#harry lewis x reader

[slut-for-slutty-fictional-men]

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Pairing: Harry Lewis x Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, slow burn, awkward tension, ghosting, unresolved feelings, dirty talk, resentment, angst, light enemies-to-lovers.

Summary: You hooked up once, then ghosted him the next day without a word. A year later, you’re hired as the Sidemen’s new social media coordinator. Surprise, bitch. The awkward tension is unbearable. Harry’s not the same since that night, and neither are you.

Word Count: ~2,500

Masterlist

It’s a surprise, really, that it took this long for you to end up here.

The Sidemen HQ. The most infamous collective of YouTube chaos. And you? Well, you’re their newest hire. Social media coordinator, of course, because they’re “growing.” You had the credentials, the connections — and hell, you needed the job. But, maybe more than that, you needed a change of scenery.

What you didn’t need was the heavy, suffocating tension the second you walked through the door. You should’ve known. You should’ve prepared for it.

You didn’t.

Your eyes catch him almost immediately — Harry Lewis. Leaning casually against a wall, earbuds in, scrolling through his phone, acting like he doesn’t see you. But you know he does. You can feel the weight of his gaze before you even register it.

Your heart stutters.

It’s been a year since that night.

The one where you let yourself go too far, where you let him pull you in without a second thought. And when the morning came, you’d run. You didn’t leave a text. No explanation. No apology. Just silence.

It was easier that way, or so you thought. Easier than dealing with whatever you were starting to feel for him. Easier than the aftermath of that night when you let yourself be weak and vulnerable. It wasn’t like you expected anything from him, but a small part of you had hoped he’d reach out.

But he didn’t.

And you didn’t either.

Now, a year later, you’re standing here, about to work with him. For him, even. And you can already feel the weight of that night pressing against you like a bruise that never quite healed.

He’s the first to speak, but only because he’s cornered. Ethan’s behind you, introducing you to the team, smiling and cheerful. But Harry? Harry is different. The air around him crackles with unspoken tension, the kind you’ve been trying to ignore since you stepped into this room.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here,” he mutters under his breath. The words are low, almost drowned out by the noise of the room.

You force a smile, though it feels brittle. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

He doesn’t answer, just gives you a sharp nod and turns his attention back to his phone. The tension thickens. It’s like you’re a stranger again, like that night never happened. You almost wish it hadn’t.

But it did.

And now you’re here. And so is he.

The first few days are unbearable. The team is easy to work with, for the most part, but Harry? Harry avoids you at all costs. He doesn’t speak to you unless it’s necessary for work, and even then, it’s clipped and distant.

It’s like he’s a stranger. Like nothing ever happened. But you can’t forget.

One night, you’re walking out of the office late, ready to call it a day when you hear footsteps behind you. You don’t turn around.

“Didn’t think you’d still be here.”

You recognize his voice before you see him. Of course you do. You’ve spent more than enough time pretending it doesn’t echo in your mind.

“I work here now,” you say, your voice coming out colder than you intend. “Shouldn’t be surprising.”

He’s quiet for a beat too long, and when you finally turn to look at him, his face is unreadable. But his eyes — God, they still hold that edge, the one that left you breathless the night you ran.

“You ghosted me.”

The words are simple, direct, and yet they feel like a slap.

You feel your breath catch in your throat. You didn’t think he’d ever bring it up. You didn’t think he’d ever admit that he noticed.

But he did.

And you… you didn’t know how to react.

“I wasn’t ready for anything serious,” you mutter, hoping it comes off convincing, even to yourself. “I told you that.”

His gaze sharpens. “We didn’t talk. You didn’t even leave a message. You disappeared without a word.”

You can see it now — the hurt behind the anger. The way his jaw tightens, the way his eyes flicker with something dangerous.

“I couldn’t do it,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know what it was between us, and it scared me.”

There’s silence between you two. He shifts uncomfortably, but he doesn’t move away. He doesn’t break eye contact.

“You didn’t think it was worth talking about?” he asks, voice strained. “Didn’t think I deserved an explanation?”

The hurt in his voice cuts deep. You wish you could take it back, but the words are out now, and they’re hanging in the air between you like a weighted truth.

“I didn’t know what to say,” you reply softly, feeling the weight of the admission sink in. “It wasn’t supposed to be complicated, Harry. I didn’t want it to be.”

His eyes flicker, but instead of saying anything else, he turns and walks away.

The days drag on. Each time you catch his gaze, it’s like a cold punch to the gut. His silence is deafening, and every moment feels like a reminder of that night. You want to talk to him. You want to apologize. But you don’t. Because you’re scared. Scared that if you say anything, it’ll make everything worse.

But then, one night, it happens.

You’re both stuck late at the office, finishing up some last-minute work. The rest of the team has gone home, and it’s just the two of you. The awkward silence is almost suffocating. You can feel him watching you from across the room, his eyes heavy with something unspoken.

Finally, you can’t take it anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you say, voice small but determined. “For ghosting you. For leaving you like that.”

He looks up from his phone, eyes dark and unreadable. For a second, you think he’s going to brush it off. But then he pushes himself off the chair and stands up.

“You don’t get to just apologize and walk away,” he says, voice low. “You don’t get to do that.”

You don’t respond. You can’t. You’re too scared of what might come next.

But he doesn’t wait for you to speak. He steps forward, slow and deliberate, his body close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him.

“You fucked me over, and I didn’t deserve it,” he murmurs. “But I’m still here. And I’m not letting you run from this again.”

Before you can say anything else, his lips crash against yours. Hard. Desperate.

The kiss is everything you’ve been avoiding — everything you’ve been denying. His hands are rough, tugging you closer, and for the first time in a long time, you don’t want to run anymore.

The tension between you explodes in a rush of need. His mouth is everywhere, and when his hands push your shirt up, you don’t stop him.

Not this time.

He kisses you like he’s been waiting for this moment, like he’s been aching for it.

When he finally pulls away, breathless and ragged, he looks at you, eyes dark with desire.

“You don’t get to walk away from me again,” he says, voice a low growl. “You hear me?”

You nod, heart racing. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And for the first time in a long time, you believe it.

The silence that follows is thick, heavy with the weight of everything unsaid. Harry’s gaze is steady on yours, his eyes dark, but there’s an unfamiliar tenderness in them now, softening the usual fire. He’s waiting, just like you, for the moment when all the anger and confusion will finally slip away, and only the raw, desperate need remains.

His hands move to your waist, fingertips brushing the fabric of your clothes. Slowly, deliberately, he undoes the buttons of your shirt, his breath catching as he exposes the skin beneath. There’s no rush, no frantic need to hurry — just a steady, simmering intensity as he takes his time, as if savoring every inch of you. His lips ghost over your skin, barely touching but sending shivers through your body, making your breath hitch.

When your shirt falls to the floor, Harry leans in closer, his lips trailing a path up your neck, biting down on the soft skin just below your ear. The sensation sends a spark of heat straight to your core, and you can’t help but gasp, fingers curling into the sheets as you tug him closer.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he breathes against your skin, his voice rough with the hunger he’s been hiding. “I’ve wanted you... all this time.”

The confession stirs something deep inside of you, the lingering ache of longing and regret mixing with the heat of the moment. You don’t know why it took so long for you to admit it to each other, but now, in this space, it feels like the only thing that matters.

Your hands find their way to his shirt, pushing it up over his head. The moment his bare skin is exposed, you can feel the tension in his muscles, the way his body responds to yours, both of you finally giving in to the desire that’s been building for so long.

He groans softly when you press your chest against his, the feeling of your bodies so close, so desperate, making everything feel like it’s spiraling. Your breath hitches as you feel the hard length of him against your thigh, and you can see the way his eyes darken at the contact, the way his grip tightens on your hips as he pulls you closer, his lips crashing into yours in a kiss that is anything but gentle.

The kiss is bruising, urgent, like you both need to feel something, anything to break through the walls you’ve built. His hands are all over you now, roaming, exploring the curves of your body like he’s trying to make up for lost time. The way he touches you — with need, with longing, with a hint of desperation — leaves you breathless, overwhelmed, caught between the desire for more and the fear of what it might mean.

“Are you sure?” His voice is low, almost a growl, his lips just barely grazing yours. “Because once we do this, there’s no going back.”

You feel the weight of his words, but it only sharpens the craving that’s been building inside of you, that deep ache for him you couldn’t shake no matter how hard you tried.

“Yes,” you whisper, your hand finding its way to the buckle of his jeans. “I’m sure.”

With that, Harry finally gives in, his lips crashing to yours again as he unzips his jeans, kicking them off in a hasty motion. You can feel the hardness of him as his hands slip down to your hips, lifting you easily, guiding you to where you both need to be.

The moment he enters you, a soft gasp escapes your lips, and Harry groans low in his throat, his body shuddering from the intensity of it. His hands hold you firmly, but the way his eyes search yours — like he’s looking for something, something deeper than just physical release — makes your chest tighten.

He moves slowly at first, testing the waters, his rhythm steady and careful. But the deeper you fall into each other, the faster it becomes, the harder, until the tension between you is unbearable, and all you can do is hold onto each other, gasping for breath with every push and pull. Each movement is rough, a little desperate, as though you’re both trying to forget the hurt of the past, the silence, the walls that had kept you apart for so long.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Harry murmurs against your ear, his hands digging into your skin, pulling you closer, urging you to meet him with every thrust.

