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w2soneshots · 20 hours
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Harry seriously wanted that point😆. Josh really said "oh wow"😭
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teewritessmth · 5 months
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#Instagram Au (02)
Harry Lewis x f! reader
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y/n.y/l/n me surprising him during his shoot and the aftermath when we got home🤭🤭
sza damnnnnn
wroetoshaw I have a surprise for you too
---ksi man, don't ruin it for her
---behzingagram harry I'm gonna smoke you if you spoil it
---vikkstagram MAN NO
---y/n.y/l/n good god what is happening
uwersdd I ship yall so bad
---amiji girl same
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y/n.y/l/n I have no words...Greatest surprise I have ever gotten.
wroetoshaw told ya I had one for you
---y/n.y/l/n you're the one for me
---zerkaa get a room please
---yedeh4m I love you guys
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wroetoshaw I love you @y/n.y/l/n, always have always will.
y/n.y/l/n Love you more than anything @wroetoshaw you sexy, handsome man.
tobijizzle i'm gonna cry
haileybieber best wedding I have been to
drake Up top g
---wroetoshaw thank you, man
sidemen Never been happier
siwass WHAT
---redwe fym what?
---siwass how are they married, I thought she was wit that mark guy or smth
---eduh bitch that was 7 years ago
---siwaas ...........................
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Sidemen NSFW Alphabet | Harry Lewis
Little bit of Harry Lewis smut never did anyone any harm! Let my know whether you wanna see this for more Sidemen- who's next to write the NSFW alphabet for? Let me know, and in the meantime, enjoy this W2S pic:
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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) Sweet boy once all of the sex is done. Gives soft, chaste little kisses against your back and neck and lets you have a moment to recover whilst he runs a bath. Carries you to the bath and sits down before helping you get in with him- your back against his chest, his humming sending vibrations into your body whilst you sit in the comfortable waters, closing your eyes whilst he massages your scalp with shampoo... Super soft aftercare.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) Made this headcannon before, but probably the tummy. You might be a bit insecure about it, thinking it doesn't look as toned as you want it to- but Harry couldn't care less, in fact, he loves it right where it is. He'd love resting his head on your tummy whilst your on the phone- just so that you can run your hands through his hair and make it all spiky and messed up whilst you talk, him just zoning out to the sound of your pretty voice and enjoying your presence... And sometimes just when spooning or cuddling, Harry reaches around to put his hand on your stomach- just liking the feeling of having something to hold. Always makes you laugh because it's kinda ticklish, but it never stops him from reaching around to touch his fave part of you- showering your stomach in affectionate kisses and rubs.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Inside you. Probs started the relationship with condoms but both of you felt it was too restrictive, so you got onto the pill- which was when Harry started his anti-condom phase, absolutely drunk on the feeling of cumming inside you- absolutely insisting to doing it every time. Life's never been the same for him since that.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Probably that he likes being dommed every so often. Sometimes he likes brat-taming, other times he just likes being able to be controlled- told to lie back, marked up with hickeys, get praised- sometimes even degraded. Oh god, this man would just love you being vocal in the bedroom. When he's on top and fucking you he's trying to make your neighbours remember his name. And when you're on top of him, hand wrapped around his throat and squeezing it just enough to have his head spinning, he'd want you to tell him how well he's doing, or say those degrading words that only added to the pleasure.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) Definitely knows what he's doing, like, he isn't inexperienced per say. Can do it and leave you satisfied, but that doesn't mean he isn't gonna try new things. Would wanna discover different things with you just to see whether either of you like them... And probably has a few weird experiences that he brings up every so often as if "Being put in a gimp mask" is an ordinary thing.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Depends on his mood- missionary is his all time favourite, but if he's in the mood for it, then cowgirl can't top it. He likes being able to see you- your face and the way your tits bounce every time he thrusts or you ride, when your on top. As we've established, when he feels like being dommed- nothing beats his hands on your waist, supporting each of your bounces whilst he watches your tits jump with each thrust- your hand also strategically wrapped around his neck so that you can lean forwards and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. And when he's horny and has the higher drive than you, he'll pin your hands above your head and pound you in missionary, his other free hand able to roam up and down your body- squeezing your chest or giving extra stimulation to your clit.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Generally, he's quite horny-brained and can only think of pleasuring the two of you. But sometimes, if you're riding and his mind wanders for a moment, he might just let out a "helicopter, helicopter... aaAA-" Which does indeed make you stop so that you can just burst out laughing at him.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) There's hair down there. I think generally he's quite comfy with however it is, but occasionally he'll shave it down a bit so that it doesn't become a jungle down there. November's always rough, as he is an active participator in Movember. But as soon as December comes 'round, best believe that man gets SHEARED.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Really very loving. He's passionate and talks dirty when the two of you are clearly insanely horny- but often times he enjoys pressing soft kisses against your body and making eye contact to bask in that beautiful expression you always pull when you're pleasured. Very intimate post-nut as well- will help clean you, tell you that you were amazing, press loads of little chaste kisses to your body...
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Can have a wank if you're away doing something, but prefers to just go to you when he's horny. Doesn't like the thought of doing something sexual without you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Hickeying and marking one another up. He loves pulling his shirt off at the end of the day and admiring the possessive marks you'd left across his chest. And he knew the both of you loved seeing those bright red markings across your collarbones and chest whenever he took your top off- and if there weren't any- he'd make sure you left with some.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Bed. It's comfy and he knows what he's doing there. Doesn't like doing it in other rooms because he it feels unnatural and isn't much of an exhibitionist- no, he's quite happy doing it in the bedroom where he's accustomed to whatever you want to do
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Seeing you doing anything that could be mildly sexual. Seeing you bend over to put the oven tray back in? He wants to fuck you bent over. Seeing you on the rodeo machine on a night out? Suddenly he wants you to ride him. Seeing you doing yoga in the bedroom? Suddenly he wants to rip those leggings open and fuck you right then and there.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs) I think he's very experimentalist- down to try a lot of things- but probably not feet. He could laugh about "Gobbling a toe" with his mates, but in reality the thought of a foot anywhere near his face icks him out immensely. Prefers the both of you wearing socks whilst fucking, oftentimes.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Something tells me he'd prefer giving. Getting head was all well and good- but the feeling of your thighs wrapped around his head with a bone-crushing pressure, hips bucking and grinding down- riding his tongue whilst he closes his eyes and laps up your pussy is something that is in his eyes- unparalleled.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Fast in the fact the both of you are chasing your highs. Sex is mainly for pleasure for the two of you, and so you'll both use each other to cum, before spending proper quality time together afterwards.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Not a fan of them. Likes being relaxed with no time limit on sex with you- nothing's a bigger turn-off for this man than STRESS, and knowing that he has to leave in 5 minutes? The thought of having to fuck in the short space of five minutes is too much for this man.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Happy to experiment when you both have the energy and all the means to try something new... But doesn't like taking real risks. If it can wait, it can wait, and if one of you are likely to get hurt in the process or something, he'd rather not try it. Taking risks is fine with him, unless it involves the possibility something could go wrong and end up harming you
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Probably just one round... Doesn't need to go another because he knows overstimulation isn't the biggest kink for the two of you
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) I'm gonna say he doesn't have toys for himself or use them on you. He knows if he's horny he can just go to you, and the same applies to you
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Not much, I don't think he'd really tease at all- he'd be too horny and needy to play with you or tease you- instead just fucking you. However when you were in the mood, there was always something special about teasing Harry- giving little signs in public and brushing against him knowing how it made him felt- riling him up made sex even better, somehow, as he pounded you harder than normal, giving stars in your vision
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Not stupidly loud- he lets out grunts and low groans whilst he's on top and leaves you to make all the loud noises. The first time you dommed him, he ended up letting out a little whine. That shocked the both of you, and you both sort of stared at each other for a moment in surprise- but you later admitted you kinda liked that, and so whenever you're domming, he now lets out high whines and sometimes even moans.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) One time you decided to experiment with rope. Something about tying you up to the bedframe felt really just morally wrong to him, and he didn't feel comfortable fucking you whilst you were vulnerable like that... But when you gave a go at reversing the roles? When you tied his wrists together behind his back and rode him- leaving hickeys across his collarbones and neck whilst you bounced on his dick- he realised he really liked rope.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) Probs above average but nothing that'd be unmanageable or insanely big... Something around six inches, maybe a bit more- but thick, and always leaves you filled
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) I think he has a v reasonable sex drive- isn't constantly thinking or needing it. When he does want it though, he's quite needy- constantly asking and pressing kisses to your neck to let you know he needs you
Z = ZZZ (Do they fall asleep straight after? are they tired or still have energy?) I don't think he'd fall straight asleep, but would definitely be tired or lethargic straight after... Lazily gets up to grab some water for you and runs a bath for the two of you to sit in and just relax... Not one to do anything very high energy post-sex
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PERIODS — harry lewis
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pairing: harry lewis x fem!reader
warnings: periods… NOT REALLY A WARNING BUT YKKK, swearing, suggestive-ness, medication
Whoever said people your age couldn’t have sleepovers, could go and do one—because you absolutely fucking could, you and Talia proving said notion right now; your boys were off again, somewhere abroad for a sidemen shoot and leaving you and your best friend alone. Instead of getting all weepy and mopey (over a boy, never you) you and her decided to make the most out of the lack of testosterone—after you’d dropped your boyfriend off at the airport, all innocent smiles and pretty fluttering lashes, you’d zoomed off (probably breaking several speed limits) to get to your best friends new home.
When you got there, she’d opened the door with an excited screech despite expecting you and you returned it despite knowing she’d been the one to open the door. After of long embrace where she didn’t wanna let you go, you finally convinced her with the promised of pizza and brownies. Hauling your overnight bag in, you’d began your girly night—music booming, comfy clothes on, gossip upon gossip and so many laughs your whole body was in tatters as you made pizzas and brownies (admittedly, hers were better but she was literally Mario’s second cousin, it’s to be expected)
Food in hands and smiles never leaving your faces, you’d taken off into a race into a race for the living room (you won, obviously) and began your evening of movie watching—from 10 things i hate about you to It, then legally blonde and Tangled, and many more, . . .you had quite the night. However both of your highlights was when you discovered you both started your cycles on that particular day—before your boyfriends had left and around basically the same times: it had you both in tear inducing laughter for two minutes. You’d ended up taking a Polaroid of you both grinning while holding up Flow (the period tracker app) and showing you both having the exact same cycles.
Twins.
That was yesterday—now you were both lying in a miserable heap of pain and exhaustion in Talia’s king size bed, hot water bottles on your abdomens and remaining snacks being shovelled into your mouths as you both snuggled and occupied yourselves on your phones.
You smiled slightly when your boyfriends name popped up over TikTok but grimaced afterwards as your stomach turned horribly.
harry🤍
gd mornin xx yu okay luv ?
me
you’re actually illiterate
harry🤍
and you can’t punctuate, we all have are own flaws. anyway i hope ur good, we’re landing at 3, want me to pick u up anything?
You grinned wider, deciding to piss about.
me
yeah actually can you get me some jumbo tampons!! thank youuu x
harry🤍
what. they do JUMBO? i mean thats, at least their being inclusive. good on em 👍 wait bloody hell love, you’re on again already? swear i don’t know how you still have blood in ya
me
yeah it happens to be a monthly thing, harry. 😄😄😄😄😄 also im with my gf so you might have to whisk me away before me elope xxxxx
harry🤍
she’d get you a shitty ring anyway i’ll get in simons lift home then and you can drop us off. … i love you, gotta go, see you soon gorgeous
me
love you too smelly 😜
You looked over at Talia at, miraculously, the same time she looked up at you and when she wordlessly showed you her phone, showcasing messages of her asking Simon for XXL pads, you gasped laughingly and showed her your messages to Harry. She made a shocked face before meeting your eye and you both burst out laughing, only to groan as you ached all fucking over.
“I hate being a women.”
It was now half two and while Talia was effectively making your day better—you both were still in immense pain. You’d migrated to every living room (you loved it so much, you could cry) and both had a sofa to yourself, Mushu (their adorable dog) was nipping at some toy from where he was sat by the telly. You both were on your phones for the most part, last nights episode of Love Island that you’d absently recorded now playing on the TV as you both munched away on the breakfast Talia got delivered—McDonald’s breakfast for you and she had a spiced cheesy omelette from this little breakfast place.
“When do you think Harrys gonna ask. .?” Talia looked at you from her place on the sofa, wiggling her ringed finger mischievously with a glittering smile, one hand still firmly against her stomach.
“Probably never.”
“Bullshit!” She shot back instantly, sitting up and pointing firmly in your direction as she ignored the pain she was in in favour of reassuring you. “Babe, you have not seen the way that man looks at you when he thinks no one is looking. Like, seriously, he has literal heart eyes for you and don’t even get me started on how he speaks about you. It’s like your the best thing in this entire world to him, really. Like you’re some kinda goddess or somethin’ he always looks so awestruck by you.”
“. .probably cause I cook him dinner.” You offered with a shrug, smiling lopsidedly, and Talia snorted with a head shake.
“Or you are his dinner.”
“I mean, he does—“
“Ah! WAIT, NO. Stop, no more, please.”
You grinned at her, sparing a wink before cooing at Mushu happily and urging him to jump up on you, which he did. Your entire demeanour seemed to soften as you wrapped your arms around the large grey ball of fluff.
“He’ll probably ask you soon.”
“Natalia.” You threw her a mock serious look and she put her hands up in a surrender motion, finding herself all too funny.
“What—have you seen you?” Talia retorted, faking a dreamy sigh as she readjusted herself on the plush material of her sofa. “I’d kiss you, marry you and fuck you. Repeatedly.”
“Miss Mar. . .” You jokingly trailed off.
“Have my babies?”
“I thought you’d never ask!”
“We should really do this more often.” Talia pouted at you, friendly love bright in her irises as she pulled her blanket more around her body. “I miss hanging with you, sexy bum.”
“Miss you more, baby cakes.” You winked at her dramatically, mouth falling open just like Fred Weasley and she giggled back at you, snapping a candid photo.
“Speaking of babies—“
“NATALIA HADDOCK.”
Approaching four o’clock was when your boyfriends finally rolled up—you and Talia didn’t actually notice at first, you were both laying down on the living room floor with Mushu next to you and a mediation video on the large screen, giggles slipping past your lips even as you attempted to be quiet. You would’ve sat up but considering your cramps. . .‘twas a no go.
“Keep your fake lips shut, Cruella.”
Talia squawked in offence at your comment but kept her eyes shut for the purpose of mediation, blindly lifting a manicured hand to swat at you.
In that moment, your boyfriends both walked through the door, trading odd looks at the silence in the home (if there was anything you and Talia were together, it was not silent). Simon lead Harry through the house, more confused than anything to where his fiancé was but when they heard whooshing sounds from the living room, they both stopped uncertainly.
Harry quickly picked up a random umbrella from where they were sat, just in case.
However, when you hesitantly stalked into the living room they didn’t expect to see both of their girlfriends laying sprawled across the floor in starfish position with a mediation video playing on the large TV. They both paused, trying to repress their amusement and Harry instantly got out his phone—zooming into you to take some photos.
“Feeling zen, yet?” Simon inquired.
“So zen.” You both confirmed, simultaneously.
There was silence for no more than a second before you and Talia both let out startled exclamations and sat up straight—immediately groaning out in pain after as your stomach cramped and ached (day 2 was your personal worst day for pain/cramps).
“Woah. Woah, woah.” Simon paused at the in sync groans of pain, “listen. . .I know you both have like, interlinked emotions but please don’t tell me you can feel what the other feels?!”
“Boy.” Talia gave him a deadpan stare.
“Help.” You urged your boyfriend, reaching out your hands expectantly and he rolled his eyes fondly as he walked over to you, large hands taking your smaller ones in his own and he tugged you up from the ground, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into him. “Hey stranger.”
“Hey.” Harry mumbled back, grinning widely as he pulled you flush against him, digging his head endearingly into the crook of your neck and leaving two swift kisses, your sweet aroma surrounding him and clouding his thoughts as you hummed, running your fingers through his short hair.
“No PDA in my house!” Simon exclaimed.
“Shush,” Talia tutted—unimpressed with her fiancé, “don’t listen to him. Harry, kiss my girl all you want just. . nothing more, preferably.”
“She’s not your girl.”
“Am I not?” You played clueless, faking a confused look at him before going to step over to your best friend, only for him to tug you back against him, large, muscled arms wrapping around your front to hold you back.
“Disgusting.” Simon blanched. “Do that in your own home, please.”
You and Talia both rolled your eyes in sync: you turned your head to smile up at your boyfriend, pressing a loving peck to his soft lips and then his bicep before gently tugging his arms off you, getting ready to say bye to your friends.
“Bye beautiful.” Talia grinned, her arms coming to wrap around you with a careful tightness. “I love you, let me know if you need anything—also, we should really really do this again soon. I love spending time with you.”
Feeling your heart warm, you smiled back at her genuinely. “I love spending time with you too, Lia. Next time we can make lasagna and cupcakes. . .the Tom and Jerry ones.”
Talia squealed slightly, pulling away from your hug to press kisses to both your cheeks and then your forehead.
“You’re the best. Miss ya’ already.”
“Missing you more.”
A few minutes later, you and Harry were finally out of the mini-mar household. Your boyfriend had finally resigned to carrying you when you had fully stopped walking and hunched over slightly in pain from your cramps—he’d sighed, like the tired boyfriend he was, then gently picked you up bridal style and ignored Talia’s obnoxious awes and how she took several pictures.
(She totally didn’t put them on her story)
“Spoiled princess, ‘s what you are.” Harry shook his head jokingly as he carefully put you down in the passenger side of your own car that he was driving cause you were in pain.
