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I Have A Feeling You Got Everything You Wanted: Part 1 - George Clarke

George Clarke x Fem!reader ( 1.5k words)

The sidemen charity match , a gorgeous ex-boyfriend with a mullet and his entire friendgroup scattered around the stands to avoid ... what could ever go wrong?

warnings: lots of angst (it gets happier I promise) , hints of poor mental health but it's not a heavy focus

series | masterlist | next part

This is my first fic in a while so sorry if it's not the best :) I've had this idea for a while and then I'm gonna start on everyone's requests this week too! <3

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The roar of the crowd only increases as the players slowly filter onto the pitch, shaking each others hands and waving to the crowds. I clutch my drink tighter in my hand as I watch one player in particular laugh and joke with Chris and Will.

I don't know quite how I ended up in the stands of the Sidemen Charity Match. Perhaps the impulsive decision stemmed from the knowledge that it would allow me to set my eyes on George for the first time in 2 months, or perhaps it was just the intense loneliness that has followed me around like an unwanted weight, caging my heart in a murky fog of isolation ever since that one Tuesday night.

It's not like our shared group of friends have ever explicitly stated that they were choosing his side or had ever given me any form of grief; yet when I kept my distance in the days following the breakup, fearing their anger, their lack of messages or calls had given me an answer enough.

I sit towards the back of the stands, well away from the friends and family section where I know the Arthurs, Bach, Liv and various other of my old friends will be sat. My hoodie is drawn up, shielding my face from any spectators that may recognise me and blow up my whole plan of 'slip in, watch the match, slip out and avoid any social interaction at all costs'. I doubted I still had much relevance in the YouTube scene these days anyway, as my channel has remained untouched and been left to bury in dust and the weight of my heartbreak. I truly had tried to keep up my career independently, but filming with the absence of George's warm touch, Chris' gremlin-like laugh and Arthur TV's random historic facts didn't feel right. Therefore, I had just avoided social media entirely for the last 2 months, finding it easier than scrolling through the pictures and videos of George and the others partying and filming like I had never even been a part of their lives in the first place.

The match passes by in a blur of mullets running around the pitch, an impressive amount of goals being scored, and a growing pain in my chest that I tried my best to swallow down, although this proved harder with every passing second of watching the people who my world once orbited around carry on existing and living so vibrantly without me. When George scored, I couldn't help but let out a loud cheer; I knew that playing in this match was something that he had never even dared to dream of, so I couldn't help but feel an abundance of pride settle in my chest as he celebrated with Tobi.

As the final whistle blows , conceding the all stars team as the winners following an intense round of penalties, I slip out of my seat, intending to make it out of the stadium long before the boys left the pitch. I had time after all; they still had to celebrate and be presented with the trophy.

However, it seemed fate had other plans, as the throng of people who similarly were trying to leave early was overwhelming, and impossible to push through. Eventually, I found a more private stairwell that looked like it wasn't open to the public and slipped past security, figuring I could make a dash down the stairwell and escape quickly.

In my rush, I didn't notice a blur of red bouncing up the stairs until we collided, the impact sending the other person stumbling into the rail whilst I slipped fully, crashing onto the hard floor of the stairs.

"oh shit, I'm so sorr-" the person began, before cutting of abruptly. I soon discovered why when I looked up at the person and find myself staring directly into the equally as shocked eyes of ChrisMD.

Well shit, there goes my plan of avoiding everyone.

"y/n" Chris breathes out, his voice surprisingly gentle and void of the anger I had anticipated. "what are you doing here?"

"I'm not trying to make this a thing I swear!" I stammer out, panicked. "I just wanted to watch you guys play, I was planning on just slipping out".

"Without even saying hello?" he frowns, and I'm majorly thrown off by the lack of confrontation or resentment in his tone and how he seems offended at the idea of me actively avoiding them.

"Well I mean, it's George's big day, not mine and I knew you guys wouldn't want to see me so I was just going to stay hidden-".

"y/n" Chris interrupts softly, looking genuinely heartbroken now, his eyebrows drawn together in a mix of frustration and pity. "of course we would want to see you. I mean, we were practically joined at the hip at one point, and the other boys miss you too, you were a part of our friendship group just as much as George until you vanished. We thought you just wanted to move on and distance yourself from George so we left you alone."

"what?" I choke out, tearing up despite my best efforts to keep a lid on the emotions that aroused the second I realised the person was Chris. "of course I wouldn't just abandon you guys, I thought you guys were upset with me when nobody messaged and I didn't want to force my place in the friend group if you guys didn't want me there anymore." My voice wavers, my vision warped from tears at this point as all of the unspoken hurt I've kept firmly buried since the breakup finally pours out.

"This is the first time I've left my house since the breakup and I just wanted to cheer you guys on in secret, I thought you guys hated me".

"y/n hey hey it's okay-" Chris steps towards me now as if he is approaching a scared deer, his face lined with concern as he reaches out towards me. The moment is interrupted by the sound of laughter from below us, and Chris' expression drops as he mutters "oh for fucks sake not now".

It's too late to do anything though, as the footsteps have now approached the flight of stairs that Chris and me are currently frozen on. "Chris where did you get to why do you look like you've seen a ghost- wait y/n?".

I finally dare to look up at the mention of my name, giving up any pretence of disguising my presence and make eye contact with a shell-shocked Simon, who was the person who had spoken.

My eyes fall behind him to see Ethan, Will, Max, Tobi and Harry all looking equally as caught of guard. However, my attention is captured by the man staring at me with an unreadable expression behind the rest of the group, as stiff as a board and as pale as a ghost.

George.

Well, fuck.

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Tags:

@the-internets-girlfriend

[whore4wroetoshaw]

pillowtalk (w2s x reader)

warnings: smut smut smut

the video.

you loved your boyfriend. he was it for you. and not in the fleeting, butterfly way. not a crush that faded when things got difficult. no—he was the one you could scream at and argue with and then fall asleep tangled in the same sheet an hour later. the one who knew exactly how you liked your tea, exactly how to get under your skin, and exactly how to worship every inch of your body like it was the only language he spoke.

and oh, my god. he was the best sex you'd ever had. hands down. absolutely zero contest. you’d look at him and think he was very vanilla, but the way he fucked you? slow, deep, possesive—like he was trying to carve his name into your bones and remind you exactly who you belonged to. it made you feral. 

so when he asked you—on camera, during a truth or drink sidemen video, the prick—“have you ever faked an orgasm with me?” and you didn’t say no like he expected you to… you picked up your shot of tequila, knocked it back, and put the glass down like you were putting a final nail in a coffin.

trust, he was good at pleasing you. the things he could do with his tongue... jesus. the man was skilled. it was just that one time. to be honest, it wasn't even his fault. you were just tired, your head wasn't in it, and you just didn't want him to feel bad. so, you faked a few shaky breaths, moaned out his name, and smiled through the guilt. and that was it. one time. forgotten.

"it was just that one time—i wasn't in the mood, y'know? stop laughing, jj." you tried to surpress your giggles because of the look on harry's face.

you thought that was the end of it. one shot. one simple, honest answer. the boys were already laughing and moving on—ethan reading the next question with a shit-eating grin, jj still laughing like he usually did.

but harry?

harry was staring. he didn't laugh. didn't even crack a smile. he sat back, eyebrows slightly raised, lips twitching like he was trying to solve a maths problem. his whole expression unreadable. way too quiet for harry.

the rest of the video felt long. every time he laughed, every time he smiled or chimed in, you could feel the weight of his attention still hanging off you. he didn’t say much after that, just finished the game with a casual shrug, fingers drumming on the table.

the car ride.

it was so fucking quiet. not in an awkward way. no tension between you as people—you were fine. it was fine.

but it was so quiet.

harry's eyes were on the road, hand steady on the wheel. the only sounds were the low hum of the engine, and the occasional turn signal.

but you could feel him.

feel his gaze flicker over to you at red lights. feel the way his fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel. feel the heat simmering between you, hotter by the second.

so, you broke the silence. "what's going on in that pretty head of yours, hm? you're awfully quiet."

his knuckles tightened on the wheel. "hm? nothing. just... thinking."

"about what?" you turned your knees slightly towards him, now looking at his absolutely flawless side profile.

"you know what." his jaw clenched, a small smirk on his face.

you rolled your eyes. "haz, you're still on that? it was just a game. i don't even remember when it happ—"

he didn't look at you. "i'm just trying to figure out how i missed it."

"babe, come on. it was years ago, harry. you didn't do anything wrong. it wasn't about you. i swear." you laughed, reaching over to rub his knee as reassurement.

he looked down, and then up again. after a few moments of silence, he spoke, his voice lower. "i don't want you to feel like you have to perform with me."

"baby. it was one time. it's so insignificant that i don't even remember when it happened." you leaned over and brushed a soft kiss on his cheek.

after you reached home.

the front door clicked shut behind you with a soft thud, and that was it. the match dropped.

he didn’t speak. just watched as you kicked off your shoes and turned toward him, still trying to act normal—casual—like your heart wasn’t hammering in your chest.

you opened your mouth to say something—

but he was on you.

mouth crashing to yours, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. you stumbled back into the wall with a thud, gasping against his lips, his body crowding yours, warm and solid and desperate.

"fuckin' hell, y/n," he muttered against your mouth, kissing you like he was trying to devour your soul. "i'm losing my fucking mind."