You cling to him, your nails scraping down his back as the pleasure builds, the connection between you both now undeniable. Every inch of him feels like a contradiction — too gentle and too rough all at once, both apologizing and demanding.

“I’ve missed this,” you confess, the words slipping from your mouth as your breath becomes ragged, your body tensing, every muscle screaming for release.

His pace falters for just a second, his grip tightening, his lips pressing against your neck. “I’ve missed you. All of you,” he says, and there’s something so raw, so vulnerable in his voice that it makes everything feel even more intense. You can feel the desperation in his movements, the raw need, as he finally lets go of everything — the guilt, the frustration, the fear.

And when you both finally reach the edge, the release is nothing short of explosive, your bodies shaking, your names falling from each other's lips like a final confession. Harry collapses on top of you, breathless, both of you trying to steady your racing hearts.

You lie there for a while, tangled up in each other, neither of you willing to move just yet. It’s not about the sex anymore. It’s about what’s been said without words, the connection that was always there, buried under layers of hurt, now finally laid bare.

“I’m sorry,” Harry whispers, his voice soft against your ear. “For everything.”

[clarkeybabey]

hanging up on them without saying "i love you"

Arthur Television

He calls back IMMEDIATELY bless him

you hear what sounds to be him running and based on the echo probably up a stairwell out of breath

"what the... are you okay?" there's a pause and he seems to have stopped sprinting

"'m fine, open your door." "what."

you stand perplexed in your kitchen for a moment until there's knocking on your door.

when you open it he is standing outside, his hair windswept with chocolate and your favorite drink

"What is this for?" "i just love you," he shrugs, pulling you into a hug, kissing the crown of your head

Arthur Hill

He's in soundcheck so he can't call back at that second

but he sends a text instead:

"ubereats'ed a coffee for you, baby💓"

you didn't understand why, but now your cheeks hurt from smiling.

"thank you, see ya tonight. I love you<3"

ChrisMD

calls back like 5 minutes later, and literally steps out of a meeting w/ his producers

"i said i love you, you gimp." "WOAH, is that really called for"

"just calling it how it is" The smile on his face can literally be heard in his voice, and then all you hear is the click of him hanging up

bro is such a bully wtf

George Clarke

stares at his phone thinking of every remotely terrible thing he's done in his lifetime

he swears there's nothing he can think of.

hes never done the whole relationship thing before so he texts you trying not to freak you out. he doesn't wanna be overbearing

after typing, deleting and retyping the same message a million and one times, he finally sends it: "everything okay?"

"sorry, I hung up with my cheek. i love you!!!"

he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow.

Harry Lewis

doesn't notice at first, as he's filming with the boys

when he has a second to sit down he sees a text from you

as he reads it he thinks back "holy shit, I'm in trouble"

he dials your number so damn fast

you answer and don't get a chance to speak

"baby, what'd I do?" "harry, what?" "you didn't say you loved me"

"Im sorry?" you're confused and he can hear it in your voice

"when you called earlier. you hung up and didn't say it back."

"That was four hours ago????" "doesn't matter. what happened?"

WillNE

he doesn't call back, but jim does!

"mrs. lenney, will's losing the plot, please tell him you love him."

"james, fuck off, mate." you burst out laughing, realizing your mistake but before you can correct it james cut in again.

"you don't even have to mean it," followed by shuffling and shouting.

now will's on the other end of the phone, "oi! of course she does. right, darlin'?" the uncertainty in his voice makes you laugh again

you decide to toy with him just a bit and skip over his question completely, "James, how are you?"

"both of ya can fuck off actually."

[whore4wroetoshaw]

pillowtalk (w2s x reader)

warnings: smut smut smut

the video.

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

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

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

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

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

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

but harry?

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

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

the car ride.

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

but it was so quiet.

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

but you could feel him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

after you reached home.

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

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

you opened your mouth to say something—

but he was on you.

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

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

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

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

you swallowed, chest rising and falling fast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[landonorrisscar]

Confessions ~ Harry Lewis

summary: A video of you and Harry at Vikk’s wedding went viral and the rest of the boys are questioning you guys about it.

word count: 1k +

this is my first fic, so please be nice! 😊🫶

You and harry were sat across from each other getting questioned by the other sidemen about the rumors going around about you two fancying each other.

This came after a video of drunk harry and you dancing at vikks wedding went viral on TikTok.

The sidemen had decided to make a video about the rumours and to find out more about what had exactly happened, the infamous night 2 months ago. You and Harry hadn’t properly seen you since as you have been avoiding him trying to hide your feelings.

“Honestly guys, it's not that deep.” you thought trying to get this over and done with as soon as possible seen as though you don’t exactly want your personal life to be exposed on the internet.

JJ chuckled as he looked at the others who were trying to control their grins, he looked back at you, still amused as he questioned you, "not that deep, huh? The entire internet went crazy when that video came out".

Simon nodded in agreement while tobi, vikk and josh tried to control their laughter.

“Yeah so? It's the internet they don't know anything” you explain as there insistent questions were starting to annoy you, along with Harry’s silence.

Ethan looked confused, "but you were drunk and dancing with Harry all night and Faith swore that you too snuck off early". As he finished his sentence, Simon started laughing as tobi and josh snickered and vikk shook his head.

“Harry always gets like that when he's drunk”, thinking back to the countless times Harry held your hand when drunk and completely forgot by the morning, always leaving you with a twang of disappointment.

At that simon started laughing more, "so does he call you baby whilst drunk too? How about kissing you?".

With a shocked expression on your face you shyly say “he was just being friendly” not realising that they had seen that. You remember the day after when Harry apologised and said that it didn’t mean anything.

You had learnt not to get too hopeful when things like that happened. After the a thousandth time Harry explained to you that you guys were just friends and that he never meant to kiss you. You have had a crush on Harry for years and after countless hints he’s never made a move whilst sober.

JJ couldn't hold his laughter anymore and started cackling, "being friendly, i didn't think friends hold hands, hug and kiss eachother".

Vikk nodded as an agreement but he too was smiling and tobi started laughing quietly.

“Well you and Simon do it all the time” you replied sarcastically waiting to see the look on his face.

JJ's smile faltered as he glared at you, "we do it for the jokes, you two were looking at each other lovingly”.

“Harry, you wanna back me up on this or what?” you try to bring him into the conversation as he was just sitting there silently with a guilty look on his face.

JJ rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone, before putting on the video of you and harry. It showed a drunk harry twirling you around, kissing your cheek and laughing together

Harry was silent as he looked at the video, he remembered what he had done at vikk's wedding and blushed as he remembered how you felt in his arms

JJ smiled at the silent glances you guys shared with each other, "so just friends do all this stuff?" Harry stayed silent, trying his best to keep his cool but it was obvious he had feelings for you by the blush on his face.

Fed up, you explain “Well Harry hasn't told me how he feels so how should I know” , god this video wasn’t going anywhere if you had a say in it. You don’t want to make a fool out of yourself even more than you already have.

Josh shook his head, "how come neither of you admit your feelings for eachother? This has happened countless times and you guys have never done anything about it". You froze at this question as your heart started beating faster, knowing that you could admit your feelings and hopefully change the ordinary outcome for once.

“Harry??” you look up at him shyly through your eyelashes, not wanting to be the first person to say anything.

Harry froze as he heard josh's question, a little embarrassed as he looked and you and began to say "what if you don't feel the same? Or what if you don't see me in the same light?”

You silently nod at him which lets him know that you feel the same, wishing him to continue.

Harry looked at you and spoke, "Y/ N, i have liked you since the first time we met, please tell me you like me too” he exclaimed with a wishful look on his face.

“Harry, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that!” you excitedly say, going over to him to hug him. As he heard this, he grinned and blushed shyly at you, when he saw you stand up to go over to him he opens his arms welcoming you into his space.

The rest of the sidemen smiled at a shy Harry. JJ spoke excitedly, "finally! There is no drama anymore! We have proof of yous likin each other back" he says as the rest of the sidemen smile at each other and cheer.

You had forgot that they were there for a moment as you got lost in Harry’s warm embrace. As you pull apart, you quietly whisper up to him “what happens now?”.

Harry looked down at you smiling before he spoke softly, "im gonna kiss you, like i should have done years ago"

Harry slowly moved closer to you, a small smile forming as a hand reached out to cup your cheek. Your stomach filled up with butterflies as he gazed into your eyes before he gently pressed his lips to yours.

Your body tenses up in shock as his lips finally meet yours. His touch is soft and gentle, as though he is afraid that you might break, your lips move against his. His other hand moves to the back of your neck to pull you closer, deepening the kiss.

You can feel his heart beating fast against yours as the two of you continue exchanging passionate kisses, deepening them with every moment that passes.

JJ explains to the camera, “and that ladies and gentlemen is how you make your two friends stop being idiots around each other.”

Harry and you just laugh at each other, at this statement. You then turn to the sidemen and say “thank you boys” smiling at them with a grateful look in your eyes.