“Ain’t that the truth.”
He grinned at you, looking up through his lashes as he did your seatbelt for you, one of his large arms caging you in and the the other free arm reaching over your lower half to tug the seatbelt tighter. He looked similar to an angel in that moment—sun illuminating his features, those fucking blue eyes you were a sucker for and you felt a trail of sparks on the skin his hand purposefully brushed over.
“That tight enough?” Harry inquired, cheekily.
“So tight.” You responded with a snicker of your own and he rolled his eyes at you, tugging a strand of your hair briefly and you feigned a dramatic wince as he left you, shutting the door to your side and climbing in the drivers side.
You looked over, rolling down your window readily as you knew what was coming—when your car started to take off, Talia opened up the window closest to the driveway, popping out her head with a gorgeous gleaming smile.
“BYE BYE BEAUTIFUL, I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON!”
“BYE GORGEOUS—SAME GOES FOR YOU, CALL ME!”
As you did the ‘call me’ symbol with your hand and gave her a dramatic wink, she giggled before ducking her head back indoors.
“Might as well date her.”
“Might just, y’know.” You smiled at him sweetly, turning on the radio for background noise like you always did, “Smells a lot than my current partner anyway?”
“He can’t be that bad!”
“No, really, he stinks of piss.”
“I beg you fu—“
He cut himself off, grin faltering as he heard you wince in pain, frowning softly as he looked over at you.
“Hanging in there alright?”
“Mhm.” You hummed, smiling tensely.
“I got you something.” Harry mentioned, peering over at you and when he saw you looking him with that adorably confused look, he nudged his head backwards and your eyes followed—landing on the Tesco bag in the backseat.
“My jumbo tampons?” You cackled to yourself.
“No—I did look though—“ Your laughter increased in volume, ignoring the aching pain overcoming you as best you could, “Oh—Oh. I see now, they aren’t a thing. You played me.”
“What? No, never.”
“I smell deceit.”
“I smell piss. Oh, wait, it’s just you.”
You giggled at yourself and while he tried to playfully glare at you, he couldn’t quite keep his smile at bay as he stared at you.
Curiously, you reach behind you and tug the Tesco bag from its space in the back, lugging it into your lap and opening it up—your mouth immediately pops open in an awww when you take in the two sets of cupcakes, your favourite chocolate bars, the sanitary products and some pain medication.
“Harry. .”
“Don’t mention it, I beg.” A sheepish crimson blush coats his pale cheeks at your tone and your evident heart eyes. Jesus Christ, were you pretty. He was so lucky to be able to call you his, that much he knew for sure.
“Thanks, handsome.”
“Yeah, yeah anytime man.”
You arch a brow.
“Anytime, love.” Harry corrects, flashing you an equal parts amused and sarcastic smile as you nod your approval to the changing pet name.
When you finally arrive back at your apartment complex—Harry’s already out of his side of the car as soon as it stops, and then he goes over to you, opening your door and looking down at you. He lets at a dramatic heaving sigh at your doe eyed look, scolding his skin for flushing and heart for picking up.
Effortlessly, he takes the bag off your hands with one hand and pulls you from the car with the other, once you’re out the car he lifts you up easily with one arm and you wrap your legs around his hips, arms around his neck.
“Hi.” You mumble, grinning mischievously as your acrylics scratch at his beard.
“My pretty troublemaker.” Harry huffs affectionately, squinting down at your bright smile fuelled by mischief. “Don’t you dare bring attention to us, this is embarrassing enough.” He nearly whines.
You merely smile, a kiss to his cheek to tide over his anxieties.
The walk was going pretty smoothly, but as soon as Harry stepped foot into the elevator, another set of footsteps followed and his eyes shut miserably, leaning down and sighing into your neck hopelessly.
“Hi Effie!” You immediately perk up at the sight of the older woman—Effie was this sweetheart fifty six year old who lived on the floor below you and Harry, a vast lover of plants and animals with a hatred for men (you loved her, Harry was scared of her).
Harry barely refrains for niping at the soft skin of your neck in reprimand. Of bloody course.
“Hello dearie.” The older woman, hair a dyed purple shade and silver septum hanging from her button nose, greets you with a calm smile. Effie was evidently unfazed by the scene in front of her—if anything, she was proud that you were putting your man to work. “How are you today?”
“Oh I’m grand, Ef.” You smiled so charmingly that as Harry stared down at you, he almost forgot he was even supposed to be annoyed. “How are you? How’s Tia, I miss her!”
“I’m well, thank you, dearie. Tia misses you too, I assure you. Perhaps you come down tonight, I can bake us some cookies just how you like them.”
Harry paused, bewildered. Did his girlfriend just get hit on by a grandma?!
“I—“
Before you could even get a word out, the elevator dinged open to your floor and Harry wasted now time practically sprinting out with his arms possessively entangled around your frame; you quickly exclaimed a startled ‘bye Effie’ over your boyfriends shoulder before the elevator doors shut.
You quickly distracted yourself with how you could feel your boyfriends muscular biceps as he held you up, your acrylics took to touching and tracing them as he bounced you up further on his hip. You closed your eyes, leaning further into him and humming at the delightful scent of his cologne, the soothing vibrations of his body as he quietly chatted away helping to dull the aches in your own body.
“You alright there, y/n?”
“Never been better.” You smiled up at him and he gives you an amused one back, kissing your forehead softly as he finally opens the door to your shared apartment—once inside, he readily manoeuvres the both of you to the sofa where he carefully places you down, handing you the bag of food and your favourite blanket he spots on the lone armchair. “Thank youuu.”
“Spoiled princess.” He names again, but the smile on his face is enough to melt you despite his words.
Harry then goes into the kitchen as you try and adjust on the sofa more comfortably, face screwing up as a particularly harsh pain washes through you—your abdomen clenching. To distract yourself, you search through the Tesco bag and smile to yourself as you take out the first batch of muffins.
You mindlessly click onto WhatsApp, taking a photo of the bag of goodies and sending it to the girls groupchat with a little ‘make your men do this for you, pretty ladies’ and instantly being met with gushing from them all.
“Showing off my expert shopping skills?”
You startle—gaze flickering to your boyfriend who smiles at you, that smile he saves just for you and it makes you feel so special and warm every time. Your eyes dart over him, noticing the hot water bottle he now clutches (you love that hot water bottle—it’s got this absolutely adorable cover of a lama).
Fucking hormones, you think, as you feel a wave of emotion hit you at how much he’s done for you.
“Hey,” Harry noticed the quivering frown you now adopted and internally panicked, did I do something? Hot water bottle in hand, he hurried towards you, kneeling down on the floor beside where you were laying and twirling a pierce of your hair around his finger. “Hey. What’s wrong, love, hm? You in pain?”
“Yeah.” You answer him shakily, that’s not why your suddenly upset. “I love you.”
If he’s confused—he doesn’t show it, he merely smiles at you comfortingly, leaning in to gently press a kiss to your lips.
“I love you more.”
You smile up at him and his face softens completely at you—he’s so fucking in love. And yes, these thoughts of his are incredibly soppy, but, he couldn’t help it. The girl of his dreams, the love of his life, the prettiest person in the world, was currently staring at him like he hung the moon and the stars. . . he’d never tire of your beautiful face, your radiant smile that flustered him every damn time.
When you move so he can slide in behind you, he eagerly takes the invitation. He slots in behind you on the sofa, pulling you atop him with your back against his chest; he takes the hot water bottle, your favourite one, and carefully moves up your shirt before pressing it against your lower stomach and keeping his hands there to hold it in place, pressing a thoughtless yet meaningful kiss to the side of your head and you snuggle back into him.
“Oi, give me a bite.”
“Fuck off, it’s my scran.”
“Yeah—and who’s card did it make a dent in?”
“Our card, handsome.”
“. . . Spoiled princess.”
And that’s how you spend most of the rest of your day—intertwined limbs, goofy grins, soft kisses and joking insults.
(He’s never been more in love)
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10 MINS OF X AND Y BEING THE CUTEST CHAOTIC COUPLE | h. lewis
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summary: a compilation of your and Harry’s best moments as a couple caught on camera. [7.5k words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: this has been in the works from I think before christmas so i had to get it out there pre-babybogs 😭 i just wanted to take my time and really think through the scenarios. deeply anticipated, so i hope the wait was worth it! i found it adorable to write and hope you enjoy! consider it a thank you for 800 followers!! 😚💗 don’t forget to reblog! <333
THE DAY YOU STUMBLED ACROSS the video was a day your younger self would have never expected:
▶︎ 10 minutes of W2S and Y/N being the best couple on YouTube. | 10:19
Considering you’d only just began giving back to people who followed you online for you, after years of Harry’s protectiveness of wanting to hide you, you were a little surprised to find such compilations online, and kind of chuffed about it. You hardly ever appeared in his videos, only spotted walking past the room or mentioned in a story.
Always too scared to be yourself incase they didn’t like you, in case you were too much, you were kind of seen in the beginning as Harry’s quiet and camera-shy girlfriend.
Until Lockdown happened, Harry felt like it was finally time to give in and give the viewers what they’d been longing for for years: you in a video.
They knew you were there all along and they’d met you in a few clips, but they wanted that proper appearance from you, not just a glimpse of your figure walking around the room. Hearing you gasp when a computer chair hit your door or tell him off from the side when he broke a controller — it wasn’t enough. They wanted to see what Wroetoshaw’s girlfriend was really like. Harry was apprehensive, of course, but he came up with a funny idea and he could do with the views, knowing the fans were desperate to see another face than his.
So he gave them the shock of their life; a revolutionary moment in his channel history:
He gave in and posted a Reddit Reacts with you.
From then on — you were engulfed in the YouTube world. Posted on his channel, featured on the Sidemen, invited onto other’s channels and showing up in clips from friends’ holiday vlogs now that Harry wasn't telling them to edit you out of them. He let you embrace it. You flourished online, becoming extremely popular and gaining more than enough attention for Harry’s liking, fans were almost mad at him for keeping you hidden in the dark so long, wishing you'd been put out there sooner.
It didn’t take long for fans to realise why you and Harry were together and how you’d stayed such a strong, happy couple these last few years - you were just like each other and it was both the funniest and cutest thing to see. You were the next big thing since Zalfie.
Years later, he still had a nervousness to him when you were posted online, just wanting you to be sheltered from anyone who dared try to take you down, but, as anyone could see: you were Wroetoshaw’s GF. You couldn’t be brought down.
Luckily, in the short time span of your internet breakthrough, you got love online; you were toxically favourited, unofficially crowned the Favourite Sidemen GF of the lot and on the path to plucking the crown off Molly-Mae’s head for favourite UK girly celeb influencer. Oh you were coming for her, when you got your vlogging camera it was over. Easily way more liked than her and fun to watch. You were quite literally just your boyfriend in girl form which made you so entertaining.
Although your relationship was something you both savored and you weren’t big on PDA to begin with, catching moments of you two together was like finding gold in a coal mine. You couldn’t recall any moments that stuck out in particular so you were apprehensive to see what the video may include, but your relationship was a second-nature and you could only imagine them to be pointing out things that you didn’t even realise you were doing at the time. If you had to take a guess, you’d bet money that most footage would be from your friend’s vlogs or family members' Instagram stories — the only ones you couldn’t fight to take down their exposing of you.
Your younger sister, Sophie, was the worst for snapping photos of you both in your family home. She posted anything and everything. She didn’t give a fuck what you said and she didn’t give an even bigger fuck in what Harry said. In fact, fans had picked up on the running joke of her always being the one to share you two constantly walking around with the most bitchiest, judgemental faces ever. The one of you in the living room, watching This Morning when both your faces were identically disgusting by whatever it was being said from Holly Willoughby, or standing in the kitchen, both leaning on the counter, arms both crossed, confused, screwed up faces on full display as your Mum rambled on about some neighbor drama. Your friends always said you guys were the worst for concealing your faces - always thinking the same thing and not needing to say anything for them to know. Zerkaa had posted a photo of him and Freya at a festival and you and Harry had photobombed behind them, your arm slouched over his neck while your heads faced to the left, clearly judging somebody in the crowd with your little wristbands and pints in hands. Neither of you meant it, it was a natural reaction, and you both knew about it because it’d been shone light in Harry’s Reddit compilation vids where he spoke on it.
Your relationship was revealed a lot as well through Harry simply slipping things in on behalf of his personal experience in videos and podcasts, whether it was flattering to hear or not:
“Your Mrs ever get angry at you when you sneeze? Mine does.”
“Love a finger up the ass.”
“How am I supposed to lose weight when she brings home a fucking 30-pack of donuts?! Does she stupidly expect me to not eat them?!”
His Reddit videos were practically the only thing he’d let you in on, and you weren’t mad about it. You, and the fans, loved when you would squeeze onto one chair and go through the many memes and compilations made involving your boyfriend and his friends. “Can you hear ok?”
“Yeah,” you answered, putting the earphone he handed you in your ear as you shared a set. Harry was in control of all the clicking and scrolling, although the amount of times he glanced at the camera before hurriedly scrolling past something was endless. The amount of times you found yourself going “NOW NOW NOW, AH AH AH, what was that?” and forcing him to go back.
To be fair, you were surprised the computer chair you shared hadn’t snapped yet. “Harry, we’re both so heavy, how has this not broken yet?” you muttered as he moved the camera a little to the left. Your legs were always balled up in his lap or sat comfortably on his thigh, always feeling the weight of the leather chair push down with the pair or you. You weren’t the lightweight 17-year-olds you once used to be. So many times you would slightly maneuver to let viewers hear how creeky it’d become, brows pulled together stressfully.
And then one day it did. The chair did break and you were for some reason surprised. “Did you save—” you froze in the position of putting you arm around your boyfriends neck as both your eyes widened. “Y/n,” he said, not moving an inch. It was like there was a shark in the water. And then you just slightly lifted your leg off the floor and BAM. “Wh–AHHH!”
“FUCK!”
The chair snapped and rocked back, but of course the weight of you two elephants sent it flying to the floor, Harry’s arm wrapped around your waist as you fell because if he was going down - you were coming with him.
“Fuck me.”
“Ow, a wheel just pegged me,” you rubbed your bum whilst picking it up, sharing a giddy laughter.
But the Reddit videos continued once his new throne was delivered, and you resumed in your usual spot. “Now, look what happened the last time,” he grunted as you threw yourself down on him, “you and your fat arse.”
You gawked at the camera, as if questioning viewers if they’d just heard what he’d said. “Don’t talk about my fat arse,” you flicked your hair over your shoulder while he flinched from it getting in his face, usual, “you’re heavier than me.” And then you had him pulling away again as you starred at yourself in the monitor, unknowing your chest was quite literally blocking Harry’s view and making it hard for him to see what he was doing. For fuck’s sake, his face evidently read, although he kept quiet as you settled and wrapped your arm around his neck and shoulder. There could have been a montage alone of Harry trying to move and see past your chest.
“Don’t you love it when your boyfriend is out of the house and can wear his shirts to do your makeup in?” You have a sarcastic smile to the camera as you went live on Instagram for the first time in forever to give your highly-anticipated makeup routine. “Harry takes it so bad when I wear his stuff getting ready. He hates it when I get makeup on a top, hates it. I actually get nervous when I hug him or lean up to kiss him and get foundation on his shirt,” you tapped the collar, “I just don’t say anything,” your mouth opened as you beagn applying your mascara, realisation dawning on your a few moments later. “. . fuckin’ don’t know why, I wash them anyway. He wouldn’t know how to work our fucking washing machine.”
“—YOU ARE THE WORST FOR THAT!” You looked at him in the chair, trying not to smile at his shameful look taking his face. “If there is one thing I hate more than anything else is somebody referring to their mate’s girlfriend as a dog. Like even as a joke, I hate it. Calling anyone a dog. I literally — I think it is just so disrespectful and low, like childish,” you were pinching your fingers, getting the point across of how much you hated the phrase. “Straight up, calling someone’s girl or mum a dog? So rude.”
Harry was smiling at the computer screen, letting you ramble while you sat on his knee, knowing he was guilty of it. “You literally said it last weekend.” You craned your neck to give him that ‘really?’ look. You know? Insulting other people as usual on a night out? “You can’t say that.”
“Why not?” he almost rolled his eyes.
“How would you feel if someone said I was a dog?!”
He shrugged at the camera like it was obvious. “I’ll call their girlfriend a dog if they look like a dog. Mine doesn’t,” he summed up, trying not to laugh at the camera as it sounded almost stupid it was that obvious, and you shouldn’t have felt as flattered as you did at his meanness towards others.
When the webpage was loading, you often found yourself singing or humming a song inbetween — or in this clip’s case, a football chant. “Harry Maguire—” you subconsciously began, drumming your nails on his desk, “Harry Maguire! He drinks the vodka, he drinks the jagers—”
“And his head’s fucking massive!—” Harry joined in from the bathroom.
Everyone timestamped the minute, commenting how this just proved how perfect a match you two were.
The next clip was from an old video from what must have been 2018 — one of the first times you’d been in one of Harry’s videos for a few seconds besides passing by the doorway, when you’d ran in on him filming in a panic: “HERB JUST ATE MY PILL.”
Not just a pill. Not just a packet. But the box.
Four packets worth had been ripped to shreds by your new puppy at the time.
“What?” He swivelled around in his seat, confused by what you meant.
“HARRY,” you said in disbelief, feeling like you shouldn’t laugh, but the sight of the packets chewed to pieces by your male puppy dog — you couldn’t believe him. He was actually so stupid. “LOOK.” You could tell so many questions were running through both your heads.
Did you take him to the vet?
Was he going to die?
What the fuck were you gonna do with no birth control?!
