.

Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed across your heat slowly through your panties. Your focus on his face as he stared at you, hunger in his eyes. You grabbed his hand, pulling away but he insisted. He teased you all the way towards your flat. His fingers running circles around your throbbing heat through the fabric, making your legs feel weak.

You hoped the driver didn't notice but you couldn't focus on anything but George. As you pulled up to the building, George quickly removed his hand, reaching for the door.

He wanted you as bad as you wanted him and couldn't wait any longer.

He quickly pulled you out of the car, thanking the driver for the ride. His hand gripped yours tightly as you made your way in. Every second of the lift ride feeling like torture. His hand never leaving yours, his foot impatiently tapping as if he's been waiting for hours.

He desperately wanted to grabbed your face and shove his tongue down your throat but restrained himself until you got to your flat.

The second you unlocked the door, George pushed you in, slamming the door behind him. His hands cupped your cheeks once again, this time with more force. His lips slammed onto yours, you were taken aback at first but quickly melted into the kiss. You grabbed his shirt, desperately wishing it was off. He smirked at you, quickly breaking the kiss to pull it off revealing his sculpted figure.

He picked you up and took you towards the couch, throwing you on it roughly. He got on his knees in front of you, pushing your legs open making your dress roll up. "Take it off." He growled as you quickly slipped off your dress leaving you in your panties and pasties. You peeled them off leaving your breast exposed as he slowly pulled off your underwear.

He gave you no time to adjust become his tongue made it's way to your heat. You jumped at the feeling, his warm tongue trailing across your lips. His eyes looking up at you as you leaned back, feeling the ecstasy of his touch immediately.

He smirked to himself before he continued, slipping his tongue between your folds, gently sucking at them. You released a loud moan at the sensation, reaching for his hair, pulling at his curly locks, wanting him fully inside you.

His tongue swirled around your pulsating heat, your creamy juices already starting to puddle around his face as you couldn't stop yourself.

The sound of him sucking and slurping at you only made you hungrier for him. His hands gripping at your thighs, pulling himself in deeper as you continued to suffocate him between your legs, the pleasure welling up in your stomach. The racing of your heart and flutter in your stomach making you feel overwhelmed. Unable to hold yourself back, you released more of yourself into his mouth.

His motions only getting rougher and faster by the second as you squeezed your eyes closed struggling to keep yourself together at the intense feeling. "George." You breathed out quickly, reaching for his wrist, squeezing it tightly. Grunts and moans came from your mouth as you reached climax as his tongue flicked against your g spot.

Your back arched as he slowed his pace, his tongue finishing it's job, cleaning you up.

He pulled away from your sweaty body, his lips glistening with your juices all over them. You struggled to catch your breath as you laid back, watching him removed his pants. "I hope you can still take my dick." He chuckled seeing your clit red and pulsating. He pulled them off followed but his briefs leaving his fully erect penis exposed for you to gawk at.

He came closer, grabbing his member, rubbing it slowly in front of you. "Can you handle this?" His voice softening at the sight of you exasperated by the intense pressure of being eaten out. You looked up at him, licking your lips only making him harder for you. You slowly nodded your head, bringing a smile to his lips.

He carefully held your legs open with one hand as the other guided his member into your throbbing heat. Slowly, he inserted himself into you making you shudder at the feeling of his thick, veiny cock entering your tight hole.

His eyes never leaving yours, as he slowly pushed himself in deeper, you winced at the pressure making him stop. "Are you sure?" He asked.

You put your hands on his shoulders bringing him closer to your face. "Yes." You replied back softly. After hearing your words, he rammed into as softly as he could. Your hands on his back as he began thrusting in and out.

Your fingers dug into his skin as he held your hips, your sopping heat closing in around his member as he continued thrusting. His grunts filled the room as your soft moans matched.

Slowly he built up speed, gripping your hips tighter, digging his nails into your thighs. You gripped at his back as the intense pressure of pleasure came back. Your soft moans turning into loud screams as he quickened his pace. The beautiful sound of skin slapping together becoming louder. The beads of sweat running down both of your faces as your bodies became hot and tired.

His hips moving against yours rhythmically as if you were two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly. Your legs trembled, feeling yourself reach your high as he was close himself.

