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cuntwetter · 2 days
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˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ SWEET NOTHING
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pairing: harry lewis x fem!oc
summary: madelyn has someone to run to for comfort, until she doesn’t
note: i live for this song
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madelynlinetti
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madelynlinetti: sweet nothing is now out < 3 i hope u guys like it !!
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user: stop it they’re so cute
user: the song is so them stop
user: THE SONG IS SO GOOD
wroetoshaw: ur amazing
wroetoshaw: i am infact in the kitchen humming this amazing song
user: THEYRE SO CUTE
zerkaa: freya is gonna be obsessed with this song
faithlouisak: amazing song!!
user: she’s always feeding us with the harry pics
user: i love them
miniminter: he is not gonna shut up about this
taliamar: beautiful song ! 💓
user: love love this song
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wroetoshaw
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wroetoshaw: this amazing beautiful girl, just released a song that u guys should totally listen to !!
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user: THIS IS SO CUTE
user: stop it they’re so in love 🙁🙁
madelynlinetti: stop thank u ml 🙁💓
user: he’s right she’s is beautiful and amazing
user: he is her sweet nothings
miniminter: man is whipped
wroetoshaw: very much so
user: i love them so much
zerkaa: very good song
user: adorbs
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MONTHS LATER
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madelynlinetti
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madelynlinetti: i don’t wanna live forever ft. zayn (internally screaming) is out now!! this has been in the works for a little bit i hope u guys enjoy! reckless coming soon !!
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user: ZAYN???
user: next time it better be another 1d boy so they regroup
user: THE VOCALS
user: this is lowk a diss to harry
user: “wondering if i dodge a bullet or just lost the love of my life” HELLO??
faithlouisak: you’ve done it again!
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user: she always eats w these songs
user: ANOTHER ONE IS COMING??
taliamar: i love u (and zayn)
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madelynlinetti
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madelynlinetti: reckless is out now < 3
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user: now this is a diss
user: she eats once again
user: such a good song omg
taliamar: gorg gorg girl
user: i love this song
user: she’s so mesmerizing
user: harry fumbled
faithlouisak: so good!
user: this song is so good??
user: this is obvs about harry
user: this has the same theme as sweet nothing
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harry ❌ what the fuck is up with ur new songs?
madelyn that their good?
harry ❌ cmon
madelyn what? did u want me to write a song praising you?
harry ❌ no, but two songs dissing me?
madelyn what did u expect harry.
harry ❌ for u not to say anything?
madelyn technically i didn’t say anything, and our breakup wasn’t necessarily that private
harry ❌ still mads, i’ve apologized to u, and so has nina
madelyn well what do u want?
harry ❌ are u free today? i want to talk to u in person
madelyn alright
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madelynlinetti posted a new story!
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[ caption 1: fearing for my life. caption 2: 😛😛 ]
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note !!
they did not get back together
im not very happy w this but yar!
taglist !!
@hiireadstuff @evie-119 @s1eep-o @mylifeisstaire @dark-night-sky-99 @405rry
@d3kstar
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w2soneshots · 19 hours
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Harry seriously wanted that point😆. Josh really said "oh wow"😭
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wroetojaw · 7 months
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SIDEMEN BRUTALLY RANK MORE YOUTUBERS | H. Lewis
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚
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summary: cozy day in with your boyfriend and watching the sidemen
tags: fluff, w2s x reader
warnings: slight cursing (not really)
a/n: instead of doing my literature essay I completed this story hope you guys enjoy!! more stories and stories about other youtubers are coming soon! ⋆。˚
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“Welcome to MoreSidemen, where the Sidemen, talk badly, about other youtubers” Simon says as the others cheer jokingly.
You giggle quietly while watching the video, leaning back into your boyfriend’s arms. Harry said you were one of the people they ranked and asked if you wanted to watch it with him. And, of course, you agreed because who wouldn’t. You watch Harry as he gets up from the couch to go get a snack.
"You look good in this video by the way," you complemented him as your eyes wandered back to the screen. "I reckon I look good in every video, don't know what you mean..." He remarked. You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him when he sat back down next to you only to be grabed by the waist and pulled closer to him.
"They are our friends, so don't take any of these seriously," Simon continues with a disclaimer, knowing how the internet would react if he didn't. "Maybe not for much longer if I get ranked last for any of the nice ones." You say, half-accusingly glaring at Harry. He puts on a guilty look and shrugs.
"Which Youtuber would you most want backing you up in a fight, we have seven people." The said seven people then popped up at the bottom of the screen. It was you, Deji, Theo Baker, Callux, Danny Aarons, Randolph, and Calfreezy. “Oh shit, it’s my girlfriend oh no,” Harry says, putting his hands in his face. The guys laugh at him and Vik says, “someone’s sleeping in the dog house tonight.” "Bro you better watch what you say."
"Who'd you want most", "Well Deji has got to be number one", "Yea Deji number one," they say in agreement. "Hey! What about me," you say, turning around to pretend to punch Harry. He ducks out of the way and says, "Come on Y/N, he's literally a professional boxer". "Yeah well...I can throw a punch too." You grumble, turning back around to face the television.
"...Theo's up there because he's pretty w..." You hear your boyfriend say in the video. "I could take him down," you mutter. "I know you could okay Y/N," he says as he kisses the top of your head. The guys continue discussing their rankings, not once mentioning you at all. "Okay now hold on a sec, because I personally think Y/N could pack a punch you know, I feel like she's got the temper enough to take a bitch down." Simon reasons with the group.
"Remind me to give Simon a big hug the next time we see him." You say gleefully, happy someone finally recognized your strength. "Yeah, I agree. I think she has the ride-or-die kind of mindset because she will fight for you and what-not, god I love her." Harry says. You look up lovingly at him and kiss his cheek.
"So we're going Deji, Theo, Danny, Lux, Y/N, Freezy, Randy," they say as they list out their rankings. "Are we sure about Freezy and Randy?" Tobi asks, to which Harry responds, "Y/N loves getting into fights so yeah..." You glare at Harry, unsure if it was a compliment or not. "You know she's actually mad strong. The other time she accidentally turned around and elbowed my stomach and it had a huge bruise for a week," Josh added. "Does that mean you're just weak then?" Simon says. The lads just laughed and before Josh even tried to defend himself, Simon already started talking about the fan's rankings.
"Randy's third? And Danny's six?" Simon says in disbelief. "No way I think Randy and Danny swap," Harry says, he looks down the lists and sees you've been ranked at sixth. "Wait no way they voted Y/N as last. Guys have you seen her during our challenges, she would take a bitch down," Harry continues. You thanked him for 'defending your honor' and gave him a big smooch on the lips.
They continued to disagree with the fan rankings, but you honestly couldn't care less anymore. Knowing that your boyfriend thought you were tough and could hold your own was enough for you. You begin to dose off as the video continues playing, hearing Harry chuckle every now and then when his friends make a joke, as he combs your hair unconsciously.
However, one of the questions you hear as you fall asleep catches your attention. "Which youtuber is the most attractive?" You sit up, curious about what would be their rankings. The rest of boys in the video look at Harry, thinking that he would instantly say his girlfriend, but boy were they wrong. "Number one Callux," Harry says immediately. You both burst out laughing as he continues to try and correct himself, in the video, realising his girlfriend was also in the list. You pretended to act offended as Harry 'apologises profusely', peppering kisses all around your face. You couldn't help but giggle at your boyfriend's adorableness.
Laying back down in your boyfriend's arms as he wraps them tightly around you, with the video playing in the background, you look up at Harry, wondering how did you get so lucky and how much you love your life.
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teewritessmth · 5 months
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#Instagram Au (02)
Harry Lewis x f! reader
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y/n.y/l/n me surprising him during his shoot and the aftermath when we got home🤭🤭
sza damnnnnn
wroetoshaw I have a surprise for you too
---ksi man, don't ruin it for her
---behzingagram harry I'm gonna smoke you if you spoil it
---vikkstagram MAN NO
---y/n.y/l/n good god what is happening
uwersdd I ship yall so bad
---amiji girl same
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y/n.y/l/n I have no words...Greatest surprise I have ever gotten.
wroetoshaw told ya I had one for you
---y/n.y/l/n you're the one for me
---zerkaa get a room please
---yedeh4m I love you guys
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wroetoshaw I love you @y/n.y/l/n, always have always will.
y/n.y/l/n Love you more than anything @wroetoshaw you sexy, handsome man.
tobijizzle i'm gonna cry
haileybieber best wedding I have been to
drake Up top g
---wroetoshaw thank you, man
sidemen Never been happier
siwass WHAT
---redwe fym what?
---siwass how are they married, I thought she was wit that mark guy or smth
---eduh bitch that was 7 years ago
---siwaas ...........................
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g-xix · 7 months
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Sidemen NSFW Alphabet | Harry Lewis
Little bit of Harry Lewis smut never did anyone any harm! Let my know whether you wanna see this for more Sidemen- who's next to write the NSFW alphabet for? Let me know, and in the meantime, enjoy this W2S pic:
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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) Sweet boy once all of the sex is done. Gives soft, chaste little kisses against your back and neck and lets you have a moment to recover whilst he runs a bath. Carries you to the bath and sits down before helping you get in with him- your back against his chest, his humming sending vibrations into your body whilst you sit in the comfortable waters, closing your eyes whilst he massages your scalp with shampoo... Super soft aftercare.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) Made this headcannon before, but probably the tummy. You might be a bit insecure about it, thinking it doesn't look as toned as you want it to- but Harry couldn't care less, in fact, he loves it right where it is. He'd love resting his head on your tummy whilst your on the phone- just so that you can run your hands through his hair and make it all spiky and messed up whilst you talk, him just zoning out to the sound of your pretty voice and enjoying your presence... And sometimes just when spooning or cuddling, Harry reaches around to put his hand on your stomach- just liking the feeling of having something to hold. Always makes you laugh because it's kinda ticklish, but it never stops him from reaching around to touch his fave part of you- showering your stomach in affectionate kisses and rubs.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Inside you. Probs started the relationship with condoms but both of you felt it was too restrictive, so you got onto the pill- which was when Harry started his anti-condom phase, absolutely drunk on the feeling of cumming inside you- absolutely insisting to doing it every time. Life's never been the same for him since that.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Probably that he likes being dommed every so often. Sometimes he likes brat-taming, other times he just likes being able to be controlled- told to lie back, marked up with hickeys, get praised- sometimes even degraded. Oh god, this man would just love you being vocal in the bedroom. When he's on top and fucking you he's trying to make your neighbours remember his name. And when you're on top of him, hand wrapped around his throat and squeezing it just enough to have his head spinning, he'd want you to tell him how well he's doing, or say those degrading words that only added to the pleasure.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) Definitely knows what he's doing, like, he isn't inexperienced per say. Can do it and leave you satisfied, but that doesn't mean he isn't gonna try new things. Would wanna discover different things with you just to see whether either of you like them... And probably has a few weird experiences that he brings up every so often as if "Being put in a gimp mask" is an ordinary thing.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Depends on his mood- missionary is his all time favourite, but if he's in the mood for it, then cowgirl can't top it. He likes being able to see you- your face and the way your tits bounce every time he thrusts or you ride, when your on top. As we've established, when he feels like being dommed- nothing beats his hands on your waist, supporting each of your bounces whilst he watches your tits jump with each thrust- your hand also strategically wrapped around his neck so that you can lean forwards and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. And when he's horny and has the higher drive than you, he'll pin your hands above your head and pound you in missionary, his other free hand able to roam up and down your body- squeezing your chest or giving extra stimulation to your clit.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Generally, he's quite horny-brained and can only think of pleasuring the two of you. But sometimes, if you're riding and his mind wanders for a moment, he might just let out a "helicopter, helicopter... aaAA-" Which does indeed make you stop so that you can just burst out laughing at him.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) There's hair down there. I think generally he's quite comfy with however it is, but occasionally he'll shave it down a bit so that it doesn't become a jungle down there. November's always rough, as he is an active participator in Movember. But as soon as December comes 'round, best believe that man gets SHEARED.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Really very loving. He's passionate and talks dirty when the two of you are clearly insanely horny- but often times he enjoys pressing soft kisses against your body and making eye contact to bask in that beautiful expression you always pull when you're pleasured. Very intimate post-nut as well- will help clean you, tell you that you were amazing, press loads of little chaste kisses to your body...