Harry was just as shocked as you, but also, trying not to laugh. He didn’t know what to do either.
There were also a couple clips you’d watched that you’d never seen before. Some that really melted your heart ‘til it was a puddle. The boys had been answering a question for Side+ and their faces seemed torn. Your boyfriend spoke up, “I-I dunno man, I— sometimes you hear, or I hear stuff about what lads do to their girlfriends like—someone they love and I’m like—” the boys were completely with him, knowing what he was trying to say. “Like I read something in the news and I just . . it makes me want to go home and just . . ”
“—hold your Mrs?”
“YEAH! Love her! Like, I dunno, like it just weirds me out. I don’t get it, man. How is that love? How do you class that as love, I-I-you—I,” he gave up after stuttering so long. “Don’t get it. Worship your woman. Protect her!”
You were a puddle.
“Would you do it?”
“Swap bodies with my girlfriend for a day?” He tilted his head uncomfortably at the next conversation topic on Side+. “You would?”
“Of course!” Ethan boasted, imagining him and Faith in switched positions. “Being a woman for the next 24 hours?! Could you imagine!”
“And you’d let her shag you as you?” Simon asked.
“YES?!”
“Nah, nah, I-I don’t know,” Harry scratched the side of his head with a finger, playing it out in his head. “I don’t . . I don’t know if I would want to be her and . . do the things she does—?” the more he tried to explain the more he knew he was going to say something he regretted and that he did. The boys were laughing while he just wanted to shrug off the whole conversation.
“Huh! On the receiving end?” Ethan giggled while Harry pretended to not hear his comment.
“No. I dunno. Dunno how I would feel about her as me acting . . as her— I DUNNO!” It was just weird. He’d think he’d be pretty scared of you bossing him about in his body. He didn’t think he could handle that. Oof, goosebumps.
The next clip was one that made you claw at your skin, you cringedddd so hard. Harry was on stream, for once, a Saturday night in whilst you’d went out for what was supposed to be ‘a few.’
No. You’d come thumping home after a 12 hour binge and it was only approaching 11PM. Harry, sat on his computer, laughing at the game his was videoing when he shot a nervous glance to the camera as he heard you come tumbling in, a ruckus going on in the living room as your heels hit the floor, your bag being chucked onto the counter and sliding off onto the ground also. Suddenly, he got the urge to call it a day and get off cam.
Well no. Not without you saying your own little goodbye to his audience.
“HEYYYY,” the door hit the wall, and Harry hadn’t even flinched.
“You alright?” He tiredly smiled at you as you greeted him like one of the girls, on edge with his camera being live and you suddenly showing up pissed out of your mind. He looked at you but kept glancing at his screen as if trying to tell everyone to brace themselves. He felt so awkward. He didn’t trust you in this moment.
He shuffled a little out of frame on his chair as he knew you’d come straight to him, fall in his lap for a snuggle and that you did; wrapping your arm around his neck for a tight squeeze and a big kiss on the side of his head. “Oh my God. It was so bad today,” you pushed yourself off him, standing with your hand on your hip, hair completely wrecked and skirt wrinkled from bunching up all night. “Well not bad but you know what I mean,” you puffed, feeling out of breath, looking him up and down. Not just a snack, but a full course meal. “What you doin’?” You backtracked your way to the door, going to change out of your current fit, hoping he would follow you wherever you went.
“Streamin’,” he smirked, watching you begin to take your earrings out, long legs wobbling in your wedges.
Streamin, ooo, you mocked him in your head, raising your brows at him before attempting to unbutton your shirt, knowing it was impossible with your acrylics. He was watching you, trying to end his stream but also waiting for the moment you completely wiped it in those heels. “You want flashed?”
“Eh?” Harry was taken back as his eyes darted around the screen.
You were wheezing into yourself, you were laughing that much, trying to pull up the tight material up over your head at his door but it was not on. This was not getting over your head.
Harry’s eyes were nearly out of his sockets, moving his camera even more away from the left in case any inch of you appeared on cam, his heart rate accelerated as you fought the shirt off you, tits almost spilling out of the vest you wore beneath it. “Y/N! Jesus Christ!” He didn’t want to laugh ‘cause he didn’t want to encourage you but you were on one, and he couldn’t help it, laughing, holding his hands out to keep you away from him. “STOP! Now.” He said, kicking up his leg to keep you from taking a step closer, his foot an inch from your leg. You just looked at him humoured, and flashed him, finding his reaction the funniest thing in the world at that moment as he did his best to ignore and turn off his fucking monitor.
“HURRY UP!”
���Y/N! Just go! Go to bed — go to the-the room,” he stuttered, laughing, getting himself flustered as he ushered to get out the door.
You stood at the door for about 5 minutes, still egging him on, getting told to leave before lifting your top up again, sending him to silence before escaping to your room, where you couldn’t wait to hear his footsteps thud in after you.
Another clip you were caught lacking in was once again when he was on stream and you’d just come out of the shower, rubbing the back of your thigh with a face of discomfort, your leg feeling bruised from the hour long bike ride you’d both gone on last night around London. “Harry, I feel like I slept with your dick in my ass with the pain I am in today. I am never riding those LimeBike— are you recording?”
“You ever get when your Mrs starts to look in the mirror too long . . and you get nervous incase they start to realise how good-looking they are compared to you?” the boys burst out laughing at Harry’s shared insecurity and giddy laughter into the mic. Glad he wasn’t the only one. “Sat like ‘ay! ay! ay! Cut that out!’” he chuckled as the boys agreed and laughed with him.
“You ever find yourself pulling one of your Mrs’s hairs out your arse crack?”
A two-second shot in a Sidemen sunday had pulled at some heartstrings, blink and you missed it - it had all the girlfriends swooning. Checking to see how much time he had left for a challenge, Harry pushed his phone in his pocket, his lockscreen on display and for everyone to nosey at — the most cutest thing ever being the most cutest photo of you on his screen - such an innocent, candid pic nobody would expect him to have picked out of everything. The picture was a couple years old, but it was his favourite because it provided him with so much comfort without him even realising: a simple pic of you getting water from the fridge dispenser back at his home in Guernsey, freshly showered and in a pair of fluffy Primark pyjamas, smiling as you told him a story when he snapped it, getting oddly sentimental at the captured memory. You weren’t even looking at him, but he’d been leaning on the door frame waiting for you, and had a moment of realisation of how cute you (still) were. And his. His cute little girlfriend. In her polar bear pyjamas.
A clip from Rosie’s story also made it way into the video, a 10 second video of her zooming in on Herb wearing his cute little bow-tie collar, but fans were more interested in you and Harry in the back, laying on the living room sofa, heads directed to the TV, you running your nails up and down his back as he looked to be falling asleep.
You also loved seeing his response when the boys made little jokes or brought up the internet’s claims about you and how you were . . quite literally the most stunning person they’d come across. You were the easy target for his friends to stir up and get him worked up. He usually played it off by a certain petty look to the camera, used to them but still never knowing how to respond to them. Unless it was an unusual guest or participant’s in other video — fans could tell the difference from an unimpressed stare to an agitated stare:
“And you’re Wroetoshaw – Harry Wroetoshaw! Ain’t you the one with the really hot girlfriend?”
“Harry, you are getting grilled on this pitch— you getting dom-ed on and off the pitch!”
“His Mum’s leng. His sister’s leng. His gi— his wife is fucking leng, bro—save us one!”
“Your girl seems like a potential MILF, I could see that.”
You clicked your bronzer closed, “every time I hear the start of that song . . the same beat to Harry’s disstrack . . my heart drops to my stomach. I don’t know why but I immediately get the urge to go hide.” You explained as your TV played the song in the advertisement.
“—Can you explain what song you were singing in this vid? It was the fuckin’ Men in Black song!” One of the girls had got you in the back of their video and zoomed in afterward of you (like you usually did at festivals and parties) swinging with your arms around Harry’s neck, singing whatever lyrics to whatever song it was, usually parts you felt related to your relationship. “Obviously Harry doesn’t know it, he doesn’t watch films,” you told your eyes at the lens, “but I was singing it and he . . was just looking at me like . .”
“—the look of love.”
“—like I was a big, fat bag of coke,” you raised your brows, reflecting on the soft memory as you sat with your arm around his neck now.
The next clip was the time you’d done a ‘stitch’ with (thee) Sasha Rebecca’s TikTok of her taking health vitamins and having a lil self care moment, fulfilling that Clean Girl aesthetic. You stitched it to show the two complete different sides to being the girlfriend of rich dumb boys:
You stepped back to get your full view of your knotted ponytail compared to her slick back bun, Harry's football top and pyjama bottoms in contrast to her wearing an aesthetically pleasing silk pyjama set, and the mess of your kitchen with drinking bottles and glasses compared to her clear, dazzling marble countertops. However, the video was barely 5 seconds long when you’d tripped stepping back, almost going down as Harry flinched at the crash, for you to exclaim, “oh shit! your fucking drug scales!” you'd tripped on, picking up the tiny red scales to slam on the counter from the floor.
It was obvious who the UK’s favourite couple were.
“—Lad! I dunno what the fuck you was doing but the other week, waiting for a taxi from Theo’s—” Ethan looked at Harry with an open mouth. “You and your Mrs lying on the sofa, don’t know what was happening, this man—” he piped up, explaining to Simon, Vik and JJ on the podcast, “she’s lying there on him, running her pinky nail along your bottom row teeth?—” Harry’s hands held his face as the embarrassment overtook him, cringing in his skin as he realised joe weird that sounded out loud.
“EH?”
“Huh?” The other 2 pitched in.
“It-it-it-it—” he gave up. He didn’t know how to explain it. They just wouldn’t get it. It was the strangest habit ever and what was worse was that he just let you do it. Always a pretty, pedicured pinky nail touching his bottom row teeth while you could be glued to the TV. No. It was weird. Harry knew it was weird, you knew it was weird, but, you’d done that since your first year together. You didn’t even mean to, when you caught you else’s doing it, you always retrieved a hand — NO! What was wrong with you. Nah, he knew viewers would find that explanation probably disgusting but . . hey ho.
He was still flustered and laughing trying to explain himself. “Lad, I–I assure you there is way more disgusting things she coulda been doing instead.”
Your first Sidemen video was a cameo when the boys were getting ready for another $100 vs $100,000 Holiday when you’d received a call at 4:00 in the morning after just getting back to sleep from your brainless boyfriend who forgot his passport. You reassured him he had to have it in his bag but when you went downstairs and saw it sitting next to the key bowl, you groaned making your way to your car. “Here she comes! Here to save the day!” Zerkaa’s vlog camera zoomed in on you shuffling through the airport. You felt off having so many cameras on you -and for their main channel- wearing the first set of clothes at the top of the wash basket, bare-faced and tired-looking. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you,” Harry immediately spewed from his mouth, a little flustered having you on camera for everyone to see you interact - and also needing you to come give him his passport at the airport. He was smiling, and you hadn’t said a word you were that tired, but you just handed him it with a shake of your head, humoured by his forgetfulness. He knew the boys were pointing their cameras at him but he didn’t care so much as he put it in his hoodie pocket and thanked you again, not wanting to keep you any longer. “Thank you. Love you, love you,” he gave a quick kiss on the head before letting you go, laughing nervously as before tou waved to the camera and the boys, ready to jump back in the car and drive for another hour and a half back home.
“No but d’you ever get when you Mrs comes over and sits on you and you think . . oo,” he clapped and rubbed his hands, “getting lucky, and then she just twists your head and starts squeezing every zit you’ve ever had on your face?” Your boyfriend casually said to the boys.
“—If I don’t go deaf from the festivals i’ve seen in my time, it’ll be from Harry’s fucking snoring.”
“You haven’t sucked your girlfriend’s toe?”
“ . . you say that like you’ve sucked your girlfriend’s toe,” Tobi pointed to him as Vik and JJ laughed along with him.
“Who gets jealous more?” He read out to you, the two filming in his room.
“Harry.”
“Y/n.”
“No, Harry. You—”
“You do,” he shook his head.
“You—”
“YOU D—”
“You do, stop showing off for the camera,” you squeezed his face with one hand, fingers pushing his cheeks as you said through fake gritted teeth.
He flung your hand off and laughed while you lay your head on his shoulder shyly in hopes he didn’t expose you and your jealous tendencies right now. “Harry noooo—”
“Y/n gets jealous—” he pinched your leg.
“OW! Don’t touch me!”
He looked at his camera lens. “Erm. Can we go back to two seconds ago—” he showed you grabbing his face. But it wasn’t painful.
“Shut up, you liked it,” you squinted at him as he fought to throw you off the chair.
The camera did a retake with the Off Air screen inbetween.
“NO! Harry — listen,” you inched closer to the camera, “Harry tries to — Harry comes across as a guy who doesn't show he’s jealous, like—” he was tickling you, nipping you to shut up and it wasn’t working, you were fighting his hands off. “You need to look out for it, if so–someone says something and Harry goes all quiet and seems calm and collected,” you were struggling to get the words out with his tickling of you, nearly springing off your seat. “He is actually going lethal inside, he’s raging—”
“You know how Y/n’s jealous?!” He spoke above your laughter and your getting your own back of tickling him, “her mugshot comes up on the news ‘cause she’s— KILLED THE PERSON!—” her shot out as you got his ticklish spot under his arm. He jumped off his chair before you could continue.
Videos sprinkled throughout of you both in the back of your friends’ posts, mostly the festivals ones, that tugged at your heart the most because anyone who looked could easily see the two of you were dying about the other. Your habit of singing every song to Harry as if you meant it, or mouthing rather, being caught, whether it be I Got U by Duke Dumont (because that summed up your entire relationship) or This is What it Feels Like by Armin van Buuren — you sang like you were serenading, “ask me what I did with my life,” how you wished it was just you two on vacation at the minute, “I spent it with you. If I lose my fame and fortune—”
“Really don’t matter!” Harry mouth just as passionately back.
“—as long as I got you, baby!” Harry wouldn’t lie that he grew fond of this little habit you had when you were both drunk or sober. There was something about it though when you were under the lights shooting from the stage, high on life at an exotic festival, feeling like it was just you two — even better when he managed to sing back in his peppered state. It made your heart laugh. Your own love language.
“Funny story nobody knows? Erm,” you thought deeply at his computer. “We were in ibiza and Harry came in hungover looking for pain killers . . and he took like, like the packet for the week . . like just kept it on him, you know . . aaaand whole time he was taking my pill instead.”
Harry sat on the computer chair with his finger by his mouth, smirking slightly embarrassed as he recalled complaining for ages it hadn’t done anything.
“We had to get a new mattress before ‘cause y/n—” the camera cut to Off Air right as you slapped your hand over his big mouth.
He was in the middle of filming a SideReacts, Josh, Simon and Behz on with him, sharing the screen. You were pissed. You could hear him laughing, joking away while you were starring at all his pile shit you’d told him to lift literally 50 times so you could finally make a start in your fucking room. You didn’t care he was filming. The boys hadn’t edited it out either, when the sound of his door opened and suddenly everything on the dresser behind him slid off as you shoved all of his belongings onto the surface, sending other bits of furniture and items on the floor with a crash, probably breaking a thing or two. The door slammed after, and while the boys went silent, Harry’s brow twitched, fingers covering his mouth as he tried not to laugh for you to hear — “. . . reckon she’s pissed off?”
The boys exploded in hysterics.
“Can someone answer me why my girlfriend likes to listen to her phone on volume 100?”
“I got this – woke up to this in Mykonos one morning,” you rolled the sleeve up from your shirt to show the camera propped on the desk. It said you & i in a dainty form and you couldn’t have been more lost the first time you saw it. “I don’t know what it’s from, what it’s for,” you gave an awkward look as Harry smiled humorously from his computer chair. “I—if—if it’s the One Direction song like . . okay, but I don’t even like One Direction that much? I don’t know why I got it,” you looked to Harry like he could give you a valid reason, but how would he know. It was when you’d both broken up. Fans always asked what it was and you were embarrassed you could never give them the meaning behind it because you genuinely didn’t know, although, the most you’d been able to piece together to make sense was a very sentimental one, and Harry adored that answer (even if you’d told him in a drunk confession) and he wouldn’t let anybody else know. “I said to you it musta been that song. I think I did it thinking of you. And thought it would mean we’d still always be a pair of some kind ‘cause I put it on my skin, out into the universe,” you slapped the ink. “There’ll always be a you and I. Nothing can come between you and I realistically; nothing can turn us against each other . .” you looked at him, “you can make me dislike you, but not finish with you. Forever.” You raised your brows, rambling from his lap. “Ya can still make me root for you.”
Harry’s ego liked to believe you’d thought of him drunk during your girls’ holiday and got it on behalf of you and his history. His heart wore a medal.
“—and then I got the Guernsey flag here, but it’s getting removed so that’s why i’m only showing you it,” you ashamedly lifted your top to show the tiny yet humiliating drawing beside your rib.
I mean . . who does that? What other Sidemen Girlfriend would do that?
“‘Harry’s Mrs the type to get her jaw broke and click it back into place to go on and kill the bitch,’” JJ laughed aloud as he read the tweet off the screen and everyone laughed, Harry having no words but to close his eyes and just nod - because yes, he could so see that happening with you.
Another Side+ clip that had you yearning for your boyfriend to hurry up and come home so you could smother him in your kisses. “I—I disagree!” He hit the red button. “I don’t understand people who say a relationship should be hard, like genuinely don’t.” He began to rant to the boys. “Like, mate I remember in school my mates used to complain about their girlfriends, saying they were like, super fuckin’ high maintenance— don’t have a fucking girlfriend then?”