“didn’t think you’d spiral this hard,” you breathed.

his hand curled around your jaw, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. "i’ve been replaying every sound you’ve made with me in my head. every fucking moan. every breath. trying to figure out which one was a lie.” his voice dropped. “you realise how mental that is?”

you swallowed, chest rising and falling fast.

he tilted your chin up. “so now i’m gonna make sure there’s no confusion.”

before you could even react, his hands reached the back of your thighs, and he picked you up in a go. a gasp slipped from your lips as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the pressure of his hard-on pressing firmly against your core through the thin barrier of your clothes. the contact drew a soft whimper from your throat—needy and unfiltered.

harry smirked against your skin. "that all for me, love?" he murmured, his voice rough as his mouth found your neck for the millionth time.

you just whined in response and grabbed his hair, latching your lips onto his again. he chuckled lowly, and carried you to the bedroom door, throwing it open.

he kicked the door shut behind him with a thud that echoed, not that either of you noticed—too lost in the haze of each other, barely making it two steps before tossing you onto the mattress like you weighed nothing. you bounced once, breath catching as you pushed yourself up on your elbows.

he climbed on top of you, hovering for a moment as he tried to take in your presence, his fingers trailing under the hem of your top.

that's it. you couldn't take it anymore.

"goddamn it, harry." you surged up and yanked his shirt over his head in one go, fingers fumbling in your haste, lips catching his halfway through. it was teeth and tongue and heat, and all of it tinged with frustration.

"a little bit impatient there, huh?" he laughed as he tugged your top over your head and tossed it somewhere behind him, already reaching for your jeans.

“can you blame me?” you huffed, breath shaky as you wriggled out of them, your hands everywhere—his neck, his shoulders, everywhere. "you've been staring at me with bedroom eyes all day long, bruv."

harry laughed under his breath—low and rough—as he popped the button of your jeans and slid them down—along with your underwear— in one swift movement, eyes trailing down the length of you like he hadn’t seen you naked a thousand times before.

you bit your lip, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering down for a moment before dragging back up to meet his. your hands moved slowly to his belt, fingers slipping beneath the leather and tugging with careful urgency—like you couldn’t bear another second but also wanted to savour it.

you pulled it free in one smooth motion, letting it drop off the side of the bed with a soft thud. your fingers didn’t falter—next came the button of his jeans, the slow drag of the zip. you felt him twitch beneath your touch, felt the tension ripple through his abdomen.

“you’re killing me, babe,” he muttered, voice low, reverent, as he watched your hands work.

“good,” you whispered, slipping your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and sliding everything down in one go. he kicked them off without looking, never taking his eyes off you.

there he was: all of him, exposed to you, his cock thick and flushed, already dripping with need. your breath hitched in your throat, eyes tracing over every inch of him. the way his muscles tightened under his skin, the deep v of his hips leading to his hard length. It was almost too much.

you reached out, wrapping your fingers around his cock, feeling the heat of him in your hand. you could feel the veins throbbing beneath your touch, his length heavy and solid in your palm. "please fuck me," you whimpered.

he let out a ragged breath, his hands immediately grabbing at your legs, pulling you to him as he knelt between your thighs. and just like that, he leaned forward, pushing your legs apart as he aligned himself with your entrance. his eyes flickered to yours, a silent question. you nodded, breathless, barely able to form a sentence.

harry didn’t need another word. he sank into you in one deliberate thrust, his cock filling you, stretching you in the best possible way. you gasped at the sensation, your back arching off the bed, and he groaned in response, his hand sliding to your hip to hold you in place.

jesus, even after years of being together, you were still caught off guard by his size every single time. “god,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, as he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to him. “you feel fucking perfect.”

harry didn’t waste another moment. he withdrew slightly, then slammed back into you with force, making you gasp as your body jolted from the impact. his pace was immediate, fast, relentless—he wasn’t holding back. every thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

you moaned out his name as your hands scrambled for purchase on his back, digging your nails into his skin. you gasped as you tried to meet each of his thrusts, your body working in perfect sync with his. there was no gentleness in this; there didn’t need to be. after all these years, neither of you held back anymore.

he gripped your legs tighter, pushing them up and apart to get even deeper, his hips snapping against yours with brutal force. every thrust hit you at the perfect angle, his cock filling you so completely that you could barely breathe. "oh my god, harry!"

you gasped, hips bucking as the familiar pressure started to build again in your core. the pace didn’t slow—if anything, harry pushed harder, faster, making sure you didn’t have time to catch your breath. his hands were everywhere—on your hips, your chest, your throat—as he fucked you like he owned you.

you felt your orgasm rise up, sudden and overwhelming. the sensation spread through every inch of you, every nerve firing at once as you came hard around him, screaming his name as you tightened around his cock. your whole body trembled, the force of it making your vision blur for a moment.

but harry didn’t stop. he was relentless, chasing his own high now, his pace never wavering as he fucked you through your orgasm. the tension was unbearable, and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he thrust into you with a final, deep stroke, groaning your name as he came hard inside you, his release spilling deep, filling you completely.

you both collapsed in the aftershocks of your highs, your body limp and trembling beneath him, as he kissed your neck, his breath ragged.

"oh my god," you heaved, recovering from your orgasm. "oh love, we're not done."

[candykissd]

everybody knows it.

pairings : harry lewis x female reader

summary : everybody knows harry likes you, well, that's everybody, apart from you.

warnings : fluff, mature language, alcohol consumption

beth's notes : sorry for the short-ish one, but i love love loved this idea i got when i was trying to fall asleep last night!! i'm working on some of your guys' requests i promise! 💘

"okay! okay! lux! smash or pass simon?" freezy laughed out, followed by everyone else. you were all mildly, or completely drunk.

everyone had been pretty busy recently, and so group hangouts had been few and far between, but when you had the chance, you had to make the most of it.

"smash! all day long...!" lux slurred, his eighth pint of the night in front of him on the table, the liquid sloshing back and forth in the glass as the table shook with laughter.

"hmmm..." lux looked around the table for his target, before an idea came to mind, a cheeky, shit eating grin forming on his face as he made eye contact with you. "y/n." he began.

"smash or pass... harry wroetoshaw lewis?" he asked, through childish giggles.

you, being as drunk as ever, rolled your eyes as if the answer was completely obvious. "smash, alllll day, and alllll night!" you laughed out, downing the remainder of your drink.

harry's eyebrows raised and he let out a low chuckle, a smirk forming on his face. he was a complete heavyweight, he was on his seventh drink, and only just growing slightly delirious.

"and on that note.. i'm going to get another drink!" you slurred out as you stood from your seat, almost toppling over, before harry caught you to steady you, his hands gripping your waist.

"i'll come with you." he mumbled, standing up and steering you towards the bar, his hands still on your waist, a couple of his fingers ever so slightly sliding under your top, rubbing at the bare skin.

"they both need to man up and confess.." george mumbled, shaking his head as he watched the two of you at the bar.

you leant on the bar, facing harry as he looked down at you, a glint of love and admiration in his eyes. every time he saw you he was sure you got prettier.

he reached his arm out, tucking some hair behind your ear so it wasn't blocking his view of your face. your drunken state was so cute, the way you constantly smiled, how you were so giggly and giddy, speaking your truths without any doubt.

you were just so perfect in his eyes.

the group watched the two of you, secretly pleading that this where one of you spoke up and confessed. but they knew that wouldn't happen, they'd been waiting for so long that they were sure you'd still be oblivious even if a confession came up and slapped you round the face.

"you're really pretty, y/n..." he mumbled, his eyes transfixed on your mouth and the smile that took residence there.

"thank you, haz." you giggled out, looking up at him, your gaze flickering between his eyes, occasionally down at his lips. the alcohol in your system giving you some newfound confidence that you wouldn't have had otherwise.

he sighed as she looked at his lips, he was drunk, yes, yet he was still sober enough to know that she was much further gone than he was, and that he couldn't give in to the temptation.

the glimmer of hope - that maybe, just maybe you felt the same as him, and he could tell you just how he felt without rejection - slowly fading away as he realised you probably wouldn't remember any of the current interaction when you woke up in the morning.

the bartender placed your drinks on the countertop in front of the two of you, harry picking them up as he followed you back to the table. your shuffling your way back towards the group, happily moving along to the music in the back, before taking your seat back in between george and flo. harry sitting opposite you.

"hey, man, you okay?" freezy asked in a hushed tone, nudging harry's shoulder.

he looked up at him and nodded. "yeah, yeah, i'm good, why wouldn't i be?" harry answered, though the melancholy look on his face as he looked down at his lap said otherwise.

if only you weren't completely shitfaced.

[clarkeysbedchem]

whatever happens, i’m letting it

next part

will lenney x fem reader

summary: will falls for chris’ new assistant

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You huffed adjusting the bags and boxes that were uncomfortably piled in your arms hobbling up the stairs in your heeled boots, kicking them with each step to stop yourself from falling.

You’d been working for Chris for about two months now and had settled into the workspace nicely. You'd made friends with everyone and were already being named a fan favorite.

The footsteps of someone else echoed through the corridor of the office building, and you poked your head up over the boxes to see a man walking toward you, a dog in his arms.

The man looked up, spotting you struggling to juggle the copious amount of stuff in your hands. “Uh, need a hand?” he asked in a Northern English accent, making your ears perk slightly.

“If you’ve got the time,” you smiled, looking up at him.

The man placed the dog on the floor and grabbed the top four boxes and one of the bags, leaving you with two bags and a box to carry.

“Where are you headed?”

“Just to Chris’ office,” you nodded to the office at the end of the corridor, and the man hummed, walking off with the small dachshund pattering after him.

You gnawed at your bottom lip awkwardly, unsure whether to make conversation with the stranger as you walked together.

“You’re Chris’ new assistant, yeah?” he asked, looking back at you.

You nodded, “Yeah,” you muttered, “What’s your dog’s name?”

“His name’s Basil.”

“Cute,” you smiled, looking down at the dog, “Like Basil Brush.”

The man let out a small laugh and nodded, “Exactly.”

You both reached Chris’ office, and you rushed forward to open the door, holding it for the stranger. You nodded toward the closest desk, “You can put them there.”

He nodded, placing the boxes down before grabbing the items you were still holding and putting them on the desk as well.

