˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ one of a couple charity match fics, I hope you enjoy this one!!
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ not proofread
The match was underway and Sidemen FC and Youtube Allstars were neck and neck each matching points. It’s only been about twenty minutes since the game started but it was already going so well.
You were cheering for your husband Harry, number 77. You were screaming as much as your crushing lungs allowed. You haven’t been out in public for the last couple of months so this was like your redebut into the public eye, which was a big thing (especially for being Mrs. Wroetoshaw).
Harry told everyone that you guys wanted some privacy for a while, everyone understood since he was already a very private guy.
But what people didn’t know (besides the boys and their own missus’), was that you were five months pregnant.
Five long months of hiding your growing belly under oversized clothing every time you stepped out of the house and morning sickness basically every day. Today was no different, you wore a huge sidemen fc jersey with ‘missus dinho’ and 77 on the back along with some comfy maternity pants. You wished you could've worn a cute fit like last year but you had to hide your belly.
Hide your belly until the announcement, at least.
If it was up to Harry, you guys would never reveal your pregnancy to the world but you didn’t want it to be a secret forever and he ultimately gave in, agreeing to make a formal announcement.
Harry thought, if you guys were going to announce your pregnancy to the world, you may as well do it in a big way. He wanted to announce it at the charity match. At the time of this decision, the match was still a few months away and by then you’d be able to tell the gender of the child so Harry hatched an even better idea.
With the agreement and help of the boys, he thought what’s better than one announcement? Two. He wanted to reveal the gender of the baby at the match. You thought a simple instagram post would’ve sufficed but Harry loves you and his baby so much that he wanted to make it a grand spectacle.
You had no idea what he was gonna do. He didn’t give you any information about what was gonna happen that day, just that you were going to be there on the pitch with him for it.
You love the man but you know what he’s capable of and you were a little nervous to say the least.
You were sitting with your girls aka the Sidemen missus, waiting for this ‘grand spectacle’ to happen. You were enjoying the match but in the back of your head, you were scared and quite excited. Excited because you would finally reveal your big announcement to the world but also find out the gender of said announcement.
You and Harry weren’t too focused on having a boy or a girl, all you two wanted was a happy, healthy baby. Although, that didn’t stop Harry and the boys making bets on what the gender would be. You remember listening to them ask about what sex position you conceived the child in.
You smacked Harry in the back of the head when he gave the boys all your intimate details.
“I hope you lose.” You muttered clutching your tummy.
“Hey, I’m investing for our little one’s education here. Watch me win this bet and give our little guy the best education a child can get.” He nudged your shoulder.
“Or girl.” You interjected.
“Well, I have money on a boy and if doggy style can tell us anything, then it’s that it’s gonna be a boy.” He said confidently. You shook your head, chuckling and rubbing your stomach.
“Whatever you are, hopefully, you’re smarter than your father.” You whispered to your baby.
The halftime show was about ready to start and this was the moment you were waiting for. Your nerves began acting up as if you were about to perform in front of 90,000 people.
A member of staff came to get you and you looked back at the girls with a worried glance. They all reassured you that everything would be fine and wished you luck, giving you hugs and kisses.
You followed the staff to the changing rooms where you finally met up with Harry and the other boys.
“Darling girl, come ‘ere.” Harry said immediately upon seeing you. He wrapped his arms around you, taking a moment to appreciate his life.
He's playing at Wembley with his best friends with his pregnant wife by his side about to announce it to the world.
He pressed a long kiss to the top of your head, grabbing both your hands.
“Ready my love?” He asked. You nodded, slowly. “Couldn't be anymore ready.” You responded with a shaky breath.
You two were guided out towards the pitch. Tinie Tempah was just about done with his set as you heard the announcement begin.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, today is a special day. Of course, we're here to raise money for charity and thank you to everyone who has donated or supported in some form or another. And because of your love and support for the Sidemen, there is a special announcement that one for the Sidemen wanted to share with you all.
Mr. and Mrs. Harry Lewis down there has something to tell you.”
Cheers and applause roared through the arena as all focus was on you and your husband. Harry was given the mic and began talking.
