living with will is a dream. he’s a grown up so you don’t have to worry about dirty dishes and the bins not being taken out. he’s on it already. even if he does call himself cinderella when you ask him to dust where you can’t reach. his fault for putting up shelves before you moved in.
he quickly becomes you’re best friend and you’re surprised by how natural it feels to be around him. initially, moving in with him had been a financial decision, but soon after you knew there was no way you wanted to live without him.
he makes you laugh. he’s passionate and driven. and he’s so kind. like, almost unbelievably kind. you see it in the way he treats his friends, the way he speaks to his family, the way he always holds doors open for strangers. it makes your heart glow a little bit each time you see that soft smile he gives people. a little ray of sunlight in the grey of the city.
you’re so used to his light that it starts to feel wrong when he’s away. the place is too quiet. your home feels like a flat again. he’s away filming when you text him ‘i really miss you man! how weird is that!’. you’re completely unaware that he reads and rereads the message for days after, just to make sure he didn’t imagine it.
when he comes home, you hug him so tight. he’s warm like he’s brought the sun back with him and you can’t help but melt into him. it’s a long hug. too long to be platonic. and realisation hits you like an anvil that you’re overwhelmingly into him.
you try to pull back from him. throw yourself into work. fill your social calendar. but he’s still there in the back of your mind and on your sofa.
you don’t clock that he never goes on dates. he’s a busy man, never mentions a relationship, clearly doesn’t want one. so you squash your crush down.
until he asks you to be his plus one for a friend’s wedding. and it’s as though all of your work to put distance between you was for nothing when you’re taking a photo together and his hand sits gently on the centre of your back. you’re ruined. you don’t leave each other’s side all night. even when you get home, a little tipsy from the open bar, and instead of going to bed, sit up all night talking until you eventually fall asleep together on the sofa.
will’s restraint is wearing thin. he can just see his life with you. it’s so easy. you want the same things as him. you make him laugh so hard. you’re so driven whilst also being so gentle and caring. you’re everything he could ever want.
he loves when you get your nails done. not because he cares about them being done but because you come home and make a point of sticking your hands out for him to see. and he gets to take your hands in his. and for a second he gets to imagine lifting them to his lips and placing a soft kiss on the back of each one.
he even loves when you’re being a nightmare and you come home drunk after drinks with your friends and you’re knocking things over by accident. you get so giggly when you drink and he can’t get enough, especially when you start talking about the guy at the bar who you thought was him, mumbling ‘you’re better looking though’ while you struggle to take your shoes off. he helps you take them off and pulls your feet into his lap, rubbing them softly until your head rolls back and you’re saying ‘god you’re perfect’
you’re mortified the next morning and can barely meet his eye.
the two of you have a cosy night in not long after. a little sip and paint which you’re both secretly picturing as a date. you can’t help yourself when will gets paint on his cheek. you reach out and rub your thumb over it without thinking twice. when you realise you’ve overstepped, you go to pull your hand away but he catches it, finally deciding enough is enough.
Harry 'Wroetoshaw' Lewis x fem!reader
PART TWO OF "texts from my ex"
A/N: suggestiveness throughout, harry lowk likes it when y/n is mean to him. as always, pictures are not representative of y/n's appearance, only the vibes. reader is lowk a petty freak and does a "u want me to kms joke". angst and also y/n is reminded of why harry is her ex (i am probably gonna do a part 3) - mentions of vomiting
making sub!chris get on his knees, setting a timer for him and telling him that if he can make you come before it ends, he can fuck you for the rest of it
will, who after so long living alone, is sick of it. he's fed up of coming home to an empty house. he rationalises that it would be nice to have someone keeping an eye on the place while he's away for extended periods, but really he just wants a bit of company. then you come along, a friend of a friend, and just fit.
he's so used to living alone and doing all of the housework that when he comes home and finds the dishes he'd left out to dry all stacked neatly in the cupboard, he's genuinely surprised.
you two gel instantly, living hectic lives in the daytime and then coming home to your little quiet sanctuary. it just works with the two of you.
you spend cosy evenings together after long days. not having to keep up the pretence that you both aren't exhausted and instead, just lay out on the sofa together. there's a comfort between you both which is evident when he falls asleep next to you a few weeks after you move in. he's too big to move and you don't want to wake him so, before you head off to your room, you pull a blanket over him. when he wakes up in the early hours of the morning, he's struck by how long it's been since someone looked after him. it's such a small act but it overwhelms him.