“Thank you…” You trailed off, realizing you hadn’t caught his name during the interaction.

“Will.”

“Well, thank you, Will.”

“Anytime,” he muttered, glancing down at the notebook on the table, “Y/N?”

You flashed him a coy smile, and Will nodded, whispering to Basil to leave you alone as the dog sniffed around your feet.

You crouched down, letting the dog sniff your hand before stroking him, “It was nice meeting you, Basil,” you said as the dog jumped up onto your knees, making you chuckle.

Then you looked up at Will through your eyelashes. “You too, Will.”

“See you later,” he nodded with a lopsided smile before leaving the office, Basil running between his legs.

You watched the door click shut behind him, the sound of Basil’s tiny paws echoing faintly as they disappeared down the hall.

You let out a sigh as you turned to attend to the boxes, chewing back a smile. Chris’ voice drifted lazily from behind his computer monitor, making you jump slightly.

“So… you’ve met Will, then?”

“Jesus, when did you get here?” you huffed, looking over at him, “But yeah, I have.”

“Like an hour ago.” Chris spun in his chair to face you, grinning, “He offered to help you with those boxes?”

“Yeah,” you quirked an eyebrow, quizzically, “Why do you care?”

“No reason,” he shrugged, turning back to his computer screen.

You narrowed your eyes at Chris, already sensing the teasing tone behind his words. He had that look - the one he wore when he was up to something.

“Right,” you said slowly, folding your arms across your chest as you leaned against the desk, “You’re not trying to set me up with Will, are you?”

Chris shot you a sidelong glance, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “Would it be so bad if I did?”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a stack of papers, not really in the mood for his antics, “I don’t even know the guy. He just helped me with some boxes, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh,” Chris hummed, spinning his chair back around and tapping away at his keyboard, “Well, don’t say I didn’t try. I think you two would be nice together.”

“Chris,” you warned, alarm bells going off in your head, “Just because you don’t have a great love life, doesn’t mean you can mess with mine.”

“Okay rude,” he interrupted quickly, not even bothering to look up, “And I’m not.”

You shook your head, fighting back a smile. Chris was always like this - constantly playing the role of the helpful (a bit nosy) friend.

You weren’t sure why he was so invested in your love life, but you were pretty sure he had a spreadsheet or some kind of list on his phone that ranked potential suitors.

“Well, if I ever need a wingman, I’ll be sure to call you,” you quipped as you shuffled through the papers on your desk.

Chris chuckled under his breath, “That’s not in the job description.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time, you couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto your face. Chris was impossible, but in the best way.

Just as you were about to get back to work, the door to the office swung open again revealing Will once again standing in the doorway with Basil trotting happily behind him.

You blinked in surprise, “Uh… everything okay?”

Will nodded, holding up a coffee cup, “We had a coffee leftover in the office. Thought I’d bring it by.”

He held it out to you, and your gaze fell to the steaming cup in his hand, “Hope you like hazelnut latte.”

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise, “Uh, yeah. Thanks,” you said, reaching for the cup, “That’s really kind of you.”

Will gave a small shrug, his gaze flicking over to Chris before landing back on you, “No problem. I’m just, yknow, around if you need anything.”

His cheeks flushed slightly, and you couldn’t help but notice how awkward he became when he wasn’t carrying boxes or talking about Basil.

Chris, sensing the subtle shift in the air, leaned back in his chair and cleared his throat, “Good to see that you two are getting along fine,” he commented, eyes twinkling mischievously.

You felt your cheeks heat up and shot Chris a glare, but Will’s smile - warm and easy - disarmed you.

“We’re just talking,” you said, trying to sound casual, but the flutter in your stomach gave everything away to you.

“Right,” Will said, nodding slowly as if processing the information. “Well, anyway. Enjoy your coffee.” He looked down at Basil, who was currently trying to climb into the bin. “And I’ll just… you know… make sure he doesn’t eat anything important.”

You chuckled, the awkwardness between you melting away as you watched Basil's antics, “You’re good. We’ll be fine.”

“Cool,” Will said, still a bit unsure, before turning to leave. “See you around, Y/N.”

“See you,” you responded, your voice a little softer than you intended.

The door clicked shut behind him again, and you couldn’t help but find yourself staring after him. It wasn’t much, but there was something about the way he looked at you, the little gestures, the way his smile lingered just a bit too long.

Chris smirked again tapping away on his keyboard, “Told you.”

“Shut up.”

[iheartsophie]

Surprise!!

Harry Lewis (W2S) x Fem!Reader (3.6k words)

Summary: Reader surprises Harry during the Sidemen’s “$20,000 VS $200 HOLIDAY” after not seeing eachother for a month

Warnings: Swearing, PDA, small panic attack, NOT PROOF READ!!!!

Author note: i linked “I Got U” as a song because i feel like that is the most summer feeling song i know and im missing summer rn

So a bit of backstory, Josh has planned a $20,000 vs $200 holiday an he called me around two weeks ago asking if I would join in the video and surprise Harry as well as the other lads- of course I said yes! I’ve currently been away on a business trip for the past month and I haven’t been able to see Harry, the only way I’ve seen him is on FaceTime which isn’t the same as seeing and hearing his voice in person. Every week when the boys have been recording they’ve secretly been messaging me and sending me photos of Harry moping around and complaining about how he won’t see me for an extra week due to the holiday video. The only people who do know are Josh, Kon, Kirsty, Cal and Freezy. Cal and Freezy are also tagging along to surprise the boys.

As soon as my last business meeting was over I rushed out of the doors and directly onto the train home because I needed to pack as soon as possible because I would not have time to in the morning because Mr. Josh Zerkaa decided to book the earliest flight in existence, Cal and Freezy were fine with it; me on the other hand, I was fuming… because that means I’m missing out on my beauty sleep!

(The night before surprising Harry… )

After the excruciatingly long train ride from Manchester to London I was finally back home at mine and Harry’s shared apartment, it was weird walking in through the doors and not having Harry greet me at the door was a hug and a kiss.. but I reminded myself I would be in the same country as him in just short of 17 hours. I headed towards our bedroom and threw on some pjs which consisted of one of Harry’s t shirts and some shorts. Packing was a nightmare, let’s just put it that way. I had not been on holiday in so long and I had forgotten how stressful it is making sure you have enough necessities to last you the time you’re away and also making sure you have not forgotten anything… So I just grabbed all of my clothes that were in my “summer side” of the wardrobe and tried to stuff it into one suitcase and that did not work, so I ended up with two family sized suitcases almost bursting at the seams full of my things.

As soon as I had finished packing I went to make a quick pot noodle in the microwave as I knew I wouldn’t tend to the dishes in the morning and I don’t want to come back to messy dishes after the holiday and I definitely don’t think Harry would either. As I was eating my pot noodle my phone started buzzing, I looked at the contact ��Bog 💙” - I answered straight away

(Italic- Harry)

“Hello (y/n/n)”

“Hiya babe you okay? How’s the trip so far?”

“Could be better… The trip is alright , I’m on the good team so that’s good I guess, could be better if you were here”

“Aww I’m missing you too, don’t get yourself down love, only 5 more days left! Then you’ll be back home and we can go see that movie you wanted to see if you’re up for it”

“I know and of course I want to go to the movie are you mad! My all time favourite movie franchise ever”

(I giggled as I heard JJ, Tobi and Josh in the background telling harry to get off the phone and go to the sauna with them)

I shouted down the phone

“Oi you lot shut your mouth we are talking over here! Anyways, I best get going I need to call Cal and Freezy to make sure they’re up and ready early in the morning tomorrow”

Shit, I’ve slipped up…

Harry frowned at me through the phone

“What do you mean? Why do you need to do that?”

What do I say? Think y/n. Think!

“Oh! Did I not tell you? We’re going on a hike tomorrow, yeah! To the Lake District?”

“Ohhh okay, yeah best let you go then. Love you!”

“Love you too, bye!”

That was close… I can’t believe that just happened. How did I manage that? Anyways, I put my empty pot noodle in the bin and put the fork in the dishwasher to deal with later. I went into the bathroom and completed my night routine and got into bed, and quickly messaged Cal and Freezy to have their alarms set and where we will meet at the airport in the morning. Soon after that I dozed off…

(Time skip to the getting off the train)

As I was getting off the train I got a message from harry:

“Bog 💙: Have a nice day with the boys, please don’t push them off the mountain🙏, love you”

I sent a quick message back:

“I’ll try my hardest, love you too”

I somehow bumped into Cal and Freezy at the train station instead of at the airport, they both brought their cameras to get footage of us on the way their so the editors can put it in and we have our own little segments in the video. “Look who we have here…” Cal teased, “Mrs. Harry Lewis”. “Not a mrs yet, I’m still waiting” I corrected while holding up my left hand beholding my empty ring finger. After that small segment they put their cameras away and we caught a taxi and made our way to the airport. Getting out of the taxi was a struggle not for the boys, just for me, because of my two huge suitcases it was hard trying to pick them up and out of the boot of the taxi. And instead of the boys ,who are meant to be like brothers to me, helping me get them out they just filmed me while laughing in the background and caught a clip of my tripping over the suitcase which was behind me. “You’re both such dicks, wait till I tell Harry”, “What is Harry going to do? Cause I can bet you £100 right here that he will laugh too.”

We finally made track down the road to the airport and Freezy started filming a little bit with Cal next to him and me behind them still struggling with my suitcases, which you can imagine is causing me some unneeded anger. “As you can see y/n finally got her suitcases out and we are on the way to the best holiday, we are going to the best destination. Thank you sidemen for this holiday, we really appreciate it”, “Bro you’re such an arse licker, you just want to be on the good team if you’re invited again!” I pointed out, Cal turned around to me “Now, now, y/n don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same thing.” I stayed silent and they both laughed.