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Can have a wank if you're away doing something, but prefers to just go to you when he's horny. Doesn't like the thought of doing something sexual without you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Hickeying and marking one another up. He loves pulling his shirt off at the end of the day and admiring the possessive marks you'd left across his chest. And he knew the both of you loved seeing those bright red markings across your collarbones and chest whenever he took your top off- and if there weren't any- he'd make sure you left with some.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Bed. It's comfy and he knows what he's doing there. Doesn't like doing it in other rooms because he it feels unnatural and isn't much of an exhibitionist- no, he's quite happy doing it in the bedroom where he's accustomed to whatever you want to do
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Seeing you doing anything that could be mildly sexual. Seeing you bend over to put the oven tray back in? He wants to fuck you bent over. Seeing you on the rodeo machine on a night out? Suddenly he wants you to ride him. Seeing you doing yoga in the bedroom? Suddenly he wants to rip those leggings open and fuck you right then and there.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs) I think he's very experimentalist- down to try a lot of things- but probably not feet. He could laugh about "Gobbling a toe" with his mates, but in reality the thought of a foot anywhere near his face icks him out immensely. Prefers the both of you wearing socks whilst fucking, oftentimes.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Something tells me he'd prefer giving. Getting head was all well and good- but the feeling of your thighs wrapped around his head with a bone-crushing pressure, hips bucking and grinding down- riding his tongue whilst he closes his eyes and laps up your pussy is something that is in his eyes- unparalleled.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Fast in the fact the both of you are chasing your highs. Sex is mainly for pleasure for the two of you, and so you'll both use each other to cum, before spending proper quality time together afterwards.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Not a fan of them. Likes being relaxed with no time limit on sex with you- nothing's a bigger turn-off for this man than STRESS, and knowing that he has to leave in 5 minutes? The thought of having to fuck in the short space of five minutes is too much for this man.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Happy to experiment when you both have the energy and all the means to try something new... But doesn't like taking real risks. If it can wait, it can wait, and if one of you are likely to get hurt in the process or something, he'd rather not try it. Taking risks is fine with him, unless it involves the possibility something could go wrong and end up harming you
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Probably just one round... Doesn't need to go another because he knows overstimulation isn't the biggest kink for the two of you
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) I'm gonna say he doesn't have toys for himself or use them on you. He knows if he's horny he can just go to you, and the same applies to you
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Not much, I don't think he'd really tease at all- he'd be too horny and needy to play with you or tease you- instead just fucking you. However when you were in the mood, there was always something special about teasing Harry- giving little signs in public and brushing against him knowing how it made him felt- riling him up made sex even better, somehow, as he pounded you harder than normal, giving stars in your vision
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Not stupidly loud- he lets out grunts and low groans whilst he's on top and leaves you to make all the loud noises. The first time you dommed him, he ended up letting out a little whine. That shocked the both of you, and you both sort of stared at each other for a moment in surprise- but you later admitted you kinda liked that, and so whenever you're domming, he now lets out high whines and sometimes even moans.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) One time you decided to experiment with rope. Something about tying you up to the bedframe felt really just morally wrong to him, and he didn't feel comfortable fucking you whilst you were vulnerable like that... But when you gave a go at reversing the roles? When you tied his wrists together behind his back and rode him- leaving hickeys across his collarbones and neck whilst you bounced on his dick- he realised he really liked rope.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) Probs above average but nothing that'd be unmanageable or insanely big... Something around six inches, maybe a bit more- but thick, and always leaves you filled
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) I think he has a v reasonable sex drive- isn't constantly thinking or needing it. When he does want it though, he's quite needy- constantly asking and pressing kisses to your neck to let you know he needs you
Z = ZZZ (Do they fall asleep straight after? are they tired or still have energy?) I don't think he'd fall straight asleep, but would definitely be tired or lethargic straight after... Lazily gets up to grab some water for you and runs a bath for the two of you to sit in and just relax... Not one to do anything very high energy post-sex
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33-81 · 5 months
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@whoetoshaw is the reason why I have baby fever
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PERIODS — harry lewis
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pairing: harry lewis x fem!reader
warnings: periods… NOT REALLY A WARNING BUT YKKK, swearing, suggestive-ness, medication
Whoever said people your age couldn’t have sleepovers, could go and do one—because you absolutely fucking could, you and Talia proving said notion right now; your boys were off again, somewhere abroad for a sidemen shoot and leaving you and your best friend alone. Instead of getting all weepy and mopey (over a boy, never you) you and her decided to make the most out of the lack of testosterone—after you’d dropped your boyfriend off at the airport, all innocent smiles and pretty fluttering lashes, you’d zoomed off (probably breaking several speed limits) to get to your best friends new home.
When you got there, she’d opened the door with an excited screech despite expecting you and you returned it despite knowing she’d been the one to open the door. After of long embrace where she didn’t wanna let you go, you finally convinced her with the promised of pizza and brownies. Hauling your overnight bag in, you’d began your girly night—music booming, comfy clothes on, gossip upon gossip and so many laughs your whole body was in tatters as you made pizzas and brownies (admittedly, hers were better but she was literally Mario’s second cousin, it’s to be expected)
Food in hands and smiles never leaving your faces, you’d taken off into a race into a race for the living room (you won, obviously) and began your evening of movie watching—from 10 things i hate about you to It, then legally blonde and Tangled, and many more, . . .you had quite the night. However both of your highlights was when you discovered you both started your cycles on that particular day—before your boyfriends had left and around basically the same times: it had you both in tear inducing laughter for two minutes. You’d ended up taking a Polaroid of you both grinning while holding up Flow (the period tracker app) and showing you both having the exact same cycles.
Twins.
That was yesterday—now you were both lying in a miserable heap of pain and exhaustion in Talia’s king size bed, hot water bottles on your abdomens and remaining snacks being shovelled into your mouths as you both snuggled and occupied yourselves on your phones.
You smiled slightly when your boyfriends name popped up over TikTok but grimaced afterwards as your stomach turned horribly.
harry🤍
gd mornin xx yu okay luv ?
me
you’re actually illiterate
harry🤍
and you can’t punctuate, we all have are own flaws. anyway i hope ur good, we’re landing at 3, want me to pick u up anything?
You grinned wider, deciding to piss about.
me
yeah actually can you get me some jumbo tampons!! thank youuu x
harry🤍
what. they do JUMBO? i mean thats, at least their being inclusive. good on em 👍 wait bloody hell love, you’re on again already? swear i don’t know how you still have blood in ya
me
yeah it happens to be a monthly thing, harry. 😄😄😄😄😄 also im with my gf so you might have to whisk me away before me elope xxxxx
harry🤍
she’d get you a shitty ring anyway i’ll get in simons lift home then and you can drop us off. … i love you, gotta go, see you soon gorgeous
me
love you too smelly 😜
You looked over at Talia at, miraculously, the same time she looked up at you and when she wordlessly showed you her phone, showcasing messages of her asking Simon for XXL pads, you gasped laughingly and showed her your messages to Harry. She made a shocked face before meeting your eye and you both burst out laughing, only to groan as you ached all fucking over.
“I hate being a women.”
It was now half two and while Talia was effectively making your day better—you both were still in immense pain. You’d migrated to every living room (you loved it so much, you could cry) and both had a sofa to yourself, Mushu (their adorable dog) was nipping at some toy from where he was sat by the telly. You both were on your phones for the most part, last nights episode of Love Island that you’d absently recorded now playing on the TV as you both munched away on the breakfast Talia got delivered—McDonald’s breakfast for you and she had a spiced cheesy omelette from this little breakfast place.
“When do you think Harrys gonna ask. .?” Talia looked at you from her place on the sofa, wiggling her ringed finger mischievously with a glittering smile, one hand still firmly against her stomach.
“Probably never.”
“Bullshit!” She shot back instantly, sitting up and pointing firmly in your direction as she ignored the pain she was in in favour of reassuring you. “Babe, you have not seen the way that man looks at you when he thinks no one is looking. Like, seriously, he has literal heart eyes for you and don’t even get me started on how he speaks about you. It’s like your the best thing in this entire world to him, really. Like you’re some kinda goddess or somethin’ he always looks so awestruck by you.”
“. .probably cause I cook him dinner.” You offered with a shrug, smiling lopsidedly, and Talia snorted with a head shake.
“Or you are his dinner.”
“I mean, he does—“
“Ah! WAIT, NO. Stop, no more, please.”
You grinned at her, sparing a wink before cooing at Mushu happily and urging him to jump up on you, which he did. Your entire demeanour seemed to soften as you wrapped your arms around the large grey ball of fluff.
“He’ll probably ask you soon.”
“Natalia.” You threw her a mock serious look and she put her hands up in a surrender motion, finding herself all too funny.
“What—have you seen you?” Talia retorted, faking a dreamy sigh as she readjusted herself on the plush material of her sofa. “I’d kiss you, marry you and fuck you. Repeatedly.”
“Miss Mar. . .” You jokingly trailed off.
“Have my babies?”
“I thought you’d never ask!”
“We should really do this more often.” Talia pouted at you, friendly love bright in her irises as she pulled her blanket more around her body. “I miss hanging with you, sexy bum.”
“Miss you more, baby cakes.” You winked at her dramatically, mouth falling open just like Fred Weasley and she giggled back at you, snapping a candid photo.
“Speaking of babies—“
“NATALIA HADDOCK.”
Approaching four o’clock was when your boyfriends finally rolled up—you and Talia didn’t actually notice at first, you were both laying down on the living room floor with Mushu next to you and a mediation video on the large screen, giggles slipping past your lips even as you attempted to be quiet. You would’ve sat up but considering your cramps. . .‘twas a no go.
“Keep your fake lips shut, Cruella.”
Talia squawked in offence at your comment but kept her eyes shut for the purpose of mediation, blindly lifting a manicured hand to swat at you.
In that moment, your boyfriends both walked through the door, trading odd looks at the silence in the home (if there was anything you and Talia were together, it was not silent). Simon lead Harry through the house, more confused than anything to where his fiancé was but when they heard whooshing sounds from the living room, they both stopped uncertainly.
Harry quickly picked up a random umbrella from where they were sat, just in case.
However, when you hesitantly stalked into the living room they didn’t expect to see both of their girlfriends laying sprawled across the floor in starfish position with a mediation video playing on the large TV. They both paused, trying to repress their amusement and Harry instantly got out his phone—zooming into you to take some photos.
“Feeling zen, yet?” Simon inquired.
“So zen.” You both confirmed, simultaneously.
There was silence for no more than a second before you and Talia both let out startled exclamations and sat up straight—immediately groaning out in pain after as your stomach cramped and ached (day 2 was your personal worst day for pain/cramps).
“Woah. Woah, woah.” Simon paused at the in sync groans of pain, “listen. . .I know you both have like, interlinked emotions but please don’t tell me you can feel what the other feels?!”
“Boy.” Talia gave him a deadpan stare.
“Help.” You urged your boyfriend, reaching out your hands expectantly and he rolled his eyes fondly as he walked over to you, large hands taking your smaller ones in his own and he tugged you up from the ground, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into him. “Hey stranger.”
“Hey.” Harry mumbled back, grinning widely as he pulled you flush against him, digging his head endearingly into the crook of your neck and leaving two swift kisses, your sweet aroma surrounding him and clouding his thoughts as you hummed, running your fingers through his short hair.
“No PDA in my house!” Simon exclaimed.
“Shush,” Talia tutted—unimpressed with her fiancé, “don’t listen to him. Harry, kiss my girl all you want just. . nothing more, preferably.”
“She’s not your girl.”
“Am I not?” You played clueless, faking a confused look at him before going to step over to your best friend, only for him to tug you back against him, large, muscled arms wrapping around your front to hold you back.
“Disgusting.” Simon blanched. “Do that in your own home, please.”
You and Talia both rolled your eyes in sync: you turned your head to smile up at your boyfriend, pressing a loving peck to his soft lips and then his bicep before gently tugging his arms off you, getting ready to say bye to your friends.
“Bye beautiful.” Talia grinned, her arms coming to wrap around you with a careful tightness. “I love you, let me know if you need anything—also, we should really really do this again soon. I love spending time with you.”
Feeling your heart warm, you smiled back at her genuinely. “I love spending time with you too, Lia. Next time we can make lasagna and cupcakes. . .the Tom and Jerry ones.”
Talia squealed slightly, pulling away from your hug to press kisses to both your cheeks and then your forehead.
“You’re the best. Miss ya’ already.”
“Missing you more.”