The boys all laughed at him but it was true what he was getting at. “Like lad! Mate, your relationship shouldn’t feel like a–a chore, it’s – it should feel effortless, like, it should not feel like you’re making an effort, it should just come naturally. There is no effort to be made, d-do you get what I’m saying?” He turned back to read over the question. “Or I mean at least mine feels — if you’re in such a good compatibility, it doesn’t feel like work.” He wondered if everyone understood him. “I think so, anyway.” Harry gave his relationship advice of the year.
“Oh. Faith just sent me a TikTok,” you opened it whilst live-streaming on Insta once again, a smile naturally making its way to your face as you noticed it to be a Sideman fan account, and your heart swelled watching the edit of Harry in his younger days, acting a Teenage dirtbag. It actually had you contemplating a lot. “. . how as my boyfriend not killed himself?”
“She actually bangs though, doesn’t she?” Harry’s fingers were by his mouth, the grin on his face wide as he watched one of the viral vids of you on the internet from the festival you'd gone to just last year - but your dance moves had striken everyone who watched, his Reddit had reminded him. You were so unexplainably good. He felt like it wasn’t even you he was looking at as you moved so smoothly with those funky glasses on, stealing the attention of everyone. “Alright enough of that, we get it, she’s too cool for me.”
“—A lot of you give me shit but let’s talk about what Harry did to me,” you tilted your head at the camera as his grip tightened nervously at your hip, your arm sling around his neck as he began to sweat. He was already shaking his head. “The other day the boys asked on SideCast what his favourite holiday was—”
“NO! NO! NO! You can’t! You’re not!—” his hand covered your mouth but you fought to keep it off, the smile taking your face as the guilt and embarrassment washed up him. “You can’t say that—”
“Harry got asked—”
“Y/n! No!”
“Harry got asked what his favourite holiday was or memory or something and d'you know what he said?” You tried to dodge his hand. “He said New York. When it snowed—” you wriggled in his grasp, trying to ignore his tickling to shut you up, “I—I'VE NEVER BEEN TO NEW YORK!”
It was true, it had just happened the other day and Harry still couldn't believe he’d said it.
“I was like ‘you’ve never taken me to New York?’ and he was all ‘we did! We did! It snowed and all, remember?!’” you pulled a face at the camera, knowing those could relate to the little heartache you must have felt in that moment despite acting unbothered. “No. Clearly someone else—”
“—it wasn’t even my favouriteee,” he whined loudly, covering his eyes cringingly. “Dubai was my favourite. Greece!—”
“Yeah, yeah. You say that now,” you pretended to ignore him as you proceeded scrolling down his Reddit.
“No, Y/n it actually is. Our first holiday together was actually my favourite holiday of all time—”
“Mhmn.”
“I SWEAR!” He wasn’t even lying.
“Ok.”
“IT WAS! I swear!” He tried to look at you, forgetting about the camera because this was still eating him alive. You’d already laughed and got over it but . . well clearly not . . you needed one more joke to dig in his ribs.
Upon not getting you to say what he wanted and claim you were only joking, he went in a slight huff, stealing the mouse and clicking through the page. “Your favourite holiday was Mykonos, so. . .” he pettitly shrugged. “Riding that mechanical bull every night.”
You pulled a face. Wrong. “Wasn’t the only thing I was riding,” you smirked at the camera.
10 seconds of silence followed, and then you added, “I rode a camel too,” and Harry added the photo to back your point.
“Can someone answer me why my boyfriend plays his videos out loud right before bed, right in my ear as I’m trying to sleep? Like is it a competition or something, who’s phones the loudest?”
Once again, he sat holding his mic from the Side+, engaged in convo with the boys as they discussed more pet peeves. “Do you get annoyed when your Mrs wears your clothes?” Simon asked the other three.
Harry was tilting his head in thought as the others basically answered yes, while Harry debated. “Y–you know what it is? I don’t . . not really,” he squinted. You wearing his clothes meant smelling like him. “Lik—but she wears ones,” he laughed, realising how dick-ish this would sound. “She’ll wear one I completely forgot about, like I haven’t seen in so long and then I’m like . . well now I woulda worn that one!” Vik and Josh laughed loudly while Behz nodded, relating completely.
“—mate! Harry just takes off! Him and Y/n, all the time!” Ethan agreed with Josh’s previous point. “Come back the next day with the wackiest story ever, remember you said something you ended up getting a tour of a jail in Morocco or something-” he asked from across the podcast table.
“Yes! Yes I—I— sorry you lot don’t like your Mrs,” Harry tried to defend his drunk antics. “like I do. We take off and venture any chance we get. We like adventuring—”
“They take off to talk about everyone else,” Josh pointed.
“I’ll not even deny that, my friend.”
“OH MY GOD, Y/N! WHAT NOW?!” Harry picked up the ringing phone for the third time post his loss in a GTA vid — if you couldn’t tell from the sour attitude. The boys were laughing at the sound of his voice and the evident frustration. “SERIOUSLY,” he unlocked his phone, “YOU ARE THE SOURCE OF MY EVERY HEADACHE, WHAT — hello? No it’s okay. What’s the matter now?”
Tobi was wheezing from his room and Behz was covering his mic to hide his squeaky laughter, the change in tone being the ultimate send off.
“—yeah. Yeah ok. Ok, no problem. Bye. Love you.” He threw his phone to the desk and proceeded with his meltdown of losing yet another game, now having another thing for them to take the piss out of.
“Ay— you love her, though, Boggo.” Tobi could read him like an open book, smiling at the obvious translation.
I mean, you were the only one in his contacts with a heart emoji beside your name.
Harry huffed, stuttering,“—do I?”
You had to laugh at that.
“—I loved my dinner last night.”
“OH FOR GOD’S SAKE!”
“HERE WE GO AGAIN!”
“NEVER-ENDING OF THIS DINNER!”
“What?! What? What?! It was delicious! A—a scran and a half!” He hit his first to the desk as the other six laughed.
“Did Y/n make you it?” Josh asked.
“Obviously.” Vik laughed.
“You don’t say,” Ethan laughed as he relived the group chat from last night. “He hasn’t shut up about it.”
“It was magnificent.”
“Scran?”
“Ultimate scran.” He answered Simon, patting his stomach.
“Wasn’t the only thing scranned last night, was it?” He laughed like a schoolboy. And you know what? Harry couldn’t lie to him. He tried to hide the smile as he tilted his head apprehensively, raising his brows at the camera.
Another cute clip was one you could only see your hand but clearly cute enough to have made the cut. Harry was simply speaking to his camera in his computer chair, explaining a situation whilst unscrewing the lid off a jar before passing it to the hand with (the signature) pink acrylics to the side. Every girlfriend ever knew the struggle, and discreetly awed at the kind act from your boyfriend. Wholesome.
Or, Harry simply attaching a mic to your shirt when you’d visited during a SideCast sesh. You were giving your input off camera before the boys told you to get involved, and adoringly, Harry stood towering you, fixing the tiny little mic to your top, the difference in height majorly noticeable as you made your boyfriend look even taller than he was. Fans didn’t miss the way you looked looked up at him through your lashes, or him coyly smiling down at you as he fiddled with the wire.
You might not have been the tallest, but it was you who had the attitude like you were 6’5 in the relationship.
One of the most recent videos had been the most iconic to date as someone had questioned your knowledge of the words to Harry’s disstracks and he put you to the test, telling you to come here and sit on his knee and prove yourself to his followers. There was something so iconic and wholesome to see you speak sing (almost) every word with a pair of sunglasses, despite it being a diss-track. “‘Creature’ was shit. Why did we have to wait four months for it. You said you were evolving but you didn’t do bits, you just turned into the first male - with tits!”
Following that, you and Faith created your own little viral section as you both duetted each other’s TikTok, lip-syncing to both your boyfriend’s tracks as if you were personally attacking the other, and Simon had told Talia to get involved during her stream. You liked to think you took the crown though, knowing she wouldn’t get the great satisfaction you got getting to say the iconic line of “you made the other guys! But you didn’t make me!”
Oof, that was some major BDE right there.
You both watched another video of you -an edit rather- you too busy jamming to the ‘I’m Good’ song and reliving the moment you were in at that time, feeling free and alive during your holiday, feeling like you were truly living your best life. “I just get happy looking at her. ‘Cause I know it took her alot to her to that point,” you smiled at yourself, seeing how happy you finally were after your break up. It was like you weren’t even looking at you.
Harry liked seeing how happy you were, anyone could tell you were living life at that moment . . but also . . living it a little too much without him being in it. “Yeah.” He waved you off, clicking on the next post as the camera zoomed right in on him, “you’re never allowed to be that happy again without me.”
Simon displayed a question on the projector. “Most likely to be late because of their Mrs?”
Everyone voted, and the answer was obvious. And everyone knew the exact reason. And Harry shamlessly side-eyed the camera.
Yes, he may have 6 yellow cards from being late to shoots — but every shag was worth it.
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propertyofwicked · 2 months
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sea sick | harry lewis
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content warning - mentions of sick and throwing up
short, fluff <3
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you usually didn’t mind helping the boys with filming. it wasn’t often - only for big videos where the boys split up - and since you were the only girlfriend who wasn’t publicly known, it made it easier to avoid suspicion if you and harry were seen together. it wasn’t a big deal at the end of the day you’d just rather avoid the hassle of having a big online presence.
today, however, made you wonder who you’d pissed off in a past life to deserve this. in hindsight, you should’ve realised that when harry said it was a fishing video that it would involve being on a boat. you’d suffered with bad travel sickness your whole life in cars, boats and planes, so getting on a boat and filming could not have been a worse plan, especially with the hot sun and loud men screaming into the lens. so far, you’d been on the boat for close to an hour, trying to distract yourself from your stomach doing backflips by focusing on filming the boys fishing. as long as you stayed in the centre of the boat you weren’t rocked about too much and it became manageable. but every time you had to move locations, sitting on the side of the boat began to bring your breakfast up to the back of your throat.
as long as you could keep it together for the next hour, no one would suspect that you felt violently sick, and you could maintain some aspect of professionalism. focus on the content, and not the blood draining from your face. and it was going so well.
the boat hit into a wave, sending the boat rocking a little to much for your liking. your response would’ve gone unnoticed had harry not been talking directly into your camera with a direct view of your eyes widening and you swallowing a lump in your throat.
“you ok?” he asked, eyes softening and his voice lowering at the sight of you pale and clearly lost in your own head.
“yeah, don’t worry i was just thinking.” at the end of the day, it was easier to lie - you don’t want to take him away from the video.
“hey, you don’t look great, ill take the camera just sit down for a minute, yeah?” he said, reaching for the camera before you could even respond.
“harry, i promise you im fi-”. suddenly it was all coming up and out of you without a moments notice. thank god he had taken the camera or it would be covered in your breakfast.
he put the camera on the bench and walked behind you, holding the sides of your waist to manoeuvre you to the edge of the boat. you’re hands grabbed the railings and your head stayed over the side, eyes screwed shut. harry’s hands come up to your hair, pulling it back and rubbing small circles on your back until you were done saying goodbye to any food you’d eaten that day.
after wiping you mouth on the back of your hand you turn around and rest your forehead on harry’s chest, tears falling down your cheeks. you didn’t mean to cry, it’s just something that happens when you throw up.
“im sorry i just, i hate boats.”
“don’t apologise. it’s my fault, i knew you got sea sick and i still got you to film for us,” he said, hand on your chin pulling your face up to look at him and using his thumb to wipe away a tear, “don’t cry, it’s ok, you’re ok. i think we’re stopping soon. i’m sorry.”
“it’s not your fault, i could’ve said no - i should’ve said no,” you respond as he presses a kiss to your forehead. at the same time, you hear the sound of someone else being sick, and look over to see tobi sat on the floor.
“oh for fucks sake, not another one,” kon laughs, zooming his camera in on tobi.
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sykokilljoyy · 1 year
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hello 🤍 i really enjoy ur writing and would like you request a w2s x reader- where they both attend ethan & faiths gender reveal party together and he ends up getting major baby fever and also just very soft, in love, clingy harry. thankyouuuu :)
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request: hello 🤍 i really enjoy ur writing and would like you request a w2s x reader- where they both attend ethan & faiths gender reveal party together and he ends up getting major baby fever and also just very soft, in love, clingy harry. thankyouuuu :) words: 797 warnings: none! a/n: hes actually the sweetest shut up. also thank you for your patience!
TLDR: harry just loves his partner and wants a baby.
Festivities were high, the energy of your friends bubbling through the crowd as you all stood outside, looking on at the beautiful decorations set up for Ethan and Faith’s gender reveal. It had been a special few months, a lot of celebrating and congratulating your friends for their massive milestone in their relationship.
Whilst it was emotional, seeing the man you’d known since you were a teenager, grown up with a beautiful girlfriend and a baby on the way, you couldn’t help but be elated for them.
Feeling a strong arm pull you into his side, your boyfriend, Harry, dragged you from your thoughts.
“You alright?” He muttered to you closely, pint in one hand and the other tucked around your hip.
“Yeah, yeah, I think so,” A sniffle crumbled your entire facade, earning a sympathetic smile from Harry.
“Come here,” He pulled you fully into him, placing a kiss onto your forehead and feeling you bury your head in his chest.
The cameras weren’t on yet, only a few handheld ones capturing Ethan’s friends and family’s bets on the gender of his future child, and so you let yourself have a little cry before the spectacle starts.
“I’m just so happy for them both,” You cried with a smile, a chuckle reverbarating through Harry’s chest.
Pulling you from his warmth, he tenderly put his hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eye, a soft smile on his lips, “I know, love, now come on, lets get you a drink and go see them.”
Wiping your tears, making sure not to smudge any of the makeup you had spent an hour on in the morning, you grabbed Harry’s outstretched hand and followed him through the crowd of Ethan’s loved ones.
The rest of the afternoon was filled with talking, laughing, singing and dancing as friends and family managed to catch up and celebrate before the big reveal. Both of you had been dragged from couple to couple, mums and siblings, cousins, distant friends and people you’d never even heard of before. As tiring as it was, the excitement still hadn’t died down.
It was Harry that surprised you most. Usually, these bustling social events would drain him until he was empty. He’d be distant and sensitive, usually a drink in hand. Today was different, however.
Not once had he left your side, his tone giddy and exciteable as though you’d only arrived moments before. Clingier than usual, his hand was slotted comfortably around your waist and hadn’t budged once. You pinned his flushed excitement down to happiness for his friend’s announcement, but something about the elated grin on his face whenever he introduced you as his girlfriend had your heart leaping from your chest.
“Yeah, I think it’s gonna be a girl!” You smiled at the camera pointed towards you, bright pink badge pinned to your jacket.
“I’m putting £250 on boy, so it better be one,” Harry laughed towards the lens, his tone playful and light, before smiling at the cameraman.
“Perfect, got it, thanks guys! Enjoy the afternoon.” With that, the cameraman walked onto another, gathering bets for the intro.
Nonchalantly, Harry looped his shoulder around you, taking a sip from his drink, “I can’t wait for us to throw something like this one day.”
Looking up at him, you grinned, “A gender reveal, or a really extravagant bet?”
“A gender reveal, you know. Our future kid is only gonna get the best.”
Shocked, you choked slightly on the drink you were sipping, halting your walk, “What?”
Stopping in front of you, Harry turned to you, confused, “What? You don’t want that?”
A slight sinking feeling reached his stomach, and you could see as his brow fell that his nerves crept in, “Of course I do, you know I do! I’ve just never really heard you bring it up, Harry.”
“I know I don’t talk about it much, but I love you, a lot, and I can’t wait for the day we have a little Harry running around, you know,” His words were soft, almost soft enough to distract you from how sheepish and nervous the man looked in front of you.
“Oh, come here,” You spoke, the warmth of his words hitting you in the chest, matching his flushed cheeks, you pulled him towards you. Though usually his hugs were gentle, as though you would break in his arms, this embrace he held you tight and flush against him.
“If this wasn’t Ethan’s big day, I swear I would propose right this second,” Harry mumbled into your hair, and you pulled back, about to speak when he continued, “But just know, I’m gonna marry you one day, Y/N, I promise.”
“I love you, Harry,” You whispered, the words delicate on your tongue.
“I love you, Y/N,” A kiss met your lips, sweet and special, as though the whole world had turned their backs, as thought it was only you.
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🎀 Harry Lewis and gf where people think they broke up bc he doesn’t post much of her anymore but she’s actually pregnant and they make a surprise announcement..? 💜
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faithlouisak one of us! one of us! one of us!
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faithlouisak you're the love of my life
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faithlouisak then do it already and stop complaining just because your mrs is sexy
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taliamar when I first met you I remember being so in awe of everything about you, how you held yourself with such beauty and confidence no matter what. then you called me seven months ago and made me promise not to tell anyone that you were going to be bringing another beautiful soul into the world. y/n, you will be the most incredible mother in the world, because you're already the most incredible person in the world. I'm tearing up typing this because seeing how much you've changed and grown is so hard-hitting for me, but know that I'm so so proud of you, for now and for always. love you, angel 💞💞💞
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buzzyb33 · 4 months
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3rd of December
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Prompt: head cannons of the boys giving you their sweater on heather day!
Warnings: swearing, suggestive
Simon:
He was just scrolling on TikTok when he saw a boy saying “making a personalised hoodie for my girlfriend” with the song in the background
He knew you was into this kind of music and you would know what this was, he had a free evening so why wouldn’t he make a hoodie?
He got an old white sidemen hoodie and after looking on TikTok he put some of his cologne on it and got you some flowers.
“Y/n?” He called as he knocked my bedroom door.
“Yeah- one sec si!” I call as I finish doing my laces.
“Yeah?” I open the door and he has his hands behind his back.