“We are on our way to meet- surprise them, they have no idea that we’re going I’ve been playing tricks with Harry all week, y/n told us that she nearly slipped up on the plan”, “I didn’t mean to! I feel so bad lying to him, he told me to have a good day in the Lake District and to message him when we get there.. he’s going to be so worried when I don’t message him.”

(Time skip to when we’re in the airport)

Poor Cal is not having a good time, he’s left his phone on the train and now his bag has been chosen for a search and I know this isn’t about me but I just want to get on that plane now, and all of this messing about is causing me to stress so bad and I can’t talk to harry about it because it will give away our secret so I just keep to myself and put my headphones on.

We’re finally on the plane, at last! But the only problem is I haven’t told the boys I’m scared because whenever I’m on a plane I’m usually with Harry and he can just sense my worry and comforts me without me having to tell him or ask him to. Though only Freezy is aware because of when I went skiing with him and Harry and started crying when that plane took off. When plane started to move my breathing started to pick up and I leat my elbows on my knees and looked down. Unbeknownst to me Cal and Freezy looked at each other over my body and mouthed to eachother “Is she alright?” Cal asked, “She’s terrified of flying” Freezy pointed out. Freezy tapped my shoulder for me to look at him and when I did he opened his arms for me to go into and he hugged me while I cried into his shoulder, and whilst I did he was rubbing my back and trying to soothe me the best he could.

It took me a few minutes to calm down and when I did Cal let me watch a movie on his laptop, which lasted almost the whole flight. We finally landed and all three of us made sure we turned out locations of for the boys, whilst we were doing that all the messages that didn’t send because we were on the plane we’re coming through, all of mine were from Harry and a few of the boys..

Bog💙: message me when you arrive so I know you got there safely x

Bog💙: and don’t forget to tell me if Cal slips up the hill again

Bog💙 hello? It’s been 3 hours now surely you’re almost there by now

Bog💙: why aren’t my messages going through are you okay?

Bog💙: babe please tell me you’re okay

Tobi: Harry’s freaking out are you okay? Please let us know

JJ: Fam what are you playing at, are you alr??

(Time skip to getting to the harbour)

I quickly replied to them all reassuring them I’m okay and that I forgot about telling Harry I arrived. Josh messaged us to tell us to meet at the harbour with our suitcases because we can leave them on the yacht when we get to it. So while we were waiting for Josh to get here we found a British bar and we ordered a nice English breakfast each, though while we were waiting I went to the bathroom and got changed into a bikini and put some denim shorts over the top and some of my nice sandals on. We finished our breakfast and Josh arrived outside the bar.

Josh took us to the yacht they had rented and where we were going to surprise the boys, and we chose were we were hiding and a code word Josh will say for when we were to jump out which was “chips”, though they told me to come out a little bit later as an extra EXTRA surprise for harry. Cal and Freezy hid behind the seat were the wheel was and I was at the bottom of the stairs on the lower deck, enough to hear Josh but also enough so Tobi, JJ, and harry walk last and don’t suspect anything.

Everything was in place and ready to go. Now we were just waiting and anticipating the boys’ arrival. Josh mumbled that he could see the boys and I slightly looked over the steps to make sure Cal and Freezy were hidden and I couldn’t see them so I did I little nod to myself and ducked back down because they finally listened to something for once. I could started to hear the boys, I could hear Tobi repeating “you’re a king, you’re a king” to Josh and JJ saying “oh my god” and the nervous laugh I could recognise anywhere, harry. I started to get butterflies in my belly coming to terms that I’m seeing harry for the first time in a while.

“I’m buzzing to eat these chips”

All you could hear on the yacht was cheering and laughing. And Harry’s infamous screams. All the boys ran to hug each other and tackled each other. When it all calmed down Harry went silent as if piecing things together, “Whats the matter Harry?” Tobi questioned, “If Cal and Freezy are here, where’s y/n then?” and I took that as my queue to come up the stairs with a tray of drinks. “Hello? Special delivery” ( yes when I was in the lower deck I found the bar and made everyone drinks) Harry just stood up and stared at me, while Tobi and JJ ran up to me, I was quick to put the drinks on the closets surface to save them from being spilt everywhere. I welcomed Tobi and JJ with a hug. When they let go Harry had finally took it all in and realised I was here and ran towards me and tackled me onto the large sofa and gave me the biggest hug and repeating how much he had missed me.

The boys went up to the other side of the boat to give me and Harry some space to speak a bit and catch up, I told him about how my business meeting went well and how my brand is expanding and he was telling me about how the shoots were. We sat in comfortable silence after our conversation and I looked down at his legs and realised he was wearing sweat shorts and frowned, “You know I don’t think those are the best shorts to swim in”, “Don’t worry I’ve got some swim trunks with me”, “Where?”, He reached to his shoulder to prove that he has them and that they’re slung over his shoulder, I started laughing “I think you’ve flung them off the boat in excitement. We both looked over the side of the boat and low and behold there they were, bobbing along in the water. “Oh for fucks sake”

(Time skip)

It was soon time to have a bit of a feast on the boat me and harry sat next to eachother. Cal, Freezy and I weren’t that hungry considering about an hour and a half ago we had a full English, so we just stuck to some picky bits. There were many laughs and stories exchanged at the table mainly questions towards me cal and Freezy about how long we knew about this and how I managed to keep it a secret from harry.

Josh excused himself from the table to answer a phone call from Ethan which we all predicted was him complaint about the conditions he was currently in, we all told Josh to put it on speaker phone so we could hear his complaints and we were all creasing in laughter, at one point I wheezed which all the boys could recognise anywhere. Ethan picked up on it and shouted down the phone “Oi! Was that y/n? What the fuck, traitor! You said you would never go to the good team.” , “I fear you heard me wrong Behz, I said “I would never go to the good team if you were on it” “, my answers errupted in laughter and screams of shock from the boys. I then left and walked away to go a sunbathe and enjoy myself for a while.

With my headphones on and music playing I spent at least an hour sunbathing, unaware of the carnage going on around me. So when I took my headphones off and heard screaming and jet ski engines blaring I was very confused of how they did all this without disturbing me. I got up out of the deck chair and the whole top deck was soaked in wet foot prints and discarded towels, I watched over the side of the boat as the boys were jumping into the deep blue sea. Though all of a sudden I heard wet feet plodding behind me and I turned around to harry creeping up on me. “Harry, no!” “What are you talking about? I’m not going to do anything” I was then picked up and thrown into the water, harry still clinging onto me, “Harold! Why would you do that!” I scolded. “Just helping you cool off,” he shrugged. While all this happened the boys were looking down at us pointing and laughing.

I stayed in the ocean for a while until they started circling me with jet skis and trying to peer pressure me into going on the surf board, which i declined straight away and also the fact I was getting tired from the travelling and then sun beaming down on me. So I climbed back up the ladder and propped a nice parasol up to give me some shade and I decided to have a nap. A couple of minutes later I was woken up by Harry sitting next to me, “Why aren’t you laying down?” I asked, “I didn’t want to wake you and get you wet because you’ve seemed to have dried off and caught the sun already!”, “Don’t be silly come here.” I told him and opened my arms for him to cuddle into, and I started to play with his wet and tousled hair which he hummed in reply to. We both dozed off in each others hold, I did hear a camera shutter near by though I thought nothing of it a just thought it was Kirsty taking pictures of the boys on the jet skis. I jolted awake when I felt this large weight on top of my body and opened my eyes to see all the boys piling on top of me and harry, “what are you doing!” I exclaimed, “we’re basking in the love!” One of them replied and started making kissing noises to eachother, which me and harry both laughed at.

(Time skip to the villa)

Freezy pulled out his camera and started speaking “Lux, y/n this is the first time we’re gonna see it [the villa], we know it’s sick though because we know we’re in the good team.”

We got out of the car and I held Harry’s hand and walked up to the gates, waiting for them to open. Me and harry stayed behind the group because we haven’t had much alone time together since I arrived so we just distanced ourselves a little. I yawned and rubbed my eyes, “You tired?” Harry asked me “oh my gosh yes, I can’t wait to go to bed.” I groaned. When the gates opened my jaw dropped, this place was stunning, I want to live here!

“One thing is though these aren’t filled with water,” harry pointed at the small fountain at the front door, “I may have to leave a four star review because if this.” I slapped Harry’s shoulder jokingly “Don’t even start!” We walked through the front doors and me and JJ looked at eachother and immediately knew what to do, and I let go of Harry’s hand i quickly stood next to JJ and we started to sing the halo theme tune together in the large foyer. As we finished the boys laughed and and Freezy said “Ayy that’s the halo soundtrack!”

The boys started to give us a tour round the place and I was shocked at the size of the kitchen and the the large living room that looks out into the garden and also there’s a lift! They took us to the garden and told Cal, Freezy and I to face away and then turn around. JJ counted us down from 3 and when we turned around my eyes widened- the view was breathtaking…”you’ve got a mountain, in your back garden!” I exclaimed. The tour lasted awhile which I wasn’t surprised about because look at the size of this place. When they mentioned the poker table, mini arcade and the sauna I decided to find mine and Harry’s shared room and unpack my things because those things don’t interest me at all.

I had to memorise the route to mine and Harry’s room and started to unpack and when i finished I plopped myself onto the bed and let out a large sigh out of exhaustion. I heard the bedroom door open and close ,but I was too tired to lift my head up, and I felt the bed sink next to me and someone started to play with my hair. I opened my eyes to see Harry smiling down at me, “Did you see Freezys instagram story?” Harry questioned, “No not yet why?”, “Look..”