“Thank you everyone. Now as you know, we asked for some privacy for a while. Of course plenty of you had your assumptions as to why and some of you are correct.
Darling, could you show them?” Harry began, gesturing towards you.
You pulled off the large oversized jersey revealing a smaller cropped jersey that shows off your bulging belly.
The crowd was somehow louder as you made your reveal. Harry came up behind you and wrapped his hands around your stomach as the cheers continued.
You looked around at the crowd, their faces were in shock and disbelief. Some of them were crying, you looked over at your family's area seeing your parents crying with joy making you want to cry yourself.
“Hold on hold on, it's not over yet. There's something else we need to tell you.” Harry announced looking towards the entrance.
You were a little nervous about what was about to walk out.
What happened next, you would have never guessed.
Two giant inflatable babies walked out, one pink and one blue. You turned to look at Harry, he was wearing the biggest grin on his face.
“Did I do well or what?” He asked you, placing his arm around you.
“Okay, these two babies are going to fight for the gender of our child. Ready, set, go.” Harry announced. You looked at him like this is ridiculous but he was so happy with his idea you melted at his cheesy smile.
“Okay babies, I want a clean fight.” The announcer said.
The babies began fighting.
“Pink baby starts with a huge push, knocking blue baby off his feet. Blue baby bounces back, throwing a punch at pink baby. Pink baby stumbles but catches herself. Blue baby gets a running start and ooo- tackles pink baby to the ground. They're rolling back and forth, pink baby punches blue baby and oh blue baby seems to be passed out. Pink baby gets up, it looks like pink baby is the winn- wait blue baby isn't finished yet. Blue baby gets up and tackles pink baby from behind, pinning her to the ground. Pink baby is down, blue baby is counting down the seconds anddddd pink baby doesn't get up. Boys and Girls, Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems we have a winner, it's a boy!”
Cheers that seemed even louder than the last two erupted from the crowd. You felt all the tears fall from your eyes as Harry cupped your cheeks resting his forehead against yours.
“It's a boy.” You said through cries, your voice wavering. “I love you so much.” You continued.
“My darling girl, I love you and our boy so much.” He said placing a soft kiss to your lips. You looked up at him, the tears rolling down his cheeks. You chuckled through the tears as you wiped the tears off his cheeks.
“Thank you for all the support-” Harry said as he pulled away. He paused, unable to get his words out.
“Enjoy the rest of the match!” He ended it quickly, trying to get out of the public view before he completely fell apart. He placed his hand on the small of your back leading you back toward the changing rooms.
Everyone was making their way back to the pitch leaving you and Harry alone. He sat on the bench, pulling you onto his lap.
“A boy. I can't believe we're having a boy.” He said, his voice filled with happiness but wavering overcome by his emotions.
“I know, our mini wroetoshaw.” You said, running a hand through his hair.
“Would've been nice to have a mini you too.” He laughed.
“Well we can always make another one.” You giggled. He pressed his lips on yours, passionately kissing you, cupping your cheek.
“Now go win this thing.” You said as you pulled away. He placed another quick kiss on your cheek and stood up making his way back towards the pitch.
You made your way back to your seat, everyone congratulating you and cheering for you.
You looked down and saw Harry. He sent you a flying kiss, and you returned it.
Although Harry didn't win the match, he won something even better.
A little something written for those who need a little friendship to cheer you up, Harry Lewis will always look like he needs a hug.
Not completely proof-read but scanned
Enjoy xoxo
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Harry Lewis is feeling a certain down recently, Ethan takes the step to help bog. Sidemen are there for his friend, as they always will be <3
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Ethan had always known Harry to be the kind of person who laughed with his whole chest — the kind of laugh that made other people laugh, even if they didn’t get the joke. But lately, he’d been… muted. Like someone had turned down the volume on him, and no one knew where the remote had gone.
It started with smaller things. Missed messages. Jokes that didn’t land. The kind of silences that stretched just a little too long. Harry stopped staying late after shoots. Stopped showing up early for coffee. And when he was around, his smile looked like something he borrowed and forgot to return.
Ethan noticed it before anyone else. Maybe because he looked harder. Maybe because he knew, in that bone-deep, unspoken kind of way that best friends just do. But knowing and helping were two different beasts.