Pumping in and out of you a few more times, his movements now sloppy as you released yourself over his member. George following suit seconds later. His thrusting coming to an abrupt stop as he released inside of you.

He stayed inside you for a couple seconds trying to regain his breath as you did the same. He pulled back to look at you. The sweat making his hair soaking wet making him look ridiculously handsome. His blue eyes, now tired but still looking into yours lovingly.

He looked at you, admiring your beautiful state. Sweaty and tired, you still looked incredible to him. He couldn't believe he could finally see you like this, finally be able to make you happy and satisfy you.

He pulled out, leaving you missing his touch. You closed your legs, still breathing heavily as he took a seat beside you. The sound of panting filling the room as he reached for your hand, rubbing circles into the top of it.

"Does this makeup for it?" He asked turning to look towards you. You quickly snapped your hands back.

"I'll think you owe me much more." You replied teasingly.

"I mean I'll eat you out everyday if I have to." He responded, a cocky little smile on his face.

"Hmm, I'll think about it."

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Taglist ♡ @pretendyoucantseeme @whisperturnedecho @sundarksposts @needf0rspeed @jakevwebber

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓-𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐘

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summary: the internet reacts to y/n and george down the line and how he’s always looked at her the same way, the look of love.

george clarke x fem!reader

smau! fc: tate mcrae

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y/n just posted!

liked by georgeclarkeey, livvydimartino and 467.351K others

y/n new video out now with my fav! go watch it now… or not… it’s fine. whatever.

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user OMW🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user oh george you’re looking GOOD

⤿ liked by y/n!

italianbach #needthat

⤿ georgeclarkeey Thanks babygirl x

⤿ livvydimartino ?

user guys just kiss like we all know

⤿ user LITERALLY

⤿ user did u guys see how he was looking at her the whole vid?😭😭

⤿ user no what happened?!?

⤿ user check twitter rn

⤿ chrismd10 looking now

⤿ user @chrismd10 GET OUTTA HERE

y/n just posted!

liked by georgeclarkeey, arthurtv and 1.8 million others

y/n eyes on me.

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user IS THIS A HARD LAUNCH ????

user wait a damn minute

arthurtv why did you put george on both slide 2 and 3?

⤿ georgeclarkeey Blocked.

livvydimartino cute! …but you’re mine…

⤿ y/n ok! whatever u say darling!

⤿ georgeclarkeey @y/n wtf?

user HEART-EYES CLARKEY

user obsessed with you

⤿ georgeclarkeey Is this my burner account?

user may a love like this attack me

⤿ chrismd10 real

⤿ user @chrismd10 did u like our twitter thread?

⤿ chrismd10 the screenshots are on the gc rn x

bonus! (bc it was literally my inspiration…)

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No I am the worst person ever, I was in the rhythm of writing after monster babble and had a ton of ideas, then night shift came and I fucking blanked! Like I rewrote black eye three times because I got too in my head abt it and just could not focus. I'm gonna lock the fuck in right now, thank you for putting up with my dumbass, love you lots 💕

Guys, I'm gonna cook this week, I have all night shifts this week which means do nothing for eight hours and that also means write fics for eight hours. I've been working on a Chris thing that I'll get out either today or tomorrow, a request that will be out soon, and I'll work on all the drafts I've neglected. Feel free to send requests as well if you have some... just saying 👀 💕

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hiiii i really liked your platonic!george + arthur + chris injury fic! would you be willing to write something similar with harry where reader is clumsy and gets bruises a lot and accidentally gives herself a black eye? he sees her at a sidemen shoot and then he freaks out a bit and get protective of her bc he thinks someone else did that to her but nah she's just clumsy

its alr if not but love your works, hope you're doing well !

Hey love!! Sorry it took me ages, I hope you enjoy it and it was at least somewhat what you were hoping for! You can read it here 💕

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Black Eye.

Friend!Wroetoshaw x Reader, fluff

[] requested💕

[] " hiiii i really liked your platonic!george + arthur + chris injury fic! would you be willing to write something similar with harry where reader is clumsy and gets bruises a lot and accidentally gives herself a black eye? he sees her at a sidemen shoot and then he freaks out a bit and get protective of her bc he thinks someone else did that to her but nah she's just clumsy

its alr if not but love your works, hope you're doing well !"

