messaging the Sidemen to see if they would cover for Harry (smau)
Harry Lewis x reader (established relationship and he doesn't really appear) (i tried to make y/n as gender neutral as possible)
CW: implied cheating kind of (no actual cheating), y/n loves Talia (but who doesn't), it's my first fic-adjacent thing, y/n is kind of a dry texter and is friends with the boys - ignore any spelling mistakes, i am hungover.
warning: MDNI, 18+, these are links to porn videos on twitter which you need to be logged into to see (if you’re in the UK you need to prove that you are 18+ to view these)
Harry Lewis
golfer!harry having his way with you
it’s been a long day of filming for him
in guernsey with his parents home
sharing him with becky
he knows just how to pound into you
Simon Minter
backshots in the club bathroom
keep your eyes on him whilst he fingers you
gag ball and choking galore
you love being submissive
Bambino Becky
a bit of shower sex never hurt anyone
she misses you
you guys had one too many drink during a pub crawl
slutting you out with her strap
you know how to take it well
you and becky get arrested by policeman!will
just a normal sleepover
you share boyfriend!harry with her
it’s your birthday treat
throwing it back on her strap
Ethan Payne
bad girls get punished
Tobi Brown
your view
him and ksi tag team
come over we need to talk
griping your ass during back shots
ChrisMD
him and ArthurTv fill your hole
you just relax on your side he’s got the rest
how he punishes you
ArthurTv
him and Chris fill your hole
Sabina Blair
she loves your cock
she’s strapped just for you bb
just stay right there princess
just play fighting
what she sends when she misses you
being a little oiled up never hurt no one
rubbing your cute cunnies together
she cant wait for you to get home
sharing a double sided dildo in matching lingerie
taking your cock doggy style
Josh Zerkaa
suck his finger and call him daddy
that’s a good boy
he loves his fingers in your mouth
he loves to see how desperate you are to bounce on him
KSI
him and Tobi tag team
the bathroom counter
Will Lenney
perv!will breaks into your house
policeman!will arrests you and Becky
lower yourself down onto him
you ride him well
he’s a munch
James Marriot
he doms out
destroying you
his boots
Faith Kelly
she bought a truck for her farm and you guys had to bless it
she has amazing tongue work
she wishes it was your strap instead
you cum faster when she degrades you
the start to a great night
she texted you saying she has a surprise for you
her beautiful cock made you cum
making out on her farm
hold your leg up for her tongue
AB (alfie buttle)
he likes the view
beautiful evening shag
on the sofa
Talia Mar
she’s been desperate to be on top of you
riding your titties
touching you up during an event
double sided dildo
holding your hair back turns her on
sorry guys could you tell i was horny-also i will always be adding more on so stick around and let me know if any of the links don’t work anymore or if the videos have been removed so i can get rid of them 💋
harry stumbles home drunk late one night to find you asleep in bed, blankets haphazardly flung off your overheated body, totally on display for him and prettier than ever… a perfect midnight snack.
it’s a stiflingly hot summer night. only june and it already feels like august. your clothes cling to you relentlessly, your skin feels perpetually sticky, and your hair stays tied up in the highest bun you can manage to keep as little of it as possible from touching the back of your neck.
harry was out for the night to celebrate ethan’s 30th birthday. (you’d been invited, of course, but neither drinking alcohol outside in this miserable heat nor being the only sober one present sounded particularly appealing to you, so you’d let harry go on and have fun with his mates. you could usually trust him to not get into too much trouble, and come home to you in one piece.)
knowing you likely wouldn’t see harry until morning, you didn’t plan to wait up.
11:47 PM
you: just off to sleep now love, hope ur having a great time 🥰 dont forget to smooch the bday boy for me, i want proof! 💓
you: and plssss pls pls drink some water so i dont have to scrape u off the floor tomorrow xx love you baby
—
a few minutes later, your phone lights up with a photo from harry.
11:54 PM
sweet dinho 🩵: (a blurry shot of harry and ethan, standing with their arms wrapped around each other, and harry planting a massive, wet kiss on ethan's cheek — both boys shiny with sweat and definitely less-than-sober, ethan sporting a huge grin)
sweet dinho 🩵: pls nevr grow a beard i lik kissin ur face wayyy more hehe xx
sweet dinho 🩵: gn gorgeous ily ssssooooo much xxxxx
—
you giggle to yourself, your heart flooding with warmth at the image of harry and his best friend looking so happy and carefree together, paired with his silly typo-ridden messages. you immediately decide it's the kind of photo that deserves framing, and save it to your favorites.
with that, you place your phone on the bedside table and hit the lights, letting yourself drift off to sleep, dreaming of harry's lips on your skin.