A few minutes later, you and Harry were finally out of the mini-mar household. Your boyfriend had finally resigned to carrying you when you had fully stopped walking and hunched over slightly in pain from your cramps—he’d sighed, like the tired boyfriend he was, then gently picked you up bridal style and ignored Talia’s obnoxious awes and how she took several pictures.
(She totally didn’t put them on her story)
“Spoiled princess, ‘s what you are.” Harry shook his head jokingly as he carefully put you down in the passenger side of your own car that he was driving cause you were in pain.
“Ain’t that the truth.”
He grinned at you, looking up through his lashes as he did your seatbelt for you, one of his large arms caging you in and the the other free arm reaching over your lower half to tug the seatbelt tighter. He looked similar to an angel in that moment—sun illuminating his features, those fucking blue eyes you were a sucker for and you felt a trail of sparks on the skin his hand purposefully brushed over.
“That tight enough?” Harry inquired, cheekily.
“So tight.” You responded with a snicker of your own and he rolled his eyes at you, tugging a strand of your hair briefly and you feigned a dramatic wince as he left you, shutting the door to your side and climbing in the drivers side.
You looked over, rolling down your window readily as you knew what was coming—when your car started to take off, Talia opened up the window closest to the driveway, popping out her head with a gorgeous gleaming smile.
“BYE BYE BEAUTIFUL, I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON!”
“BYE GORGEOUS—SAME GOES FOR YOU, CALL ME!”
As you did the ‘call me’ symbol with your hand and gave her a dramatic wink, she giggled before ducking her head back indoors.
“Might as well date her.”
“Might just, y’know.” You smiled at him sweetly, turning on the radio for background noise like you always did, “Smells a lot than my current partner anyway?”
“He can’t be that bad!”
“No, really, he stinks of piss.”
“I beg you fu—“
He cut himself off, grin faltering as he heard you wince in pain, frowning softly as he looked over at you.
“Hanging in there alright?”
“Mhm.” You hummed, smiling tensely.
“I got you something.” Harry mentioned, peering over at you and when he saw you looking him with that adorably confused look, he nudged his head backwards and your eyes followed—landing on the Tesco bag in the backseat.
“My jumbo tampons?” You cackled to yourself.
“No—I did look though—“ Your laughter increased in volume, ignoring the aching pain overcoming you as best you could, “Oh—Oh. I see now, they aren’t a thing. You played me.”
“What? No, never.”
“I smell deceit.”
“I smell piss. Oh, wait, it’s just you.”
You giggled at yourself and while he tried to playfully glare at you, he couldn’t quite keep his smile at bay as he stared at you.
Curiously, you reach behind you and tug the Tesco bag from its space in the back, lugging it into your lap and opening it up—your mouth immediately pops open in an awww when you take in the two sets of cupcakes, your favourite chocolate bars, the sanitary products and some pain medication.
“Harry. .”
“Don’t mention it, I beg.” A sheepish crimson blush coats his pale cheeks at your tone and your evident heart eyes. Jesus Christ, were you pretty. He was so lucky to be able to call you his, that much he knew for sure.
“Thanks, handsome.”
“Yeah, yeah anytime man.”
You arch a brow.
“Anytime, love.” Harry corrects, flashing you an equal parts amused and sarcastic smile as you nod your approval to the changing pet name.
When you finally arrive back at your apartment complex—Harry’s already out of his side of the car as soon as it stops, and then he goes over to you, opening your door and looking down at you. He lets at a dramatic heaving sigh at your doe eyed look, scolding his skin for flushing and heart for picking up.
Effortlessly, he takes the bag off your hands with one hand and pulls you from the car with the other, once you’re out the car he lifts you up easily with one arm and you wrap your legs around his hips, arms around his neck.
“Hi.” You mumble, grinning mischievously as your acrylics scratch at his beard.
“My pretty troublemaker.” Harry huffs affectionately, squinting down at your bright smile fuelled by mischief. “Don’t you dare bring attention to us, this is embarrassing enough.” He nearly whines.
You merely smile, a kiss to his cheek to tide over his anxieties.
The walk was going pretty smoothly, but as soon as Harry stepped foot into the elevator, another set of footsteps followed and his eyes shut miserably, leaning down and sighing into your neck hopelessly.
“Hi Effie!” You immediately perk up at the sight of the older woman—Effie was this sweetheart fifty six year old who lived on the floor below you and Harry, a vast lover of plants and animals with a hatred for men (you loved her, Harry was scared of her).
Harry barely refrains for niping at the soft skin of your neck in reprimand. Of bloody course.
“Hello dearie.” The older woman, hair a dyed purple shade and silver septum hanging from her button nose, greets you with a calm smile. Effie was evidently unfazed by the scene in front of her—if anything, she was proud that you were putting your man to work. “How are you today?”
“Oh I’m grand, Ef.” You smiled so charmingly that as Harry stared down at you, he almost forgot he was even supposed to be annoyed. “How are you? How’s Tia, I miss her!”
“I’m well, thank you, dearie. Tia misses you too, I assure you. Perhaps you come down tonight, I can bake us some cookies just how you like them.”
Harry paused, bewildered. Did his girlfriend just get hit on by a grandma?!
“I—“
Before you could even get a word out, the elevator dinged open to your floor and Harry wasted now time practically sprinting out with his arms possessively entangled around your frame; you quickly exclaimed a startled ‘bye Effie’ over your boyfriends shoulder before the elevator doors shut.
You quickly distracted yourself with how you could feel your boyfriends muscular biceps as he held you up, your acrylics took to touching and tracing them as he bounced you up further on his hip. You closed your eyes, leaning further into him and humming at the delightful scent of his cologne, the soothing vibrations of his body as he quietly chatted away helping to dull the aches in your own body.
“You alright there, y/n?”
“Never been better.” You smiled up at him and he gives you an amused one back, kissing your forehead softly as he finally opens the door to your shared apartment—once inside, he readily manoeuvres the both of you to the sofa where he carefully places you down, handing you the bag of food and your favourite blanket he spots on the lone armchair. “Thank youuu.”
“Spoiled princess.” He names again, but the smile on his face is enough to melt you despite his words.
Harry then goes into the kitchen as you try and adjust on the sofa more comfortably, face screwing up as a particularly harsh pain washes through you—your abdomen clenching. To distract yourself, you search through the Tesco bag and smile to yourself as you take out the first batch of muffins.
You mindlessly click onto WhatsApp, taking a photo of the bag of goodies and sending it to the girls groupchat with a little ‘make your men do this for you, pretty ladies’ and instantly being met with gushing from them all.
“Showing off my expert shopping skills?”
You startle—gaze flickering to your boyfriend who smiles at you, that smile he saves just for you and it makes you feel so special and warm every time. Your eyes dart over him, noticing the hot water bottle he now clutches (you love that hot water bottle—it’s got this absolutely adorable cover of a lama).
Fucking hormones, you think, as you feel a wave of emotion hit you at how much he’s done for you.
“Hey,” Harry noticed the quivering frown you now adopted and internally panicked, did I do something? Hot water bottle in hand, he hurried towards you, kneeling down on the floor beside where you were laying and twirling a pierce of your hair around his finger. “Hey. What’s wrong, love, hm? You in pain?”
“Yeah.” You answer him shakily, that’s not why your suddenly upset. “I love you.”
If he’s confused—he doesn’t show it, he merely smiles at you comfortingly, leaning in to gently press a kiss to your lips.
“I love you more.”
You smile up at him and his face softens completely at you—he’s so fucking in love. And yes, these thoughts of his are incredibly soppy, but, he couldn’t help it. The girl of his dreams, the love of his life, the prettiest person in the world, was currently staring at him like he hung the moon and the stars. . . he’d never tire of your beautiful face, your radiant smile that flustered him every damn time.
When you move so he can slide in behind you, he eagerly takes the invitation. He slots in behind you on the sofa, pulling you atop him with your back against his chest; he takes the hot water bottle, your favourite one, and carefully moves up your shirt before pressing it against your lower stomach and keeping his hands there to hold it in place, pressing a thoughtless yet meaningful kiss to the side of your head and you snuggle back into him.
“Oi, give me a bite.”
“Fuck off, it’s my scran.”
“Yeah—and who’s card did it make a dent in?”
“Our card, handsome.”
“. . . Spoiled princess.”
And that’s how you spend most of the rest of your day—intertwined limbs, goofy grins, soft kisses and joking insults.
(He’s never been more in love)
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10 MINS OF X AND Y BEING THE CUTEST CHAOTIC COUPLE | h. lewis
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summary: a compilation of your and Harry’s best moments as a couple caught on camera. [7.5k words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: this has been in the works from I think before christmas so i had to get it out there pre-babybogs 😭 i just wanted to take my time and really think through the scenarios. deeply anticipated, so i hope the wait was worth it! i found it adorable to write and hope you enjoy! consider it a thank you for 800 followers!! 😚💗 don’t forget to reblog! <333
THE DAY YOU STUMBLED ACROSS the video was a day your younger self would have never expected:
▶︎ 10 minutes of W2S and Y/N being the best couple on YouTube. | 10:19
Considering you’d only just began giving back to people who followed you online for you, after years of Harry’s protectiveness of wanting to hide you, you were a little surprised to find such compilations online, and kind of chuffed about it. You hardly ever appeared in his videos, only spotted walking past the room or mentioned in a story.
Always too scared to be yourself incase they didn’t like you, in case you were too much, you were kind of seen in the beginning as Harry’s quiet and camera-shy girlfriend.
Until Lockdown happened, Harry felt like it was finally time to give in and give the viewers what they’d been longing for for years: you in a video.
They knew you were there all along and they’d met you in a few clips, but they wanted that proper appearance from you, not just a glimpse of your figure walking around the room. Hearing you gasp when a computer chair hit your door or tell him off from the side when he broke a controller — it wasn’t enough. They wanted to see what Wroetoshaw’s girlfriend was really like. Harry was apprehensive, of course, but he came up with a funny idea and he could do with the views, knowing the fans were desperate to see another face than his.
So he gave them the shock of their life; a revolutionary moment in his channel history:
He gave in and posted a Reddit Reacts with you.
From then on — you were engulfed in the YouTube world. Posted on his channel, featured on the Sidemen, invited onto other’s channels and showing up in clips from friends’ holiday vlogs now that Harry wasn't telling them to edit you out of them. He let you embrace it. You flourished online, becoming extremely popular and gaining more than enough attention for Harry’s liking, fans were almost mad at him for keeping you hidden in the dark so long, wishing you'd been put out there sooner.
It didn’t take long for fans to realise why you and Harry were together and how you’d stayed such a strong, happy couple these last few years - you were just like each other and it was both the funniest and cutest thing to see. You were the next big thing since Zalfie.
Years later, he still had a nervousness to him when you were posted online, just wanting you to be sheltered from anyone who dared try to take you down, but, as anyone could see: you were Wroetoshaw’s GF. You couldn’t be brought down.
Luckily, in the short time span of your internet breakthrough, you got love online; you were toxically favourited, unofficially crowned the Favourite Sidemen GF of the lot and on the path to plucking the crown off Molly-Mae’s head for favourite UK girly celeb influencer. Oh you were coming for her, when you got your vlogging camera it was over. Easily way more liked than her and fun to watch. You were quite literally just your boyfriend in girl form which made you so entertaining.
Although your relationship was something you both savored and you weren’t big on PDA to begin with, catching moments of you two together was like finding gold in a coal mine. You couldn’t recall any moments that stuck out in particular so you were apprehensive to see what the video may include, but your relationship was a second-nature and you could only imagine them to be pointing out things that you didn’t even realise you were doing at the time. If you had to take a guess, you’d bet money that most footage would be from your friend’s vlogs or family members' Instagram stories — the only ones you couldn’t fight to take down their exposing of you.
Your younger sister, Sophie, was the worst for snapping photos of you both in your family home. She posted anything and everything. She didn’t give a fuck what you said and she didn’t give an even bigger fuck in what Harry said. In fact, fans had picked up on the running joke of her always being the one to share you two constantly walking around with the most bitchiest, judgemental faces ever. The one of you in the living room, watching This Morning when both your faces were identically disgusting by whatever it was being said from Holly Willoughby, or standing in the kitchen, both leaning on the counter, arms both crossed, confused, screwed up faces on full display as your Mum rambled on about some neighbor drama. Your friends always said you guys were the worst for concealing your faces - always thinking the same thing and not needing to say anything for them to know. Zerkaa had posted a photo of him and Freya at a festival and you and Harry had photobombed behind them, your arm slouched over his neck while your heads faced to the left, clearly judging somebody in the crowd with your little wristbands and pints in hands. Neither of you meant it, it was a natural reaction, and you both knew about it because it’d been shone light in Harry’s Reddit compilation vids where he spoke on it.