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harry lewis x fem!reader

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george clarke x fem!reader, chris dixon x fem!reader, arthur frederick x fem!reader, harry lewis x fem!reader

george clarke - cowgirl. there’s a control thing there—he enjoys letting you take the lead, likes watching you lose yourself in it. he’s definitely a hands-on type, even when you’re on top—gripping your hips, guiding your pace when he wants to. he’s cheeky with it too 100%, probably makes a comment or two that makes you flustered, but underneath it he’s completely locked in.

chris dixon - doggy. there’s something about the control, the rhythm, the view—chris can be quiet at some points but he’s deliberate, and it shows. he’s the type to keep one hand on your lower back, the other wrapped firmly around your hip, moving you exactly how he wants. not rushed, not overly rough, but definitely firm. there’s something intense about the way he’d watch you from behind, completely in his own world with you.

arthur frederick - missionary suits him soooo perfectly. he gives off passionate, slow burn energy—the person who needs to be close, needs to feel it. he'd whisper things under his breath, brush his nose against yours, maybe even lace his fingers with yours. not just in a soft way but like he wants to memorize every second of it. eye contact is big for him—he loves seeing what he does to you.

harry lewis - prone bone. he likes the power that comes with it, the way you’re completely his in that position. it’s all control, all intensity. his hand would be at the base of your neck or gripping your waist, pulling you back to him over and over. he's got that reckless energy that makes it feel a little dangerous, but in the best way. he's not subtle—he wants to hear you fall apart under him.

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harry lewis x fem reader

summary: harry offers to help get over your heartbreak.

warning: mature content (18+ only)

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Harry hadn’t really been someone you paid much attention to; he was just there. A friend of a friend really, you couldn’t think of a singular conversation you had with him that was more than two words.

But tonight, something was different. Maybe it was the drinks; maybe it was the mess your ex left you in; maybe it was how Harry’s been looking at you all night like he’s seeing you properly for the first time.

You were one too many drinks deep, tucked into a booth away from the others as you drowned in your pities alone. That was until Harry slipped in next you not saying a word, just watching the group dance wildly. His thigh pressed against yours, his hand rests casually on your knee like it had been there many times before as fingers tapped against your skin in a rhythm that drove you crazy.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, "You know," he murmured, his voice low and rough from drinking and shouting over music all night, "I could help you forget about him."

You whipped your head around to look at him, half-laughing, half-shocked, “Yeah?" your response came out like a breath, the word slipping out before you can second guess yourself.

The grin on his face made your stomach flip, "Yeah."

His hand slid higher on your thigh, a slow and deliberate as if he was testing the water. Your breath hitched, as your eyes flickered to where his hand was and back up to his blown pupils. He was so close that you could smell the whiskey on him making your head spin.

"You don’t deserve to sit here feeling like shit because of some idiot," he said, words slurred just enough to be dangerous, "Let me fix it."

Your mind was a blur of Harry's blue eyes, the feeling of his hand on your bare skin, the heavy pulse of the music thudding through your chest. You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly you were kissing him desperately, like you need him to breathe.

He groaned against your mouth, deep and guttural, gripping your waist and pulling you into his lap. You gasp when his teeth graze your bottom lip, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue slid against yours in a way that made your whole body shudder.

Around you, the bar keeps buzzing with blurred laughter, clinking glasses but none of it registers. All you could focus on was Harry and the way his hands travelled over your skin like they belonged there.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, tugging you even closer, "You’re driving me mad."

Before your mind could catch up you were being guided out of the booth, Harry’s hand in yours pulling you towards the dark hallway near the bathrooms. He spun you around pushing you against the wall the second you’re out of sight, and his hands were everywhere - your waist, your hips, under your shirt.

"You sure?" he rasped, his forehead pressed to yours, breathing just as ragged you.

"Yes," you whispered, not a second of hesitation. "God, yes."

And after that there was no more talking. Just heat, and hands, and mouths. Harry’s kissing you like he was starving, like he needed you to survive. His hands at the edge of your shirt, dragging it up slightly, and honestly? you didn’t care if anyone saw, you just need him, now.

Every movement was messy and reckless, but it was exactly what you need.

And the second Harry mutters, "Forget about him. Just me. Just us," against your skin, you let yourself believe it.

For tonight anyway.

Harry’s mouth is everywhere possible, your neck, your collarbone, the curve of your jaw. Desperate kisses being pressed to your burning skin like he can’t get enough of you.

Your back hits the wall with a soft thud as he pressed himself into you fully, his body hot and solid against yours. One of his hands slipped up your side and under your shirt, his thumb grazing the underside of your bra. You gasp into his mouth, fingers knotting into his shirt, tugging him impossibly closer.

"You feel so good," Harry gasped, his voice rough and needy. His hands were shameless, sliding under the hem of your jeans, thumbs tracing circles over your hips. You shiver, hips tilting toward him instinctively, needing something, needing him.

He groans low in his throat, feeling you grind against him, "Fuck, y/n," he muttered, forehead falling to rest against yours again. His hips rock into you sending heat sparking through your veins.

"You sure you wanna do this here?" he asked, trailing kisses down your neck, sucking a mark just above your collarbone that made your knees buckle.

You nodded frantically, tugging at his shirt, "Please," you begged, breathless, needy, "I need you."

The way the words tumbled from your mouth made something snap in him. His hand slipped down the front of your jeans without hesitation, fingers finding you through your underwear, making you whimper into his mouth.

"Shit," Harry hissed, feeling how wet you were, "All this for me?"

You whimpered something that might be his name as his fingers teased you slowly through the thin fabric in maddening strokes that made your head fall back against the wall.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

His free hand slips up under your shirt, finally unclasping your bra with a clumsy flick, and his mouth was on you again pressing hot open-mouthed kisses across your chest as his fingers dipped beneath your underwear.

The moan that slipped passed your lips as he touched you for the first time was helpless, coming out louder than you had planned but your brain was too scrambled for you to think straight. Harry lips met yours in a hard kiss muffling your needy sounds, his tongue sliding against yours in the kisses that turned into all teeth and desperation.

"You're gonna be the fucking death of me," he growled against your mouth, two fingers sliding inside you and curling just right making your hips jerk against his hand.

You were barely hanging on, clutching at his shoulders, his hair, whatever you could hold on to as his fingers worked in and out of you expertly bringing you toward the edge. His thumb brushed your clit in devastatingly slow circles, and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

"Come for me," Harry muttered, voice dark and completely wrecked, his mouth on your ear. "Wanna feel you lose it."

It only took a few more thrust of his finger before you were falling apart them, muffling your cry against his mouth, your body shuddering through the waves of pleasure.

Harry kept you pinned to the wall through it, kissing you like he never wants to stop, like you're the only thing in the world.

When you finally pull away catching your breath, chest heaving against his, you realize he’s still rock hard - pressed against your hip, his breathing ragged against your bare shoulder. Every nerve in your body still buzzing, but the sight of him desperate, trembling slightly, and needing you lit a whole new fire under your skin.

You smirked, feeling bolder now, tipsy on adrenaline and the way Harry’s still clinging to you like he might fall apart without your touch.

"Your turn?" you whispered, your voice breathy as you brushed your hand lightly over the thick length of him straining against his jeans.

He groaned, a sound so low and broken that it vibrates through your chest, and before you can tease him further, he grabs your wrist - firm but careful - and guides your hand properly into his jeans, pushing past the waistband of his boxers.

"Be a good girl and help me out then," he murmured, pressing his forehead hard against yours, like he’s barely holding it together.

You slid your hand around him, feeling him just how big and hot he was against your palm, and Harry cursed under his breath, hips jolting up into your hand instinctively. His fingers dug into your waist like he needed the grounding, the control, but you felt it slipping from him.

"Fuck, just like that," he moaned, eyes squeezing shut as you start to move your hand slowly, teasingly, dragging your thumb across his tip to smear the precum leaking there.

His pants in your ear, muttering half-formed curses and your name like it’s the only word he knows. Every sharp breath he takes, every broken sound he makes, fueling you, makinh you stroke him harder, faster, feeling him twitch helplessly in your hand.

"Y/n…" he groaned, low and ragged, "Gonna lose it if you keep lookin’ at me like that."

You bit your lip, watching him, his cheeks flushed and jaw tight as his chest heaved against yours, completely under your control. He pressed you harder into the wall, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as you kept working him with your hand.

"You close?" you whispered, biting back a smile as you squeezed him a little tighter, flicking your wrist just right.

He shuddered violently against you, "Fuck, yeah. Shit. y/n."

And then he came undone in your hand, hips jerking against you in tiny, desperate thrusts as he spills over your fingers, gasping your name like a prayer into your neck. You guide him through it, a slow pace and tender words leaving your lips, until he was trembling against you, totally fucked.

He leaned his whole weight against you for a second, breathing hard, forehead still pressed to your shoulder. His hands find your hips again his thumb absent-mindedly drawing shapes into your skin.

"You're trouble," he muttered against your skin with a small laugh. There was no bite behind it, just something warm, almost disbelieving.

You laughed softly, slightly dizzy with the power of it all, with him.

You were both wrecked.

Still pressed against the wall, hearts thundering, limbs tangled, breathing each other in like oxygen. Harry’s forehead resting against yours, and for a long second, neither of you moved.

The distant thrum of the bar seeped back into focus - the music, the laughter, the clatter of glasses. You blinked up at him, dazed, and Harry gives you a crooked smile.

His fingers brushed your cheek, gentler now, tracing the curve of your jaw like he couldn’t quite believe you were real, "You alright?"

You gave a small nod, still too breathless to speak, and Harry leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. It was different now, it wasn’t frantic or not desperate. It was warm and steady, his thumb stroking your cheek like he was trying to calm you down, ground you.