Calfreezy posted an instagram story…

“Aww they’re so cute! - even though I’ve been here for half a day already I’ve had so much fun.” I told harry, “I’m glad, because I’m really happy you’re here because you don’t know how much I’ve missed you, it’s been so boring and lonely coming home to no one for a month!”, “Don’t worry I couldn’t handle it either, I even told them at my meeting that from now on I’m working from home, so I can be with you more often.” Harry smiled and kissed my forehead. “Shall we get a shower and into some pjs and chill downstairs or do you want to watch a movie up here?” He asked me. “I think I want to watch a movie with you!” We went and got our shower and into some pjs which mine -again- consisted of one of Harry’s shirts and some shorts. We got tucked into bed and chose a movie that we both enjoy and I laid back and cuddle into harry and laying my head on his chest. We both fell into a deep slumber, not without saying “I love you” to eachother.

[w2soneshots]

What was your favourite part of the match lovelies?💘🫶🏼🌟

[clarkeybabey]

❝ no seriously get your hands off my man ❞

summary; you don't like the way she acts around him playlist; miss possessive - tate mcrae word count; 1.2k note; this is for @raekensluver as she is in her miniminter era rn, no one else asked for this so its very much self-indulgent, back to our regular scheduled program after this one.

You and Simon enjoyed many parties in your time, much more when you were younger but, if you hadn't shown up for the charity match after-party he would've been given quite a bit of shit as he took charge of setting up almost everything. He's not stopped beaming since he woke you up yesterday with a coffee in hand for you, ensuring you knew it was nearly time to get going so everyone would be checked into the hotel before training.

Danny makes his way over, Ten's arm hooked with his, a blonde girl whose face is vaguely familiar in tow, "Simon!" Danny dabs him up pulling him in to aggressively clap him on the back, Your husband stumbles slightly before straightening up. They go into a loud conversation about the match attempting to speak over the bass-boosted music.

Tennessee and the nameless girl ogling at Simon sidestep around the two men over to you, "Ten, darling, you are glowing," you pause to kiss her cheek before continuing, "And admirable, can't believe you're out. I'd rather be under several duvets and I'm not pregnant." She smiles, shaking her head, "Glowing, no, oily, absolutely. Wouldn't miss it, Danny's floored." The girl behind her clears her throat, reminding you both of her looming presence.

"This is Emma Moran, she was on locked in with us," and that's when it hit you. The insufferable woman from Locked In who couldn't seem to keep her hands to herself when it came to the guys on there with even the slightest bit of clout or interest in anyone but her. She wanted attention, negative or positive, in her eyes any of it would do.

You nod along as she fangirls over your husband and his friends, he had fans so this was nothing new but she seemed to discuss solely followers and how she had been trying to get in on a Sidemen shoot or their podcast since the end of the show but never had success. "Maybe you could put in a word," she smiles too big for it to be real, you find yourself unable to control the way your face twists.

Her blue eyes flit from you to him a few times before settling on his face, "Uh, I can't really do much, I mean, I can mention you?" The words come off your tongue sounding unintentionally bitter, "They honestly do their own thing guest wise, I'm just his wife."

"That'd be nice, thank you," you smile, albeit tight-lipped, the next thing she says catches you completely off guard and based on how her brows knit together, Tennessee was thrown off just as much as you: "He is very nice to look at isn't he?" You narrow your eyes in her direction, doing your best to let the comment roll right off your back, he gets that from hundreds of thousands of girls daily. "Yeah, he is. One of the reasons I married him."

Silence quickly falls among you, and Simon, being only an arm's length away, picks up immediately on your now stiffened form and the abrupt ending of the conversation. Emma senses the awkward tension within the circle "Think I'm gonna go get a drink." Her grin resembles the Cheshire cat as she saunters off to the drink table, and poor Arthur Hill gets roped into a conversation with her.

The hazel-eyed girl watches her slip through the crowd of people and once she deems her out of earshot she's quick to let apologies flow, "I'm so sorry about her, she's so odd." You shake your head, giving her shoulder a squeeze, "Her actions are not your responsibility, you have nothing to be sorry for."

"No really, I knew I shouldn't have introduced her," she fidgets with her fingers quickly becoming anxious, "Ten, it's not your fault. I'm fine, I promise." Fine, yes, shocked at her audacity, absofuckinglutely.

Warmth creeps up your neck and soon your whole face feels hot, but you continue the lighthearted conversation with your friend, trying your best to relay how fine you thought you were. You're partial to crashing out in the middle of a party celebrating your best friends but if you could see her undressing Simon with her eyes at that moment, that feeling might just change.

Your ears perk as Danny excuses himself, wanting to mingle with some others Tennessee mutters more apologies as she follows behind her fiancee. "What was that about?" He quickly asks after they've stepped away. Rolling your eyes at the thought of what she said, your hand finds the back of his neck, ushering him down to your height.

"You see that girl over there?" He hums leaning into your touch, "She's your biggest fan, you know that?" another grunt of acknowledgment rumbles against your back, "Said you're nice to look at."

His bottom lip juts out and his brows shoot up, "Oh, really?" You tell him about how she was eyefucking him while you spoke with Tennessee and while you do so Simon's lips meet the exposed skin of your shoulder, his fingers graze over where his mouth just was, sliding the sequined strap of your little black dress down but not completely off.

Public displays of affection like this were few and far between, not due to a lack of admiration but because you loved so deeply it felt too nice to let the negativity of the outside world taint it. Even in the early years of your relationship back in school, you saved it for when it was just you two, now you keep it for when you know there are no cameras to be shoved in your face to capture such intimate moments. At this very second, something within you was staking its claim over him so everyone was aware he was not up for grabs.

"She's definitely watching," his warm breath fans over the place where your neck meets your shoulder, goosebumps rising in the wake of his words. You meet her baby-blue eyes from across the room, watching as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. He speaks up again, rubbing down your sides, to your hips getting dangerously close to the hem of your dress, "Why don't we get out of here?"

You sigh leaning back into him, "Yes please." He laces your fingers together, his thumb fiddling with your wedding ring, keeping you close as he makes his way through the sea of people.

You stop in your tracks unknowingly close to the refreshment table where she was last seen, "Shouldn't we say goodbye before," you cut yourself off at the sight of Emma's manicured hand on his bicep, "Simon, right?" she plays into faux oblivion, "I never got to introduce myself," before she can continue, he removes her hand from his arm stepping back from her.

He doesn't bother exchanging pleasantries, "I'd love to stay and chat, but we've really got to go." Her mouth hangs open before she can rack her brain for some form of rebuttal he's turned, tightening his grip on your hand. You can't help but turn giving her the same sickeningly sweet smile she shared with you earlier, following it up with a wave as you round the door and are out of sight.

[kennysimp101]

Can I request Harry x female reader smut based on the hide & seek sidemen challenge. Harry finds the reader and they think they can get a quickie in before anyone finds them but they get caught. Queue the funny hard launch and teases from everyone.

If you feel uncomfortable doing smut then Harry x female reader based on the holiday vs holiday vids. You’re invited to join them where a bond with Harry deepens, super cute moments that make it into the edit.

Hide and Seek: Harry Lewis x reader 🔥

Warnings: P in v, unprotected sex A/n: Heyooo, i loved both the requests so I may just do the other one to cause Harry>> Anyways sorry for the late update, and I shall keep getting threw the requests slowly but surely

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“Ladies and gentlemen, today's video is Hide and Seek in a mansion with our special guest…. Y/N!!. JJ will be seeking and we all have 10 mins to hide”is what you hear Vik saying as you start running towards a spot you saw before. You've been friends with the sidemen for years and have been dating Harry for around a year. Today they asked you to film a hide and seek with them and you were soo excited. You ran to a hidden closet you saw before and opened it to see your bf already in there. “Oh fuck off Harry, I told you Im hiding here” you exclaimed as you were so sure this spot would not be found. “Welp, the game is the game,” he says as he giggles at your frustration. “You know what, im still gonna hide here” So you get into the closet with him. 

It's less claustrophobic than what you expected. There was around a foot between the two of you. You hadn't had time to do anything with Harry since your schedules have just been clashing together. None of the sidemen knew you guys were together so Harry felt odd asking to miss more sidemen or reacts shoots for things you wanted to do together. While the no time to hang out or talk sucked, you and Harry had a HIGH sex drive, so not having sex in so long has been horrible. Looking at him in this situation, so close to you, low light on his face from the cracks in the cupboard. “Yk, I dont think we are getting caught for a while, so….” Harry said and trailed off looking at you. “So??” You say as you act oblivious to what he is insinuating. “Sooo… quickie??” That was all he had to say as you closed the gap between the two of you, kissing him with desperation since you've been waiting for so long. 

He pushed you against your side of the closet, one hand against the wall to stabilize him and the other sliding down your waist to grab your ass. Your hands found their way to his hair as you slightly tugged on them, making him moan into your mouth while lifting your left leg as you bit his lip. “I've missed you so much y/n,” he said in between breaths as you started kissing down his jaw and neck, littering them in love bites. He slid his hand under your skirt, lifting it as he slowly started rubbing your inner thigh. “Harry… pleasee” you moaned softly and now it was his turn to leave hickeys all over you. “Yes babe, ik we have to be fast” He slipped your panties down as your hands went down to his pants, fiddling with the waistband, trying to take his dick out without removing all his pants. “You ready?” you nodded as fast as you could as he slipped into you. You were so wet and throbbing as you've been needing this for so long. You started to moan as you felt Harry's hand on your mouth. “We need to be quiet y/n” You nodded again but your brain felt like mush. Harry finally starts moving slowly, but picking up the pace cause he knew you guys had less time. “Omg you so fucking tight, so wet, have you been missing me this much love?” he says with a smirk looking at your state. 