Your relationship was revealed a lot as well through Harry simply slipping things in on behalf of his personal experience in videos and podcasts, whether it was flattering to hear or not:
“Your Mrs ever get angry at you when you sneeze? Mine does.”
“Love a finger up the ass.”
“How am I supposed to lose weight when she brings home a fucking 30-pack of donuts?! Does she stupidly expect me to not eat them?!”
His Reddit videos were practically the only thing he’d let you in on, and you weren’t mad about it. You, and the fans, loved when you would squeeze onto one chair and go through the many memes and compilations made involving your boyfriend and his friends. “Can you hear ok?”
“Yeah,” you answered, putting the earphone he handed you in your ear as you shared a set. Harry was in control of all the clicking and scrolling, although the amount of times he glanced at the camera before hurriedly scrolling past something was endless. The amount of times you found yourself going “NOW NOW NOW, AH AH AH, what was that?” and forcing him to go back.
To be fair, you were surprised the computer chair you shared hadn’t snapped yet. “Harry, we’re both so heavy, how has this not broken yet?” you muttered as he moved the camera a little to the left. Your legs were always balled up in his lap or sat comfortably on his thigh, always feeling the weight of the leather chair push down with the pair or you. You weren’t the lightweight 17-year-olds you once used to be. So many times you would slightly maneuver to let viewers hear how creeky it’d become, brows pulled together stressfully.
And then one day it did. The chair did break and you were for some reason surprised. “Did you save—” you froze in the position of putting you arm around your boyfriends neck as both your eyes widened. “Y/n,” he said, not moving an inch. It was like there was a shark in the water. And then you just slightly lifted your leg off the floor and BAM. “Wh–AHHH!”
“FUCK!”
The chair snapped and rocked back, but of course the weight of you two elephants sent it flying to the floor, Harry’s arm wrapped around your waist as you fell because if he was going down - you were coming with him.
“Fuck me.”
“Ow, a wheel just pegged me,” you rubbed your bum whilst picking it up, sharing a giddy laughter.
But the Reddit videos continued once his new throne was delivered, and you resumed in your usual spot. “Now, look what happened the last time,” he grunted as you threw yourself down on him, “you and your fat arse.”
You gawked at the camera, as if questioning viewers if they’d just heard what he’d said. “Don’t talk about my fat arse,” you flicked your hair over your shoulder while he flinched from it getting in his face, usual, “you’re heavier than me.” And then you had him pulling away again as you starred at yourself in the monitor, unknowing your chest was quite literally blocking Harry’s view and making it hard for him to see what he was doing. For fuck’s sake, his face evidently read, although he kept quiet as you settled and wrapped your arm around his neck and shoulder. There could have been a montage alone of Harry trying to move and see past your chest.
“Don’t you love it when your boyfriend is out of the house and can wear his shirts to do your makeup in?” You have a sarcastic smile to the camera as you went live on Instagram for the first time in forever to give your highly-anticipated makeup routine. “Harry takes it so bad when I wear his stuff getting ready. He hates it when I get makeup on a top, hates it. I actually get nervous when I hug him or lean up to kiss him and get foundation on his shirt,” you tapped the collar, “I just don’t say anything,” your mouth opened as you beagn applying your mascara, realisation dawning on your a few moments later. “. . fuckin’ don’t know why, I wash them anyway. He wouldn’t know how to work our fucking washing machine.”
“—YOU ARE THE WORST FOR THAT!” You looked at him in the chair, trying not to smile at his shameful look taking his face. “If there is one thing I hate more than anything else is somebody referring to their mate’s girlfriend as a dog. Like even as a joke, I hate it. Calling anyone a dog. I literally — I think it is just so disrespectful and low, like childish,” you were pinching your fingers, getting the point across of how much you hated the phrase. “Straight up, calling someone’s girl or mum a dog? So rude.”
Harry was smiling at the computer screen, letting you ramble while you sat on his knee, knowing he was guilty of it. “You literally said it last weekend.” You craned your neck to give him that ‘really?’ look. You know? Insulting other people as usual on a night out? “You can’t say that.”
“Why not?” he almost rolled his eyes.
“How would you feel if someone said I was a dog?!”
He shrugged at the camera like it was obvious. “I’ll call their girlfriend a dog if they look like a dog. Mine doesn’t,” he summed up, trying not to laugh at the camera as it sounded almost stupid it was that obvious, and you shouldn’t have felt as flattered as you did at his meanness towards others.
When the webpage was loading, you often found yourself singing or humming a song inbetween — or in this clip’s case, a football chant. “Harry Maguire—” you subconsciously began, drumming your nails on his desk, “Harry Maguire! He drinks the vodka, he drinks the jagers—”
“And his head’s fucking massive!—” Harry joined in from the bathroom.
Everyone timestamped the minute, commenting how this just proved how perfect a match you two were.
The next clip was from an old video from what must have been 2018 — one of the first times you’d been in one of Harry’s videos for a few seconds besides passing by the doorway, when you’d ran in on him filming in a panic: “HERB JUST ATE MY PILL.”
Not just a pill. Not just a packet. But the box.
Four packets worth had been ripped to shreds by your new puppy at the time.
“What?” He swivelled around in his seat, confused by what you meant.
“HARRY,” you said in disbelief, feeling like you shouldn’t laugh, but the sight of the packets chewed to pieces by your male puppy dog — you couldn’t believe him. He was actually so stupid. “LOOK.” You could tell so many questions were running through both your heads.
Did you take him to the vet?
Was he going to die?
What the fuck were you gonna do with no birth control?!
Harry was just as shocked as you, but also, trying not to laugh. He didn’t know what to do either.
There were also a couple clips you’d watched that you’d never seen before. Some that really melted your heart ‘til it was a puddle. The boys had been answering a question for Side+ and their faces seemed torn. Your boyfriend spoke up, “I-I dunno man, I— sometimes you hear, or I hear stuff about what lads do to their girlfriends like—someone they love and I’m like—” the boys were completely with him, knowing what he was trying to say. “Like I read something in the news and I just . . it makes me want to go home and just . . ”
“—hold your Mrs?”
“YEAH! Love her! Like, I dunno, like it just weirds me out. I don’t get it, man. How is that love? How do you class that as love, I-I-you—I,” he gave up after stuttering so long. “Don’t get it. Worship your woman. Protect her!”
You were a puddle.
“Would you do it?”
“Swap bodies with my girlfriend for a day?” He tilted his head uncomfortably at the next conversation topic on Side+. “You would?”
“Of course!” Ethan boasted, imagining him and Faith in switched positions. “Being a woman for the next 24 hours?! Could you imagine!”
“And you’d let her shag you as you?” Simon asked.
“YES?!”
“Nah, nah, I-I don’t know,” Harry scratched the side of his head with a finger, playing it out in his head. “I don’t . . I don’t know if I would want to be her and . . do the things she does—?” the more he tried to explain the more he knew he was going to say something he regretted and that he did. The boys were laughing while he just wanted to shrug off the whole conversation.
“Huh! On the receiving end?” Ethan giggled while Harry pretended to not hear his comment.
“No. I dunno. Dunno how I would feel about her as me acting . . as her— I DUNNO!” It was just weird. He’d think he’d be pretty scared of you bossing him about in his body. He didn’t think he could handle that. Oof, goosebumps.
The next clip was one that made you claw at your skin, you cringedddd so hard. Harry was on stream, for once, a Saturday night in whilst you’d went out for what was supposed to be ‘a few.’
No. You’d come thumping home after a 12 hour binge and it was only approaching 11PM. Harry, sat on his computer, laughing at the game his was videoing when he shot a nervous glance to the camera as he heard you come tumbling in, a ruckus going on in the living room as your heels hit the floor, your bag being chucked onto the counter and sliding off onto the ground also. Suddenly, he got the urge to call it a day and get off cam.
Well no. Not without you saying your own little goodbye to his audience.
“HEYYYY,” the door hit the wall, and Harry hadn’t even flinched.
“You alright?” He tiredly smiled at you as you greeted him like one of the girls, on edge with his camera being live and you suddenly showing up pissed out of your mind. He looked at you but kept glancing at his screen as if trying to tell everyone to brace themselves. He felt so awkward. He didn’t trust you in this moment.
He shuffled a little out of frame on his chair as he knew you’d come straight to him, fall in his lap for a snuggle and that you did; wrapping your arm around his neck for a tight squeeze and a big kiss on the side of his head. “Oh my God. It was so bad today,” you pushed yourself off him, standing with your hand on your hip, hair completely wrecked and skirt wrinkled from bunching up all night. “Well not bad but you know what I mean,” you puffed, feeling out of breath, looking him up and down. Not just a snack, but a full course meal. “What you doin’?” You backtracked your way to the door, going to change out of your current fit, hoping he would follow you wherever you went.
“Streamin’,” he smirked, watching you begin to take your earrings out, long legs wobbling in your wedges.
Streamin, ooo, you mocked him in your head, raising your brows at him before attempting to unbutton your shirt, knowing it was impossible with your acrylics. He was watching you, trying to end his stream but also waiting for the moment you completely wiped it in those heels. “You want flashed?”
“Eh?” Harry was taken back as his eyes darted around the screen.
You were wheezing into yourself, you were laughing that much, trying to pull up the tight material up over your head at his door but it was not on. This was not getting over your head.
Harry’s eyes were nearly out of his sockets, moving his camera even more away from the left in case any inch of you appeared on cam, his heart rate accelerated as you fought the shirt off you, tits almost spilling out of the vest you wore beneath it. “Y/N! Jesus Christ!” He didn’t want to laugh ‘cause he didn’t want to encourage you but you were on one, and he couldn’t help it, laughing, holding his hands out to keep you away from him. “STOP! Now.” He said, kicking up his leg to keep you from taking a step closer, his foot an inch from your leg. You just looked at him humoured, and flashed him, finding his reaction the funniest thing in the world at that moment as he did his best to ignore and turn off his fucking monitor.
“HURRY UP!”
“Y/N! Just go! Go to bed — go to the-the room,” he stuttered, laughing, getting himself flustered as he ushered to get out the door.
You stood at the door for about 5 minutes, still egging him on, getting told to leave before lifting your top up again, sending him to silence before escaping to your room, where you couldn’t wait to hear his footsteps thud in after you.
Another clip you were caught lacking in was once again when he was on stream and you’d just come out of the shower, rubbing the back of your thigh with a face of discomfort, your leg feeling bruised from the hour long bike ride you’d both gone on last night around London. “Harry, I feel like I slept with your dick in my ass with the pain I am in today. I am never riding those LimeBike— are you recording?”
“You ever get when your Mrs starts to look in the mirror too long . . and you get nervous incase they start to realise how good-looking they are compared to you?” the boys burst out laughing at Harry’s shared insecurity and giddy laughter into the mic. Glad he wasn’t the only one. “Sat like ‘ay! ay! ay! Cut that out!’” he chuckled as the boys agreed and laughed with him.
“You ever find yourself pulling one of your Mrs’s hairs out your arse crack?”
A two-second shot in a Sidemen sunday had pulled at some heartstrings, blink and you missed it - it had all the girlfriends swooning. Checking to see how much time he had left for a challenge, Harry pushed his phone in his pocket, his lockscreen on display and for everyone to nosey at — the most cutest thing ever being the most cutest photo of you on his screen - such an innocent, candid pic nobody would expect him to have picked out of everything. The picture was a couple years old, but it was his favourite because it provided him with so much comfort without him even realising: a simple pic of you getting water from the fridge dispenser back at his home in Guernsey, freshly showered and in a pair of fluffy Primark pyjamas, smiling as you told him a story when he snapped it, getting oddly sentimental at the captured memory. You weren’t even looking at him, but he’d been leaning on the door frame waiting for you, and had a moment of realisation of how cute you (still) were. And his. His cute little girlfriend. In her polar bear pyjamas.
A clip from Rosie’s story also made it way into the video, a 10 second video of her zooming in on Herb wearing his cute little bow-tie collar, but fans were more interested in you and Harry in the back, laying on the living room sofa, heads directed to the TV, you running your nails up and down his back as he looked to be falling asleep.