"Come on," he murmured after a moment, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, "Let’s get out of here, yeah?"

You barely managed a nod before he laces his fingers with yours and tugging you toward the exit. You catch a glimpse of your friends across the bar - no one’s noticed you’re gone, too deep in their own drunken chaos.

The cool night air hit you like a slap, but Harry's hand tightened around yours, keeping you steady. He pulled out his phone with the other, ordering an Uber with fumbling fingers while you both giggled like teenagers sneaking out past curfew.

Minutes later, you were bundled into the backseat of an Uber, crammed close together, the space crackling with something electric and new. Harry slouched low, spreading his legs wide, and pulling you into his side without a second thought.

You dropped your head to his shoulder, suddenly so tired that your eyelids felt heavy. His arm loops around you, hand resting low on your hip, fingers idly tracing patterns against your side.

"You’re so pretty," he mumbled into your hair, his breath warm against your temple, "Dunno why he ever let you go."

Your throat tightened unexpectedly. You turn your face into his neck, inhaling the scent of him and squeezed your eyes shut.

"He's an idiot," Harry said firmly, voice thick with sleep but something else, "You deserve better."

You shifted slightly, looking up at him, and he met your gaze, his eyes bright even in the dim cab light.

"Like you?" you whispered, half-teasing, half-terrified.

He chuckled, "Yeah," he replied, no hesitation, "Like me."

You stared at each other for maybe a beat too long, and then Harry lent down, kissing you again slowly, sweetly and a little clumsy.

By the time the cab pulled up outside his building, you were half asleep on his chest, and he was rubbing circles into your back, murmuring nonsense under his breath.

Harry paid the driver, pulling you into his side again, and lead you upstairs.

And when he pulled you into his bed, curling himself around you like you’re something precious that needed to be protected, you realized that you weren’t thinking about your ex at all anymore.

Only Harry and he held you like he already knows he’s never letting go.

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rude boy - wroetoshaw

summary: drunk harry is horrifically rude to everyone except for you - 900 words

everyone always talks about harry being a nasty drunk so i thought this was appropriate lol

hope y'all don't hate it!

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Harry Lewis was a nice guy. He might be a bit awkward sometimes, and he tended to throw sarcastic comments around, but in his heart he was a good person. There did happen to be a slight exception to your boyfriend's kind heart, and it always seemed to be brought out under the influence of alcohol. Drunk Harry could be very mean, and you had seen it in action. 

Several years ago, the two of you had joined your friends on a ski trip. You were a few days late because Harry had some Sidemen business to attend to, but you made it nevertheless. Harry, deciding he had reason to celebrate, got incredibly wasted that night. You could only watch on in horror as he looked Chris’s poor girlfriend in the eyes and told her that no one would notice if she died. Obviously you jumped in, apologized profusely, and asked Will to help you remove Harry from the scene of the crime and get him up to bed. 

Every time Harry found himself under the influence of alcohol, it was always the same exact order of events. He would get drunk, he would say something shockingly rude, and then you would apologize for him until he could sober up and do it himself.  

Harry was less of a partier these days, and it had been a while since you had to apologize for him, but everyone still laughed about the memories of your horrible drunk boyfriend. 

Today, the two of you were at a Sidemen event. It was a little bit more lowkey, and definitely more exclusive than a big party, but the drinks were flowing and the music was bumping. Everyone else was stood around mingling, while you found yourself on the couch in the corner of the room. You were tucked into Harry’s side with a drink in your hand, feeling a little buzzed. Harry had one arm slung lazily over your shoulder, and the way that his eyes were slightly lidded told you that he was also feeling the liquor. Faith made her way over and joined you on the couch, excitedly suggesting that you join her and Sabina for lunch next week. Ethan trailed slowly behind her, wrapped up in a conversation with Freezy. By the time they made it over to the three of you, it took Ethan exactly three seconds to notice that Harry was tipsy. 

His eyes widened and he laughed, grabbing Faith’s arm, “Oh my God, babe, if Harry is as drunk as I think he is, I need you to get away from him right now.”

It was hard to understand Ethan through his booming laugh and the alcohol clouding your mind, but Harry’s response told you exactly what Ethan was talking about.

“I’m not drunk, you fat bastard,” he argued back, letting his hand drop from your shoulder to your waist as he pulled you closer to him. 

Faith looked as confused as ever, head swiveling between Ethan and Harry as they laughed with each other, “What are you on about?”

You jumped in to explain to your friend as the boys continued to trade insults, “In the past, Harry has had a tendency to be horribly rude while drinking. I can’t believe you haven't heard any stories.”

Faith’s response was cut short by your boyfriend shouting at her husband, “No one loves you, mate!”

Your eyes snapped up towards his and you slapped your hand over his mouth before he said anything else, “Harry!”

You turn your gaze to Ethan, who is red in the face from laughing so hard, “You know he doesn’t mean that.”

Faith is also laughing at this point, “Well that seemed a bit uncalled for,” she breathed out.

You turned back to Harry, who was laughing sheepishly, and sighed, “See what I mean?”

Ethan piped up, “Hold on a minute, (Y/N) you’ve been around drunk Harry so much, how has he not said anything to make you break up with him?”

“Harry is never mean to me while drinking. He might actually be nicer to me than normal,” you replied, causing Ethan to scrunch up his face. 

Harry gripped your hip tighter and pulled you into his lap, “Unfortunately for the rest of you, (Y/N) is perfect. I couldn't say something mean about her if I tried.” You turned your eyes toward his, and he met your gaze with a soft smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead. In classic Harry fashion, it took him about 30 seconds to ruin the moment. “Actually I thought of something. She takes all the fucking covers when we sleep. Ruins my evening sometimes.”

This sends Ethan into another fit of raucous laughter. You rolled your eyes at Harry, “You’re so annoying.”

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Later that evening, the two of you were back at home getting ready for bed. Your boyfriend was already in your shared bed, leaned back against the headboard and waiting for you to join him. You finished up the last step of your nighttime routine before sliding into bed next to him. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his chest.

“Not giving you any opportunity to steal the covers tonight, you’re staying right here,” he mumbled into your ear.

“Go to sleep, you absolute dork,” you muttered back, before drifting off in the comfort of his arms.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ - the next morning

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Hey

I have a request for you about Harry Lewis :)

I‘d really like to read something with the “best friends brother” trope :) As in the reader is Rosie‘s friend (or if you don’t feel comfortable with this then maybe just make a sibling or even like a cousin or something up haha) and the reader and Harry have a secret relationship going on. This could honestly include a bit of everything haha. Smut would be really great but also a little angsty and fluffy :)

A/N: omfg yes i love this. ngl i struggled a bit w making a like timeline, but I think it turned out okay. Also, thanks for the request! I love writing them!!

Don’t Let Her Find Out

Pairing: Harry Lewis x Reader Trope: Best Friend's Brother Warnings: Secret romance, emotional tension, forbidden love, soft dom!Harry, smut, fluff, slow-burn payoff, confession, best friend conflict Summary: You’ve been hiding a six-month secret from your best friend Rosie: you’re in a relationship with her older brother, Harry Lewis. What started as a heated New Year’s kiss turned into a full-blown secret romance filled with stolen moments, guilt-laced touches, and quiet declarations behind closed doors. As the emotional weight of the lie builds, so does your fear of losing both of them. When Rosie discovers the truth, everything shatters. But through the fallout comes honesty, heartbreak, and a chance at something real—with a love that was never meant to be a secret. Word Count: 1600

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You’re not proud of the fact that you lie to your best friend daily.

But it’s not like you planned on sleeping with Rosie’s brother.

Not at first.

Harry was just supposed to be Harry—annoying, chaotic, the boy who used to dunk your head in the pool when you were thirteen and laugh when you screamed. You weren’t meant to notice the way his voice deepened. Or how he filled out his shirts. Or the way he looked at you across the dinner table like he knew things he shouldn’t.

It started with one kiss.

New Year’s Eve. Rosie had passed out before midnight, and you were alone in the kitchen, tipsy off champagne and adrenaline. He leaned against the counter and smirked.

“Still can’t believe you never got with anyone in school. You were always hot—like in a terrifying way.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I mean it.”

Then came the silence. The weight. His fingers brushed yours when you passed him the bottle opener, and suddenly you weren’t breathing right.

“Are you gonna kiss me, or just keep staring at my mouth?”

You didn’t answer. But you kissed him.

And the rest… well, the rest is a secret you’ve been keeping for six months.

It’s hard. Not the sneaking around—not really. You’re good at slipping out of rooms, at pretending the hoodie you’re wearing isn’t his, at lying through your teeth when Rosie asks if you’re texting someone new.

What’s hard is the guilt.

She’s your best friend. Has been since you were fourteen. You’ve held her hair back while she cried over boys and stayed up whispering about dreams and fears and futures that never included this.

Never included Harry pressing you against the wall in her parents’ hallway. Or him fucking you in the downstairs bathroom while she watched Netflix two rooms away. Never included whispered promises, quiet moans, shared bedsheets you stripped before she woke up.

You hate yourself a little more each time.

But you love the way he touches you.

And maybe that’s worse.

It’s late when it happens—the beginning of the end.

Rosie invited you to stay over after a girls’ night. You claimed a headache early, begged off the bar. She left with the group in a dress that barely covered her thighs and a smile that made you ache with affection and shame.