—
2:37 AM
harry fumbles with the keys to your flat as he arrives home, his mind hazy after a night of drinking with his mates but beyond ready to crawl into bed with you.
you’re quite a heavy sleeper, but he still tries his best to be quiet once he’s locked the door behind him, as he kicks his shoes off and makes his way to the kitchen. he pulls the largest glass he can find from the cupboard and fills it with the coldest water the tap can manage, immediately chugging it in one go and feeling his overheated body relax instantly.
peeling the sweaty clothes from his skin, he makes his way to you, ready to collapse at your side and pass out.
crossing the threshold into your bedroom, his eyes adjust to the darkness, and he’s met with a sight that stops him in his tracks. you’re in the middle of the bed, completely uncovered — no doubt having kicked the blanket off of you in your sleep due to the heat, wearing only underwear and your skimpiest tanktop, your tits spilling out of it like an old victorian painting.
you’re asleep on your back, legs parted slightly, with one hand resting up by your head and the other on your lower stomach, the tips of your fingers just dipping into your waistband. harry couldn’t help but wonder if you’d been touching yourself in your sleep.
harry thought you looked like an angel. a perfect, beautiful mess. what little blood was left in his head for the evening rapidly flowed south, awakening a sudden hunger for his girl that needed to be sated before he could even consider sleeping now.
carefully, he climbed onto the bed, his big palms gliding up your thick thighs as he planted soft kisses to your hips and tummy. you shift slightly but don't wake, and he wastes no time hooking his fingers into your waistband and sliding your panties down, tossing them to the floor.
he spreads your legs gently, draping one over his shoulder as he settles himself between them. his lips graze the sensitive skin of your inner thighs while his hands wrap around them to hold you open, before dragging his thumb through your dampening folds.
you twitch at the sensation, still asleep but your body as responsive to harry as ever, as he presses a featherlight kiss to your clit. he slowly unfurls his tongue, letting a string of spit fall onto you, flattening the strong muscle against your core — his eyes fluttering closed as his drool mixes with your addictively sweet arousal. his heart pounds as he buries his face in you, obsessively licking and sucking your aching bundle of nerves, soft little whimpers starting to spill from your sleeping lips, so intoxicated by the sensation of him lapping at you even in your wet dreams.
harry's tongue fucks into your weeping hole, ripping a moan from your throat as your hands instinctively find him, tangling fingers in his hair and wrapping around the back of his neck, desperate to keep him on you. he groans, drunkenly making out with your pussy, his face soaked in your pleasure, subconsciously grinding his hips into the bed just to relieve some of the pressure building up in his ever-tightening briefs.
unable to control his need, harry bittersweetly tears himself away from your core, his dick aching to feel the dripping heaven before him.
“c’mere, pretty girl,” he slurs, crawling up towards you as he wipes his face on the back of his hand. “m’not done with you yet.”
shakily, harry pushes into you, his eyes immediately rolling into his head as he’s enveloped by the tight wet heat of your pussy. “oh ff-fuuuck—baaaby,” he sighs blissfully, his mind turning to mush as he feels your grip around him. “y'feel s-soooo goooood, ughh.”
your unconscious whines grow louder as harry drags his thick cock in and out of you, his face slotting cozily into your neck, but he finally rouses you awake, pulling a gasp from your throat as he fully sheaths himself, lifting your leg over his shoulder to reach the spot in your gut that he knows will reduce you to euphoric tears if he hits it hard enough.
as quickly as your eyes flutter open, they roll back, accompanied by a panting moan falling from your lips — your arms and legs desperately wrapping around your boyfriend’s broad frame. “oh—oh hh-harry oh my g—ff-fuck,” you whimper with a crackly sleep-filled voice, your mind finally catching up to the reality that you hadn’t just been having a wet dream.
a drowsy, crooked smirk stretches across harry’s face as he lifts his head from your neck to greet you with heavy-lidded eyes. “good morning, princess,” he rumbles, his voice low and gravely and delicious, grinding his hips deep into you and locking his lips with yours, alerting you to the taste of yourself lingering on his tongue.
you hum against him, your fingers burying into his messy blond hair, spiked up and damp with sweat. "guess I wasn't dreaming then," you manage, a soft laugh melting into a whine as his thrusts quicken, his greedy mouth claiming yours ravenously, tongue and teeth trailing down your neck and marking your skin possessively.