You also loved seeing his response when the boys made little jokes or brought up the internet’s claims about you and how you were . . quite literally the most stunning person they’d come across. You were the easy target for his friends to stir up and get him worked up. He usually played it off by a certain petty look to the camera, used to them but still never knowing how to respond to them. Unless it was an unusual guest or participant’s in other video — fans could tell the difference from an unimpressed stare to an agitated stare:
“And you’re Wroetoshaw – Harry Wroetoshaw! Ain’t you the one with the really hot girlfriend?”
“Harry, you are getting grilled on this pitch— you getting dom-ed on and off the pitch!”
“His Mum’s leng. His sister’s leng. His gi— his wife is fucking leng, bro—save us one!”
“Your girl seems like a potential MILF, I could see that.”
You clicked your bronzer closed, “every time I hear the start of that song . . the same beat to Harry’s disstrack . . my heart drops to my stomach. I don’t know why but I immediately get the urge to go hide.” You explained as your TV played the song in the advertisement.
“—Can you explain what song you were singing in this vid? It was the fuckin’ Men in Black song!” One of the girls had got you in the back of their video and zoomed in afterward of you (like you usually did at festivals and parties) swinging with your arms around Harry’s neck, singing whatever lyrics to whatever song it was, usually parts you felt related to your relationship. “Obviously Harry doesn’t know it, he doesn’t watch films,” you told your eyes at the lens, “but I was singing it and he . . was just looking at me like . .”
“—the look of love.”
“—like I was a big, fat bag of coke,” you raised your brows, reflecting on the soft memory as you sat with your arm around his neck now.
The next clip was the time you’d done a ‘stitch’ with (thee) Sasha Rebecca’s TikTok of her taking health vitamins and having a lil self care moment, fulfilling that Clean Girl aesthetic. You stitched it to show the two complete different sides to being the girlfriend of rich dumb boys:
You stepped back to get your full view of your knotted ponytail compared to her slick back bun, Harry's football top and pyjama bottoms in contrast to her wearing an aesthetically pleasing silk pyjama set, and the mess of your kitchen with drinking bottles and glasses compared to her clear, dazzling marble countertops. However, the video was barely 5 seconds long when you’d tripped stepping back, almost going down as Harry flinched at the crash, for you to exclaim, “oh shit! your fucking drug scales!” you'd tripped on, picking up the tiny red scales to slam on the counter from the floor.
It was obvious who the UK’s favourite couple were.
“—Lad! I dunno what the fuck you was doing but the other week, waiting for a taxi from Theo’s—” Ethan looked at Harry with an open mouth. “You and your Mrs lying on the sofa, don’t know what was happening, this man—” he piped up, explaining to Simon, Vik and JJ on the podcast, “she’s lying there on him, running her pinky nail along your bottom row teeth?—” Harry’s hands held his face as the embarrassment overtook him, cringing in his skin as he realised joe weird that sounded out loud.
“EH?”
“Huh?” The other 2 pitched in.
“It-it-it-it—” he gave up. He didn’t know how to explain it. They just wouldn’t get it. It was the strangest habit ever and what was worse was that he just let you do it. Always a pretty, pedicured pinky nail touching his bottom row teeth while you could be glued to the TV. No. It was weird. Harry knew it was weird, you knew it was weird, but, you’d done that since your first year together. You didn’t even mean to, when you caught you else’s doing it, you always retrieved a hand — NO! What was wrong with you. Nah, he knew viewers would find that explanation probably disgusting but . . hey ho.
He was still flustered and laughing trying to explain himself. “Lad, I–I assure you there is way more disgusting things she coulda been doing instead.”
Your first Sidemen video was a cameo when the boys were getting ready for another $100 vs $100,000 Holiday when you’d received a call at 4:00 in the morning after just getting back to sleep from your brainless boyfriend who forgot his passport. You reassured him he had to have it in his bag but when you went downstairs and saw it sitting next to the key bowl, you groaned making your way to your car. “Here she comes! Here to save the day!” Zerkaa’s vlog camera zoomed in on you shuffling through the airport. You felt off having so many cameras on you -and for their main channel- wearing the first set of clothes at the top of the wash basket, bare-faced and tired-looking. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you,” Harry immediately spewed from his mouth, a little flustered having you on camera for everyone to see you interact - and also needing you to come give him his passport at the airport. He was smiling, and you hadn’t said a word you were that tired, but you just handed him it with a shake of your head, humoured by his forgetfulness. He knew the boys were pointing their cameras at him but he didn’t care so much as he put it in his hoodie pocket and thanked you again, not wanting to keep you any longer. “Thank you. Love you, love you,” he gave a quick kiss on the head before letting you go, laughing nervously as before tou waved to the camera and the boys, ready to jump back in the car and drive for another hour and a half back home.
“No but d’you ever get when you Mrs comes over and sits on you and you think . . oo,” he clapped and rubbed his hands, “getting lucky, and then she just twists your head and starts squeezing every zit you’ve ever had on your face?” Your boyfriend casually said to the boys.
“—If I don’t go deaf from the festivals i’ve seen in my time, it’ll be from Harry’s fucking snoring.”
“You haven’t sucked your girlfriend’s toe?”
“ . . you say that like you’ve sucked your girlfriend’s toe,” Tobi pointed to him as Vik and JJ laughed along with him.
“Who gets jealous more?” He read out to you, the two filming in his room.
“Harry.”
“Y/n.”
“No, Harry. You—”
“You do,” he shook his head.
“You—”
“YOU D—”
“You do, stop showing off for the camera,” you squeezed his face with one hand, fingers pushing his cheeks as you said through fake gritted teeth.
He flung your hand off and laughed while you lay your head on his shoulder shyly in hopes he didn’t expose you and your jealous tendencies right now. “Harry noooo—”
“Y/n gets jealous—” he pinched your leg.
“OW! Don’t touch me!”
He looked at his camera lens. “Erm. Can we go back to two seconds ago—” he showed you grabbing his face. But it wasn’t painful.
“Shut up, you liked it,” you squinted at him as he fought to throw you off the chair.
The camera did a retake with the Off Air screen inbetween.
“NO! Harry — listen,” you inched closer to the camera, “Harry tries to — Harry comes across as a guy who doesn't show he’s jealous, like—” he was tickling you, nipping you to shut up and it wasn’t working, you were fighting his hands off. “You need to look out for it, if so–someone says something and Harry goes all quiet and seems calm and collected,” you were struggling to get the words out with his tickling of you, nearly springing off your seat. “He is actually going lethal inside, he’s raging—”
“You know how Y/n’s jealous?!” He spoke above your laughter and your getting your own back of tickling him, “her mugshot comes up on the news ‘cause she’s— KILLED THE PERSON!—” her shot out as you got his ticklish spot under his arm. He jumped off his chair before you could continue.
Videos sprinkled throughout of you both in the back of your friends’ posts, mostly the festivals ones, that tugged at your heart the most because anyone who looked could easily see the two of you were dying about the other. Your habit of singing every song to Harry as if you meant it, or mouthing rather, being caught, whether it be I Got U by Duke Dumont (because that summed up your entire relationship) or This is What it Feels Like by Armin van Buuren — you sang like you were serenading, “ask me what I did with my life,” how you wished it was just you two on vacation at the minute, “I spent it with you. If I lose my fame and fortune—”
“Really don’t matter!” Harry mouth just as passionately back.
“—as long as I got you, baby!” Harry wouldn’t lie that he grew fond of this little habit you had when you were both drunk or sober. There was something about it though when you were under the lights shooting from the stage, high on life at an exotic festival, feeling like it was just you two — even better when he managed to sing back in his peppered state. It made your heart laugh. Your own love language.
“Funny story nobody knows? Erm,” you thought deeply at his computer. “We were in ibiza and Harry came in hungover looking for pain killers . . and he took like, like the packet for the week . . like just kept it on him, you know . . aaaand whole time he was taking my pill instead.”
Harry sat on the computer chair with his finger by his mouth, smirking slightly embarrassed as he recalled complaining for ages it hadn’t done anything.
“We had to get a new mattress before ‘cause y/n—” the camera cut to Off Air right as you slapped your hand over his big mouth.
He was in the middle of filming a SideReacts, Josh, Simon and Behz on with him, sharing the screen. You were pissed. You could hear him laughing, joking away while you were starring at all his pile shit you’d told him to lift literally 50 times so you could finally make a start in your fucking room. You didn’t care he was filming. The boys hadn’t edited it out either, when the sound of his door opened and suddenly everything on the dresser behind him slid off as you shoved all of his belongings onto the surface, sending other bits of furniture and items on the floor with a crash, probably breaking a thing or two. The door slammed after, and while the boys went silent, Harry’s brow twitched, fingers covering his mouth as he tried not to laugh for you to hear — “. . . reckon she’s pissed off?”
The boys exploded in hysterics.
“Can someone answer me why my girlfriend likes to listen to her phone on volume 100?”
“I got this – woke up to this in Mykonos one morning,” you rolled the sleeve up from your shirt to show the camera propped on the desk. It said you & i in a dainty form and you couldn’t have been more lost the first time you saw it. “I don’t know what it’s from, what it’s for,” you gave an awkward look as Harry smiled humorously from his computer chair. “I—if—if it’s the One Direction song like . . okay, but I don’t even like One Direction that much? I don’t know why I got it,” you looked to Harry like he could give you a valid reason, but how would he know. It was when you’d both broken up. Fans always asked what it was and you were embarrassed you could never give them the meaning behind it because you genuinely didn’t know, although, the most you’d been able to piece together to make sense was a very sentimental one, and Harry adored that answer (even if you’d told him in a drunk confession) and he wouldn’t let anybody else know. “I said to you it musta been that song. I think I did it thinking of you. And thought it would mean we’d still always be a pair of some kind ‘cause I put it on my skin, out into the universe,” you slapped the ink. “There’ll always be a you and I. Nothing can come between you and I realistically; nothing can turn us against each other . .” you looked at him, “you can make me dislike you, but not finish with you. Forever.” You raised your brows, rambling from his lap. “Ya can still make me root for you.”
Harry’s ego liked to believe you’d thought of him drunk during your girls’ holiday and got it on behalf of you and his history. His heart wore a medal.
“—and then I got the Guernsey flag here, but it’s getting removed so that’s why i’m only showing you it,” you ashamedly lifted your top to show the tiny yet humiliating drawing beside your rib.
I mean . . who does that? What other Sidemen Girlfriend would do that?
“‘Harry’s Mrs the type to get her jaw broke and click it back into place to go on and kill the bitch,’” JJ laughed aloud as he read the tweet off the screen and everyone laughed, Harry having no words but to close his eyes and just nod - because yes, he could so see that happening with you.
Another Side+ clip that had you yearning for your boyfriend to hurry up and come home so you could smother him in your kisses. “I—I disagree!” He hit the red button. “I don’t understand people who say a relationship should be hard, like genuinely don’t.” He began to rant to the boys. “Like, mate I remember in school my mates used to complain about their girlfriends, saying they were like, super fuckin’ high maintenance— don’t have a fucking girlfriend then?”
The boys all laughed at him but it was true what he was getting at. “Like lad! Mate, your relationship shouldn’t feel like a–a chore, it’s – it should feel effortless, like, it should not feel like you’re making an effort, it should just come naturally. There is no effort to be made, d-do you get what I’m saying?” He turned back to read over the question. “Or I mean at least mine feels — if you’re in such a good compatibility, it doesn’t feel like work.” He wondered if everyone understood him. “I think so, anyway.” Harry gave his relationship advice of the year.
“Oh. Faith just sent me a TikTok,” you opened it whilst live-streaming on Insta once again, a smile naturally making its way to your face as you noticed it to be a Sideman fan account, and your heart swelled watching the edit of Harry in his younger days, acting a Teenage dirtbag. It actually had you contemplating a lot. “. . how as my boyfriend not killed himself?”
“She actually bangs though, doesn’t she?” Harry’s fingers were by his mouth, the grin on his face wide as he watched one of the viral vids of you on the internet from the festival you'd gone to just last year - but your dance moves had striken everyone who watched, his Reddit had reminded him. You were so unexplainably good. He felt like it wasn’t even you he was looking at as you moved so smoothly with those funky glasses on, stealing the attention of everyone. “Alright enough of that, we get it, she’s too cool for me.”
“—A lot of you give me shit but let’s talk about what Harry did to me,” you tilted your head at the camera as his grip tightened nervously at your hip, your arm sling around his neck as he began to sweat. He was already shaking his head. “The other day the boys asked on SideCast what his favourite holiday was—”
“NO! NO! NO! You can’t! You’re not!—” his hand covered your mouth but you fought to keep it off, the smile taking your face as the guilt and embarrassment washed up him. “You can’t say that—”
“Harry got asked—”
“Y/n! No!”