Harry texted ten minutes later.

You still at the house?

You didn’t answer. But when he knocked on her window and whispered your name, you didn’t say no.

Now you’re in his bed, chest rising and falling as he looks at you like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted. His hands are already under your shirt, and his mouth is on your neck, warm and wet and claiming.

“I missed you,” he breathes, voice rough against your throat. “Missed this.”

“Harry…”

“I know,” he whispers, pulling your top over your head and tossing it somewhere you’ll forget. “Tell me you want me.”

You hesitate.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he continues. “Even when I try. I dream about you. Wake up hard and aching and wishing you were in my bed.”

He unclasps your bra, slow, reverent, and your breath stutters.

His mouth finds your nipple, tongue soft at first, then firmer as he sucks gently. Your fingers tangle in his hair, and you bite your lip to stop the sounds clawing up your throat.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, kissing lower, over your stomach, fingers teasing at your waistband. “Nervous?”

“No.” Your voice is barely there. “Just... I don’t want to stop.”

“Then don’t.”

He slides your bottoms off, underwear dragged with them. You’re bare beneath him, thighs parted, heat pooling between your legs. He kneels between them, eyes dark, lips parted as he looks at you like art.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” he whispers. Then he lowers his head.

His tongue licks a long, slow stripe up your center, and you gasp.

He licks again, more deliberately now, and your hips jerk. His hands hold you steady, thumbs pressing into your thighs, as he begins to eat you like he’s starving.

“Fuck, Harry—” you pant, fingers in his hair. “Please—”

He groans against you, the vibration making your toes curl. His tongue circles your clit, then flicks, then sucks, and you’re gone. Every nerve in your body is singing, and all you can do is cry out his name like a prayer.

“I need—” You can’t finish the sentence.

He does it for you.

“You need me to fuck you,” he growls, already pulling off his shirt. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

He pushes into you slowly, thick and hot, stretching you until your back arches and your eyes roll. You feel full, completely consumed, and when he bottoms out, you gasp.

“Look at me,” he commands, cupping your jaw. “Want to see your face.”

You do. And the look in his eyes nearly breaks you.

He fucks you slow, deep, each thrust dragging moans from your throat. It’s not fast. It’s not rough. It’s intimate. Desperate. Like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you.

You come first, clenching around him with a cry that sounds suspiciously like I love you. He kisses you through it, groaning as you squeeze him, and then he follows—grinding deep, cursing under his breath as he spills inside you.

You stay there, trembling, his weight on you comforting and heavy.

Then—your phone buzzes on the floor.

Rosie.

“Forgot my wallet, heading back. Be there in 10 x”

Your blood runs cold.

You scramble out of bed, heart racing.

“Shit. Shit, I have to go.”

Harry grabs your hand. “Just stay. We’ll tell her.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m serious. I’m not hiding anymore, Y/N. I care about you. I’m not doing this in the dark.”

You stare at him, mouth dry. “She’ll hate me.”

“No,” he says firmly. “She’ll be mad. But she’ll get over it. Because you’re not just some fuck to me.”

Your heart cracks wide open.

But you leave anyway.

You sneak back into Rosie’s spare room minutes before the front door opens. She doesn’t notice. You cry yourself to sleep.

It happens two days later. 

You think you’ve gotten away with it.

You left his room before she got home. You crept through the hallway in socks and silence. You even changed into the pajamas you’d “fallen asleep in” hours ago.

It’s nearly noon the next day when it unravels.

You’re curled up on Rosie’s sofa, pretending to scroll Instagram, when she walks in with her arms crossed. Her eyes are sharp. Calm—too calm.

“You forget something last night?”

You blink. “What?”

She tosses something onto the coffee table.

Your necklace.

The one you never take off.

The one that must have come off in Harry’s bed.

Your stomach sinks. “I—I must’ve dropped it in the bathroom.”

Her smile is tight. “Right. Except I found it in Harry’s room this morning.”

Silence.

“I saw the sheets, Y/N. They were still warm. And he was gone.”

You try to speak, but your mouth is dry.

“How long?”

You open your mouth. Close it. Open it again. “New Year’s.”

She laughs—sharp, humorless. “Six months? You’ve been lying to me for six months?!”

“Rosie—”

“Every time I told you about someone I was dating—every time I told you Harry was annoying or gross—you just sat there, like you weren’t fucking him behind my back.”

Tears burn behind your eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Then what was it, Y/N? A game? A thrill?”

“No!” Your voice cracks. “It wasn’t a game. I didn’t plan for it to happen. It just—it started, and we couldn’t stop.”

“Jesus.” She backs away like you’re something rotten. “Was there ever going to be a point where you told me?”

You hesitate. That’s the problem. You don’t know.

“I wanted to,” you whisper.

“But you didn’t.” Her jaw clenches. “You made me look like an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot—”

“Don’t.” Her voice breaks, and it’s the worst part—worse than the betrayal, worse than the silence. “You were my best friend. You were supposed to be the one person who wouldn’t lie to me.”

“I’m sorry.” It’s all you can say. You mean it. It still feels useless.

She exhales hard and turns away.

“I don’t want to see you right now.”

It’s days before you hear from either of them.

Then Harry shows up outside your flat, hair messy, eyes hopeful.

“I told her everything,” he says. “She’ll come around.”

You shake your head. “What if she doesn’t?”

He steps forward, cups your face in both hands.

“Then we’ll give her time. But I’m not losing you.”

Tears burn. “Why me?”

He kisses your forehead.

“Because you see through the bullshit. Because you make me feel like I can be more than the loud one. Because when I look at you, I see home.”

You crumble into him, and he holds you like he means it.

A week later, Rosie texts.

I still hate it. But I miss you. Come over—he’s not here.

And you cry. And then you go.

Because you’re building something honest now. Messy, but real.

And the next time Harry wraps his arms around you, you don’t pull away.

You lean in.

You stay.

[fawnme1]

FOR YOU, I WILL || HARRY LEWIS

summary; harry always said weddings are a nightmare. overrated, dramatic, unnecessary. and yet, one night, in the quietest way possible, he asks you the biggest question of all.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

You’d heard it a thousand times.

“There’s nothing worse than a wedding,” Harry would say, half-laughing, half-serious. “Like, genuinely. The planning, the drama, the guests you don’t even like — what’s the point?”

It never bothered you. Not really. You never dated him with a ring in mind. You didn’t need white dresses or vows to know you loved each other. You had lazy mornings tangled in sheets, long drives with no destination, his hoodies in your closet and your toothbrush in his bathroom.

It was enough. More than enough.

But that didn’t stop people from asking. His mum, his mates, random interviewers. “So, when’s the wedding?”

Harry would always scoff. “Ask someone who hasn’t sworn off the idea entirely.”

You’d just smile and change the subject, pretending you didn’t notice the way his hand tensed slightly in yours every time.

Tonight feels like any other night. Rain taps lightly at the windows. A film you’re both only half-watching flickers across the screen. Harry’s head is resting against your thigh, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your knee.

“I love this,” you murmur, brushing a hand through his hair.

“Hm?”

“This. Us. Quiet nights. The fact that you’ll let me use you as a personal heater.”

He snorts. “You say that like I don’t get the better end of the deal.”

You smile, letting your hand fall to his jaw. He kisses your palm, casually, as if it’s a reflex by now.

Then he sits up — too quickly, almost like he’s changed his mind and now he’s forcing himself to commit to whatever this is. His eyes are serious. A little nervous.

“What if we did it?” he says suddenly.

You blink. “Did what?”

“The… the thing.” He clears his throat. “The wedding.”

You stare at him.

“What?”

“I know I always said I wouldn’t. And I meant it — for a long time. I just thought, y’know, we didn’t need it. And we don’t. But lately I keep thinking… I want to. If it’s with you.”

You sit up straighter, your heart hammering. “Are you — are you proposing?”

His hands are fidgeting in his lap now, and you can tell this has been sitting on his chest for a whie.

“I didn’t get a ring yet. I was too scared I’d talk myself out of it again. But yeah. I’m asking.”

He looks at you then, properly, blue eyes wide and honest and filled with something that makes your breath catch.

“I still think big weddings are dumb,” he says quietly. “But I think not marrying you would be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.”

You don’t realise you’re crying until he leans forward and wipes your cheek with his thumb.

“So,” he adds, a little softer, “what do you say?”

You throw your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Yes,” you whisper. “God, yes.”

His arms wrap around you like he’s anchoring himself. Like letting go would ruin everything.

“I don’t care if it’s two people or two hundred,” you say. “As long as it’s you.”

He laughs, breathless with relief. “Thank fuck for that. Now I just have to survive the planning.”

“You’ll be fine,” you grin. “I’ll let you skip the flower decisions.”

“Oh, thank god.”

And somewhere between the jokes and the promises and the feel of his arms around you, you realise this is better than any fairytale wedding you ever imagined.

Because it’s real. Because it’s him.

[sdmnpact]

Hello I was wondering if I could do a request for Harry like reader and him on holiday together haveing a nice time and also there friends are there like something based on that vibe

Holiday.