"you jus' looked so fuckin' pretty when I got in, baby, sleepin' like a lil angel, couldn't keep my hands off you," he groans into your neck, his rhythm quickening as he pounds into you harder. you could tell harry wasn't sober — the filthy praise he showered you with a clear indication that he was well drunk, his filter gone with the wind, and it drove you crazy. your insides burn with need from his hungry words and the pressure beating your cervix, the knot in your core tightening as you start climbing towards your peak.
"tastes like you couldn't keep your tongue off either," you can’t help but tease despite your heavy breathing, licking into his mouth with a tug of his hair. harry growls, pulling away from you momentarily to flip you onto your front, tucking the bunched-up duvet under your hips and pressing back into you forcefully. his strong digits dig into your side, his other hand pulling your head back by your hair just so the pillow can't muffle your whines.
"couldn't resist, baby, comin' home to you spread out on a fuckin' silver platter for me,” he mumbles salaciously in your ear, his breath hot on your neck and his bodyweight pressing on your back only heightening your senses, his length buried inside you, causing you to cry out with each slap of his skin on yours. "had to get my mouth on you, had t-to taste you," he stutters, sounding almost desperate as his movements start to grow sloppy, both of your climaxes drawing nearer. "so s-sweet, s'perfect," he moans, forehead pressed to the side of your neck as he pants, your hand flying behind you to grab his hair as you arch your back, his cock beating against that spot in your gut that initially woke you — the spot that makes you scream, that leaves tears streaming down your face.
"ff—fuck, haz'm so c-close, baby," you whimper, your legs shaking as you squeeze around harry, feeling like you’re about to explode, the string of a bomb alight with flame in your stomach burning up rapidly before it bursts.
“me too, princess, c’mon, cum with me, wanna feel you,” he groans, and with one final deep thrust, you both break, his hot cum filling you as you coat him in yours, your hips instinctively grinding back into his as you noisily ride your orgasms out in sync. “ohh fuck, yeah that’s my fuckin’ baby, ughh.. s’my girl..“
his hands reach up to intertwine his fingers with yours, sleepily kissing your neck as you both breath heavily, coming down together.
—
after a minute or two of silence, putting you at serious risk of falling right back to sleep, harry peels himself away, a whiny gasp slipping out of you as he leaves you empty and dripping onto the sheets. he stands, effortlessly lifting you off the bed (ignoring your protests), and carrying you to the bathroom.
turning the shower on, he sits you down on the tiled bench under the water, and with a kiss on your forehead, gently washes all the sweat and saliva and cum off your body. it’s not lost on you that even though he’s drunk and you’re sober, he’s still taking care of you first.
your heart aches with adoration when you look up into his pretty eyes, though he’s struggling to keep them open as much as you are.
“come on, baby,” you whisper. “your turn. then bed.”
you look after him just as he did you, untangling his disheveled hair and cleansing his skin of the mess you made. you tiredly climb out of the shower, drying off slow as sloths before stumbling back into bed. you don't bother with the blankets, but immediately wrap around each other anyway, not even caring how hot it is.
I Have A Feeling You Got Everything You Wanted: Part 2 - George Clarke
George Clarke x Fem!reader ( 2.2k words)
The sidemen charity match , a gorgeous ex-boyfriend with a mullet and his entire friendgroup scattered around the stands to avoid ... what could ever go wrong?
warnings: angst (they will get their happiness eventually I promise), hints of poor mental health but it's not a heavy focus, arguing.
series | masterlist
Thank you guys so much for the love on the first part! I hope you enjoy this part just as much <3 (also why is trying to write a breakup where both people come out of it looking like a good person so hard help)
Time feels like it stands still as I shrink under the gaze of the very people I had been intending to avoid at all costs today. I feel like a deer in headlights, a child caught in the act of doing something I wasn't meant to, although I had technically done absolutely nothing wrong, except miss my ex-boyfriend.
The awkward silence stretches on, until Chris, seeming to realise that nobody is eager to be the one to break the silence, clears his throat and turns to look at the crowd of boys behind him.
"Uh, are you guys okay to give us 2 minutes?" he asks, and my stomach drops with a mix of relief at the thought of not being under the scrutinous gaze of all 6 guys any longer, but also dread at the thought of watching George walk away. Again.