“Harry got asked what his favourite holiday was or memory or something and d'you know what he said?” You tried to dodge his hand. “He said New York. When it snowed—” you wriggled in his grasp, trying to ignore his tickling to shut you up, “I—I'VE NEVER BEEN TO NEW YORK!”
It was true, it had just happened the other day and Harry still couldn't believe he’d said it.
“I was like ‘you’ve never taken me to New York?’ and he was all ‘we did! We did! It snowed and all, remember?!’” you pulled a face at the camera, knowing those could relate to the little heartache you must have felt in that moment despite acting unbothered. “No. Clearly someone else—”
“—it wasn’t even my favouriteee,” he whined loudly, covering his eyes cringingly. “Dubai was my favourite. Greece!—”
“Yeah, yeah. You say that now,” you pretended to ignore him as you proceeded scrolling down his Reddit.
“No, Y/n it actually is. Our first holiday together was actually my favourite holiday of all time—”
“Mhmn.”
“I SWEAR!” He wasn’t even lying.
“Ok.”
“IT WAS! I swear!” He tried to look at you, forgetting about the camera because this was still eating him alive. You’d already laughed and got over it but . . well clearly not . . you needed one more joke to dig in his ribs.
Upon not getting you to say what he wanted and claim you were only joking, he went in a slight huff, stealing the mouse and clicking through the page. “Your favourite holiday was Mykonos, so. . .” he pettitly shrugged. “Riding that mechanical bull every night.”
You pulled a face. Wrong. “Wasn’t the only thing I was riding,” you smirked at the camera.
10 seconds of silence followed, and then you added, “I rode a camel too,” and Harry added the photo to back your point.
“Can someone answer me why my boyfriend plays his videos out loud right before bed, right in my ear as I’m trying to sleep? Like is it a competition or something, who’s phones the loudest?”
Once again, he sat holding his mic from the Side+, engaged in convo with the boys as they discussed more pet peeves. “Do you get annoyed when your Mrs wears your clothes?” Simon asked the other three.
Harry was tilting his head in thought as the others basically answered yes, while Harry debated. “Y–you know what it is? I don’t . . not really,” he squinted. You wearing his clothes meant smelling like him. “Lik—but she wears ones,” he laughed, realising how dick-ish this would sound. “She’ll wear one I completely forgot about, like I haven’t seen in so long and then I’m like . . well now I woulda worn that one!” Vik and Josh laughed loudly while Behz nodded, relating completely.
“—mate! Harry just takes off! Him and Y/n, all the time!” Ethan agreed with Josh’s previous point. “Come back the next day with the wackiest story ever, remember you said something you ended up getting a tour of a jail in Morocco or something-” he asked from across the podcast table.
“Yes! Yes I—I— sorry you lot don’t like your Mrs,” Harry tried to defend his drunk antics. “like I do. We take off and venture any chance we get. We like adventuring—”
“They take off to talk about everyone else,” Josh pointed.
“I’ll not even deny that, my friend.”
“OH MY GOD, Y/N! WHAT NOW?!” Harry picked up the ringing phone for the third time post his loss in a GTA vid — if you couldn’t tell from the sour attitude. The boys were laughing at the sound of his voice and the evident frustration. “SERIOUSLY,” he unlocked his phone, “YOU ARE THE SOURCE OF MY EVERY HEADACHE, WHAT — hello? No it’s okay. What’s the matter now?”
Tobi was wheezing from his room and Behz was covering his mic to hide his squeaky laughter, the change in tone being the ultimate send off.
“—yeah. Yeah ok. Ok, no problem. Bye. Love you.” He threw his phone to the desk and proceeded with his meltdown of losing yet another game, now having another thing for them to take the piss out of.
“Ay— you love her, though, Boggo.” Tobi could read him like an open book, smiling at the obvious translation.
I mean, you were the only one in his contacts with a heart emoji beside your name.
Harry huffed, stuttering,“—do I?”
You had to laugh at that.
“—I loved my dinner last night.”
“OH FOR GOD’S SAKE!”
“HERE WE GO AGAIN!”
“NEVER-ENDING OF THIS DINNER!”
“What?! What? What?! It was delicious! A—a scran and a half!” He hit his first to the desk as the other six laughed.
“Did Y/n make you it?” Josh asked.
“Obviously.” Vik laughed.
“You don’t say,” Ethan laughed as he relived the group chat from last night. “He hasn’t shut up about it.”
“It was magnificent.”
“Scran?”
“Ultimate scran.” He answered Simon, patting his stomach.
“Wasn’t the only thing scranned last night, was it?” He laughed like a schoolboy. And you know what? Harry couldn’t lie to him. He tried to hide the smile as he tilted his head apprehensively, raising his brows at the camera.
Another cute clip was one you could only see your hand but clearly cute enough to have made the cut. Harry was simply speaking to his camera in his computer chair, explaining a situation whilst unscrewing the lid off a jar before passing it to the hand with (the signature) pink acrylics to the side. Every girlfriend ever knew the struggle, and discreetly awed at the kind act from your boyfriend. Wholesome.
Or, Harry simply attaching a mic to your shirt when you’d visited during a SideCast sesh. You were giving your input off camera before the boys told you to get involved, and adoringly, Harry stood towering you, fixing the tiny little mic to your top, the difference in height majorly noticeable as you made your boyfriend look even taller than he was. Fans didn’t miss the way you looked looked up at him through your lashes, or him coyly smiling down at you as he fiddled with the wire.
You might not have been the tallest, but it was you who had the attitude like you were 6’5 in the relationship.
One of the most recent videos had been the most iconic to date as someone had questioned your knowledge of the words to Harry’s disstracks and he put you to the test, telling you to come here and sit on his knee and prove yourself to his followers. There was something so iconic and wholesome to see you speak sing (almost) every word with a pair of sunglasses, despite it being a diss-track. “‘Creature’ was shit. Why did we have to wait four months for it. You said you were evolving but you didn’t do bits, you just turned into the first male - with tits!”
Following that, you and Faith created your own little viral section as you both duetted each other’s TikTok, lip-syncing to both your boyfriend’s tracks as if you were personally attacking the other, and Simon had told Talia to get involved during her stream. You liked to think you took the crown though, knowing she wouldn’t get the great satisfaction you got getting to say the iconic line of “you made the other guys! But you didn’t make me!”
Oof, that was some major BDE right there.
You both watched another video of you -an edit rather- you too busy jamming to the ‘I’m Good’ song and reliving the moment you were in at that time, feeling free and alive during your holiday, feeling like you were truly living your best life. “I just get happy looking at her. ‘Cause I know it took her alot to her to that point,” you smiled at yourself, seeing how happy you finally were after your break up. It was like you weren’t even looking at you.
Harry liked seeing how happy you were, anyone could tell you were living life at that moment . . but also . . living it a little too much without him being in it. “Yeah.” He waved you off, clicking on the next post as the camera zoomed right in on him, “you’re never allowed to be that happy again without me.”
Simon displayed a question on the projector. “Most likely to be late because of their Mrs?”
Everyone voted, and the answer was obvious. And everyone knew the exact reason. And Harry shamlessly side-eyed the camera.
Yes, he may have 6 yellow cards from being late to shoots — but every shag was worth it.
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propertyofwicked · 2 months
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sea sick | harry lewis
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content warning - mentions of sick and throwing up
short, fluff <3
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you usually didn’t mind helping the boys with filming. it wasn’t often - only for big videos where the boys split up - and since you were the only girlfriend who wasn’t publicly known, it made it easier to avoid suspicion if you and harry were seen together. it wasn’t a big deal at the end of the day you’d just rather avoid the hassle of having a big online presence.
today, however, made you wonder who you’d pissed off in a past life to deserve this. in hindsight, you should’ve realised that when harry said it was a fishing video that it would involve being on a boat. you’d suffered with bad travel sickness your whole life in cars, boats and planes, so getting on a boat and filming could not have been a worse plan, especially with the hot sun and loud men screaming into the lens. so far, you’d been on the boat for close to an hour, trying to distract yourself from your stomach doing backflips by focusing on filming the boys fishing. as long as you stayed in the centre of the boat you weren’t rocked about too much and it became manageable. but every time you had to move locations, sitting on the side of the boat began to bring your breakfast up to the back of your throat.
as long as you could keep it together for the next hour, no one would suspect that you felt violently sick, and you could maintain some aspect of professionalism. focus on the content, and not the blood draining from your face. and it was going so well.
the boat hit into a wave, sending the boat rocking a little to much for your liking. your response would’ve gone unnoticed had harry not been talking directly into your camera with a direct view of your eyes widening and you swallowing a lump in your throat.
“you ok?” he asked, eyes softening and his voice lowering at the sight of you pale and clearly lost in your own head.
“yeah, don’t worry i was just thinking.” at the end of the day, it was easier to lie - you don’t want to take him away from the video.
“hey, you don’t look great, ill take the camera just sit down for a minute, yeah?” he said, reaching for the camera before you could even respond.
“harry, i promise you im fi-”. suddenly it was all coming up and out of you without a moments notice. thank god he had taken the camera or it would be covered in your breakfast.
he put the camera on the bench and walked behind you, holding the sides of your waist to manoeuvre you to the edge of the boat. you’re hands grabbed the railings and your head stayed over the side, eyes screwed shut. harry’s hands come up to your hair, pulling it back and rubbing small circles on your back until you were done saying goodbye to any food you’d eaten that day.
after wiping you mouth on the back of your hand you turn around and rest your forehead on harry’s chest, tears falling down your cheeks. you didn’t mean to cry, it’s just something that happens when you throw up.
“im sorry i just, i hate boats.”
“don’t apologise. it’s my fault, i knew you got sea sick and i still got you to film for us,” he said, hand on your chin pulling your face up to look at him and using his thumb to wipe away a tear, “don’t cry, it’s ok, you’re ok. i think we’re stopping soon. i’m sorry.”
“it’s not your fault, i could’ve said no - i should’ve said no,” you respond as he presses a kiss to your forehead. at the same time, you hear the sound of someone else being sick, and look over to see tobi sat on the floor.
“oh for fucks sake, not another one,” kon laughs, zooming his camera in on tobi.
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LOVER BOY ⠀,⠀ george clarke.
synopsis ✩ what it’s like dating george clarke!
warnings: mentions of sexual behavior.
authors note: i have had so much muse and inspiration to write for george recently. love our silly guy so bad! i also have tried to write more sexual content for my thirsty folks out there so i hope it lives up to expectations. arthur next ;)
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• love language is either gift giving or psychical touch!
• is the type of boyfriend that will randomly pick up things from the shop for you without you even asking.
• “want anything?” “no, i’m alright.” and then he comes back with your favorite snacks and a stupid little trinket.
• a big lover of hugs from behind + adds little kisses on your neck and shoulders when he does.
• will not let you be the big spoon ever, im sorry mates.
• he always has to be the big spoon. i have a feeling he definitely likes feeling like the more masculine person in the relationship.
• but LOVES to lay his head in your lap and let you play with his hair.
• kisses your thighs sometimes when he does because he knows it gives you butterflies.
• leaves hickeys there where only he can see them.
• doesn’t mind pda, but doesn’t overdo it. when youre out he will hold your hand and put his arm around your waist, but isn’t one to kiss you in public unless it’s an appropriate moment.
• his go to nicknames for you are probably “darling” and “love”, he’s pretty simple.
• likes to be dominant in bed, but also doesn’t mind when you ride him and pull on his hair slightly.
• always sends you the stupid black cat and white cat memes, but they are so accurate.
• loves when you tag around with his friends. bonus points if you do content creation, he likes when you all film together.
• he jokes about loving arthur(tv) more than he loves you, so you joke about also loving arthur more than you love him! have to keep that shit even
• but at the end of all the jokes he knows he loves you more than anything and you appreciate him the same.
• probably a jealous boyfriend though, wont lie.
• not in like a “don’t ever look at her!” way, but in a “im gonna give you hickeys all over your neck to show you’re mine” kind of way 🤭.
• secretly a massive sweetheart though.
• if you ever come home wasted from a night out with friends, he will clean you up and help you get changed.
• “you take such good care of me😌” and he just starts laughing about how absolutely GONE you are.
• and in the morning when you’re suffering from a horrible hangover he will bring you water and little snacks while you rest!
• might not be the best cook, but will attempt to cook your favorite foods on little date nights.
• even if it goes terribly wrong, you still appreciate it nonetheless.
• falls under golden retriever category alongside chris and ginge of course!