He then gives me a bouquet of red roses and instead of paper it’s wrapped in thick fabric.
“Awe Simon.. what’s this for?” I grin as I see it’s a sidemen hoodie that smelt like him.
I think for a second before my face lights up.
“You got me a hoodie for the third of December?”
He opens his mouth but just nods.
I put the flowers down and smile.
“I saw it on TikTok and I thought-“ he’s cut off by his girlfriends lips on his.
I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.
“This was sweet of you Simon..”
I say in a heartfelt tone.
He smiles.
“You’re welcome.”
Josh:
He’d been preparing for a while, he had got a Christmas jumper with some roses (the chocolate) that day, he had a shoot so he left it at his side of the bed.
I wake up and frown at Josh’s absence. I sit up and look to my left.
There is a folded jumper and a note on top.
“Happy 3rd of December, see you later.” It read in Josh’s handwriting.
I felt my eye well up as I see the box of chocolates under the hoodie.
Vikk:
You actually bought him on, you got him a stupid Minecraft hoodie and begged him to wear it for the sidemen reacts.
He begrudgingly did and got taken the piss out of by Harry and JJ without even getting the chance to defend himself.
Ethan:
He spoils you anyway so when he heard about the little thing he pre ordered the actual hoodie from Conan greys’ website.
He pretends like it’s not a big deal but he loved how happy you got.
“A parcels coming today- ‘s for you.” He says with a smile and a thank you as you hand him breakfast.
“Oh? And what is it?” I say with a smile as I kiss his cheek and begin eating my own food.
“Surprise.”
That left you on edge all day, the parcel came when he was doing a moresidemen video.
He hears the gasp and knows he’s about to be embarrassed.
“Ethan!” She calls with a squeal.
“Are you in trouble?” Josh asks.
“No, I’m not.”
She comes into his room and he stands up, she hugs him tightly.
“Thank you.. you are nice aren’t you?” She grins into his shoulder.
“Course I am.”
He says with his face heating up.
“You got me a real one! Oh I love you.”
I smile and kiss him for a few seconds.
I go to leave the room as he sits back down.
“Love you too..” he says as he puts his headphones back on.
I run back to him and kiss his cheek, then I leave.
Harry laughs.
“What did you do?” He says as Ethan’s face heats up.
“I got her a hoodie- it’s Uhm a day where that’s a thing? 3rd of December?” He says.
“Yeah, heather day, awe that’s nice of you Ethan.” Tobi agrees.
“You’re face is still red.” JJ comments.
Tobi:
Bro got you MATCHING.
He got you your favourite too, he got spider man matching hoodies, he got the miles morales one and you the Gwen Stacy one.
He made a sick Instagram post out of it.
I was working on a new request that had came in for my photography, I had to do a shoot for some models.
I mumbled something as I replied to the email.
“Y/n I got us something!” Tobi calls as he walks from his room.
He handed me a parcel and I opened it. I gasped slightly as he showed me his miles one.
I grinned and put mine on.
“Can we take pictures??” I grin and he nods.
“Course, was gonna ask you.”
I prop up his phone and we do a couple, one where we’re both crossing our arms and have our back to the camera, another where we’re both doing the spider man hand in front of our face, another where we was back to back and one where we both had our hoods up and we were kissing.
He posted them and captioned it: “happy heathers day 🤟🏽😝 @conangray”
When he posts them he hugs me from behind.
“Glad you like it, n/n.” He smiles and kisses my forehead.
JJ:
HE WAS CHEESY.
He got you a dragon ball hoodie that had got ‘KSI’ embedded on the sleeve.
“Y/n, I got you this for that Uhm, December day.” He calls out and hands me it.
“What? Heather day?” I say as I unfold it and smile.
“Oh! This is cool! Thank you JJ.”
I put it on the spot and see his name I grin.
“Thank you, this was sweet of you.” I smile and put both my hands on each of his knees and kiss his lips gently.
He wraps his arms around my waist.
“You’re welcome.”
Harry:
Listen, he went all out, he got one designed for you, he got it in light blue and Did everything, (your letter)+ H on the back and it said ‘I love my boyfriend’ on the chest with a smiley face on the sleeve.
“I got this- especially made for you, n/n.” He handed me the hoodie and I looked at the back first and laughed.
I looked at the front and giggled.
“I thought I’d speak your truth for you.” He says proudly.
“Thank you, Harry- is this for heather day?” I smile and pull it on.
“Course! Love you, I have to go but see you later.”
“Love you too, bye.”
I record an Instagram video of me doing a spin and I post it, tagging Harry and Conan gray for ‘happy heather day’
A/n: honestly, shocking.
Two in one day??? Couldn’t be me.
Anyway josh fic soon!!
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Harry’s BEREAL goes off during sex and yore tied up the sidemen react
A/N: I can sure have a go for you! I hope you enjoy it
BeReal (Harry Lewis/Wroetoshaw Smut)
Y/N’s POV
Shibari
The act of tying someone up for aesthetic purposes
That is what Harry came home and told me that he wanted to explore
So that’s what we did
I am currently tied up with rope on our bed, having my mind blown by Harry’s cock shoving into me at a brutal pace
I have my head shoved into a pillow, with my arms tied behind my back using an intricate design that Harry found on the internet
It took him ages to do but boy was it worth it
Now just from this you should be able to tell that both me and Harry are kinky fuckers
So it doesn’t surprise me when mid thrust Harry shoved himself fully into me and reaches for his phone
“I have to take a picture of this, you look so good baby. Need to remember this forever” he mumbled as I see a flash out of the corner of my eye
Meaning that he took a photo of him with his dick fully in me, my arse on show and me completely tied up
He throws his phone down on the bed, a few seconds later before he starts pounding into me again
I can tell he is close from the erratic thrusts but I move my body with him best I can, as we both chase out orgasms
It isn’t long before Harry gives one last thrust before shooting his load into me
I let out a lot moan as I react my climax at the same time
It takes us both a few minutes to compose ourselves before Harry begins to untie me
Once I’m free, Harry’s arm wraps around me and guides me to lay down with him
He gently strokes both my arms in a soothing way, in case the might be sore from being behind my back for so long
After a while, he reaches for his phone that I was laying next to
He unlocks it and I look up at him to see his face has dropped
“What’s up?” I ask worried by his facial expression
“I might of fucked up” he mumbles
I reach out and grab his phone
I realise that the screen is open on the BeReal app
There is a new photo posted to Harry’s account
I click on it to see Harry’s face in the top left corner and my arse fully on show, whilst Harry’s dick is in my pussy
I can see that the photo has been liked multiple times and multiple notifications are coming through on what’s app
I click on one of the notifications to see that the sidemen group chat is going mental
Simon: Harry, another nude really? At least it isn’t your balls this time!
Vik: Y/N is going to kill you, is all I’m going to say!
Josh: Someone give Harry his knot tying badge
JJ: Wow Y/N really does have a nice arse
Tobi: No words
Ethan: Nice one mate ;)
“Harry, you dickhead! You posted the photo to BeReal!” I exclaim
“I’m sorry, it was the first thing I clicked on! I didn’t mean to post it! I’ll take it down!” He tells me as he takes his phone back
I push his hands down onto the duvet as I sigh
Even though I'm mad at him, it's not like he is the worst thing in the world
I mean it's not the first time it has happened
“Don’t worry about it, it’s not like they haven’t seen it all before” I say
“Nothing can be worse than when you sent out sex tape to the boys, poor Vik was scarred for life” I chuckle
“Now put your phone down and cuddle me, I might let you go again if your lucky” I say before pulling into into a kiss
Harry might be an idiot, but he’s my idiot
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theloneamaryllis · 7 months
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w2soneshots · 1 month
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Oh shit -W2S
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Warnings: secret relationship.
In which you and Harry get caught while trying to hide your relationship.
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I've been with Harry for just over 2 months now, but no one knows. When I say no one I mean no one, not any of the boys, not Faith (my best friend and also the person who introduced me to Harry), even our families don't know. When we decided to get together we knew it was slightly risky, we didn't want to divide the group if it didn't work out. It's a complete secret, we've been sneaking around during parties and night outs, lying about where we were when we were actually staying at each other's apartment and there's also been times where we've almost been caught, snogging or being a little to touchy.
Today Faith asked me to come along with her and Olive to one of the sidemen shoots, so that she had someone to talk to and help her with Olive while they filmed. I've never been to one of their shoots before, Harry always told me he'd bring me along when everyone knew. We weren't planning on keeping our secret for so long but we just couldn't figure out how to tell everyone, it's also quite fun sneaking around, it kinda makes you feel like a teenager again.
I got dressed into some jeans, a white t-shirt, dark blue hoodie and my converse. I left my hair how it was and applied a little bit of makeup. Once I was finished I left. Once I arrived outside of the studio that they are filming in today, I looked down at my phone and saw a message from Harry: "I'm the only one here, come inside!!" I looked up to see him standing just outside of the building. I smiled and quickly got out of the car.
"Hi." I said with a smile as I walked up to him. His lips spread into a small smile "Hey, how are you?" He asked. "I talked to you this morning." I said with a slight chuckle, referring to our phone conversation earlier while I did my makeup. He pulled me into him and pecked my lips. "Harry!" I said sternly then pulled away "someone might see us!" I said looking around the car park. When I made sure the coast was clear I looked back at him, he had a huge smirk on his face. I shook my head and playfully slapped his chest.
Josh turned up soon after followed by everyone else, Ethan, Faith and Olive being last to arrive due to a toddler meltdown. I sat next to Faith while Olive sat asleep on my lap "you have the magic touch." she said looking down at her daughter. I laughed slightly "she's so cute!" I said quietly. "She's all cute when she's asleep but as soon as she wakes up she turns into a little gremlin." she stated. I laughed "I know, I've seen it first hand." I said referring to the time I looked after her for an afternoon so Ethan and Faith could film a video, and she was a little menace, but she's to adorable to get annoyed at.
The boys finished filming almost an hour and a half later. I quickly popped to the toilets before everyone left. But before I could get there I felt two hands on my waist, pulling me back slightly. I turned quickly, knowing exactly whose big hands those were. Without a word he smashed our lips together. "gosh so confident today." I said as we caught our breath's quickly. He smirked "wanna come mine later?" He asked. I smiled "you know it." and smashed our lips back together. When I heard a gasp. "Oh shit" I thought. I quickly separated myself from Harry and looked down the hallway to see JJ standing there with a shocked look on his face. My eyes widened, as did Harry's when he realised the situation.
I looked to Harry "it's time to tell them." I said softly. He nodded and we looked back to JJ. "Are you too?" He said pointing at each of us quickly. We both nodded and he gasped once again "omg!" He said running towards us and pulling us into a joint hug. The three of us walked back into the green room. "We have something we wanna tell you." Harry started. Everyone looked up confused as we sat down. JJ looked as if he was about to burst with excitement. "Me and Harry have been... seeing each other for a while now." I said. Each one of their eyes widened. "No, fucking way!" Ethan shouted, jumping from his seat. "How long?" Faith asked. "Two months." Harry replied. "Two months?!" Tobi exclaimed. I nodded "sorry, we couldn't find the right time to tell you." I shrugged. They all quickly began celebrating.
"Wait why are you telling us now?" Simon asked after everyone calmed down. "I caught them snogging in the hallway!" JJ said with a chuckle. The entire room erupted into laughter and I shared a slightly embarrassed look with Harry. I actually feel relief knowing everyone now knows, it was fun for a while but I feel like we can properly start our relationship now.
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teewritessmth · 4 months
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Vikram Barn
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JJ Olatunji
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Josh Zerker
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Ethan Payne
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g-xix · 7 months
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Pregnant | Harry Lewis
Hey girlies, here's a Harry oneshot for the W2S girls, requested by someone on Wattpad... Ik Whoetoshaw has alr done way longer + more in depth sort of oneshot for this so creds to her ofc. Here's a cute pic of Harry to prepare you tho:
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Very fitting!!! Anyways: Content: Pregnancy scare, female hormones, 2k wordcout CW's: Pregnancy scares + mentions of abortion
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The two bright red lines glared up at me angrily. 
I couldn't believe it.
Slapping a hand to my mouth, I felt as though the life around me were distorting, those bright two lines indicating the new life forming in my stomach.
"Y/n? You all alright in there?" Georgia's voice called from outside the bathroom. I felt my hands shaking, I couldn't comprehend it was really true. Tears began burning in the corners of my eyes, distorting the dizzying LED's around me. There was commotion around me- a door slammed open, a familiar face with a look of horror as they looked at me- lay across the bathroom floor- I couldn't tell you what happened in the space of ten minutes, but before I knew it I was sat opposite Georgia in the kitchen- steaming mug of tea in my hands.
She looked at me sombrely, a hot mug in her hands as well.
"So, when are you gonna tell him?" She questioned, raising her mug for a sip. 
"Who?"
"Harry."
Oh God. I had to tell Harry. Boyfriend of five years, best friend, considerable soulmate.
And somehow the thought of telling him still made me pale inside.
We'd never talked about babies before... Pregnancy or even babysat for a friend! And having a baby meant a lot of responsibility we hadn't considered. We both had far too much on our plates. I had a nine-to-five, he had all of his YouTube biz, and we barely even had time or thought for holidays together, anymore.
"Soon." I gulped, palely.
...
"We're going out for drinks tonight- Mia and Faith coming along as well, you wanna come?" Harry mentioned casually,
"Oh, yeah sure I-" I choked on my breath as I remembered, coughing and burning my lungs as I hacked up a bit of inhaled saliva. Harry's hand found my back, slapping it as though he were trying to hit the cough out of me. "O-on other notes, I think I'll pass."
"You're not one to pass on meeting up with the girls, you got a bit extra work?" Harry questioned, face showing concern as he tried to read my expression.
I turned my back to him, facing the fridge to avoid eye contact as I responded dejectly. 
"Yeah." I spoke shortly. I could feel the burning in my lungs slowly sinking in my stomach and sitting like a volcano getting ready to erupt. Every morning, throwing up had been getting worse and worse. It felt as though no matter what I ate (or didn't eat) for dinner, every morning the sickness hit with the same knee-weakening magnitude. I was sure Harry was asleep most mornings when I threw my body over the toilet bowl, given I woke at 3am with the sickening urges. 
And I didn't want him to see me throw up all over the kitchen after missing out on an opportunity to see Faith and Mia again.
"You want me to stay? I don't mind staying in tonight if you wanna spend some time-"
"God's sake, shut up Harry." I snapped "Just go without me- I've never stopped you before, have I." 
An uncomfortable silence settled between us, tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. 
I didn't mean to shout at him- I don't know why I snapped. 
"S-sorry." He softly spoke, voice filled with downcasted sadness. His voice only made my heart ache more, and I turned to try and meet his eyes- babble an apology- but as I turned to try and meet his soothing blue eyes, I was instead met with the door closing behind me.
The pull on my heartstrings making the tears well in my eyes was clearly too close to the stomach- as I felt my inside swirling, bile building in my oesophagus.
Before I knew it I was back at the toilet bowl, hands clasped around the lid with my knuckles going white as I had whole body shakes. My eyes squeezed shut, throat burning as I coughed up residual acid that lingered in my throat, spitting out all that amalgamated, nauseating fluid in my mouth.
And then after the coughs, it all began dawning on me again.
No more going out for drinks.
No more spontaneous planning.
No more irresponsibility.
Those coughs began developing into dry heaves, tears trickling down my cheeks as my breathing became erratic, broken cries and raw sounds coming from a throat I couldn't even believe was my own. 
My body shook with each cry- weak and unstable- and only trembling more as I realised I wasn't just shaking myself. That tiny life form- a consequence of my carelessness- shook with me with each choked sob.
A vibration from my pocket was pulled out with quivering fingers, spotting Georgia's name.
I swiped on on the accept button, lips sealing together as I tried to zone into Georgia's voice.
"Hey girl, you doing alright?"
"M-maybe... Why, has s-something happened?"
"Not really, just wanted to know- have you told Harry yet or are you still-"
I felt that anger building inside me again. It wasn't her fucking problem- easy for her to pressure me- try and advise me and tell me I ought to tell him despite having zero fucking knowledge on what it feels like-
"GEORGIA, FUCK OFF I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT-" I threw the phone out of the bathroom door, hearing it hit one of the bedroom walls. "FUCK. OfF..."
My voice breaking was the last straw before I began losing it hysterically once more. My throat burnt as more acid crept up my oesophagus and found its way into the toilet, tears streaming down my face like a river now- chest rapidly rising and falling as I clutched at my head- everything making me light hearted.
The lights went off after that.
Pulling the pulley down, the lights went off. I didn't want to be seen. I want to see the reflection of a broken woman who I knew was myself. I cried in the dark instead of facing myself and what had happened.
Until I lay back flat against the cool tiles. I had gone through the motions. Dramatic sobs until there was no more liquid and I could only dry heave- to now- simply staring up at the ceiling, eyes tired and breathing steady with the exception of an occasional erratic choke. 
It could have been just a few minutes, or a few hours that I just lay there.
Head empty, stomach empty, body feeling completely light. As though I weren't even alive.
I felt like shit.
I shouldn't have snapped at Harry.
I shouldn't have shouted at Georgia.
I shouldn't have thrown my phone.
I'll tell him when he comes back, Georgia, I spoke internally. Promise. For you.
My mind flicked through the variety of ways he could respond to hearing it. Eventually I filtered it down to a few.
Best case scenario: He's too drunk to understand it and just falls asleep, unable to comprehend what I'd said.
Worst case scenario: He completely sobers up and tells me to leave. Get out, blocks me on everything, does everything in his power to never see me again. 