[] tw: mentions of bruising, cuts, scraps

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You woke up with a massive headache. You never get headaches this early in the morning so this was very strange. You sat yourself upright on the bed, actually getting out of bed was always difficult but you had to get along with your day since you have a sidemen shoot today. Their favorite camerawoman can't be late.

You slowly made your way towards the bathroom flicking on the lights and doing your business. Finally when you went to wash your hands, you saw it.

A big purple bruise on your right eye. You reached to touch it feeling a stinging sensation making you quickly pull away. The bruise reached all the way above your eyebrow to just above your nose. It was extremely swollen making it look even worse. How did this happen? You thought to yourself. You were perfectly fine before you went to bed. You tried to play out the events of last night.

I ate dinner, watched tv, and got ready for bed...

The memories came back of you bending over to pick something off the ground by the bathroom counter and smacking your face right on the corner. It hurt like a bitch but you didn't think anything of it since you're always hurting yourself. You just continued your night routine and went to bed early for the shoot.

Looking at yourself in the mirror now, you regret not caring for it last night as it has now gotten extremely out of hand. It looks like you were punch by a kangaroo. It was very noticeable and there was no way you could hide it all day.

You pulled out your makeup bag and began applying foundation, trying to somewhat make a difference. You caked on the foundation which made you look even more strange since you often don't wear this much. It's still quite obvious but not as bad as before. You put on a sidemen hat and some sunglasses to finish off. Hopefully the makeup lasts and no one notices.

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You arrived at the shoot and walked into the huge warehouse to see a couple of crew members already setting up. You quickly walked over to the crew table and put your stuff down, keeping your head low. You went about your routine as normal and began unpacking the things you need.

"Hey Y/n!" A voice said making you jump at the sudden sound. You turned around to see John holding his camera. "Hey John, what's up!" You replied cheerfully. "Whats up with the sunglasses? And the hat? You never wear hats." He said with a confused look on his face. "Oh, my hair was a mess today, and I just forgot to take them off." You replied with a small laugh to act as nonchalant as you could.

He stood there staring at you, as if waiting for you to take them off. You shot him an awkward smile as you reached for the sunglasses, slowly pulling them off your face. You kept looking down hoping he would change the subject. "Are you okay?" He finally asked, noticing your uncomfortable state. You picked your head up and saw his face immediately fall. "Oh my god, what happened!?" He shrieked, making a few heads turn your way.

You put your head down again hoping to avoid the now numerous sets of eyes on you. "John keep your voice down, I hit my face on my counter and now I have a black eye." You admitted getting a breathy laugh from him. "Of course you did! Did you even ice it? It looks terrible!?" He exclaimed. "Thanks for the confidence boost. I actually didn't realize that I had a black eye until after I woke up and now it's a throbbing mess. Does the makeup at least help a little bit?" You asked, reaching into your bag for your compact mirror.

"Not at all. The rest of your face is caked in that stuff, but the bruise is just standing out so much, seriously are you okay? Maybe you should see a doctor." You looked in the mirror seeing that the makeup you applied has basically slid off leaving you with a full face of makeup and a purple eye.

"I'm fine, I'll deal with it after the shoot." You replied recieving a nod from him. You two made small talk, mostly him laughing about how clumsy you are then he left to talk to Fin. You went along your business and helped set up.

After a while, Vik arrived since it was his video they were filming for. You said your greetings to him, trying to avoid his gaze, he noticed something was off but didn't mention anything.

More sidemen trickled in one by one until the one you dreaded arrived. Harry happily walked in beaming with happiness, greeting everyone on his way to you.

After being friends since childhood, you two are basically glued to the hip. You spend most days together, and during Sidemen shoots, Harry is usually lingering around you. The both of you messing around or just having a casual chat in between takes. Today was definitely going to be tricky because you didn't want him to see you like this.

He knows how prone to accidents you are and of course he's the same, both of you always ending up with cuts or bruises of some sort but this was different. You've never had a black eye and you were slightly embarassed by the severity of it.