• super super giddy when you get home from wherever and he just gets to spend the rest of the night with you.
• dare i say baby i’m yours - arctic monkeys cover is the song you listen to and think of him.
• the type of boyfriend to wake you up at 4am to go watch the sunrise from a hilltop or the beach.
• love’s spontaneous little adventures like that!
• definitely books little trips on short notice just to surprise you.
• always always up for an adventure. you two have definitely faced your fears together with activities like rock climbing, bungee jumping, etc.
• prefers to go out for dates rather than stay in, but loves to have a lazy night with you where you two watch films and have snacks.
• would be hesitant to raise a dog or cat with you due to the responsibility, so he’d settle for a lil fish.
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If reqs are still open, could you do w2s harry x golden retriever!Reader? Like she’s just always happy and overjoyed? I’m curious to see their dynamic
WROETOSHAW X GOLDEN RETRIEVER!READER HEADCANONS
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a/n: i am in love with whoever sent this anon. i love people w golden retriever energy they're my favs so this is my fav y/n concept ever ever. also quickly learnt i have no idea how to spell retriever it's so hard for no reason. love u all!! more writing coming soon x
firstly, this man is cuddly. i don't care who you ask, he's a real life teddy bear and i'm not accepting any arguments
so when it comes to you, and your very apparent love language of touch, this sweet man cannot stop his arms from opening to you.
2am, 6am, 11pm, no matter when, and no matter the reason, he can't deny how persuasive your giddy grin can be, and the puppy dog eyes, of course
you're his biggest supporter by a mile
he makes some toast?? round of applause for this man
you're so proud of him no matter what
and you make it so obvious, which he appreciates beyond words
you both come as a package
wherever he goes, you go – happily, with a smile on your face
to summarise the dynamic, it's a lot of heart eyes
the first time you both went public with the relationship, on a Sidemen Sunday of all places, the comments consisted of basically a lot of;
'oh my god the way they look at him is so cute'
'i can't get over the way they look at him'
'Y/N IS ADORABLE I CAN'T'
harry is a big gift giver
sometimes it's hard for him to convey his emotions with words, he can struggle with affection from time to time
but when things get hard and he can't tell you how much he loves you, you'll come home to a beautiful necklace, or tickets to a concert from favourite artist, or a romantic getaway somewhere expensive
you hop excitedly into his room to thank him
he's sitting at his desk, nervous, hoping his gift is telling you what he can't
him seeing your bright, loving smile and the buzz in your eyes makes his whole body relax and he finally finds the words
“i love you so much, y/n”
you jump to him, face buried in his neck, and he can't deny that the feeling of your embrace makes his heart sore out of his chest
one morning, after a long day the day before
you’re laying in his bed, barely conscious, your eyes still misty from sleep
immediately, you feel harry’s arms pull gently at your waist, bringing you towards him
his lips are on your cheek, hands touching your skin softly
he can feel your smile without even opening his eyes
“you know you reach for me in your sleep” he whispers, his voice is still haunted by sleep
“because i love you, and you’re always warm”
“you’re like a golden retriever, you know”
he feels you smile wider
the only downside of this dynamic, is when arguments arise
conflict is always natural in a relationship, and you do understand that
but you wear your heart on your sleeve, and your admiration for your boyfriend is so strong that when it gets rough, and maybe communication gets skewed, you find it incredibly hard
if he needs space, you find it difficult to keep your mind from him
you give him whatever he needs to get his head straight, and he does the same, but it rattles you a little, not being with him when you need to the most
but when he calls you one night, with his tone warm as honey, asking how you are, that he's missed you and he's ready to talk things through, your heart fills with happiness and relief
overall, it's the sweetest dynamic, and harry adores it
you're a bundle of joy with a heart of gold, and the love you have for this man, you're never secretive about it
he wouldn't ever change it for the world <3
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🎀 Harry Lewis and gf where people think they broke up bc he doesn’t post much of her anymore but she’s actually pregnant and they make a surprise announcement..? 💜
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faithlouisak one of us! one of us! one of us!
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w2soneshots · 1 month
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Oh shit -W2S
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Warnings: secret relationship.
In which you and Harry get caught while trying to hide your relationship.
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I've been with Harry for just over 2 months now, but no one knows. When I say no one I mean no one, not any of the boys, not Faith (my best friend and also the person who introduced me to Harry), even our families don't know. When we decided to get together we knew it was slightly risky, we didn't want to divide the group if it didn't work out. It's a complete secret, we've been sneaking around during parties and night outs, lying about where we were when we were actually staying at each other's apartment and there's also been times where we've almost been caught, snogging or being a little to touchy.
Today Faith asked me to come along with her and Olive to one of the sidemen shoots, so that she had someone to talk to and help her with Olive while they filmed. I've never been to one of their shoots before, Harry always told me he'd bring me along when everyone knew. We weren't planning on keeping our secret for so long but we just couldn't figure out how to tell everyone, it's also quite fun sneaking around, it kinda makes you feel like a teenager again.
I got dressed into some jeans, a white t-shirt, dark blue hoodie and my converse. I left my hair how it was and applied a little bit of makeup. Once I was finished I left. Once I arrived outside of the studio that they are filming in today, I looked down at my phone and saw a message from Harry: "I'm the only one here, come inside!!" I looked up to see him standing just outside of the building. I smiled and quickly got out of the car.
"Hi." I said with a smile as I walked up to him. His lips spread into a small smile "Hey, how are you?" He asked. "I talked to you this morning." I said with a slight chuckle, referring to our phone conversation earlier while I did my makeup. He pulled me into him and pecked my lips. "Harry!" I said sternly then pulled away "someone might see us!" I said looking around the car park. When I made sure the coast was clear I looked back at him, he had a huge smirk on his face. I shook my head and playfully slapped his chest.
Josh turned up soon after followed by everyone else, Ethan, Faith and Olive being last to arrive due to a toddler meltdown. I sat next to Faith while Olive sat asleep on my lap "you have the magic touch." she said looking down at her daughter. I laughed slightly "she's so cute!" I said quietly. "She's all cute when she's asleep but as soon as she wakes up she turns into a little gremlin." she stated. I laughed "I know, I've seen it first hand." I said referring to the time I looked after her for an afternoon so Ethan and Faith could film a video, and she was a little menace, but she's to adorable to get annoyed at.
The boys finished filming almost an hour and a half later. I quickly popped to the toilets before everyone left. But before I could get there I felt two hands on my waist, pulling me back slightly. I turned quickly, knowing exactly whose big hands those were. Without a word he smashed our lips together. "gosh so confident today." I said as we caught our breath's quickly. He smirked "wanna come mine later?" He asked. I smiled "you know it." and smashed our lips back together. When I heard a gasp. "Oh shit" I thought. I quickly separated myself from Harry and looked down the hallway to see JJ standing there with a shocked look on his face. My eyes widened, as did Harry's when he realised the situation.
I looked to Harry "it's time to tell them." I said softly. He nodded and we looked back to JJ. "Are you too?" He said pointing at each of us quickly. We both nodded and he gasped once again "omg!" He said running towards us and pulling us into a joint hug. The three of us walked back into the green room. "We have something we wanna tell you." Harry started. Everyone looked up confused as we sat down. JJ looked as if he was about to burst with excitement. "Me and Harry have been... seeing each other for a while now." I said. Each one of their eyes widened. "No, fucking way!" Ethan shouted, jumping from his seat. "How long?" Faith asked. "Two months." Harry replied. "Two months?!" Tobi exclaimed. I nodded "sorry, we couldn't find the right time to tell you." I shrugged. They all quickly began celebrating.
"Wait why are you telling us now?" Simon asked after everyone calmed down. "I caught them snogging in the hallway!" JJ said with a chuckle. The entire room erupted into laughter and I shared a slightly embarrassed look with Harry. I actually feel relief knowing everyone now knows, it was fun for a while but I feel like we can properly start our relationship now.
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wroetojaw · 7 months
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Hello! 🤍 Could you write something about Ethan making a risky comment about reader and Harry, her boyfriend, gets mad at him and so? ❤️‍🩹🤭
JEALOUSY HAS A SILVER LINING | W2S
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tags: fluff, w2s x reader
warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, just a teeny weeny but of violence, some steamy(??) moments, beware guys!!
a/n: thank you guys for all of the support sending love to everyone hope you guys are well!! <3
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"Harry I swear, if you make me late to my own birthday party I'm breaking up with you." You said jokingly, with just a little bit of truth behind your words. He had insisted that you stayed over at his place the night before so that you guys could go to your party together. Your friends had put in alot of effort into planning the party for you and you did not want to be late.
Your boyfriend sheepishly promises that he is almost done getting ready and kisses your cheek hurriedly to 'calm' you before rushing back into his room. And it did calm you down just a little but you would never tell him that.
"Alright alright I'm done! We can g....woah," Harry says, suddenly stopping mid sentence. You were wearing the dress he bought for you on your 2nd anniversary. It was a gorgeous gorgeous black mini dress and god did you look good. "Okay let's go hurry," you rushed, trying to get out of the house on time, before you felt your boyfriend's hands grab your waist, pulling you back.
He kisses you, mumbling under his breath about how beautiful you looked. His mouth started making its way to your neck, leaving a faint-ish bruise before you finally 'came back to your senses'. You put your hands on his chest, gently pushing him away. "We're going to be late," you muttered, feeling flustered after what had just happened. He tries to persuade you into staying behind for awhile. You were considering it but before you let yourself 'fall into his trap', you quickly backed away, grabbing his car keys and pulling him out the door.
When you guys arrived, almost everyone was already there. The moment you stepped into the club, you felt all eyes on you. Even the strangers in the club were looking at you and boy did Harry not like it. He instinctively wrapped his arm around you, hoping the other people would take a hint and back off. He knew you could handle your own if you really felt harassed and needed to fight a bitch, but he would strongly prefer to help you if he had a choice.
As soon as he saw that most of the strangers had looked away and continued doing their own things, he lowered his guard and let go of your waist. You guys made your way over to the VIP booth your friends had reserved and were immediately greeted with open arms.
Freya, Talia, and Faith, the people who had planned the party, were the first few people to greet you and wish you happy birthday. Of course you had other friends outside the Sidemen girlfriends, but you felt the closest to them. After all, you guys have been going out together at least once a week while the Sidemen filmed their videos.
"Y/N you look gorgeous as always! If I wasn't married then, I would have snatched you from Harry." Faith teases, giving the stink eye to Harry, who returns one back before continuing his conversation with the guys. You laugh in response, giving her a tight hug.
You went to mingle and talk to the other guests, and it wasn't long before almost everyone was at least a little drunk. The few who stayed sober were the ones driving everyone home (because we don't condone drunk driving), including your boyfriend, Simon, JJ, but that was only because he was in a diet for his upcoming boxing match, and Faith.
The thing is, when you're even the slightest amount of drunk, just like your boyfriend, you have absolutely no filter. So when equally drunk Talia brought up the 'bruise' on your neck, you couldn't help but tell her what or more so who it came from. When you started revealing more and more intimate details is when Harry quickly cut you off. However, you just ignored him and continued running your mouth.
Now this is where disaster happens. Obviously drunk behz started talking about how good you looked today and before Faith could stop him or slap some sense into him, he said "If I were Harry, I would have wanted to fuck her today too." And then Harry slapped some sense into him. With his first.
Ethan immediately sobered up after that and started apologizing to all three of you guys, you, Harry and Faith. The atmosphere after that had immediately changed. Tobi and Josh immediately went to Ethan to check if he was alright, Simon and JJ came over and tried to calm Harry down, while your friends came over to check on you. Luckily it was about the end of the party so everyone said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
Ethan and Faith were the last to leave, Ethan still apologizing for what he said. You and Faith both tried to get Harry to talk to Behz, but he stubbornly refused. You asked him to at least let Behz apologise and eventually he agreed, so you and Faith gave them some space to talk it out, while staying around just incase one of them does something stupid.
Eventually, they made up and you made them hug it out. Ethan apologized once again for his words and swore that he would never do anything that stupid ever again. You accepted his apology and hugged him and Faith before you guys went your separate ways.
The ride home was more then just awkward. There was something bothering Harry but you just couldn't figure out what it was. When he drove past your house and headed on the route back to his home, it only piqued your curiosity even more.
When you guys arrived at his house, he turned in his seat to face you. He pulled you in for a long kiss, and only stopped when you needed air. "Move in with me," he says, dead serious. You were shocked. Of course you guys have talked about the future with each other but the last discussion you guys had, Harry said that he was nowhere near ready to move in together. Granted that discussion was a year ago but still, he hadn't ever brought up moving in together since.