So he tried. In his own gentle way. Bringing over Harry’s favorite snacks. Texting dumb memes at 2 AM. Suggesting games they hadn’t played in years. He even suggested a walk once and Harry had gone quiet, eyes glazed over, then said maybe tomorrow.
Tomorrow never came.
It was a Wednesday when Ethan made the call.
Harry hadn’t answered his messages in two days. The kind of silence that felt heavy. Wrong. And when Ethan swung by his flat that afternoon, he could tell Harry was home, lights off, curtains drawn, but his car parked out front. Ethan stood at the door for a full five minutes before knocking.
Nothing.
His stomach twisted.
That night, Ethan opened the group chat.
Ethan:
Boys, I need your help. It’s about Harry.
It only took seconds for responses to roll in.
Tobi:
What’s going on?
Simon:
Is he alright?
Vik:
Ethan? You good?
Ethan:
I don’t think he’s okay. I’ve been trying to reach him. He’s been… off for a while. And I think it’s getting worse.
JJ:
I knew something was up. He’s been ghosting shoots. Didn’t even reply to my message about the Sidemen Sunday video.
Josh:
What can we do?
Ethan:
We go to him. All of us. He needs to know he’s not alone.
There was a pause. Then a flood of thumbs-up emojis and “I’m in.”
They showed up the next evening. Six of them. Not loud, not laughing, just present. Each holding something simple. Josh brought food. JJ brought that ridiculous hoodie Harry always stole. Vik brought a board game. Tobi had his speaker tucked under his arm. Simon had a card, handwritten, folded carefully, something he’d scratched out and rewritten a dozen times.
Ethan knocked. Again. Then quietly called through the door.
“Haz, it’s us.”
A long pause.
And then… the door opened.
Harry looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were dull, his skin pale. He wore the same jumper Ethan had seen him in two weeks ago. But more than that — he looked tired. The kind of tired that wasn’t about sleep. The kind that lived behind your ribs.
No one said anything for a moment. Then Tobi just stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug. No words. Just warmth.
Harry stood there, frozen, until something broke. His arms lifted slowly, hesitantly — and then he gripped Tobi back like he was afraid to let go.
The rest followed. Quiet, strong. Each hug chipped away at the shell Harry had built around himself. No one forced him to talk. They just came in, sat with him, and stayed. They filled the silence with laughter, stories, memories. JJ did impressions. Josh made tea. Vik set up the game. Simon sat beside Harry on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, not saying a word.
Ethan watched it all from the kitchen, eyes stinging.
It wasn’t a fix. It wasn’t magic. But it was something. And Harry — for the first time in weeks — let himself feel it. Let himself be seen. The mask slipped.
Eventually, as the sky outside faded into blue, Harry spoke.
“I didn’t know how to say it,” he whispered.
Ethan sat beside him. “Say what?”
“That I wasn’t okay. That I didn’t know how to be around people anymore. That waking up felt… like a chore.”
No one moved. No one rushed to fill the silence.
“You didn’t have to say it,” Simon said gently. “We see you, mate. We love you. All of us.”
Harry blinked hard.
“I thought I’d bring everyone down.”
“You’re not a burden,” Vik said. “You’re our friend.”
“You’re family,” JJ added.
Harry looked at them all — really looked. And for the first time, he didn’t feel like he had to smile to be loved. He just was.
He tugged the sleeves of his jumper down over his hands, fidgeting with the hem.
“Thanks for coming,” he said quietly.
Ethan nudged him with his elbow. “We never left.”
That night, the flat was full again. Full of laughter. Music. Quiet check-ins. The sound of pizza boxes opening. The sound of hearts being held.
Harry didn’t feel healed. But he felt something else.
Held. Heard. Home.
And for the first time in a long time, that was enough to start with.
The days that followed weren’t miraculous. There were no overnight transformations. No sudden bursts of joy or clarity. But there was a shift — a subtle, quiet one. Like the first hint of light before sunrise.