Wroetoshaw x Reader

~~~

You woke up to the sound of your alarm. You reached for your phone and looked at the time. 7 am. You were due to meet up with a few friends soon and you wanted to get up early so you could get ready. You looked over and saw your boyfriend, Harry, still sleeping, even through your blaring alarm.

You laid there for a couple seconds admiring his features. His mouth was slightly open and his hair was especially messy. You brushed a hand on his cheek, oh how you loved this man. You didn't want to wake him up so you carefully got out of bed, slowly removing the blanket you two shared. You made your way towards the bathroom and quickly hopped in the shower.

You, Harry, and a couple of friends decided to go on holiday to a snowy location since you guys loved the snow. It was winter time too so it was really cold, you didn't mind because you enjoyed this type of weather anyways.

You finished your short warm shower and did your morning routine. You were brushing your hair when you heard a loud yawn from the bed. Seconds later you felt a pair of warm arms wrap around you. You turned your head and you were faced with a groggy but adorable Harry.

"Mmph, you're so warm." He said sleepily. "Well looks like you slept well then." You said with a chuckle, turning your body to face him, wrapping your own arms around his waist. "Yes, because I had the most gorgeous human next to me all night." You blushed a bit at the compliment and let him go turning back to the mirror.

"You're so cheesy." You mumbled. He kissed the back of your head. "But you like it." He said as he hopped into the shower. You rolled your eyes playfully and went back to getting ready.

You finished and sat at the bed, checking your phone. You scrolled mindlessly until Harry was finished getting ready. He was wearing some snow pants and a puffy jacket that made him look absolutely precious. You two made your way down to the dining area of the resort you were staying at and met up with the group. The group consisted of Ethan, Faith, George, Chris, Arthur tv, Arthur Hill, Issac, Liv, and Becky.

You met up with the ones who were already down. You all sat at a large table and grabbed some of the breakfast from the buffet. You were sat between Harry and Becky.

"Looks like a great day for snowboarding!" George buzzed while everyone agreed. "It's gonna be great out there." Harry beamed towards you, bringing a smile to your lips. You ate your omelet with mash along with some orange juice chatting with the group. You were excited for the day because you were finally gonna spend some quality time with Harry besides the group activities planned. Harry was working very hard the last couple of months, so there wasn't much time for date nights or day outs, so you were going to cherish this free time together to the fullest.

After breakfast, the lot of you made your way towards the trails on the top of the mountain by chairlift.

"Are you warm enough?" Harry asked grabbing your gloved covered hand rubbing it with his own, trying to warm you up more. "Yes, are you? Your eyelashes are literally frozen!?" You chuckled slowly pulling at his lashes removing the frost that formed on them.

"I'm fine, I just wanna make sure you're comfortable." He said quietly looking at his feet danging in the air. "You're so adorable, but yes I'm fine, thank you for caring so much." You said, feeling your cheeks burning hot at the sentiment.

"Of course, I'll always care alot about you darling." He said turning his face towards you. Along with his frozen lashes, his nose was as red as a tomato and his cheeks almost the same. He was wearing a thermal face mask and a few hairs were peeking out curling upwards. You, on the other hand were just wearing a simple beanie and some cute earmuffs that were certainly doing a good job at keeping your ears warm.

A comfortable silence surrounded you two as the ride up continued, Harry kept warming your hands, not wanting to let you. As you reached the top, you guys hopped off the lifts and went towards the line. There weren't many people, so it wasn't a long wait.

Harry is excellent at snowboarding but you, on the other hand, had your difficulties. He knows you can do it with ease but you weren't as confident in your own abilities.

"You're gonna smash it babe, if you need help, I'm here." He reassured as you were up next. You smiled widely at him, quickly pecking his cold lips. You squeezed his hands to let him know you understood and then you were off. You went down the mountain, steering the board as well as you could. The rush of quickly going down the mountain filling you with excitement and you felt your heart pounding rapidly. The bits of snow flying up, hitting your face lightly as you made your descent. You tried your best maneuvering around rocks or small hills, hoping you didn't look as silly as you thought you did. You finally reached the bottom of the mountain and slowly slid to a stop, almost falling over.

You turned around and watched as Harry made his way down. You felt like he was outshining you on purpose as he slid down effortlessly. You admired that though. You loved watching him do anything, from this to golfing, to even just filming videos. He was your personal entertainment.

He maneuvered around a rock probably showing off at this point. But you realized, if he's showing off, then it's probably for you. You blushed at the idea that he still wanted to impress you after years of dating. Your eyes followed him as he finally reached the bottom point and slid to a stop spraying snow everywhere. You rolled your eyes playfully as he held a cocky grin. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him as he walked over towards you. He did his job well, you were fully impressed and enamored.

"You did amazing baby!" He said excitedly wrapping one arm around your shoulder as you began walking towards the lift again. "Me? You're the pro here! I'm so jealous!" You exclaimed flailing your arm showing your enthusiasm. He stopped in his tracks causing you to almost stumble but he held onto you tightly.

"You did so well! I'm so proud! You really shredded it out there!" He said, reassuring your insecurities. You felt your heart patter again. "Thank you, I'm so happy you believe so much in me." You said getting slightly sappy. "I will always believe in you." He said pecking your cheek. He began walking again but this time you stopped him. You pulled him close and placed your lips on his. You passionately kissed him wrapping your arms around his waist.

"What what that for?" He asked with a goofy smile as you pulled away. "It was an 'I love you so much'" You said beginning to walk away without him towards the lifts. You didn't look back but you heard him chuckle as he hurried to catch up with you.

You, Harry, and a couple of your group members kept snowboarding on the mountain for a while. It was such a good time, it just flew by. You were learning a lot, especially from Harry. He made sure to give you tips, praise, and basically everything in between. You two had so much fun and spent a lot of time cuddling together while waiting in line.

You guys got hungry after this and went to the nearby town that was having some sort of event. It was lit up with beautiful lights and snow sculptures, you were in awe at the sight. You guys walked around for a while trying to find what you wanted to eat. There were a lot of different food options as there were different types of food stalls around. You guys decided on some warm ramen from a nice anime styled food stall. You might have inhaled it because you were hungry and it was delicious or maybe it was delicious because you were hungry. Either way, it was good.

"So glad you didn't choke on it, I wouldn't know how you save you." He joked as you two finished your meal. "I don't choke, you should know that by now." You responded cheekily as you walked up to throw away your bowls. You heard little 'oohs' and 'ahhs' from some people in the group and you just know Harry's face was red without looking.

You walked back and of course, red as a tomato. He doesn't like talking about your sex life in public but he doesn't mind if you do it, he just gets a little embarrassed and you love how red his face turns. You sat next to him. "You're so cute." You gushed grabbing his arm, hugging him tightly. "Yeah yeah." He mumbled, pretending to be annoyed but you know he loves it.

After a nice meal, Harry had arranged for you two to go to a hot spring for a bit to relax. There was going to be a light show later by the snow sculptures so you two wanted to relax a bit before you met up with the group again for the festival.

Hand in hand, you two headed for a little hot spring lodge and walked in. You were greeted by a nice lady who gave you guys bathing suits and towels. You went to take a brisk shower before getting in. "Ready?" Harry asked coming out of the shower next to you before grabbing your hand. He was wearing some swimming trunks without a top. You couldn't help and stare at his topless body, his prominent vline catching your attention.

"You know, you can stare at my body anytime, right?" He said smugly catching you off guard. You blushed grabbing his arm. "Stop" You said playfully as he just let out a breathy laugh guiding you towards the spring. He had rented it out so it would just be the two of you. You were really happy about it because you wanted to spend some intimate alone time with him. Nothing sexual, just time in each other's company.

You both slowly got in. The water burning hot, not too hot where it's melting your skin but still extremely hot. Once you two got used to the heat, you sat down next to other enjoying the relaxing warmth on this cold day. Your hands in his, underneath the water. You sat in comfortable silence for about five minutes just listening to the bubbling noise.

"You know- I just wanna say, you make me extremely happy." He said suddenly. You opened your eyes as you had them shut since the warmth had you in a comfortable state.

"You make me happy too." You responded back turning to look at him. "I know we haven't had much time to spend together lately but I just want you to know that, I love you deeply and I would spend every second of the day with you if I could." He said pulling you on top of him. You floated onto his lap and got comfortable quickly. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I know that. I get that your busy. I don't mind it. I know you're passionate about the things you do, I'm just happy I get to see you live your dream." You said brushing his cheek. He pecked your lips, staring at you and letting out a deep breath. "You're just amazing." He said pulling you closer. "So are you." You said, your forehead against his. You two sat in eachothers arms for quite a while just enjoying being near eachother.

Your body was as wrinkled as a prune once you were done. You didn't want to leave the warmth of the spring or Harry for that matter but it was time to head towards the festival and meet up with the group. You dried off and watched as Harry dried himself with a towel. "You can't stop staring at me, can you?" He said with a chuckle as he noticed you staring again. You blushed and rolled your eyes.

"Well, can you blame me?" You said cheekily pointing at his body. "I mean I'm not that fit." He said with a huff. "What!? Have you seen yourself!? You're literally sculpted like a god!" You exclaimed walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Only you could see me as perfect." He said wrapping his arms around you, kissing your forehead lightly.

After that little moment, you two hurried, putting on your clothes and drying your hair. You made your way back towards the small town where the festival was being held. You were lucky that you guys went on holiday in time for this festival. Once you arrived you saw the spectacle that was the light show. The snow sculptures were lit with lights inside, creating a beautiful effect and there were fairy lights all over the place, creating a nice, warm atmosphere. The sun set quickly and darkness took over, leaving you in an array of vibrant colors illuminating the way.

You eventually found the group and you guys sat around a small campfire. You bundled up with Harry as a few others went off to bring some beers for the group. It was cold, but the roaring fire in front of you guys warmed you up quickly. You guys, sat around chatting about anything and everything. Harry had his arm wrapped around you the entire time, not wanting to let you go, even for a second. You drank your beers, the cold liquid matching the cold temperature nicely. You were becoming slightly tipsy so the night began becoming a blur.

What you do remember fondly is the way Harry kissed you when the fireworks went off towards the end of the night. As you two walked around the path, taking in the large snow sculptures in their entirety, fireworks began setting off, causing you to jump. Harry placed his hand on your lower back, reassuring you. You turned to face him, his face illuminated by the colorful fireworks. "You're so beautiful." He said caressing your cheek. You smiled widely at him as his arm made his way around your waist pulling you closer.

His lips on yours as firework abruptly not only above you but inside you. An immense feeling of happiness overwhelmed you as you continued kissing. Your lips moved against his passionately as your hands found their way towards his golden locks. You heard a picture being snapped and pulled away turning towards the sound. Ethan had taken a picture of you two kissing.

"Such a lovely picture of the beautiful couple! Dont you think, Faith?" He said showing his phone towards his wife.

"Absolutely stunning picture. This is definitely a keeper." She snickered. You rolled your eyes at them feeling the blood rush towards your cheeks. You looked at Harry, as red as you and you two just laughed it off.

There was also a nice moment where you two stumbled upon a snowman making area and you were raving about how yours and Harry's looked way better than anyone elses. Realistically, it was a lopsided mess that looked as if it were in a car accident but it was made with love so you didn't care. Harry had named it 'Ronald' and you, of course took many pictures of your precious child.

The night quickly ended after that and you all retreated to the warm, comfy beds of your rooms. You dressed in warm, comfy pjs and Harry into some pj pants and a random tshirt. You both plopped into bed, putting on a random film. The night ended as sleep took over and you laid there in the arms of the love of your life.