soon he can't remember the flat without you in it. can't remember the last time he opened the door and wasn't met with the smell of your perfume which makes him dizzy still. your little touches are everywhere; a new trinket in the bowl he puts his keys in, actual food in the fridge, the smell of the fancy fabric softener you buy as a treat. he can't help but think of you when he catches the scent on his clothes.
you bully him for never cooking for himself until he finally gives in and lets you teach him how to make something more than pesto pasta. he's complaining about how long everything takes while you dice onions, when you gentle tell him to stop rushing through his life. he isn't expecting it and it stumps him as you tell him how much you enjoy the mindfulness of cooking, letting the world wait for a moment. it sticks with him more than you'd intended. when you come home after a work trip a month later, after texting will daily that you were sick of takeaways and sandwiches, he's got a home-cooked meal waiting for you.
it hits him one morning when he's passing a florists. he'd turned back to pick you up a bunch of tulips when he'd realised that isn't what roommates do and doubled back on himself.
he's completely fucked but you'd never know. he's so sly about his crush on you that you don't notice the way he softens when you walk into the room, or the way the creases by his eyes deepen when you laugh. he tells himself that he'll get over it. it's just a tiny infatuation because he hasn't lived with someone in so long, especially not someone so painfully pretty. he can be mature about it until it passes.
he throws himself even more into work when he realises he's developing feelings for you. you barely see each other which completely backfires on him because then you actively make plans for the two of you to spend quality time together when he is free and he doesn't have the heart to say no to you. or really want to.
you grab a coffee together and go for a walk one sunday morning. he watches you as you talk animatedly about work and a new project you're working on. he can't get over how passionate you are and it just makes the feeling in his chest grow. he finds himself holding every door open for you, wanting to pay for everything, letting himself pretend for a second that it's a date. he grips his coffee cup with both hands long after it's empty, just so that he won't be tempted to try and hold your hand.
he's still desperate to be a good roommate and friend so happily sits through your shopping hauls. you're showing him some new dresses when he says he's sure they're nice but can't visualise stuff like that when it's on the hanger. he regrets it instantly when he's swallowing hard as you come out in sundress after sundress, spinning for him and asking his opinion.
you realise that you still haven't really met most of his friends after months of living together and joke that he's embarrassed of you. he tells you that he is while grinning and texting the boys to see if they mind you coming for a drink that night. they clock it instantly when you walk into the pub together. the second you leave the table, they're grilling him about how long he's been into you.
he's fully watching tutorials on how to plait hair and do bunches and then you spot him with baby girl sat on the bathroom counter, him with a sparkly bobble between his teeth and a look of pure concentration on his face as he carefully scoops up pieces of hair
making friendship bracelets with her and she gets bored bc toddler. but he stays sat at her little craft table in her tiny chair and finishes off matching bracelets for all three of you. wears his constantly
wants to keep her private to protect her but can't help but bring her up in videos. casually bragging over every little thing she does. ‘she walked the other day. i've got a walking daughter now’
then when she insists on calling while he's filming, he's answering in a heartbeat and his whole demeanour changes. his voice softens and he's calling her sweetheart and giving her all the time in the world. she finally gets him to slow down and suddenly nothing matters more to him than hearing her tell him that she's eaten all her lunch. him eventually saying 'ok give mummy a kiss from me and I'll see you soon' then when he hangs up and everyone's looking at him he just frowns like 'tf do you want?'
giving uncle james the picture that she's drawn for him and he's over the moon. 'no way!!' followed by a pause as he actually looks at it '...what is it?'. will goes all soft and gooey as he points out different scribbled lines, saying 'that's you, and that bit's a guitar'. he's so touched and makes will take back a picture from him
when she gets older, he's the proud dad cheering from the sidelines, hollering at everything she does. he's 100% the loudest dad at her sports day. would coach her football team if he was allowed but he's fully too biased
him letting her play salon and put makeup on him. catching him with his head back and eyes closed as she covers him in blue eyeshadow. hearing him mumble 'don't you dare say a word' when he hears you giggling.
saying yes to everything she wants to do because he's worried about the day that she'll grow out of being a daddy's girl so until then he's soaking up every minute, even if it means going to work with painted nails
HEY GIRL, I LOVED YOUR DAD! WILL POST SO I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD SO A GIRL DAD WILL? HE JUST GIVES MAJOR GIRL DAD. TYSM
hey sunshine!
you’re so stinking right. he’s fully watching tutorials on how to do his little girl’s hair and making friendship bracelets with her and keeps making them even when she gets bored and toddles off just so you can all have matching ones
GOTTA WRITE THIS BRB (aka gimme 3-5 business days)