"Y/n!" He called, walking up to you. "Hey Harry!" You replied back matching his energetic tone. You still stood facing away from him, pretending to be busy. "Do you know what we're filming today?" He asked, standing by your side, watching your odd movements since you were just fumbling with some wires. "Not really." You replied trying to keep your answers short and curt.

He gave you a look of confusion, he noticed how different you were acting immediately. He leaned forward trying to get a look at your face but you kept turning away. "Y/n, what's going on?" He asked, grabbing your shoulder about to spin you towards him.

"HARRY!" Vik shouted from across the building. Harry stopped and turned to look towards Vik who motioned from him to go over. "Hmm, I'll be back." He said his voice filled with suspicion and wonder. You released the breathe you didn't know you were holding. You smiled to yourself since you were literally saved by Vik. Now you have to last the rest of the shoot.

Filming finally began and you held the camera close to your face making sure no one could see your eye. Some of the crew members gave you odd looks but you shrugged it off. You noticed Harry's eyes were on you the entire time. He tried mouthing things to you but you couldn't reply since you were covering your entire face.

It was quite obvious that Harry was distracted by you. He couldn't focus on the tasks and the other sidemen had to snap his back to reality every time it was his turn. During breaks he tried to talk to you but you either were "too busy" or went to the toliet.

There was a moment when you couldn't hide properly and he got a glimpse of you. Once he saw it, his happy demeanor turned into one of sadness and anger. He was now a completely different person. It was visible to everyone by how annoyed he became at every little thing. He didn't even want to continue filming but of course he had to. He plastered on a fake smile for the cameras but his thoughts were clouded by your bruised face.

After a couple more hours of filming, the shoot was finally over and you were trying to leave as soon as possible. You hurried over to the crew table and began putting your stuff away when someone quickly pulled your arm making you face them.

Harry's blue eyes full of anger and sadness quickly softened upon seeing your face this close. "Y/n, what happened? Who did this? I swear I'll fuck them up." He exclaimed examining your eye. His hand reached towards your under eye gently running his fingers across your bruised cheek feeling how swollen it's gotten.

"What kind of bastard would do this, seriously Y/n, I want a name." He said, his face quickly turning red once again filled with anger at the thought of someone being the reason for your black eye.

"Harry, it's okay. I'm okay, it was no big deal at all. I just-" You began explaining when he cut you off.

"I'll round up Ethan and Jj and the poor bloke will definitely regret doing this, I'll tell you that." He said making you chuckle a bit. "Harry, what makes you think a guy did this? It could have been a girl." You teased.

"I'll punch a girl if I have to, I don't care." He said in a serious tone causing you to burst out into laughter. "Harry, no one did this to me! I hit my face on the bathroom counter." You explained through laughs at his comment.

"No way you did that to yourself! It literally looks like you were punched in the face! Did you ice it at least?" Concern on his face, now for a different reason. You shook your head 'no', Harry immediately grabbed your arm and took you towards the break area.

Harry sat you down on the chairs placed along the walls, grabbing some napkins and going towards the ice chests, filling the napkins with ice cubes. He made his way back towards you, sitting on the seat beside you. Carefully he placed the makeshift ice pack over your eye causing you to wince at the pressure and cold temperature.

"You dont have to do this." You said, reaching for the ice pack. He pushed your hand away with one hand while keeping the other on your eye. "Of course I don't have to, but I know you're not going to." He shot you a cheesy grin making you chuckle since you know he's right.

You two sat like this for an hour or at least until the ice melted, leaving a pile of soaked napkins.

Both of you tend to baby eachother when the other is sick, which is nice, but you always feel like a bother to him. What you don't know is that you will never be a bother to him, he'll always be there for you and you for him.

"How does it feel now?"

"Better." You replied shooting him a soft smile. "Good, it looks better too!" He said, playfully slapping your shoulder. "See! Look at the difference of taking care of it! Next time either you have to care for it immediately or just shoot me a call and I'll be there in minutes." He giggled getting up to throw away the napkins. "You're too good to me." You responded looking at your fingers.

"Well I just care for those I love." He sat next to you again wrapping his arm around your shoulder, squeezing you tightly. "But I also owe you this since your always healing my cuts and bruises." He laughed.

"Because I also care for those I love."