~~~

A/n

Hey guys, sorry for taking such a long break. I've realized that I think I get writers block every other month since this is the second time this happened. If this continues then maybe I'll have to take a month off every other month to refresh. Sorry again for this request taking forever but I finally got ideas again and I will be updating this entire month!

Another thing is, I had decided on a Dubai holiday but after speaking to my coworker who is an actual author (that was so crazy to learn), she said I should make it a cute winter holiday and I loved it. Most of the activities are based off the sims 4 snowy escape expansion because I had no clue what actual activities one does as I've never gone on holiday. The festival of lights and the hot spring was heavily inspired from that so I hope it was alright!

Okay, well thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

[whore4wroetoshaw]

late nights after filming (w2s x reader)

"love, i'm home!" harry's voice echoed through the quiet of your shared flat. at the sound of his voice, you paused the rom-com playing halfheartedly on the television, the glow from the screen casting soft light across the living room. with a small smile, you got up and padded toward the hallway.

he was just kicking off his trainers, hair a hot mess and a face loaded with exhaustion—but the second he saw you, a tired smile broke across his face.

he stepped forward and pulled you into a warm embrace, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your shampoo like it grounded him after a long day.

"theere's my girl," he murmured.

you hummed, your arms winding around his waist, fingers absentmindedly brushing the back of his blue hoodie. "long day, hm?"

"you don't even know. i'm absolutely knackered. filming was absolute shambles." harry let out a dramatic sigh.

"that bad?" you pulled back just enough to look at him.

"swear down," he nodded, expression serious. "i missed you lots. just wanted to go home and sit down with my missus."

"then let's do that, yeah?" you grinned, reaching up to push his hair out of his face.

harry smiled, the kind that made his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. “yeah… sounds bloody perfect, that.”

you led him to the living room, still warm from the soft glow of the television, the corny rom-com still playing in the background. he clocked it immediately.

"watching love actually again?" he smirked, plopping down onto the sofa with a groan.

"mate, you know it's my favourite." you defended, curling up next to him as he pulled you to his side, your limbs entangling.

harry slung an arm around your shoulder, bringing you impossibly close to him as he sunk into the cushions further. “you’ve got so many films to pick from and you go for hugh grant in a turtleneck. again.”

"okay, i'm literally just going to get up and leave," you deadpanned—though the amused glint in your eyes gave you away.

“oh—no, no, don’t leave! i’m sorry,” he said through small bursts of laughter.

you gave him an unimpressed look.

"love, if you get up right now, i'll cry. genuinely. actual tears." he pouted slightly.

you rolled your eyes, trying to mask the wide grin on your face. "you're so dramatic."

"you love me." he nudged you slightly, a teasing smile plastered on his face.

"unfortunately." you reply, your voice muffled due to your face being half-buried into his chest.

after a few minutes of the quiet he’d been aching for all day, harry shifted slightly, then gently lowered his head into your lap, letting out a soft sigh as your thighs cradled him like the safest place in the world.

“reckon i could fall asleep right here.” he mumbled, his eyes half-lidded. "the best place in the world, this. right 'ere."

your heart tugged at that. you brushed your fingers through his messy hair, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "sleep, haz." you leaned down, brushing a soft kiss to his temple.

he hummed, already halfway there. "i'm keeping you forever."

your heart fluttered. leaning down once more, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. you just couldn't help it, y'know? he was so pure. he was yours.

so, you whispered against his skin. "home's not a place, y'know? it's you, harry."

he didn't reply, already fast asleep. but the smile that tugged at his lips as he dreamt? that said everything.

taglist: @chrisolivia4l @dopeysunflowers

[w2soneshots]

Over the years -W2S

warnings: mentions of pregnancy.

summary: your and Harry’s relationship each year from twenty-sixteen to now through instagram posts.

notes: hello lovelies! For once this isn’t a request, thought of it all busy myself🙂‍↕️. I used Bella Hadid for the face claim (I usually don’t use just one person but it made sense for this)🫶🏼. Also, omfg did this take ages… one thousand photos and a week later I’m finally finished! Don’t forget to reblog and enjoy💞✨

2016... the year you became boyfriend and girlfriend

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y/username: love youuu @wroetoshaw

-comments-

wroetoshaw: love you more

-> y/username: 😋❤️

tobjizzle: ay! happy for u 2!

-> y/username: ty Tobes!!

y/nfanpage21: cuteeeee oh my gosh🫂

user: my two worlds colliding

y/username posted a new story!

2017... your first big holiday as a couple

wroetoshaw posted a new story!

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y/username: Italy🍝✨🇮🇹

-comments-

callux: looks sick, hope you had a great time!

-> y/username: we diddd! best pizza ever😌

y/nfanpage21: this is adorable💞

user: Harry in the unicorn floaty lol

2018... festival season

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y/username: drunk, covered in glitter and hot, but ready for some bangin music!🤸‍♂️☀️🍺

-comments-

wroetoshaw: definitely hot😉🔥

-> y/username: lmao smooth

reevhd: vibes = immaculate

y/nfanpage21: outfit on FLEEK🤭

user: she's so perfect for Harry omg

y/username posted a new story!

2019... London and the boys

wroetoshaw posted a new story!

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y/username: 19 you've been good to me, see you all next year!!🎆

-comments-

wroetoshaw: ⛷️

taliamar: gorggg!💓

-> y/username: mwah😚

y/nfanpage21: I live for y/n with the sidemen boys

user: she's the original icon⭐️

2020... the virus

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y/username: haven't posted in awhile, here's a few very uninteresting photos from my week🥞🤍 stay safe everyone and please STAY INSIDE!

-comments-

calfreezy: daily runs entered the chat

-> y/username: running buddy 4 life🏃‍♀️

y/nfanpage21: ahh we've missed you girly!!😭

user: Harry and his biohazard bag against the world

y/username posted a new story!

2021... new beginnings

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y/username: a random dog turned up on our front step today (he has been safely returned to his owner dw🐶), pleaseee can someone convince @wroetoshaw that this is a sign we should get a puppy😫🙏

-comments-

wroetoshaw: brilliant, now my dm's are filled with people asking if your pregnant (also no puppy)

-> y/username: omg shit, forgot to specify that that's my FOOD baby vs Faiths ACTUAL baby🤣 (we're getting a puppy)

faithlouisak: love u wifey

-> y/username: 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

y/nfanpage21: she's so unserious lmao the first and second pic

y/username posted a new story!

2022... the year he finally popped the question

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y/username: we're engaged!! enjoy this dump from our week away, where I had NO idea I was going to become a fiancé hehehe💍💓

-comments-

wroetoshaw: only took me 7 years

-> y/username: not bad for you tbf babes😌🫶

tobjizzle: congrats again guys❤️

freyanightingale: AHHH! unbelievably happy for you y/n🥹💝

y/nfanpage21: our fav couples growing up

user: HE'S DONE IT!!!!

y/username posted a new story!

2023... bride and groom

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y/username: random photos from my week + wedding prep commences!💫💝

-comments-

faithlouisak: SHE'S GETTING FUCKING MARRIED!!!🥳

-> y/username: hehe thank you once again for the cake girl, smashed the brief

callux: exiting stuff😯

y/nfanpage21: makeup... ate. hair... ate. cake... they ate it.

user: I can't WAIT to see what dress she picks

y/username posted a new story!