You both were so encapsulated in the moment that you didn't hear the rest of the boys shouting your names as you were the only two left. You also didn't notice the noises getting closer towards the closet. You were both focused on getting your high, “so close” Is all you could muster in the moment “Me too babe��� is said as the doors of the closet open. “Guys I found- OMG FUCKING GOD” Josh screams and closes the door while all the guys are trying to look from behind him. “WTF IS HAPPENING” Ethan is screaming or laughing you can't tell. “Oh fuck” Harry says as you both make urself presentable, but are so red from embarrassment. Harry slowly opens the closet as you both step out. “GET IT HARRY,” JJ says as he dabs up Harry awkwardly. “Wait… so are you two?” Simon asks. “Yup” You reply, still looking down in embarrassment. “Damnn congrats’ “WOOOOO” “LESS GOOO” You hear a chorus of cheers. “Im happy for you guys, but next time, don't fuck on a shoot pls, is there even any usable footage,” Josh asks. “First 2 minutes maybe,” Harry says awkwardly as he just wants to leave the situation.

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A/N: I hope yall liked it, its been a while since I've written anything so a bit rusty BUT I WILL GET BACK INTO IT

Keep dropping your requests

Love yall <33

[propertyofwicked]

sea sick | harry lewis

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.

[artvscvntymullet]

THE THINGS YOU CARRY - GEORGE CLARKE

content warnings : past toxic relationship, degrading comments, small mental spiral, panic attacks, light alcohol consumption

A/N : i'm not sure what it is with me and angsty shit, this starts off quite heavy, but does get lighter, i promise and PLEASE ignore the unusual character interactions, i am trying but the layout is a bit shit icl, but ill blame it on this not being proofread

masterlist here !!

The day started fine - normal, even. You’d laughed at something Liv sent in the group chat. You were walking with headphones in, weaving through crowds, thinking about what to wear to Simon and Talia’s tonight. It was fine.

Until it wasn’t. You were turning a corner near the station when you saw him, your ex.

You froze. You wanted to believe it wasn’t him. Maybe just someone who looked like him. But no — he smirked, and your stomach twisted. It was him. “Well,” he said, looking you up and down, “didn’t think you’d still be walking around like you own the place.”

You hadn’t seen him in months, at least not since your breakup. Not since he called you clingy and ungrateful and said loving you felt like “dragging a dead weight.” Not since he twisted your softness into something shameful and your kindness into something weak.

“Just leave me alone,” you said quietly, stepping to the side.

But of course he followed. He always did. “You look rough,” he said. “You sleeping okay? Not that anyone’s probably noticing anymore.”

You winced.

“Still dressing like that, too? Jesus, no wonder I got bored.”

There it was — your throat closed up, breath hitching. You used to cry in the shower about that stuff. About how you never felt pretty enough, never felt good enough. You told him those fears at 2AM, the ones that kept you awake. He’d kissed them off your skin and now he was flinging them at you like knives.

You didn’t remember walking away. You just remembered the cold, the blur, the echo of his voice pounding behind your ribs.

By the time you got to Simon and Talia’s, the house was already buzzing. Music floated through the open windows, laughter spilling into the street. People you knew, your friends were already inside.

Flo and Talia waved from the kitchen - both nursing drinks. Chris and Freezy were arguing about something by the window. Chip was doing shots with Television while Liv rolled her eyes fondly at something Bach had said.

George was there too and he caught your eye immediately, his face lighting up when he saw you — the kind of smile that reached his eyes. Your chest ached.

You tried to act normal, you made it maybe twenty minutes. You laughed at something Sabina said. You sipped whatever drink Liv handed you, but everything felt off. Like you were watching the night through a window, like the world was underwater.

Then, like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from, he was there. Your ex who was fucking leaning against the wall like he belonged there. Like he hadn’t torn you apart this morning and left the pieces in the street. He clocked you immediately and smirked.

Your body went rigid. Every nerve in your body screamed to run, to hide, to disappear. You turned sharply and ducked down the hallway, trying to get to the bathroom. Your vision blurred, you couldn’t breathe and panic slammed into your chest like a tidal wave.

You found a corner. Somewhere dark and somewhere small. You collapsed onto the floor, hands shaking uncontrollably. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t cry. Couldn’t move.

Someone was calling your name. You couldn’t respond. Then a new voice. “Hey, hey, hey, I’ve got you. You’re alright. Just breathe.”

George. He knelt beside you, voice calm, soothing and grounding. “Can I touch you?” he asked gently. “Just your hand, just so you know I’m here.”

You nodded - barely.

He took your hand, warm and steady, anchoring you. “You’re safe, you’re not alone. I’ve got you, okay?”

But your panic didn’t break. He looked around, clearly torn, then called out without letting go of you: “Talia? Someone come help please.”

Talia appeared first, then Liv. You heard murmurs, soft, worried. Someone closed a door as another dimmed a light. Talia was on the phone, asking Simon and JJ to get your ex the fuck out of the flat.

You still couldn’t speak. You were trembling, sweating. Your whole body betrayed you.

George stayed the entire time. Not once did he let go.

Eventually, the storm began to ease. Your chest still ached, but the waves weren’t quite drowning you anymore. You were exhausted and embarrassed, but ultimately relieved.

“Hey,” George said softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Let’s get you out of here, yeah? Come home with me, you can sleep. You don’t have to say anything. Just let me take care of you.”

His flat was warm, quiet. You sat curled on the edge of his bed, hoodie pulled over your knees. He gave you water and let you change into one of his big shirts. He didn’t ask questions, and thank god he didn't, otherwise you may have just crumbled there and then.

“Stay here,” he said gently. “I’ll take the couch.”

But your voice finally returned, a croaky whisper: “Can you stay? Just, I don’t want to be alone.”

His expression softened. “Of course.”

He climbed into bed next to you, careful to keep space between you until you shifted closer seeking out the warmth, the safety that he held. You felt his arm wrap around you, careful, protective.

Sunlight streamed through the window as you blinked awake slowly and quite disorientated.

George was still there looking handsome as ever with his eyes closed and face peaceful. His arm was still around you, your head on his chest. You listened to the steady beat of his heart. And then it all came rushing back.

You sat up quickly. He stirred, eyes fluttering open. “Hey,” he said, voice deep with sleep. “You okay?”

“No,” you whispered honestly. “But better.”

He sat up too, concern etched into every crook of his face. “You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.”

But for once, you were. You told him everything. Not just about the panic attack. About the relationship, the manipulation, the shame. The way your ex made you feel like loving you was a burden and about how hard you’ve tried to unlearn that.

George was silent, jaw tight. His eyes shimmered.

“Sorry,” you added. “That was a lot.”

He shook his head, “Don’t you ever apologize for that,” he said, voice cracking. “God I don’t know how anyone could treat you like that. You’re… you’re kind. And funny. And brave as fuck. I see how you light up a room, and he tried to make you think you were too much?”

He looked at you like you were something sacred. He leaned in. You met him halfway. "We don't have to do anything yet," he mumbled, in between kisses, "you don't have to do, or say anything. I'll just be here."

By the time you both made your way to Simon and Talia’s that afternoon, you were still trying to push past the heavy fog of insecurity your ex had planted. George, however, was a constant — you hadn't talked about the kiss but he was always present, always there when you needed him. He kept a quiet, steady hand at your back as you walked through the door, his presence grounding you in a way that made the chaos of seeing everyone feel far less intimidating.

The moment you stepped inside, Simon was the first to notice you. His gaze flickered between you and George, a questioning look on his face. Everyone else was chatting, most of them stayed over the night before, but their eyes were quick to fall on you too, like they were waiting for some kind of sign that you were okay.

“You alright?” Simon asked, voice low but filled with concern. He wasn’t used to seeing you this quiet, and the way you’d left the party last night hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“I’m okay,” you replied, your voice just a little too thin. You didn’t want to lie, but you also didn’t want to burden them. “Still a little shaken.”

Talia and Liv immediately crowded around you, their arms warm and welcoming. Talia gave you a soft smile. “You don’t have to be okay right now,” she said. “But we’re glad you’re here.”

The other friends started to gather too. Bach, the Arthur's, many who had been at the party the night before — and they gave you knowing looks, offering their usual teasing and jokes. But underneath all of it, there was an unspoken understanding. They didn’t push you to talk, didn’t ask for the details. They just let you be, to which you couldn't be more grateful.

Later that evening, as the group slowly found their way to the terrace for some fresh air, you pulled George aside. The weight of the night before and the morning still lingered on your mind, and you weren’t sure how much more of it you could carry without breaking.

You leaned against the railing, your fingers lightly gripping the metal, as you tried to steady yourself. It wasn’t the ex anymore. It was everything; the pressure of being “okay,” the pressure of keeping up appearances.

“You’re not alone, you know,” George said, his voice quiet but firm as he stood beside you, as if he could read your mind.

“I feel like I am sometimes,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “Like, no matter how many people I have around me, I’m still carrying this weight. I feel like I’m just too much sometimes.”

George turned toward you, his eyes soft but intense. “Listen to me. You are not too much. You are not broken and I know you feel like you’re carrying the weight of the world, but you don’t have to do it alone. I’ve got you.”

You looked up at him, his words sinking deep into you. You could feel your chest tighten again, but this time it was because of something entirely different. It was the feeling of someone caring. The feeling of being seen.

“I’ve liked you for a while,” you said quietly, a little scared of the words that left your lips, but trusting him. “Like… a long while.”

His expression softened, that familiar smile creeping into his eyes. “Yeah? Funny. I’ve liked you for ages too, and this morning, you being so brave, just proved it. So what now?”

You took a deep breath. “I think we take it slow. But I think it’s time I stop pretending I’m not falling for you.”

George stepped closer, his hand reaching for yours, his fingers intertwining with yours so naturally it almost felt like it had always been that way.

“I’m not going anywhere, okay? Not while you’re figuring this out.”

[mia-maybank]

I Have A Feeling You Got Everything You Wanted - George Clarke Series Masterlist

Part One

Part Two (coming soon!)

[carobear16]

Bros a cutie patootie

[buzzyb33]

You made it.