Of course, there were also a few alternatives:
Maybe he would start packing and get ready to spend the night at a friend's to sober up- not believing what he'd heard.
It was a possibility he might pass out from the news.
Or he could agree to support me, but only if I agree to abort it- him- her- whatever it was.
That final thought was sickening. I couldn't abort it. Of course - I physically could have it aborted... But I couldn't do that to something living. A part of me. I didn't like the thought of something growing inside of me- but that didn't mean I was going to be cruel enough to kill it. No matter how poorly Harry reacted.
A jangle of keys outside the door was enough to get me onto my feet- rushing back into the bedroom as I heard the front door opening.
"Y/n?" His voice called from the front room.
I jumped onto the bed, finding my phone and running my finger over the dent it had left in the wall. That would need fixing as well.
"Y/n? You around?" Harry's voice peeked around the door, finding me sat on the bed. Hands held in lap, phone clasped between shaking fingers. I looked at Harry's head, hair scruffy, and the smile on his face sincere. And the lack of redness in his eyes and cheeks gave me the impression he hadn't drank - or at least he hadn't drank much.
"You don't look like you've gone out." I commented on Harry's appearance. He smiled as he entered the bedroom, shutting his door behind him.
"Decided to skip." He responded, leaning his back against the door, holding a plastic baggie in his hands. 
You should tell him. The voice spoke in my head. I knew I should. And there was not better time than now to tell him. 
"I have something to tell you." "I have something to tell you."
I lowered my head and chucked slightly as the two of us let out laughs, our synchronisation amusing despite the fact it felt as though my heart were going to explode in my chest. 
"I'll go first," Harry offered, though I shook my head.
"No, I want to-"
"I can- I don't mind, I mean-"
"No, seriously, Harry. I've got something more... uhm, important."
I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I went. The dip in the bed and the heavy arm that made its way around my shoulder indicated Harry at my side. I couldn't hold it in as again, I felt a choked sob make its way from my lips.
"I'm pregnant, Harry-"
I cut myself off with another pathetic sob, my head burying into Harry's shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around me, cradling and rocking us back and forth. My head ached as I let myself cry onto his hoodie shoulder, my hands weakly grasping onto the soft material as the second batch of tears for the day slipped down my cheeks.
I wiped my nose, pulling away to look at my boyfriend after the worst of the sobbing was over, my tired red eyes meeting his own pacifying blue ones. 
"I know." He softly spoke, his lips curling up slightly with a small smile as he watched my expression drop to blank slate instantly. 
"W-what?" I stuttered, the words not resonating as I suddenly felt so light it were as though I weren't even there. His eyes curved into little crescents as he giggled. 
"I know, Y/n, I know, I know, I know." I closed my eyes, breathing in and out deeply, wanting to pinch my arm. Was I even awake? 
"Please explain what the hell is happening," I asked with a short laugh, still not really processing what was happening. 
"I figured, Y/n. After all the morning sickness-"
"I thought you were asleep during that?"
"I heard the end of your throwing up and toilet flush in the morning... I feel worse I always woke up too late to help you through it. But I noticed your morning sickness, not coming out to drink, the unusual mood changes..."
"Yeah, sorry for snapping at you." I chuckled, and he just rubbed my back. "So... what now?"
"Well, I went out and I got some things for us- sorry, for you." He pulled the plastic Tesco's bag from the side of the bed, digging through it. "I got you some Häagen-Dazs- the praline flavour because I know it's your favourite- and these flowers because Faith advised to get those on the phone- oh, and also-"
He pulled a fluffy piece of clothing and gestured for me to take it. I couldn't tell what exactly the item was, but as I pulled it apart, I realised it was a tiny little baby one-piece, so small it was barely the side of my head. 
It was perfect. He was perfect. My boyfriend, my baby daddy, My Harold. I felt as though I could cry again, but refrained as I turned to face Harry.
"So you're... okay with having a baby?"
"...Yeah." He began nodding his head in self-support. "We can do this."
"You aren't mad or anything?"
"Mad?" He looked aghast at the thought. "Bloody hell, no! I'm actually kind of... excited."
I couldn't believe it. A laugh fell from my lips, realising there wasn't any problems. That Harry was fine with all of it. And he supported it. Me. We were going to be fine.
"Fuck, I love you Harry."
He connected his lips with mine and I couldn't have felt happier as the fireworks in my stomach exploded, lips curling into a smile as I realised:
Maybe it was all gonna be okay.
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kennysboxergf · 5 months
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Babysitting
Ranking the Beta Squad + Sidemen based on how much I would need to be paid to babysit them as children
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Kenny - €2.50/hour
THE NICEST
Just look at him he can do no harm
A very energetic child tho, running around and not going to sleep
But I think I could distract him easily by just putting on blues clues
Love love he’s adorable
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Chunkz (+ bonus Darkest) - €9.50/hour
Look very nice a respectful 
Will be nice
But only when parents are around
As soon as they leave I’m getting flamed like a highschooler
And getting pranked every 20 minutes 
But they look like they’ll listen if I say something 
And they’re gonna be funny so it’s all good 
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AJ Shabeel - €11.50/hour
look at him
He’s going to jump on me as soon as he gets the chance
A biter and a kicker
But he looks like he’s be sweet if he calmed down
He’s the kid the parents tell you not to give sugar to
Couch jumper
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Sharky - free/hour
this baby is the best baby I’ve ever seen
V Well behaved
Stomps his foot ok the floor when he’s mad but that’s it
I would look after him for free
He doesn’t even look like a messy eater
Respectful I love him
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Niko - €19/hour
you would have to payyy go get me go babysit this child
He seems so hyperactive
Would not could not sit still
Asks me for candy before dinner and ice-cream before bed
If I say no I get like a bucket of water poured on me when I walk into a room
Prank MASTER
Absolutely adorable but no thank you
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Vik - €6.50/hour
very nice and respectful
Asks BARE questions tho
He would tell me about all of his school project and how me the awards he’s won for them
Would watch a documentary for fun
But he looks nice enough and I would love to pet his duck
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Harry - €17.50/hour
chaotic if he wishes to be
But he also looks like he can like pick an activity and stick to it
But still he can bitee 
Ankle biter kid
And he will Not eat anything Green
Or mildly healthy
Even though his parents explicitly told me not to give him sugar he somehow finds it and annoys you all day
Sugar Crashes and finally sleeps
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JJ - €8.50/hour
looks nice enough 
Might come at me with all his high and mighty private school attitude 
But I think he’s pretty chill
And he’ll eat whatver his mom left for him
Calm I would say, average
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Ethan - €7.50/hour
again looks nice
He seems like a very outdoorsy kid and I am not an outdoorsy person so it would not mix
Probably just watches tv all day
Have a feeling he’ll refuse to put on his clothes
Ankle kicker
Would kick me in the shins and I would cry but then he’s apologise and sit on the couch playing so it’s ok
Will not sleep on time tho that is a STRUGGLE
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Josh - €4.50/hour
this boy cannot get up to trouble
Probably sits with his back straight
His smile is adorable 
Corrects ME about facts or smthing
Would ask me to read him a book as a goodnight
Sleeps at a reasonable time without a reminder
<3
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Simon - €7.50/hour
would give me the DIRTIEST of looks
All the time 
One of the kids that eavesdrop on ur conversations
Doesn’t strike me as a TV kids would wanna go play with kids in the park 
Biter, bites other kids, me if I piss him off
Overall nice tho, he would give me his “dish” made of playdough
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Tobi - :)/hour
I accept one smile from his per hour as payment
Seems like the happiest child ever
But I think if he was in a mood he would be the worst kid every I wouldn’t not want to be near him
Walks around stomping with his arms crossed and wrecks his room apart I would say
So acc like €5.50/hour 
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whoetoshaw · 1 year
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TELLING | h. lewis
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summary: you tell all your closest friends and family the news! [9.5k words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
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“I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO TELL ANYBODY.”
You were standing in your room, biting your nails, suitcase laying open on the bed where Harry lay with a leg hanging off the side. He still had his coat on but his shoes kicked off as you’d both just come straight home from the hospital, where you’d had your first scan at 10 weeks.
“Why are you biting your nails?”
“‘Cause I feel like I'm 14 again and about to tell my Mum I’m pregnant!” You spat, feeling the nerves creep up you.
You had everyone to tell now. Now that you’d had your first proper scan where you can visibly see your babies, told they were as healthy with a steady heartbeat, you had no reason holding you back from sharing the good news.
Especially with a 10 week belly — you’d already began looking a little round in your t-shirts.
“Y/n, I–I don’t know how long I can keep it in. Do you know how hard this has been for me? Do you know how much self-control it has cost me to not blurt something out?” Harry went on a rant as he starred into the abyss, thinking of the last 2 months and the company he’d been in — the company of his best friends almost every single day, keeping this humongous secret.
“But how do we tell them?! Like . .” you stood there, lost, not knowing what to do. “When’s the perfect time?”
“Any time! Look at the size of you already!” Your mouth dropped open offendedly, “they’ll see it before they’re told! They’ll know soon enough if we have to go to one more party and you have to explain your alcohol cleanse or cover your non-alcoholic label on your tin!”
“ . . Harry, that was really mean what you said.”
“Oh for fucks sake!”
The first people you had to tell — was your parents. His parents and yours. Of course it would have to be, could you imagine their reaction if they knew you’d told all your friends before them?! They would be the only people you’d have to do it a certain way — a sentimental, special way . . wasn’t it? You were going to Guernsey anyway for the week, your case half-packed by the time you stopped to scroll through announcement ideas that weren’t too over the top, while Harry proceeded twisting and frowning at the scan, trying to suss out what position who was in and if he was (impossibly) able to identify who was what gender. It really had been the hardest 10 weeks of your lives, for a pair that was open with everyone in their circle, so Harry couldn’t wait to get some relief on his shoulders, while you somehow believed everyone was going to be mad at you.
“Oh my — no, I can’t do this— no—”
“OW Y/N!” Harry’s ripped his arm from your nipped nails, throwing your a glare as he changed gear.
“Sorry! Sorry!” You withdrew your hands to yourself, not meaning to dig your nails into him so hard - you were just nervous and didn’t know what to do with yourself. You were just one lane down the road from pulling up to his family’s home, feeling your fingers shake and your knees weaken as you sat in the front seat, scared to face them. “I’m just nervo—”
“YEAH. I KNOW. I KNOW YOU ARE,” he looked at you between the sudden red light, leaning his head and arm on the window, he could have laughed at your statement. Gosh! Well you don’t say! You’d been a nightmare this ride over. If it wasn’t getting him to pull over every 10 minutes for the toilet, it was criticizing his driving just 10 times more than usual.
“WELL SORRY I’M SCARED. Can’t wait to see you when it’s you telling my dad he’s gonna have a grandchild.”
Do not even remind me, Harry closed his eyes, already on edge as it was driving down the street.
You both had a little white box each, one disguised as a box of cake, the other, a box of cake, just so they didn’t suspect something odd when you walked in with one tied with a little ribbon. “Calm down.”
“NOW DON'T TOUCH MY LEG ‘CAUSE YOU GET ANGRY WHEN I TOUCH YOURS!”
“YEAH! ‘Cause when you touch mine you—” he did it! Slipping his hand right in between your thighs and tickling the inside, under part of it - the most ticklish spot on your body. You jumped and clawed his hand off, feeling the car slightly nudge as he carried on, laughing and smiling proudly, “NOW HARRY, DRIVE THE CAR!” You yelled, trying not to get all flustered as you threw him a look, “—and stop looking so sexy doing it!”
The hormones would be the end of him. He couldn’t hack you having 2 emotions at once. He shook his head at that, his hand at the bottom of the wheel as he carefully turned it to the left as he pulled into his driveway.
Fuck me, you mentally whined, scared the box would drop from your hand. It was only a little announcement: 2 babygrows inside, two dummies in opposite corners and your pregnancy test in the middle.
“Think it’s a bit weird you put the stick you pissed on in it,” Harry pursed his lips as you fixed it neatly one more time.
“Well I think it’s a bit weird I’ve to look your family in the eye and basically tell them you spunked in me, so,” you screwed your face up, not caring what he thought.
Great, now you were walking in with a moody face, his Mum watching you make your way inside from the window, questioning what on earth her son said to you.
But you greeted her with the biggest smile, holding out an arm as you balanced the box in the other, embracing one another in the cutest hug. “Hello my darling!”
“How are you,” you smiled, hearing the door close behind you, “brought you a little cake,” you held the false box up before placing it on the counter.
Harry walked in after, raising the same box to show he had ‘the same’ before crouching to hug his Mum. “Where’s Dad?”
“Right there,” she pointed to him just outside the house, waving in through the window to let you know he would be 2 seconds to come see you both.
“Where’s Josh? And Rosie?” He added, casually leaning on the counter, folding his arms.
“Up the stairs. Any more questions?” She joked, turning on the kettle.
The two of you made eye contact, not knowing when to make the first move.
“What cake did you bring me?”
You made eye contact again, Harry moving out of the way and handing you the box. “Mum, I'll make the tea, you can sit down,” he offered, coming into her space and forcing her out of the corner.
“Oh, alright then,” she sat down at the table, eyeing the box in your hand, “what is it Y/n?”
“I think it’s just a Black Forest gateau,” you opened the lid for her to see it.
“What's the other one?”
“Just . . some buns . .” Harry smirked to himself stirring his mug, “DAD! Do you want a cup of tea?!” He nodded for his dad to come inside.
You nervously tucked your hair behind your ear and reached for a knife to cut the cake, beginning to feel a little sweaty in the kitchen. “JOSH! ROSIE! DO YOU WANT A CUP OF TEA?!” He yelled even louder, shouting at them more so than for them. You worried if he was now a little on edge. You squeezed his muscle and he put his hand on your back for a second, rubbing it as he reached for the milk. “OR CAKE?!”
You heard thumping upstairs in response to that, guessing Josh was now rushing to get out of the shower and Rosie finally bringing all her dishes and bottles downstairs.
He gave you a little nudge at the back of your leg, impatient for the others, feeling like now was the perfect time.
Oof. Here it goes.
Your fingers twitched. “Uh,” you scratched your hair, sliding the box onto the table, “do you want one of these?” You lifted the lid, and her face fell.
It fell . . into complete, and utter — shock.
She starred at the pregnancy test, the first thing to take her eyes. “NO!”
“No?” You squeaked out confused.
“AGH!” She shrieked, standing up, the chair scraping against the tiled floor as her hands flew to her mouth, cupping it in disbelief while her eyes stayed stuck on the box, glossed. “NO!” She refused. There was no way. There was absolutely no way.
That was not yours. This wasn’t serious.
You were both having her on.
“NO!” She repeated again, this time turning her head to you, and to Harry who was giddily laughing at his Mum freak out.
“Yes Mum, I promise! I promise,” he approached her slowly.
“N—” she paused, thinking of what to say, and again, “no!” except her voice croaked this time, the tears in her eyes fully filled to the brim as she shook her head in denial, feeling like she was dreaming. “No, you’re lying to me! They’re yours?” You could barely make out what she was saying, her voice had turned so chokey and dry. You were nodding exaggeratedly, concerned at her face, feeling like you were about to cry seeing her like this.
She was really, really heartfelt. This was too much for her to take. You just kept nodding! “Yes! Yes, they're mine, I took the test!” You assured, slowly reaching your arms out to her.
She was frozen. Her head whipped to you and whipped to Harry, and when she looked at you both, seeing Harry give a little awkward laugh while rubbing your back — she crumbled.
She fell to her seat, hands covering her face and she sobbed. Harry looked at you, completely lost on what to do while you looked at him with tears of your own, your heart bursting for the woman. This was the best reaction. “Mum,” he awkwardly laughed again, “Mum, are you okay?” He placed a hand on her shoulder. Her head raised as she placed her hand over his, wiping her eyes with her knuckles, she couldn’t get the words out. She was honestly awestruck. The lump in her throat felt like a rock, it was too painful to talk. “Mum,” Harry laughed, trying to get her to calm down, looking at you for help. “Mum.”
She held his arm and then stood up, going for the full embrace, she gripped him, hiding her face in her hand as her son hugged her, he was laughing and you were crying, reaching to turn the box for her to look at properly again.
“What’s going on in here?”
Harry’s Dad walked through the back door and at the question, his Mum burst out into proper tears, shrieking she gripped her husband's arm and pulled him over to the box, “H-HONE — LOOK!” She stood behind him as glanced into the box, and you caught how his mouth fell open and he reached to lift the stick at the top.
Harry’s Mum cried aloud, “Oh I can’t, you two!” She wailed, drying her eyes before jumping to you, realising she hadn’t hugged nor congratulated you yet. “My darling!” She cried, wrapping her arms around your neck before rocking you both. Both your shoulders were soaked with the other’s tears. “Are you for real? Are you serious?” She pulled away to hold your shoulders, needing the confirmation although she was already so far gone.
“I’m serious! I promise you,” you nodded again, smiling, and that only made her cry more — because, well just look at you! The daughter-in-law of her dreams!
You led her to the other chair so the two sat down, the box between them. Harry’s poor Mum’s hands were shaking covering her mouth and his Dad couldn’t stop starring and inspecting the contents inside. The smile was stuck on his face. “Is this actually real?”
“Mum, yes!” Harry nearly groaned, completely humored by both his parents’ state of shock. “Actually,” he looked to you confusedly, “do you not have the . .”
“OH!” You jumped to your handbag, pulling out the set of photographs you’d just received a couple days ago to show them. You let the collage fall open so all 5 photos were revealed.
She wailed even more. “PISS OFF!” She cried even more, reaching for the photos, and the pair of them sat starring at those as well, completely shocked that they were them. That they were real. They were yours. You were growing them.
You were growing their grandchild.