2024... the year you became mummy and daddy

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y/username: counting down the days until we meet baby girl...🎀🌟

-comments-

ksi: can't wait to spoil her😁

-> y/username: uncle JJ incoming...

faithlouisak: your GLOWING mama💕

y/nfanpage21: the book🥺

user: two youngest sidemen having a kid before the others lol💁‍♀️

y/username posted a new story!

2025... the life you've always dreamed of

y/username posted a new story!

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y/username: right where I want to be💌

-comments-

wroetoshaw: my beautiful girls

-> y/username: love u💞

taliamar: brill, got Mushu trying to eat my strawberry😂

-> y/username: he stood there for a good ten minutes, bless him. maybe next time buddy���🐕

y/nfanpage21: oh... to have her life

user: fun fact: this was posted exactly nine years from their first couple post, how cute❤️‍🩹

[clemswinecorner]

To be loved is to be known [Harry Lewis/W2S]

Summary: Y/N knows Harry, and Harry knows Y/N.

Wordcount: 775

Warnings: some swearing, nothing major

Lots of people knew lots of things about Harry. People knew his favourite colour, his favourite football club, his favourite types of videos to film. His friends knew his favourite drink, Simon knew his favourite football top, Tobi knew his Nando’s order. But nobody knew him quite like Y/N did. She could tell whether Harry wanted to buy something within seconds of him seeing it, she could tell the difference between him wanting to leave a place and him wanting to disappear completely. 

“Are you joining us having a couple drinks at Cal’s place?” Lux asks Harry, leaning towards him. They’re out for dinner with quite a big group, which wasn’t too unusual for them, and Harry glances over at Y/N sitting across. She’s fixing her off-shoulder top when he catches her eyes. She gives him a questioning look, knowing him well enough to recognize he wants an answer out of her. “Are we having drinks at Cal’s after this?” He asks, and she shrugs. She notes the way his hands are tapping against the tabletop and his phone’s screen is facing upwards. “I don’t know, maybe one drink but don’t think we’ll stay out late, unless you want to?” She raises her eyebrows at him. She sees the doubt in his face, and how it’s different from his body language that tells her he’d much rather go home. “Won’t be too special, I think there’s people going straight home as well,” Lux mentions. He isn’t stupid, and after living with him for a couple of years, Harry’s face tells him that the day has been long enough. “Yeah, think we might do the same actually, but we’ll be there Saturday,” Y/N jumps in, and Callux nods. Harry gives her a smile, as she swiftly changes the conversation topic.

Later that night, they’re sitting on the couch, a pile of cards in front of them. “You fucker,” she curses as he puts down another plus four. She takes the cards from the pile as he puts down another card. “Thanks for saying no to Lux tonight,” He softly says as she puts down her card. “Hmm. I could tell your social battery would run out halfway through, I’m glad you listened to me,” She jokes, and he chuckles, grabbing a card from the pile. “When have I ever not?” He asks, and she raises her eyebrows at him. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He shakes his head with a laugh, chucking down another card. “No, no I don’t,” He confirms, and she laughs, looking at the cards in her hands. “We should skip nights out to play games more often,” She comments, before she smirks at him. “You didn’t say Uno, by the way.”

In the same way she knew him, he knew her. 

“Baby, have you seen my…” He trails off as he walks into the living room, where she’s sitting crossed legged under a fluffy blanket, invested in her book. She’s comfortably nestled in a hoodie slightly too big, bright blue and more importantly the exact one he’d spend the last fifteen minutes trying to find. He sighs, and she looks up with those adorable clueless eyes, “Never mind. Did you drink anything?” She nods before getting back to her book, “Yeah, have tea,” she absentmindedly says. He walks over, checking the temperature of the mug— completely cold, as he guessed. He picks it up, walking away with a small smile and a shake of his head. 

She doesn’t even notice him coming back until his hand is going through her hair. She looks up, waiting for him to speak. “Hi. My bag’s almost packed, my Uber’s here in fifteen minutes. I made you a tea,” She smiles, putting her book down next to her. “I didn’t realize it was that late already, you should’ve said,” she mentions. “Nah, you were too comfortable, thought I’d let you read. I get you to myself again after the weekend anyway,” he disagrees. She sits up and leans onto Harry, who’d sat down next to her, his shoulder. He lets out a content sigh, turning around to fully envelop her in a hug. She snuggles into his comfortable chest, loving how cuddly he could get. “Thanks for the tea,” she lowly says, and he presses a kiss on top of her head. “Don’t want you to dry out, do I? I know how into the story you can get,” he says, as if it’s nothing. To him, it probably was nothing, it’s just how he was. To her, it was everything. To be loved is to be known, after all.

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Comfort In You - Harry Lewis

Harry Lewis (W2S) x reader - Fluff 

Summary: You’re visiting London to do a shoot with the sidemen and have been having a hard time sleeping. Harry notices your tiredness and offers you his bed and himself to help you finally get some rest.

You were shooting a side+ video with Simon, Vik, Josh, George, Arthurtv, and Harry. You were exhausted but promised to do a shoot with them while you were visiting and didn’t want to let them down by cancelling. 

You were trying your hardest to keep your energy up and that you were doing a good job at hiding the tiredness but one person could see right through you. Harry. 

He’s had a small crush on you since the day you met and has become sort of protective over you over the years. Anytime you’re around he can’t keep his eyes off you but you’ve never noticed. 

Throughout the shoot he would constantly be looking at you. He noticed the slight bags under your eyes and how your smile wasn’t as bright as it usually was when you were with them. 

You were completely oblivious of his worried glances. Once the shoot wrapped, you let out a tired sigh and finally allowed yourself to relax into the couch. The others all got up to stretch and talk while Harry came and sat next to you. 

You sat up straight again and shot him a tired smile. “Hello, Harry. How are you?” you asked. 

“I’m well, thanks. What about you?” he asked. “I’m good too, Thanks for having me today. I love doing these shoots with you guys” you said. He smiled, “Of course. We love having you. I was wondering if you wanted to come round to mine so we can have a proper catch up. We can cook your favorite too.” 

You were really tired but you have missed him so much so you couldn’t pass up on it and agreed to go. You both said your goodbyes and headed to his. He let you in and you took your shoes and jacket off before following him into his living room. 

“I’ll be right back, I'm just gonna change really quick” he said before heading to his room. You sat on the couch and waited. He came back dressed in some plaid pajama pants and plain t-shirt whale holding some clothes. “Um, you can borrow these if you’d like to be a little more comfy as well.” You gently grabbed them with a slight blush rushing to your cheeks. You have been to his place many times before but he’s never offered you clothes before so you were surprised. “Sure, that would be great actually. Thank you.” He smiled and nervously ruffled his hair.”No problem. I’ll get everything started while you change.” You smile and nod before heading to the restroom. You smiled at yourself in the mirror admiring how you looked in his clothes. You laughed a little at how bagging it was. 

You left and met Harry in the kitchen. His eyes shot up when you entered the room. He couldn’t help but to check you out. Heat rose to both of your guys' checks as he did. “Comfy?” he asked. 

“Very.” You laughed. “Good, now come over here and help me cause I have no idea what I'm doing,” he joked. “Okay, okay. What have you started?” 

You guys completed the meal and sat down on his couch after deciding to watch some of the office while you ate. You sat criss-crossed on his couch with your bowl in your lap. Harry smiled as he watched you put on the show. He loved how natural you looked in his home. You put the remote down once the show was on and leaned back into the couch. 

You guys ate and watched in silence for a moment. He noticed how you relaxed more and saw how exhausted you really looked. He cleared his throat, “Y/N, how are you doing really? I don’t mean to pry but you didn’t really seem like your normal energetic self today and you look a bit tired.” 

You put down your half eaten food on the coffee table and sunk back into the couch. “I’m 

okay really, but honestly, I am exhausted. I haven’t been able to get much sleep since I've been here. I’m sorry.” He waved you off, “Don’t be silly, there’s nothing to be sorry about. Why didn’t you say something? We could’ve caught up on a different day if you’re tired.” He asked. “I know we’re just both so busy, I never want to say no when we're both free and I’d honestly probably still be tired on any day. I think there’s something in my Airbnb that’s keeping me up.” You joked. 

“Well thank you for coming but as soon as you feel tired, let me know and i’ll drive you home okay?” he said. “Deal, but I'm sure I'll be okay. Your jokes will keep me up.” you said. He laughed and got comfortable next to you. 

You tried to fight the sleepiness but it soon overcame you and slowly drifted asleep. Your head fell onto Harry’s shoulder making him look down at you. He chuckled and whispered your name to see if you’d wake up. You were knocked out. He quietly turned off the tv and got up. 

He picked you up and you subconsciously cuddled into him. He carried you into his bed and laid you down gently before covering you with a blanket. He tucked the loose hair behind your ear. His eyes flickered down to your lips wanting nothing more than to kiss you. 

He sighed and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. He stood straight and headed to leave the room. Your eyes fluttered open as he reached the door and you called out. “Harry? Will you stay?”. He turned back around, “Are you sure?” he asked, already making his way back to the bed. “Yes. I don’t think I’d be able to fall back to sleep without you next to me. Please?”. He nodded and climbed into the bed behind you. 

You turned around so that you were facing him and scooted closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you even closer and you sighed in content. You quickly dozed off again feeling safe in his arms.