Prompt: growing up together y/n dreamt day and night of being a musician, she played guitar and piano and adored everything about it, her and Harry went school together until year 8 when she moved all the way to Leeds, she never really left his mind.

Warnings: mentions of height and hair colour, swearing,

“I’ll miss you Harry, you’re the world to me.” She said softly after an exhale on the last day of school to the summer holidays, the only difference is, she wasn’t coming back.

“I’ll- miss you too.” He says as they stand at the school gates together, her being 5’1 and him being 5’5 at 13.

She steps forward and pulls him into a hug. “I do hope you won’t forget me Harry.” She mumbled into his chest, containing her tears as some eyes land on them.

He gulps and hugs her back. “You’re not too easy to forget..”

Was the last thing he said to her.

13 years later he’s sat in the back of Josh’s car next to Ethan and Tobi in the front.

He was partially zoned out sipping on water as the radio played softly, though something clicked in him as he sat forward in his seat.

“Josh- mate, who’s this? Singing?” He asks as the feminine voice plays accompanying a soft piano melody.

Harry sips his water as josh starts to speak. “Uh- her name is- Y/n- yeah a-“ josh is cut off by Harry spitting his water at Tobi and choking.

“Ah! What the fuck Harry! Ah you’re a Dickhead man!” Tobi scoffs as Harry keeps chocking and Ethan taps his back.

“You alright mate?” Ethan says some concern in his voice.

“Did you say Y/n, josh? Do you- have a last name? What’s her last name?” Harry ignores Ethan and Tobi as he wipes his mouth.

“L/n, why?” Josh says glancing at Harry through the rear view mirror.

“Oh my fucking god.” He scrambled for his phone and opens Instagram straight away, searching up her name and clicking the recent post his eyes widen.

In the picture, she was in a suit but instead of trousers they were shorts and fake blood splashed on her face, a bright smile showing and her face painted in a paler tone- she was dressed as Patrick Bateman for Halloween, Her long black hair cascading down her back.

“Oh my fucking god..” He whispers to himself.

It was her.

“What is it?” Josh says as he sees his friends face.

“Is she- famous on Spotify or-“ he turns to Spotify and searches her name- the photo being her with a gorgeous light blue electric guitar and her in a white mini skirt, stockings and a cropped white button up shirt.

She has just over 12 million monthly listeners with her highest song having almost a billion streams.

Harrys jaw physically drops.

“I-“ he can’t even get his words out as he started at how beautiful she got, the dorky 13 year old girl with glasses and braces who stood by his side was now a mainstream singer, achieving her one and only dream?

“Spit it the fuck out, Harry man, you wanna fuck her after one Instagram search?” Ethan urges.

“Shut the fuck up- I- I know her. We- went to school together- but she left when we was in year 8, she always told me how she wanted to be a singer, and she played the guitar- for me once and she- did it so well- does it so well and- we- she was such a geek- she’s-“ he stutters slightly.

“Boys, she was my best friend.. I’ve told you about her haven’t I? She was the girl that I’ve Went to my year 6 prom with.. and Ethan there was that one photo of me and her in my house? When we have fucking ice cream around our face! That’s her! It’s-“

“Slow down.” Josh chuckles as he pulls into a red light. “How did you not know about her being big? She’s been at it for a while.”

“Shut up- i- dunno- I want to see her.” He frowns and pulls his phone back out and going onto Instagram and following her.

His finger givers over the message button before deciding against it and going into her Instagram page more.

He then checks her Twitter and follows her on their too just to see that JJ already follows her, that doesn’t sit too well with Harry but he lets it slide.

A couple hours later during a shoot Harry hears Simon talking to Callux and some other members about a party in northern London, a big one apparently.

Not thinking much of it as he didn’t attend party’s anyway as sweaty people and cheap drinks didn’t interest him much he opened Instagram to which a smile instantly took up his face when he seen Y/n had posted an Instagram story.

Harry still hadn’t got any courage to message her at all

“Will be in London for a party tonight ‼️” and Harry’s jaw drops.

“Simon!” He calls interrupting his conversation with JJ abruptly.

“Can I come with you to that party later?” He urged scratching the back of his head.

“You want to come to a party?” Simon almost laughs.

“Yes. Can I please come?” He held.

“Alright- sure.” He smiles and thanks him before leaving the studio.

Harry heads home and changes into black cargos, a simple white shirt and white air forces, during this shoot it was closer to his house so he could head straight back to where Simon was, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he looked himself in the mirror.

“Okay. Okay.”

After convincing himself he actually wants to leave the house and do something he walks books a taxi back to the shoot.

After arriving back to the shoot and his hair now messed up from the amount of times he ran his hand through it he goes to Simon.

“You’re really voluntarily coming to a party?” Simon says as he types on his phone, presumably ordering a taxi.

“Yeah- I am actually.” He quips back, nervousness in his body language as he taps his foot.

Simon hums in response, the mans hesitance almost obvious.

The taxi arrives some time later and Harry slides in the middle back with callux and freezy, Simon in the front.

Harry nervously checked Instagram just to see if Y/n has arrived at the party, to which she has.

She doesn’t seem like the type of person to let money get to her head, also, it’s been 13 years so he can’t judge that.

From her Instagram post he got a knack at what she was wearing- it just showed bellow her collar bone and she was wearing a black thigh high dress, her long black hair wavy down her shoulders and some combat boots to which it was captioned: “I look cool asf” to which Harry couldn’t help but grin.

The car comes to a tip and Harry impatiently ushers callux out the car as Simon thanks the driver.

“We’re early so-“ Simon starts and Harry nods.

“Kay- bye I’ll catch up with you lads later.” He says before walking straight into the club.

“Harry!” He heard after him but after going in he exhaled, scanning the room for girls under 5’5.

He didn’t see much, drinks, girls dancing, heavy eyed men, irritated bartenders, until he saw a girl sat at the bar, sipping a clear drink.

She was in all black with black hair, he gulped before taking steps forward and sliding into the seat next to her.

He asked the bartender if he could have a vodka and coke and starting a tab.

He thanked the man and looked at Y/n to his left, the second her green eyes met his blue ones hers widened.

“Harry?” She said softly.

“You remembered me?” He replied as they looked at each other, her mouth slightly agape.

“Harry! Oh- my god!” She jumped from her seat and pulled him into a bone crushing hug to which he instantly gave back with a. Grin as she hurried her face in his chest.

“You- wow! Harry!” She squeals, pulling away and admiring him. “Harry..”

“Yeah- you- Y/n.” He replied sheepishly as she tightened her grip on him.

“I thought you would of forgot me Harry..” she mutters out softly and he holds her.

“You’re not too easy to forget.” He says quietly as she pulls away, looking up at him with latter lips and glossy eyes.

Suddenly her face breaks into a smile and she keeps her arms around his waist.

“You made it, n/n..” he breaths out as she gazed into his eyes.

At the other side of the room freezy nudges Simon.

“Do- you know that short girl with the black hair who sings? British- uh follows JJ?” he says his eyes somewhere not on Simon.

“What? Oh hm? Yeah.. yeah.. Y/n..? I know her why?” Just as the words leave his mouth he follows Freezys eyes and sees said girl having her arms secured around Harry’s waist, his around her lower back as his eyes shine as he looks down at her.

“Oh well fuck me.. Bog has-“ Simon squints his eyes. “What- are they..” the two watch In silence.

“Fuck this- do you wanna go get some shitty food and just- talk? I’ve- missed you.. you’ve been in my mind all over the last years.” She asks, her voice getting softer as she speaks.

“Yeah- more than anything..” he chuckles as she changes her position and intertwines their hands, gently walking with him out the club.

He let’s her drag him out and can’t help but smile as she lets their hands fall to their hips.

Simon almost chokes. “Are- are you boys seeing this? She’s taking him? What the fuck?”

Callux laughs. “He came along just to drop some game huh? I wonder how long he’s been in those Dm’s..”

“How- what have you been doing, Harry?” She asks as the music is barely present in the distance.

“I’m- a YouTuber, I have 16 million subscribers and I’m part of- a uh, group of boys and we make videos too.. you— know KSI? I know you follow him.. I’m- uh part of the sidemen.” He trails off, hand in hand with Y/n.

“Been stalking my socials, huh?”

He swallows. “Well-“

“Don’t worry..”

She smiles brightly then at him as she starts talking: “you- made it too then, Harry, didn’t you?” She let out a airy laugh as they walk to a 24 hour McDonalds.

“You.. haven’t changed.. much.” He smiles, taking her figure in.

“You’ve changed a lot.” She smiles sweetly, her pale cheeks a light pink as they walk down the quiet streets of London.

“I have, yeah.” He responds as the two set back into a comfortable silence.

As Harry looks at their intertwined hands his mind races, he wants to tell her the world, show her the world, give her the world, but against his mind his mouth thinks first.

“Will you come back into my life Y/n? Consistently..?” He blurts out and looks down.

Her lips part as she stutters slightly. “Of course. I- want to to be in your life again Harry.. put- you’re..” she trails off as she pulls her phone out, giving it to him so then can exchange numbers.

He can’t help the dopey smile that plasters his face as they approach the McDonald’s.

They get their meal and sit in the parking lot on the curb as they laugh like old friends- well.

Over the next couple of weeks, the two spent a lot of time together, though Harry was seen to be sneaking around by his friends, as he failed to mention the rekindling of his and Y/ns friendship.

One day, after a shoot on a set, Harry had arranged to meet Y/n at a local restaurant, his impatience had been showing all the way through the shoot so when Josh stops him he has to stop his giddiness and irritation.

“Mate. What have you been doing this last month or so? You seem a lot more busy than normal.” Josh questions as Simon listens In.

“What? Uh- nothing, I dunno, just busy.” Harry shrugs, tapping his fingers together.

“Where are you going now then?” He urges as Harry meets Josh’s eyes.