She sat crying even more at the table while you and Harry accepted the fact you weren’t getting a ‘congratulations’ until they both calmed down. It was heartwarming though, your heart a puddle as you watched them both take in and struggle to adjust to the news.
You heard a thunder of feet come downstairs and turning the corner into the kitchen, Josh and Rosie poked their heads in suspiciously, wondering what all the racket was about. “What happened?”
Their dad held up the scans and both their faces fell.
Their heads turned to you, and to their brother. “NO.”
“Swear to God,” Harry held up his hands to prove he wasn’t lying, and from the way he smile and the soft, awkward laugh — they knew this wasn’t a prank.
Their brother had really put you up the duff.
“Fuck off!!” Josh jumped into his brothers arms for a quick second like they were Shaggy and Scooby-Doo while Rosie’s hand slammed to her mouth as she rushed to look at the box.
She couldn’t believe her eyes. “NO.”
Oh my God? What was with this family and no? “Yes,” you confirmed, blocking out Josh and Harry jumping up and down in the kitchen.
You hugged Rosie for the longest time, a lump forming in her throat the thought of you making her an Auntie. You. Literally, one of her favourite people in the world - if not the one. The big sister she never had. The one who always treated her like an adult even when she was 15, and invited her around to your house with your friends when her own didn’t bother to ask. Her best friend. Not many could say that about their brother’s girlfriends, but with you — Rosie thought the world of you.
All the family did.
“Oh my God,” she sniffed, smiling through wet eyes, “congratulations?!” She hugged you, and hugged her brother, who rubbed her arm comfortingly. What the hell. Her brother was going to be a dad. He was going to have a child.
“Are you serious?” Josh asked you, coming over to see if you would tell him the honest truth, and while you put your arm around his waist and nodded with your hand on your chest, he still refused to believe it.
“Uncle Joshhh,” you sang, making a breakthrough as the name seemed to bring everyone down to reality.
Uncle Josh. Auntie Rosie. Nana and Grandpa.
Great, just make everyone in the family feel older than they are.
“Oh my God . . . ” their mum finally mumbled into her hand, feeling like she was just starting to come back down to earth.
“Do you know there’s two of them?” Harry tilted his head while flipped the picture to point at the two little circles in the scan.
“TWO?!”
“TWO?!!”
“TWO OF THEM?!”
It was so loud in this kitchen.
“TWINS?!” Rosie twisted her head up in his direction.
“Twins! Two of them!” He confirmed, smiling at the family. “Don’t ask where that came from.”
Nana-To-Be burst into a cry again, her hands back to shaking.
After a cup of tea each and a bit of cake to help ease the nerves, everyone was gathered in the kitchen, having taken almost an hour to adjust to the news but still very much shaken by it. His Mum and Dad eventually ‘officially’ congratulated you both, holding their son extra tight as if it was the last time before he set off on this adventure on his own. They told him how proud they were and how happy, and how there wasn’t anybody else they would pick for either you two to share this journey. They were overfilled with joy.
“I still can’t believe it,” his Mum muttered, tapping her nails to her third glass of tea, “two of them.” Her eyes widened.
“Where the hell did that come from?” Her husband squinted his eyes, his arms folded.
“I dunno,” Harry’s voice raised, “it says tall people have a higher chance and other shit but I am certain Y/n’s gran told me her brother was a twin or or mums brother was a twin.”
“Was he?”
“I don’t know,” you raised a shoulder. “Probably just our ‘luck’.”
“Karma, you mean,” Josh said from the counter, and somebody punched his arm.
“What did you do? How did you find out? Were you planning . . ”
“WAS I PLANNING? WAS I PLANNING TO HAVE A CHILD?” Harry retorted sarcastically, “DO I LOOK LIKE I WAS PLANNING TO HAVE A CHILD?”
Rosie laughed into her arm, feeling sorry for the pair who had her brother to deal with as a dad.
Even his Mum laughed, and Dad. Silly question.
“I found out on my own, he was filming a video.”
“Remember I told you she was sick before I went away?! And you said she’s always sick!”
“She is,” his Mum defended, knowing about your weird tick.
“Well, I knew it was a different sick. I knew something was up with my girl.” He shook his finger, as if warning them to never doubt him.
“So were you not surprised?”
“Fucking sure I was, fucking nearly fainted in the bathroom when I seen the lines. Drove to the chemist right after, bought 4 more.” He crossed his arms as he explained to them all. “Think I was drunk when she told me to be fair.”
“Did you cry?” A foot tapped you with a chuckle.
“I literally sat on our bathroom floor for about 2 hours, being like ‘they’re not my tests though’,” you laughed, “like i’ve peed on them . . but they’re for someone else.”
They laughed at you, seeing it perfectly in their head, you having a dilemma on your own.
The house was content and in silence, everyone thinking their own thing and in their own world, wondering what the house would be like a year from now, and the noise it would be filled with then, with two extra pairs of feet crawling about and squealing to fill the gaps of silence.
“I’m so happy for you two. So bloody happy,” his mum shook her head once more in disbelief, craning it to look into the box once more and feel the soft cotton on the little onesies. Onesies she’d be keeping for her little grandbabies to slip into soon. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
Making your way down the driveway to your house wasn’t that much of a different story.
“Oh your Mum is going to laugh in your face when you tell her,” Harry cackled from the front seat, holding your family’s box on his lap.
The day you had your own child (a daughter especially) was the day your Mum felt like she could kick her feet up and relax and let Karma take its course. It wasn’t that you were some horrifying, demon child to raise — but let’s just say you’d been as headstrong as you were now since you’d been born. You were just like your Mum. Good luck with that, she would say, have fun trying to explain to her why moving to London with a boy you told you’d hated throughout school isn't the best idea when she’s 17 x.
She loved the thought of grandkids though — but the best was the thought of getting to hand them back at the end of the day for you to deal with. Ugh! And she’d be a Gilf.
When you walked in, your Mum caught you on the way to the kitchen, attempting a wave to know she acknowledged you both, balancing her phone on her shoulder and holding the washing basket full of clothes for the washing machine - gossiping down the line to one of her longtime friends. Harry felt like he’d just seen you in 20 years time.
You both went in the kitchen and sat down, waiting for her to end the call as you texted your sister where your dad was. Harry sat at the table quite stiff, his eyes in a daydream and hands awkwardly rubbing the other.
OH! So, he was nervous now!
His mood only worsened when he looked up and saw you trying not to laugh at him.
“Hello my honeys,” she hugged Harry’s head under her arm and then your head as the empty wash basket preoccupied the other, “give me a minute ‘til i leave this back,” you quickly heard her footsteps up the stairs.
Sophie came downstairs with an amused expression, home for the weekend from Uni, holding her pet bunny in hand, “hello,” she greeted, leaving her mug in the sink, “what are you two doing here?”
“We have a surprise,” Harry muffled with his chin on his hand.
Your sister looked to him and looked to you, walking over with a hoaxed laugh as she peaked into the box, “what? A cake?”
You saw it, her reaction and the way her eyes widened as she legitimately opened the the box with the surprise, causing your own eyes to expand, as well as Harry’s as you both realised what she’d just done.
She was frozen, for about a minute, her hand still in place as her mouth hung open. And then they closed, and she shut her mouth, and walked out into the hallway to register what just happened.
She didn’t know what to do.
You didn’t know what to do.
Harry didn’t know what to do.
Then your Dad walked in through the door from work, smile breaking out at the sight of you both sitting at the table, “what’s happening?” He greeted, squeezing your shoulders as he passed by into the kitchen, slapping his hand to Harry’s before shaking it and patting his back.
Harry’s terrified eyes were locked on you as he squeezed your Dad’s hand, suddenly regretting all of his life choices.
“Get the kettle on,” your Mum reappeared as she entered with her mug in her hand, ready for a refill.
“Here,” Harry’s shaking hand held out the box for her to take.
“You cut it,” she encouraged, moving out of his way.
Harry looked at you confused and you didn’t know what to do either, seeing how he just got to his feet and walked to the counter confusedly. “No, Mum—”
“Plates are in the top cupboard now,” she added, stealing his seat. “Well. What have you two been up to? Did you go view that house the other day?”
You paused. Ermmm.
What? What did you do now?
“Here’s your fork,” Harry improvised, handing her the test and turned back around, and your Mum plucked it from his hand with her eyes still waiting on you for an answer.
Woman! Won’t you look!
Upon feeling the odd plastic shape instead of her heavy metal fork, she furrowed her brows at the prank before her mouth immediately went dry and fell open. Her head snapped to Harry, who was shuffled in the corner all awkward and giddy, and then to you, who pinched your lips nervously at her sharp head turn.
And then she looked back to Harry.
And then she looked back to you.
And then she looked back to Harry.
And then she looked back to you.
“ARE YOU GOING TO SAY SOMETHING?!” Sophie shouted from the doorway.
“Surprise . . ?” You raised your brows anxiously at her silent shock.
The test clanked to the table and her hands covered her mouth, her reaction much quieter than Harry’s Mum. “Are you joking?”
You slowly shook your head.
“Are you JOKING?” She repeated more so to herself, lifting a foot up to her seat as she adjusted to the news. “IS THIS A PISSTAKE?!”
“No! No, we promise, it’s for real!” Harry chirped in, trying not to laugh at your Mum’s swearing. “H—” fuck, he had to tell them there were two, “here—” he passed her the box she was originally supposed to look in. Sophie pushed past your both and came to stand next to her Mum, mouth still open as they both peaked into the box. You could see your Mum’s eyes gloss over and Sophie’s brows furrow with disgust as she inspected the stick you’d peed on.
“What’s all the shouting about?” Your Dad came out of the bathroom drying his hands, seeing two of his girls looking down into the cake box. Sophie immediately twirled around and unmeaningly pointed to Harry, “pregnant!” her eyes widened. And then she realised her mistake and moved her arm to you.
Your Dad’s brows were furrowed confusedly when your Mum held up the babygrow, and his gaze softened as he took it from her hands. You looked over at Harry to find him awkwardly picking at breadcrumbs by the toaster, avoiding eye contact.
“Are you both being serious?” Your Mum’s voice was slightly croaked as she lifted from her seat with her empty mug she desperately needed to fill with tea — or wine.
“Yes Mum, I’m being serious,” you almost sighed, wondering why everyone thought you’d be joking about this. “It’s twins!”
“TWINS?!” Glass hit the floor as the middle cracked into 5 big pieces.
“TWINS?!” Sophie shrieked.
“EH?!”
“B–Jesus Christ,” Harry’s hand covered his face as he tried to hold in his laugh at the family.
You looked at them panicked, dropping open the slides of scans you’d kept in your bag. “Yeah.”
They snatched it from you, Sophie handing you her rabbit as she inspected it like a mum does her receipt at Tesco, looking for the two blorbs identified as babies.
“AGH!” Your Mum held her chest, feeling the tears fill her eyes as she took a seat again. “Please. Please tell me this isn’t a prank.”
“Mum, for God’s sake, I’m not joking!” You almost laughed. “I’m really—” you fumbled for the words, “up the duff.”
“Knocked up?”
“Yeah, knocked up,” you scoffed at your sister’s words.
“Oh my God!” Your parents didn’t take as long adjusting to the news as Harry’s, quickly congratulating you with hugs and kisses, although, your Mum’s did come more out like a question, and Harry didn't like answering them with your Dad standing there. “—I mean . . like . . are we calling them a surprise?—”
“Yes. They’re a ‘surprise’,” you gave her a bland look.
“You think they planned them? You think they’re willingly settling down here?” Your sister stifled a laugh that even made your Mum snigger. You mocked her as she approached you. “I mean I'm kidding but . . I’m not really,” she hugged you with a playful smile, “but I am happy for you. And you,” she reached to wrap her other arm around Harry’s waist, “this will be a laugh.”
Harry laughed loudly at that because that was perfectly true.
“My babies. Where did the time go?” Your Mum looked at you both with her head on her hand. “When did you get so old?!” She cried. Where were the cute pair of teenagers who used to trot downstairs between breaks of Eastenders and raid her kitchen cupboards for biscuits? Who called to see what she was making for dinner and what Harry’s Mum was making for dinner to decide on where they would eat?
“And yet they’ve still growing up to do,” Soph mumbled as she finally moved to get her slice of cake.
“Didn’t we all?” your Dad grinned once dropping the broken glass into the bin. “They’ll figure it out. Won’t you?” He came to stand next to you, for the second time, youthful sharing a handshake with Harry to help ease his nerves. He did appreciate the nervousness to him, and the awkwardness he never really had around him. Looking at him brought back memories when it was him telling his father-in-law.
“I hope so!” Harry agreed while you raised a shoulder.
“Now don’t say that,” your Mum stressfully placed her hands on her hair, “last time you said that, they were drunk and lost in Majorca and had no passports—” your Mum began to second-guess everything.
But, despite the jokes made about having to fight with the in-laws now for the Nanny or Granny title, and concerned concepts of what you were gonna do if Harry left them upstairs to watch a match on TV, you felt the love from your household, from even your sister’s spoilt rabbit that looked like he’d melted on you with the way he lay on your chest.
But then the remarks came from your Mum — ‘what about your festivals? Where are they going then?’, ‘Y/n, can you even plait hair?’, ‘Harry when was the last time you woke up at 9 o’clock, nevermind for a night feed?’. She was having a field day. You’d caught her laughing at her phone at her co-workers Facebook post, saying how “thank god I’ll have pretty grandbabies to post.”
“They might be pretty, but they’ll reek of au—”
“I dare you to finish that sentence, I actually dare you,” Harry ticklishly squeezed the back of her neck and Sophie jumped and escaped him with a proud grin and middle finger aimed at him.
“You’ll have to buy 2 of everything! And discuss your parenting tactics!”
You frowned at that, “I think it’s a bit early for that.”
“Never too early for that. You might be surprised by how many differences you have.”
You and Harry both tilted your head at each other, yeah, okay mimicking your gaze. You were one. Your minds were the same.
Your Mum looked at you both mocking her. “Laugh it up, I’m being serious. I could list 5 things right now you’ll disagree on.” She stirred her tea.
Yeah right.
“For one, you gonna use shampoo on their hair?” Harry’s face dropped and he looked at you, as you looked at him, both minds set on an answer but looking at one another — you knew they weren’t the same.
And that was the start of it.
Your Mum left for the living room, sipping her tea with her slice of cake, a smug grin on her face as she left the pair to discuss in the kitchen.
After telling probably the most important people in your lives the news, the ones whose reactions really mattered, you’d have thought the nerves would have eased and the rest would feel much smoother.
Well no. Harry was losing sleep over how he would tell the boys.
“Do I slip it in casually? Do we go out for dinner? Do I tell them separately? Should I just text them?—”
“Do not text them it,” you rolled your eyes, rubbing coconut oil over your slightly popped stomach. “Just . . yeah, do it over dinner. Do it when they're all together, I think that’ll be best. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”
Harry found himself at a shoot; it was only for MoreSidemen, but everyone was together for once, chilling on the sofa, and it’d been a super chill day. There’d been laughs, there’d been plans made, there’d been reminiscing of old times. An easy day of work. It was a very wholesome moment between the group to have been sitting there on the couch, chilling now that filming was done, finishing off whatever drink had been set out for them and simply enjoying the company between one another. Harry was laying in the corner, scratching his hair with a beer in hand, wondering how on earth he said it. It was the perfect moment because he realized he didn’t want it to be a big thing, but JJ was currently talking about an American deal he was about to sign and Simon had just got done telling them all about the perfect spot of land he’d found for him and Talia to start building their dream home.
Jesus. They were so old.
“Boys,” he caught their attention, messing with his hair as he didn’t know what to do with his hands. “I—” well now it was funny, trying to keep a straight face, because if he laughed they’re not going to believe him. “I have some exciting news,” he phrased like he was shooting a video, keeping them on their toes as he gave questionable glances.
“Pregnant.” Ethan stated.
“You single?” Simon guessed.
“D’you get a new car?” JJ wondered, slouched right down into the seat.
“Oo. 1 truth, 2 lies,” he bit his tongue humorously, seeing the anticipation burst through them as they all sat up.
“Are you broken-up?” Vik lightly chuckled, knowing fine rightly that could not have been the answer as he’d been texting you as per usual on shoots.
He shook his head as Josh’s mouth slowey pulled into a grin as he guessed, “ . . so you got a new car?”
He shook his head again.
Everyone was just watching him with delayed reactions, when really their insides were sparking and clanking trying to wrap around what that then meant for the truth.
Eyes widened and jaws went slack, tips of lips turning outward as everyone just froze.
Behz was right next to him, his jaw hanging open to his left that Harry kept looking from him to the others, to him to the crew.
“WHAT?” JJ sat up, his voice high-pitched and on the verge of breaking out into his famous laugh.
Ethan screamed, and he screamed again, hands covering his mouth in between as he took in the news, as he made sense of what he’d just been told.
“Are you serious?!” Simon shouted, leaning forward to touch his knee in a seriously grounding moment, needing the confirmation so he could fully react, and Harry nodded, still trying to hold in his laugh as he bit his tongue.
Ethan screamed again and got up off the sofa, tripping as he turned around and looked at him, his fingers hooked in his mouth. Everyone had the highest grin on their face along with a widely-open mouth, but Harry could clearly see they were seriously too stunned to speak. He laughed at himself, at how he’d stunned them.
“Are you serious?” Kon asked behind the camera, and when Harry nodded again, it was like they’d finally hit the play button.
“You’re lyin’ bro,” JJ rocked back like an egg before standing to his feet to congratulate him in a handshake-hug, “swear down.”
“I swear, mate, I promise,” he laughed giddily, holding his hand clasped as he locked eyes, trying to find any hint of denial and falsehood. “I swear down.”