"Harry are you sure about this? The last time you," You started off but before you could finish your sentence, he cut you off saying, " I know, I said I wasn't ready, but honestly I've been ready for awhile, I just didnt know how to bring it up. And today, hearing other people express interest in you that fucking killed me and it just made me realise even more that I want to be the only guy in your life if you'll let me. So please move in with me?"
"You don't have to ask me twice." You say as you pull him in for a kiss.
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teewritessmth · 4 months
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#Instagram Au (04)
Simon Minter x f! reader
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y/n.y/ln did a pod with this beautiful man, if any of you have his number please dm it to me, I'm too shy to ask  😭😭 
miniminter I have his number, should I give it to you over coffee or dinner?
--- y/n.y/l/n I can do dinner
--- ksi @miniminter smooth af bro
defqw love how she flirts with her own husband like this lmfao, #goals
y/nnoticedme4timez girl respectfully, the last post slayed
---y/n.y/l/n girl it was me with a dog and you couldn't even see my face
---tobijizzle @y/n.y/l/n mental
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miniminter Happy Birthday to my beautiful wife. Couldn't have asked for anything better in my life than you. I love you more than you'll ever know and I'll always work hard to prove that. (I definitely didn't cry when she put on the same dress she wore on our first date. Y/n you cruel genius)
faithlouisak c'mon don't cry on the keyboard man
taliamar My stunning girl
wroetoshaw lovin the height difference
---harryfan100 i am lovin you
---ksivslogan find god
---primeishit you find god
---loganpaul ............
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y/n.y/l/n Date night with my man (finally got his number after the pod and we made dinner hehe)
miniminter honey you're still running with that joke lmao
---y/n.y/l/n AHGAHAHS HE CALLED ME HONEY
---nellarose @y/n.y/l/n cutest couple
ishowspeed yo why minister so tall
jidion love to see yall ❤️❤️
---y/n.y/l/n miss you jid :((
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g-xix · 7 months
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Pregnant | Harry Lewis
Hey girlies, here's a Harry oneshot for the W2S girls, requested by someone on Wattpad... Ik Whoetoshaw has alr done way longer + more in depth sort of oneshot for this so creds to her ofc. Here's a cute pic of Harry to prepare you tho:
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Very fitting!!! Anyways: Content: Pregnancy scare, female hormones, 2k wordcout CW's: Pregnancy scares + mentions of abortion
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The two bright red lines glared up at me angrily. 
I couldn't believe it.
Slapping a hand to my mouth, I felt as though the life around me were distorting, those bright two lines indicating the new life forming in my stomach.
"Y/n? You all alright in there?" Georgia's voice called from outside the bathroom. I felt my hands shaking, I couldn't comprehend it was really true. Tears began burning in the corners of my eyes, distorting the dizzying LED's around me. There was commotion around me- a door slammed open, a familiar face with a look of horror as they looked at me- lay across the bathroom floor- I couldn't tell you what happened in the space of ten minutes, but before I knew it I was sat opposite Georgia in the kitchen- steaming mug of tea in my hands.
She looked at me sombrely, a hot mug in her hands as well.
"So, when are you gonna tell him?" She questioned, raising her mug for a sip. 
"Who?"
"Harry."
Oh God. I had to tell Harry. Boyfriend of five years, best friend, considerable soulmate.
And somehow the thought of telling him still made me pale inside.
We'd never talked about babies before... Pregnancy or even babysat for a friend! And having a baby meant a lot of responsibility we hadn't considered. We both had far too much on our plates. I had a nine-to-five, he had all of his YouTube biz, and we barely even had time or thought for holidays together, anymore.
"Soon." I gulped, palely.
...
"We're going out for drinks tonight- Mia and Faith coming along as well, you wanna come?" Harry mentioned casually,
"Oh, yeah sure I-" I choked on my breath as I remembered, coughing and burning my lungs as I hacked up a bit of inhaled saliva. Harry's hand found my back, slapping it as though he were trying to hit the cough out of me. "O-on other notes, I think I'll pass."
"You're not one to pass on meeting up with the girls, you got a bit extra work?" Harry questioned, face showing concern as he tried to read my expression.
I turned my back to him, facing the fridge to avoid eye contact as I responded dejectly. 
"Yeah." I spoke shortly. I could feel the burning in my lungs slowly sinking in my stomach and sitting like a volcano getting ready to erupt. Every morning, throwing up had been getting worse and worse. It felt as though no matter what I ate (or didn't eat) for dinner, every morning the sickness hit with the same knee-weakening magnitude. I was sure Harry was asleep most mornings when I threw my body over the toilet bowl, given I woke at 3am with the sickening urges. 
And I didn't want him to see me throw up all over the kitchen after missing out on an opportunity to see Faith and Mia again.
"You want me to stay? I don't mind staying in tonight if you wanna spend some time-"
"God's sake, shut up Harry." I snapped "Just go without me- I've never stopped you before, have I." 
An uncomfortable silence settled between us, tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. 
I didn't mean to shout at him- I don't know why I snapped. 
"S-sorry." He softly spoke, voice filled with downcasted sadness. His voice only made my heart ache more, and I turned to try and meet his eyes- babble an apology- but as I turned to try and meet his soothing blue eyes, I was instead met with the door closing behind me.
The pull on my heartstrings making the tears well in my eyes was clearly too close to the stomach- as I felt my inside swirling, bile building in my oesophagus.
Before I knew it I was back at the toilet bowl, hands clasped around the lid with my knuckles going white as I had whole body shakes. My eyes squeezed shut, throat burning as I coughed up residual acid that lingered in my throat, spitting out all that amalgamated, nauseating fluid in my mouth.
And then after the coughs, it all began dawning on me again.
No more going out for drinks.
No more spontaneous planning.
No more irresponsibility.
Those coughs began developing into dry heaves, tears trickling down my cheeks as my breathing became erratic, broken cries and raw sounds coming from a throat I couldn't even believe was my own. 
My body shook with each cry- weak and unstable- and only trembling more as I realised I wasn't just shaking myself. That tiny life form- a consequence of my carelessness- shook with me with each choked sob.
A vibration from my pocket was pulled out with quivering fingers, spotting Georgia's name.
I swiped on on the accept button, lips sealing together as I tried to zone into Georgia's voice.
"Hey girl, you doing alright?"
"M-maybe... Why, has s-something happened?"
"Not really, just wanted to know- have you told Harry yet or are you still-"
I felt that anger building inside me again. It wasn't her fucking problem- easy for her to pressure me- try and advise me and tell me I ought to tell him despite having zero fucking knowledge on what it feels like-
"GEORGIA, FUCK OFF I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT-" I threw the phone out of the bathroom door, hearing it hit one of the bedroom walls. "FUCK. OfF..."
My voice breaking was the last straw before I began losing it hysterically once more. My throat burnt as more acid crept up my oesophagus and found its way into the toilet, tears streaming down my face like a river now- chest rapidly rising and falling as I clutched at my head- everything making me light hearted.
The lights went off after that.
Pulling the pulley down, the lights went off. I didn't want to be seen. I want to see the reflection of a broken woman who I knew was myself. I cried in the dark instead of facing myself and what had happened.
Until I lay back flat against the cool tiles. I had gone through the motions. Dramatic sobs until there was no more liquid and I could only dry heave- to now- simply staring up at the ceiling, eyes tired and breathing steady with the exception of an occasional erratic choke. 
It could have been just a few minutes, or a few hours that I just lay there.
Head empty, stomach empty, body feeling completely light. As though I weren't even alive.
I felt like shit.
I shouldn't have snapped at Harry.
I shouldn't have shouted at Georgia.
I shouldn't have thrown my phone.
I'll tell him when he comes back, Georgia, I spoke internally. Promise. For you.
My mind flicked through the variety of ways he could respond to hearing it. Eventually I filtered it down to a few.
Best case scenario: He's too drunk to understand it and just falls asleep, unable to comprehend what I'd said.
Worst case scenario: He completely sobers up and tells me to leave. Get out, blocks me on everything, does everything in his power to never see me again. 
Of course, there were also a few alternatives:
Maybe he would start packing and get ready to spend the night at a friend's to sober up- not believing what he'd heard.
It was a possibility he might pass out from the news.
Or he could agree to support me, but only if I agree to abort it- him- her- whatever it was.
That final thought was sickening. I couldn't abort it. Of course - I physically could have it aborted... But I couldn't do that to something living. A part of me. I didn't like the thought of something growing inside of me- but that didn't mean I was going to be cruel enough to kill it. No matter how poorly Harry reacted.
A jangle of keys outside the door was enough to get me onto my feet- rushing back into the bedroom as I heard the front door opening.
"Y/n?" His voice called from the front room.
I jumped onto the bed, finding my phone and running my finger over the dent it had left in the wall. That would need fixing as well.
"Y/n? You around?" Harry's voice peeked around the door, finding me sat on the bed. Hands held in lap, phone clasped between shaking fingers. I looked at Harry's head, hair scruffy, and the smile on his face sincere. And the lack of redness in his eyes and cheeks gave me the impression he hadn't drank - or at least he hadn't drank much.
"You don't look like you've gone out." I commented on Harry's appearance. He smiled as he entered the bedroom, shutting his door behind him.
"Decided to skip." He responded, leaning his back against the door, holding a plastic baggie in his hands. 
You should tell him. The voice spoke in my head. I knew I should. And there was not better time than now to tell him. 
"I have something to tell you." "I have something to tell you."
I lowered my head and chucked slightly as the two of us let out laughs, our synchronisation amusing despite the fact it felt as though my heart were going to explode in my chest. 
"I'll go first," Harry offered, though I shook my head.
"No, I want to-"
"I can- I don't mind, I mean-"
"No, seriously, Harry. I've got something more... uhm, important."
I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I went. The dip in the bed and the heavy arm that made its way around my shoulder indicated Harry at my side. I couldn't hold it in as again, I felt a choked sob make its way from my lips.
"I'm pregnant, Harry-"
I cut myself off with another pathetic sob, my head burying into Harry's shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around me, cradling and rocking us back and forth. My head ached as I let myself cry onto his hoodie shoulder, my hands weakly grasping onto the soft material as the second batch of tears for the day slipped down my cheeks.
I wiped my nose, pulling away to look at my boyfriend after the worst of the sobbing was over, my tired red eyes meeting his own pacifying blue ones. 
"I know." He softly spoke, his lips curling up slightly with a small smile as he watched my expression drop to blank slate instantly. 
"W-what?" I stuttered, the words not resonating as I suddenly felt so light it were as though I weren't even there. His eyes curved into little crescents as he giggled. 
"I know, Y/n, I know, I know, I know." I closed my eyes, breathing in and out deeply, wanting to pinch my arm. Was I even awake? 
"Please explain what the hell is happening," I asked with a short laugh, still not really processing what was happening. 
"I figured, Y/n. After all the morning sickness-"
"I thought you were asleep during that?"
"I heard the end of your throwing up and toilet flush in the morning... I feel worse I always woke up too late to help you through it. But I noticed your morning sickness, not coming out to drink, the unusual mood changes..."
"Yeah, sorry for snapping at you." I chuckled, and he just rubbed my back. "So... what now?"
"Well, I went out and I got some things for us- sorry, for you." He pulled the plastic Tesco's bag from the side of the bed, digging through it. "I got you some Häagen-Dazs- the praline flavour because I know it's your favourite- and these flowers because Faith advised to get those on the phone- oh, and also-"
He pulled a fluffy piece of clothing and gestured for me to take it. I couldn't tell what exactly the item was, but as I pulled it apart, I realised it was a tiny little baby one-piece, so small it was barely the side of my head. 
It was perfect. He was perfect. My boyfriend, my baby daddy, My Harold. I felt as though I could cry again, but refrained as I turned to face Harry.
"So you're... okay with having a baby?"
"...Yeah." He began nodding his head in self-support. "We can do this."
"You aren't mad or anything?"
"Mad?" He looked aghast at the thought. "Bloody hell, no! I'm actually kind of... excited."
I couldn't believe it. A laugh fell from my lips, realising there wasn't any problems. That Harry was fine with all of it. And he supported it. Me. We were going to be fine.
"Fuck, I love you Harry."
He connected his lips with mine and I couldn't have felt happier as the fireworks in my stomach exploded, lips curling into a smile as I realised:
Maybe it was all gonna be okay.
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