“To- see someone?” Harry replies hesitantly.

“I fucking knew it! You’re sneaking around with that musician aren’t ya? Black hair, little, pretty big songs. I saw you leaving the club last month with her!” Simon interjects as he challenges Harry, eying him down.

“W-what? Y/n? No, I’m not! Im going to-“ Harry starts before he gets cut off by josh.

“Didn’t you say you went to school with her? So- you have been sneaking around with her?” Josh questions adamantly.

“Well- no, I’m not sneaking around with her! We’re both just really busy is all so- we make time for each other.” Harry scoffs, annoyed they got it out of him.

“And you’re going to see her now?” Simon asks with a grin.

“Harry has a her?” Ethan says as he walks past to which Harry scoffs again.

“Harry has a her.” Simon confirms with a teasing grin towards said man.

“We’re not together? Fuck off lads- I’m going to miss our d- schedule.” Harry pushes Simon and leaves the shoot.

That was the first incident anyway, it got a lot worse from their, such as when Y/n first met the boys.

“Sorry n/n you’re going to have to pick me up if that’s the only reservation free.. you can come to the warehouse, I’ll send you the location, right? Okay.. bye.” Harry speaks down the phone as he rubs his temples.

“We meeting the misses then?” Ethan grins as he slaps Harry’s back.

“Wh- fuck off, Behz, we aren’t together and you twats aren’t meeting her.” Harry says firmly.

By the time the shoot was done, Ethan had told the other boys about the situation and seems like Harry didn’t have a choice but to introduce her.

He mumbles something as he picks up his phone to call the girl, reluctantly putting her on loud speak.

“Hi Harry- I’m on my way now I had to get some petrol.” She says, a smile evident in her tone.

“S’alright, N/n, listen my friends want to meet you- you can say no of-“ he starts before she cuts him off. “The other sidemen? Oh sweet okay, I’ll happily meet them.” She responds and Simon wiggles his eyebrows at Harry.

“Yeah- okay, text me when you’re outside.”

“Fuck that, let’s wait for her.” Tobi grins as the others agree.

Much to Harry’s dismay, the second most important woman in his life (behind his mum) is about to meet his closest friends.

As the car pulls up, JJ speaks up first as the others are a little bit gobsmacked.

“You’re girlfriend drives a fucking lambo?” He sputters as she climbs out the matte black Lamborghini.

She wearing black ripped jeans, a white compression shirt, a black leather jacket and some black ray bands, as she steps out Harry steps forward first and wraps her in a hug.

“Hey n/n.. uh- okay.” He says as she grins up at him.

“Hi Harry.. how are you?” She asks gently as they pull away and he starts walking over to the boys.

“I’m.. okay, you?” He replies as he looks down at her.

“I’m good, thank you.” She smiles as Harry approaches the boys.

“Okay this is-“ he starts but she shakes her head.

“I know who your friends are.” She steps forward and shakes JJ’s hand.

“It’s- really nice to meet you! You’re a really inspiring guy- I’m Y/n.” She smiles up at him as he makes brief eye contact with Harry and grins back.

“Oh sick, it’s nice to meet you too, I like you’re car, clearly your style.” He winks as he takes in her outfit.

She smiles and goes onto Ethan who kisses her hand with a smile.

Harry rolls his eyes at that, though admiring the girl’s confidence as she gets to Vikk.

“I’ll be honest- I watched all you’re Fortnite videos in 2017. It’s really nice to meet you in person.” She smiles softly as he smiles back.

The second she finishes talking to Tobi, Harry takes her shoulders in his hands and pulls her back a bit.

“Okay, bye boys, we have to go now.” He says with a glare at Ethan as he winks back at the man.

“What? Bu-“ she starts but Harry leads her back to her car.

“Alright.. bye boys!” She smiles as she gets into the driving seat and waves at them through the window.

“I want Harry’s girl.” JJ says matter of factly as he turns back on his heel.

“She’s very nice.” Vikk says too which the boys all agree in some way.

Another time is when she begged him to come on a night out with her, which turned into her and his whole extended friend group going to some busy ass club.

“Do you think Harry and n/n will kiss?” Simon shouts to Vikk over the music.

“Probably!” He replies with a small laugh.

Later through the night, the girl was fucking pissed, she sat next to Harry and was laughing with (at) Ethan with the most stupid things.

“No- that’s not right..” she got out between giggles as she pushed his arm.

He smiles back, his eyes hazy.

“… mmm I like your tattoos, Ethan..” she smiles as she picks up his hand, inspecting his tattoos with a drunken grin on her face.

“And your.. rings..” she slurs, running her fingertips along his tattoos and rings.

“… s’nice of ya, n/n..” he chuckles and drinks so more if his drink.

She grins and leans back into her seat, looking at Harry.

“Can I stay at yours tonight? My house is soooo far.” She whines quietly.

Harry wasn’t nearly as drunk as Y/n, he was between tipsy and drunk as he nods.

“Course..” he replies and rubs his eyes.

One of Y/ns friends and Tobi had been flirting the whole night as she was leaning into him and they spoke softly.

She smiles and turns her attention back to Ethan.

“Do you.. like being a YouTuber?”

As the conversation flows, Harry rubs his eyes and stands up to go order the taxi.

“I’m calling a taxi now, n/n okay?” He says and she nods.

As the taxi arrives she says bye to her friends all of them promising to message her when they get home, she waves at them and stumbles after Harry.

After they got to Harry’s house, he gave her a sidemen shirt to wear and showed her the spare room.

“You did.. a s-SpongeBob collab?.. ha..” her giggle is so cute.. she’s so cute.

Before she fell asleep she wrapped Harry in a tight hug.

“I’m glad I found you again, you’re the best.” She slurs as she kissed his cheek and goes into the spare room.

His face turns red as he goes to his own room, his hand hovering over his face.

The two just got closer, the teasing from his friends got worse until he couldn’t escape it, teased for how he looks at her, how he speaks to her, how he changes his Attitude around her.

“You know, why don’t you ask her to come America with us for our video this week?”

Josh suggests.

“Ask her out. Make it a date..”

“Maybe..”

He sighs.

“Maybe.”

[clarkeysbedchem]

holding you close

arthur hill x fem reader

summary: going to arthur for comfort after having a nightmare

main masterlist | masterlist

You shot up from your hotel bed, gasping for the air that felt like it had been punched from your lungs. Tears spilled freely, cascading down your cheeks and neck as sobs wracked through your chest. Your back was damp with sweat, a stark contrast to the cold air seeping in from outside through the cracked window.

It felt so real - every moment, every movement, every word.

More like a memory than a dream.

You sat with your back against the headboard, knees pulled tightly to your chest. Your chin rested on them as you tried to regulate your breathing - in and out, in and out.

Each breath shuttered as you hugged your knees tighter, picking at the soft material of your pyjamas. Your mind wouldn't stop racing. It wouldn’t shut off. You stared at the door across the room, trying to convince yourself it was stupid. Just a dream

Swallowing down the remnants of your tears, you grabbed your room key, slid your feet into your slippers, and quietly stepped into the hallway.

Your hand hovered mid-air before Arthur’s door, shaking slightly. You hesitated, then knocked gently, your arms wrapped tightly around your torso, as if to hold yourself together. The sound of rustling from inside grew louder.

“Y/N?” The door creaked open, his voice laced with concern. “What’s wrong?”

He stepped aside, guiding you in as he noticed your trembling form. You kept your head low, hiding the tears still drying on your face.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccuped, turning slightly as he locked the door. “It’s so stupid.” You shook your head, wiping at your cheeks with a frustrated breath.

Arthur stepped in closer, placing his hands gently on your arms, his thumbs tracing soothing circles.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “What happened?”

You looked up at him through your lashes, shame tightening your chest. “I had a nightmare,” you mumbled. “I… I can’t sleep.”

Arthur nodded slowly, pulling you into his arms. You melted against him without resistance, letting the steady rhythm of his breath ground you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his chin resting lightly on the crown of your head.

You shook your head. “Not right now.”

He let you stay there for a while, holding you in the quiet, until he finally pulled back just enough to lift your chin, gently meeting your eyes.

“You can sleep here, if you want.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Are you sure? You don’t like sleeping next to people.”

A quiet laugh escaped his lips, warm and familiar. “True,” he murmured, rubbing his jaw with a thoughtful click of his tongue.

He turned toward the bed, slipping under the duvet and switching off the warm bedside light. His silhouette softened in the dim room.

You hesitated only a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed. Slipping your slippers off, you glanced over at him. His hair was tousled, haloed by the faint moonlight leaking through the curtains.

Arthur opened his arms. An invitation.

You slipped under the duvet beside him, laying your head on the pillow. He reached over and pulled the blanket up around you, tucking you in as you inhaled deeply, trying to will your mind into sleep.

But it wouldn’t come.

The room fell quiet, the only sound the gentle rise and fall of Arthur’s breathing. You turned on your side to face him, eyes tracing the outline of his features in the dark. Still restless, you pushed yourself up, leaning back against the headboard, knees drawn up again.

“What’re you doing?” Arthur mumbled, eyes still closed, reaching blindly for you.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

He shook his head, patting the spot beside him. “Sleep.”

You bit your lip, hesitating.

“Just come lay down,” he chuckled softly, pulling you close once again and wrapping his arm around your waist.

You shifted to face him, the heat from his body grounding you as his breathing returned to its steady rhythm. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the soft, rhythmic thud of his heart. His arms held you tighter, as if to keep you from drifting too far.

“This okay?” he murmured into your hairline.

You hummed in response, eyelids fluttering shut at last, letting sleep finally, mercifully, take you.

[wroetojaw]

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.

[w2soneshots]

Obsessed with this photo 💓 but I’m genuinely creasing at Vik just stood there coughing lmao😭✨