“Brooo,” JJ squealed, lowering to pull him into the biggest hug, patting his back with a prideful smack, tingles running up his arms.
“BROOO! Ain’t no way!!” Tobi shrieked from his spot, hugging him second. Harry patted his back when Tobi grabbed his arms and looked at him, sincerity dripping in his voice, “Harry I am so happy for you, bro. Are you kidding?”
“Mate I swear,” Harry assured him, patting his side.
Tobi hugged him again, filled with delight, “brother, congrats!! I’m honestly — I can’t even word it. I have so many questions.”
“So do I!” Simon butted in after, looking at his best friend in disbelief as they clapped hands and shook, Simon throwing his arm around him and squeezing him. “Brother! What?! Since when?!”
“Honestly, it’s been a whirlwind of the last few weeks, I can’t even remember,” he awkwardly scratched his head, feeling like a weight was finally lifting off his shoulders. “We just got a scan like, the other day—”
The word scan made it all that more real and harder for the boys to take in, with faces being pulled and hands holding chests, they had to sit back down.
So he meant it.
“Do you have it?”
“Y-yeah, yeah I do!” He searched for his backpack, passing it to Tobi and JJ who immediately hunted to the bottom for it.
Vik’s face was most surprised but he eventually hugged and congratulated his best friend too, expressing his happiness and excitement to be named ‘Uncle Vik!’ which Harry adored, “love you, man. This is amazing.”
Josh hugged him too and ran his knuckles into his hair, expressing his congrats but also questioning him, ”what are you doing?! You’re supposed to be the baby of the group!”
Harry was smiling as he tried to fix his hair, Josh’s arm still around his neck as he looked to the boys who all viewed him the same way.
Eventually he turned to Behz who was sitting with his elbows to his knees, his hand on his mouth, head shaking in utter disbelief. When Harry laughed at him, he bounced up, attacking him with the biggest hug, they almost fell over, laughs unable to be concealed. Ethan picked him up and bounced him in the air, chanting “Baby Bog! Baby Bog! Baby Bog!” ‘til everyone was shouting it and Harry was laughing with sore cheeks. “I was going to tell you first but you was hungover when we planned to go out!” He shoved him.
Ethan held him for the longest time, probably the most excited as he finally had someone to join him on this road to fatherhood after he’d recently just merged onto. And who better did he want with him? He couldn't believe it. Suddenly, he felt less singled out of the group and less lonely in a sense. He was already making a million plans for the future. He gripped his arms and gave him a heart-to-heart convo of how excited he was for Harry and how proud of him he was.
They all were.
“Do you want another surprise?”
Their heads perked up like dogs.
“Do you know what it is?” Josh guessed.
“No. But I can tell you how many there are.”
“HOW!—” Simon stuttered, “HOW MANY THERE ARE?!”
“HOW MANY?!”
“WHAT?!”
He was closing his arms into himself defensively as the boys jumped and celebrated him again, feeling their hands slap him and rustle his hair into a mess again.
“Is that what that other little circle is?!” Tobi pointed to the questionable looking shape.
Harry nodded, Behz’s hands shaking his neck ticklishly as he tried to steal a peak at the ultrasound.
“BRO! Ain’t no way!” JJ exclaimed once again in disbelief while Vik turned his head questioningly at the picture, “twins?!”
“So far,” he confirmed, “u—unless one of them eats the other one.”
The more they talked about it, the more screaming Ethan did and more questions JJ fired. His camera crew congratulated him also, emotional that the baby of the clan they’d been working with for years was finally at the stage in life where he couldn’t be seen as that anymore. They cracked open another case of beer and poured some XIX for celebration, everyone quizzing him on the rundown of things as JJ quickly booked a table at a restaurant for them to all go out to eat.
Harry couldn't have imagined a better reaction, he didn't think he was able to feel this loved and appreciated by people not related to him. But he did, and he loved them as much back, grateful to have each one in his life, who loved and looked after him like a brother. He couldn’t have wished for better friends. Honestly.
You were doing the rounds today, getting up early to go tell each girl individually after plans fell through and they couldn’t find a time to meet up for lunch.
So you started with Freya, the older sister you never had, your London Mum, who’d known you longest since your days when she was blonde and you were a small, newly, love-struck 18-year-old who’d followed her boyfriend to big scary London — where she took you under her wing. She deserved to be told first, so you knocked on the door and sat on the sofa, catching her before she headed out for her hair appointment.
“Hello, babygirl,” she hugged you, welcoming you inside. “What brings you here?”
“I have a little surprise for you,” you proposed, hand lingering on your handbag.
She curled her legs up on the sofa and propped her head on her hand, looking at you oddly, “okay . .”
“Do you wanna guess?”
“No. God. I hate when you do that.”
You laughed at that and nodded. Fair. So, you pulled the row of pictures out so the back faced her, and you watched her increasing confused face turn as you slowly flipped the photos around, seeing the realisation dawn on her.
Freya cried. Her palms covered her eyes as you held her, laughing and slightly crying yourself. “Are you serious?!”
“I swear! You’re the first I've told,” you grinned, drying your own tears.
“My angel,” she clung to you, the pair of you laying down on her couch, crying into one another. “I am so unbelievably happy for you. You were made for this. You will smash this.”
Her words melted your heart to a puddle. “Don’t because I'll start crying again.”
“I can’t stop crying!” Talia wailed from her seat as the mascara ran down her cheeks.
Her hands were shaking with the picture in her hand, her sleeve wet and stained from her makeup as she cried into her sweatshirt, and through your own happy tears, you laughed at her. “What the fuck, Y/n!” She sniffed.
“I know. And two of them,” you widened your eyes.
“Two of them has ended me. How are you going to cope?!” she laughed, before hoarse, “I truly cannot comprehend this. What does Harry think?!”
“Harry’s like an orb just floating through space at the minute. He’s been so chill, I’m waiting for a mental breakdown — no, I'm waiting for a midlife crisis.”
Talia laughed loudly at that while you rubbed her knee, besotted by her response. “I can’t believe this. Why are we all getting so old? Why — how?! How are you going to have a child?! Children!”
“I don’t know. Who allowed this?”
“Sorry but you as a Mum: I can see — Harry? Harry? Harry Wroetoshaw?!”
Yeah, what had you got yourself into. “I’ll be raising triplets, more like.”
“He’ll be great! All the instincts kick in, I’m sure!” Ellie sat across from you with your hands in hers. “You will both be phenomenal, I already know. Those kids are going to be the luckiest babies ever,” she awed, her cheeks sore from the smiling she couldn’t stop doing. “Cutest too!”
“Stop it, you’re making me cry, here,” you fanned your eyes at her sweet words. Wasn’t Ellie the best?
“Do we need another cup of tea? I think we need another cup of tea.”
“I’ll take a cup of tea, babes, yes please,” you grinned as Olive was passed into your arms.
“I’m on it, doll. I have your mug sitting at the front of the cupboard,” Faith left for the kitchen while you kicked the ball for Rolo to chase after whilst bouncing baby Olive in your arms. Faith was picking up laundry on the way and firing it into the wash basket, claiming that she and the house was a mess but you’d told her they were quite literally beyond your daily standards. “What’s been going on? Any biz?” she eventually joined you in the living room.
“I mean, I guess I have some news for you. Might lose your marbles over it.”
“Babe, I am listening. Tell me, I am all ears,” she dropped down onto the sofa, ready to hear all about whatever inside information you had.
“Well, you know what, it’s more so a surprise for Olive,” you smiled, digging into your bag for either the scan and pregnancy test, “. . you know how you said she’s in need of a friend?” The collage of pics fell open.
The tea in Faith’s mouth spilled out onto the sofa.
You couldn’t even get your next sentence out, you were laughing so much, “s—she’s getting two,” your body jerked with cackles, holding out the paper.
Faith screamed snatching it from your hand, and screamed louder as she stood on the sofa, kicking her feet into the cushion. Olive was so unbothered, clearly used to the chaos in this house.
“YOU'RE JOKING ME! YOU ARE JOKING!—”
“I’M NOT! I SWEAR! I SWEAR!”
“YOU'RE NOT!” She looked at the scans, squealing again and clutching it to her chest. “YOU ARE LYING TO ME!”
“Faith, I promise you!”
Incomprehensible sounds left her mouth as she starred at the evidence of truth, seeing Infant, Lewis typewritten at the top that had her smacking her hand to her mouth. You’d thought the girl had gone through 20 different stages of acceptance, from screaming and jumping to curling to a ball on the ground crying, she was in utter disbelief but most definitely the most excited. “No stop it ‘cause I’m already thinking of Mummy Dates,” she cried into her tissue, “the things we can do. Olive! We’ll have someone to join on our walks now when Daddy’s away to work!” She shook her daughter’s tiny hand excitedly. “And– oh my God. I’m gonna have to drink for you like you drank for me when I was pregnant,” she looked at you promisingly, “I stand up to the challenge,” she saluted. And then when you both laughed, she wiped her eyes and leaned over to you, squeezing her arms tightly around you, being careful not to squash Baby O, she hugged you tight. “I love you so much. I promise to have your back – I will look after you when Harry is being a dickhead. I will — I will know the struggle and I will guide you through it. I have you, girl. Whatever you need. Whether it’s to beat up Harry or to shave your legs — I got you.”
“I love you so much,” you embarrassingly croaked into her hair as you (group) hugged. “What did I ever do without you?”
Telling the few of your friends from school/uni was nothing special, but you didn’t want them to find out online so you gave them a call or dropped it in the groupchat which spawned utter chaos. You might not have talked everyday but they were good friends in your youth and they were over the moon at the news, immediately confirming their attendance for whatever baby showers you had coming up.
You both knew Freezy had to be told in a special way, considering, well it was Calfreezy, and he’d probably be annoyed if he didn’t get special treatment. That was Big Bro. “I brought another jar, just in case,” he placed the sauce on the counter with his reusable shopping bag.
You’d all be standing around in the kitchen, waiting for your dinner to cook like old times as you all spoke from different sides of the room. “Bro, baby potatoes are so cute. Baby anything is so cute,” he picked up a baby carrot to crunch on.
Harry looked at you and you looked at him, smugness taking over.
Freezy watched you both. “What.”
You looked at Harry to go ahead and tell him.
“Y/n, why’s he looking at me like that,” Cal looked at you for help when he went quiet, clearly clueless as to how to say it. Maybe ‘hopefully you find Baby Lewis cute!’ or just something.
“We’re having a baby potato.”
You actually had to lean on the counter with your head in your hand.
“W—Well we’re actually having two baby potatoes,” he corrected, seeing your reaction.
Freezy looked around like he was on another planet, “the fuck is he on about?”
Now he was getting flustered and scrambled over to you who was laughing at his failed announcement, laughing, he pulled your jumper up a bit, exclaiming, “look! See?! S—look!”
When Freezy looked at your stomach, just about a bump evident, and stringed together Harry’s previous words, baby potato, we’re having . . a baby potato, his smile dropped. His carrot dropped. “What.”
“Oh my God, I’m pregnant,” you deadpanned, slumping your arms.
“FUCK OFF! YOU’RE NOT!” He leaned on the counter for support before his legs buckled.
Freezy had never felt so old in the span of a minute. Had never felt so drunk whilst being stone-old sober at a time. He felt like he’d just been hit with something, how he felt wobbly all of a sudden.
Looking at the two in front of him, he realised, you weren’t the two teens he once had to look after in your early days of London. Gone were the days when he came to pick you up after your friend’s 18th birthday in Ibiza or buying Harry’s drink when he didn’t have his ID to prove he was of age. You were really grown up. You were having a family. You were adulting in life.
Starting the next gen. “Oh my God.” Suddenly you felt like you were at a wedding as the two boys swayed in a hug in your kitchen, comforting each other as you continued stirring the dinner in the pan, letting them have their moment. Freezy had already claimed godfather title and laughed when it really hit him, unable to imagine his best mate, someone he saw as his little brother — be someone’s dad. Funniest fucking thing. He asked every question there was too, until you physically could not give him an answer because he was beginning to ask the likes of ‘what names we thinking?’
“Mate. They’ve just about grown arms at this point or I'd still class it as my sperm,” Harry childishly laughed across from him at the table.
“Bro. That’s mad,” he squeezed his hair. “I need to phone my Mum. I need to call Chip.”
Chip found out when Harry went out for drinks with the Troops. Harry went out with a few of The Troops too, and such over a pint late at night. “Do you’se want to know something?” He tipsily appealed, as if he was about to rhyme off a riddle.
They all stared at him in silence, egging him to go on.
No build up? No drum roll? Oh. Okay. “Pregnant. Y/n.”
Harry knew they’d be emotional but Jesus Christ, the drink really heightened emotions. But he took all the loving he was getting, drunk or not, he appreciated it. Chip nearly knocked the whole table over when he bounced out of his seat and somehow Theo fell off his chair. He had to call you to get you to confirm which result in Chip smashing his phone when he grabbed it from him.
“NO YOU’RE NOT YOU BIG LIAR. YOU’RE HAVING A — A LAUGH! YOU — YOU MEAN BITCH—”
“Y/N DON’T HURT,” Chris hiccuped into the phone, “DON’T PLAY US LIKE THAT!”
Harry was laughing his head off, especially when the boys were almost shedding a tear when they finally believed you ranting over the phone. They were more than gassed and kept the celebrations going, of course, getting their digs in and firing questions with pints in their hands:
“Oh my God — you got her up the duff!”
“Jesus. Call ChildLine now.”
“How’d you manage that?”
“She fuming?”
“Great. Another weird Guernsey kid,” Chris rolled his eyes and Harry shook him. He knew he was screaming inside.
“Two weird Guernsey kids.”
“Fucking hell! You gonna make them fight for everything?”
Jokes aside, all of them were gassed. Harry was surprised how many of his friends were ringing their mum’s to tell them. It was strangely heartwarming. The night had been so good that they’d almost forgotten all about it. He’d woken up to a text in the groupchat, ‘did harry say the mrs is pregnant or did i make that up’, to which he replied, ‘no, she’s really up the duff’, and the congratulations all rolled in again.
After it felt like you’d told everyone important over the course of the month, going to bed felt even more relaxing after it felt like there were no more secrets to hide. Being in the company of everyone again since passing on the news, you’d been viewed in a new light. The boys were still trying to wrap their heads around it - Freya trailing Josh over to see your little bump and Tobi still stunned but gracefully sharing his apple juice at every party event. Everyone laughed every time at the thought of Harry having to parent, and you couldn’t lie that you didn’t join in with the boys when they patronised him about having to go to parenting classes and play daddy daycare when you went out - because you did.
Your circle was quite some size, but they were people you trusted with your life, so they were all in on the special secret, now understanding and getting virgin cocktails for you — no longer trying to force shots of sambuca down your throat like Chip had done.
You loved them all so much.
Although, you couldn’t deny that there was a nervousness deep within that you couldn’t place was coming from.
“Look how good she looks and she’s a trimester ahead!”
Scrolling through social media and comparing yourself was never good — but fellow pregnant women who were going through the same difficulties as you? Well that was just soul-humbling.
You looked to your right, to your boyfriend laying on his side, in a daydream, looking at your stomach as you sat up against the headboard, judging and listing every pregnancy-related link this girl had to recommend. You looked at him oddly, and when he felt you staring, he looked up. “Mad they’re in there.”
“Mad.” You agreed, mocking his words.
“What’d you say?”
“Look at her,” you flipped your phone to this jaw-dropping woman who made pregnancy look so effortless.
“What about her?”
You looked at him unimpressed. “Why does nobody talk about the shit you go through? I need someone to tell me it’s ok to look like shit.”
“You don’t look like shit,” Harry almost scoffed.
You shot him a look.
“Ok! You look like shit,” he told you what you wanted to hear, turning back to face the TV at the end of your bed.
But you didn’t look like shit. You might have felt like it as you came to the end of your first trimester, but you didn’t look it. You never did, Harry argued, yeah, your hair could be wild and you had a few spots breaking out on your chin, but Harry ate that shit up. Being considered perfect pestered him — seeing you have a matching pimple on your head like him, your nails chewed down and raggedy, or even complaining about needing a tan after both being deprived a vacation, he thought it made you prettier. His pretty, natural girl.
You locked your phone and slipped your arm around the back of his neck, feeling him pat your knee under your duvet as you eyed the screen, mind still on your social media snooping.
“We need to tell the internet.”
“No.”
“Harry,” you groaned at him and sat up, seeing him try not to laugh at you in your slumped position. Yeah, you made pregnancy look so hot, you bet. “Come on. I’m nearly 3 months. Is it supposed to be a secret forever? Are you keeping them in the dark for the rest of your YouTube career?”
“And say what?” He rubbed his head, knowing you were right.
“I don’t know,” you held his face, complaining. You didn’t know how to do it either, “ . . but I want to get sent free stuff.”
You both laughed at each other at that, finding your confession hilarious. I mean realistically, though . . some people got sent free £1,000 prams and everything from big brands! “We have to.”
“Alright. Post what you want. Make everyone feel old.”
“Oh I will,” you stuck your lips to his cheek in a kiss before picking up your phone again, “cHiLdhOOd hErO wRoEtOsHAw iS gONna bE a dAd, AhHh.”
“Shut your mouth.” He tried not to laugh next to you. “What do you say? What did Ethan write? His was a good caption.” He read the YouTube reference.
“What do I write?”
“Dunno.”
“Well you’re great help,” you texted Faith instead.
“Fuck sake. His was so good! What could I say?!” He bit his nail curiously.
You laughed evilly. “I’m captioning mine ‘Faith’s the Dad.’”
“DON'T YOU DARE.”
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