2 Months Ago
I sit on the edge of my shared bed with George, picking at my fingers nervously whilst he paces the length of the bedroom, hands intertwined in the ends of his mullet. Usually, when my anxiety heightens and my tendency to pick my fingers raw and red takes over, George is straight over to cradle my hands and soothe my nerves with soft kisses to my knuckles and gentle whispers. Now, however, he can barely look at me, eyes darting around the room restlessly, never landing on one place for too long.
"I just don't like what's happened to us lately" I continue on with the half-conversation-half-argument that has seemed to go around in circles for the last hour, with neither one of us willing to back down, both too stubborn and passionate. It’s funny, the way the world works; the two traits that once brought us together in the beginning, when times were simpler and we could still dance around the pressures that life threatened to impose, are now the very qualities that may destroy our relationship entirely.
"We've been fine" George argues, sighing from across the room like he's tired of this argument. Usually, he would always hear me out and respect my opinion with the utmost tenderness and follow up with action to prove that he listened to me, however the strain that has loomed over our relationship for the last 2 weeks has taken a toll upon him just as much as it has me. "I've just been busier because I've had shoots with the sidemen - you know I would never avoid you on purpose."
"I know you haven't meant to George, but you have to understand how shit it feels to be pushed to the side suddenly because of work opportunities!" My voice rises now, frustration taking over the rational side of my brain as I felt like I wasn't being heard - something I wasn't used to with George, who was usually so attentive.
"Well maybe you need to understand how shit it feels to be trying to balance constant work commitments, friends, family and a girlfriend when everybody expects you to be perfect!" he snaps back, his face dropping when I flinch back. He tentatively takes a step towards me, and when I don't flinch again, he kneels in front of the bed, grasping my hands in his own and gazing up at me with a look so tender that my heart nearly wrenches itself straight out of my chest.
"Look, I think we’re trying to love each other in ways the other person doesn’t need.” his voice is tender, so tender that it almost doesn't match the cruel words he had previously uttered. "I think maybe we just need a break."
My heart drops at the dreaded words, tears springing to my eyes. But then I look at George's tear-stained, earnest face and know in that instant that I will do anything for this man, even if it involves ripping my heart right out of my chest over and over.
"Okay" I whisper, my voice cracking. "We'll take a break." He knocks his forehead gently against mine and I close my eyes, savouring his warmth against mine. I don't open my eyes when he kisses my forehead, slow and lingering, like he doesn't want to let go, and finally look up just in time to see him leave.
A day passes. I mope in bed. Then comes a week. I finally give up hope of any of our friend group reaching out to me. Then a month. I decide to leave the house for the first time since the breakup but can't find the motivation to make it out of the door. Then two months. And I give up completely.
One by one, the guys take Chris' not so subtle hint and leave. Simon looks between the two of us with poorly-concealed curiosity before turning away, patting George on the shoulder reassuringly as he leaves. Ethan and Max follow quickly, muttering between themselves, whilst Tobi offers me a reassuring smile and Harry a small nod before they continue up the stairs.
George doesn't move.
He finally unfreezes, relaxing his posture and turning towards Chris, his facial expression still irritatingly unreadable.
"Are you okay to give us a minute, mate?" he asks Chris, his voice taking on that gentle tone again that takes me back to the last time we spoke. Chris nods, stepping towards George and whispering something into his ear that makes his face crumple in concern before Chris turns back to me. "We will catch up later properly, alright?" the hopeful tone of his voice chips at the cage I've built around my heart the last two months and I nod, watching him break out in a relieved grin before he heads in the direction of what I guess is the changing rooms.
The silence lingers for a moment , both of us unable to stray our eyes away from each other or form a coherent sentence.
"Hi" I finally settle on. Hi? You've fantasised about this moment for the past 2 months and the best you can come up with is hi? I mentally scold myself, but to my relief his face breaks out into a soft, almost fond smile. God, I've missed that smile so fucking much.
"Hi" he echoes, and I melt inside as the sound of his voice greets my ears.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you on your big day" I apologise, suddenly self-conscious of how psychopathic sneaking around a football match that my ex-boyfriend is playing in seems. "I was planning on just coming to watch quietly and then slipping out without causing a scene, I guess that didn't really go to plan though".
He laughs softly, the sound a soothing melody to my lingering anxieties. "Yeah, you never were the plan maker for good reason". The past tense hurts more than I care to admit, but I force myself to brush it off as he continues to speak. "I'm sorry that you felt like you had to hide from everyone though, we all would have been really happy to see you."
He lets that statement settle for a moment, sitting on a step before patting the spot next to him. I sit down, close enough that our knees knock, and when he doesn't pull away I feel like a teenager with a crush on the boy sat next to her in class. He keeps his gaze steadily trained on mine, continuing with a much more raw, vulnerable edge to his voice now. "We all really miss you, y'know. I miss you".
I can't help the flame of anger that sparks in my chest at the clearly false sentiment, because if they missed me, why did nobody call?
"But...but you didn't call me George" I can't disguise the plain sadness that fills my tone, avoiding his eyes. "Two months and not one person called or text me ... not once."
When I finally dare to look up, I'm surprised to see tears in his eyes and a flare of panic jolts through my chest at the thought that I might of upset him. I apologise quickly, but he shakes his head softly, his expression only saddening further.
"Don't you dare apologise" he finally utters, causing me to blink in surprise. "Chris told me about how you haven't left your flat since the breakup".
The concern and tears in his eyes suddenly make sense. "That snitching bastard, so that's what he whispered to you" I groan in exasperation and embarrassment, hiding my face in my hands.
He giggles gently, tugging my hands slowly from my face, the sudden contact sending shockwaves of electricity through my body, before much to my disappointment he drops my hands and a serious expression takes over his face once more.
"I'm so, so sorry that you felt isolated like that. Everybody presumed you wanted to be left alone and had moved on with different friends and a new life, but that was a fucking stupid assumption to make and we should have known better and reached out. I hate the thought of you all alone this entire time."
I don't know quite when it happened, but one minute I'm staring at him wordlessly as I process his words and the next I'm violently sobbing. He only hesitates for a fraction of a second before pulling me in, shielding me in his toned arms as I weep into his shoulder and dampen his shirt.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry" he keeps murmuring, and it's not until my sobs subside slightly 15 minutes later that I feel the dampness on the top of my head and realise that he is crying too.
Pulling back just enough to be able to see his expression and wipe the tears gently from his cheeks, I take shuddering breaths and he continues to hold me soothingly, one hand rubbing my back whilst his other thumb draws circles on my waist.
"I missed you" I finally feel brave enough to whisper into the air between us and he instantly pulls me back into a tight embrace.
"That argument two months ago" he murmurs into my hair, rocking us soothingly back and forth. "I've regretted every word I said every single day since. Every. Single. One."
I sniffle into his chest, nodding in agreement. "Me too."
"I wanted to reach out so badly" he admits, continuing to rock me slowly. "I thought you were better off without me, so I didn't. But I know I fucked up now. I carried on with living and filming with our friends like you hadn't just vanished off the face of the earth since our argument and that was so, so fucked up of me to do" his breath hitches and we slowly pull away from each other, assuming our much less intimate positions sat side by side on the steps.
I already miss his warmth, so I knock my leg against his own, relieved when he presses his skin against mine like he needs the contact just as much as I do.
"I did miss being a part of everything" I admit into the quietness of the corridor. "My youtube career, my friendships, me and you ... it all felt like it fell apart that day." I can barely stand to look at him, for the amount of guilt and pain his expression holds is almost unbearable.
"I'd like to prove to you again that you still have all that" he mutters almost shyly.
"Huh?" I furrow my brows, not understanding his statement.
"Your channel. Your friends. Me.. we are all still here if you want us." he lets out softly. "I know I sure as hell don't deserve your forgiveness but-".
"George" I interrupt softly before he can fall too far into his self-internalising guilt-fuelled spiral. "I messed up too. I could've reached out and I didn't."
His brow furrows. "Still not your fault" he counters, so familiarly stubborn that I almost giggle giddily despite the seriousness of the situation.
"Want to come say hi to everyone?" he asks almost sheepishly. "I know they all want to see you.. and we are going for drinks after.. only if you want to come, no pressure of course" he tacks on quickly at the end.
"Are you sure? I don't want to make it awkward or weird" I hesitate, doubt clawing at my insides.
"You won't, I promise" he sticks his pinkie out and I smile fondly at his childishness, linking my pinkie with his and allowing him to pull me up towards the lions den.
Also everybody who asked to be on my tag list in the comments of part 1 is it just for this series or for any george fics/ ukyt fics in general? Just so I know what to tag you guys in :)
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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-> behzingagram: ^^
-> vikkstagram: it was my wedding so you’re all welcome! liked by yourusername and wroetoshaw
-> wroetoshaw: I think we actually made this happen you know seen as though it’s our relationship @ yourusername
-> yourusername: no they made it happen, like when were you gonna make a move if not for them 😂