Harry woke up the morning after the boys came over and stared at his ceiling for a long time. For once, the weight on his chest wasn’t as unbearable. It was still there — he wouldn’t lie to himself about that — but it didn’t feel like it was going to crush him. Not with them around.
He got out of bed. That alone felt like something.
In the kitchen, a note was stuck to the fridge. Ethan’s handwriting.
“Didn’t want to wake you. But we’re all just a call away. Proud of you already. — E.”
Below it was a sticky note in Simon’s messy scrawl:
“Eat something. If it’s pizza again, I swear to god.”
Harry smiled. A real one, small and crooked.
That weekend, they didn’t make a big deal about anything. No deep talks. No forced moments. They just showed up.
Tobi started dragging Harry out on morning walks. Nothing intense — just ten, fifteen minutes. Sometimes they didn’t even talk. Just the crunch of leaves underfoot, the occasional point at a dog or a bird or a cloud that looked like a potato.
It helped more than Harry expected.
Josh dropped off groceries once a week, always slipping in little things he knew Harry liked — strawberry yoghurt, peanut M&M’s, the fancy bread he used to make fun of.
JJ started coming around randomly with music. Full USBs of curated playlists. “This one’s for getting out of bed,” he’d say. “This one’s for rage-cleaning your room. And this one’s just… for when your head’s noisy.”
Vik invited him over for low-stress hangouts. No cameras, no pressure. Just gaming nights where losing didn’t matter and no one asked, “Are you alright?” every five seconds.
And Simon — Simon just kept showing up. Sometimes with takeout. Sometimes with nothing at all. He’d sit on the floor and scroll through TikToks, narrating them dramatically until Harry cracked up.
Ethan was the quiet backbone of it all. Checking in, listening, giving space when needed and stepping in when Harry drifted too far into himself.
Then came a night in mid-November.
The group had planned a low-key evening — movie marathon, snacks, nothing heavy. They piled onto the couch like kids, arguing over which Lord of the Rings film to start with. Harry was tucked between Simon and Tobi, blanket half-draped over his legs.
He laughed at something JJ said — a proper, full laugh. It caught them off guard.
The room stilled for just a second. Ethan smiled across the room. Not a loud, victorious smile — just one of quiet recognition.
Later that night, when the movie played and most of them were dozing off, Harry looked over at Ethan.
“Hey,” he said.
Ethan turned. “Yeah?”
“Thanks for not giving up on me.”
Ethan’s eyes softened. “Mate. There’s no version of this where I would’ve.”
Harry nodded, throat tight. “I’m scared, sometimes. That I’ll slip back. That I won’t be enough.”
Ethan leaned in a little closer. “We all slip. But we catch each other. That’s the point, yeah?”
Harry didn’t trust his voice, so he just nodded again.
And Ethan added, “You’re more than enough, Haz. Always have been.”
The healing was slow.
Some days Harry still stayed in bed longer than he wanted to. Some nights he felt the familiar ache settle in his chest like an unwanted visitor. But now, he wasn’t alone in it. He wasn’t pretending anymore.
He started therapy, on Tobi’s recommendation. Quietly. Privately. One session at a time.
He let himself start journaling. Something Vik had mentioned helped him in uni. He didn’t overthink it — just little entries. Sometimes one line: “Got out of bed. Ate real food. Didn’t feel fake around the guys.”
And every time he doubted himself — every time the old thoughts tried to crawl back in — he remembered the night they all came over. The laughter. The food. The ridiculous hoodie. The music playlists. The way no one asked for anything except for him to be.
They gave him space to breathe again.
To exist.
To start over.
And that, more than anything, was what saved him.
Can I do a request for Willne where him and reader are together and him, James, Chris and Harry or whoever you want are reacting to like those tv shows like educating Yorkshire and they notice that reader is in it from when she was in Year 11 and she’s like rlly chaotic and messes around and Will and the rest of them are dying of laughter cuz they know her to be quite shy and more calm
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Educating Yorkshire. ⋆.ೃ࿔*
Willne x Reader ~ fluff
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ a/n: before you read this please know, I am a dumb American who watched a couple episodes of this show so please bare with me. I hope you enjoy this one!
“Right so, today I have a ton of special guests here to watch a few videos with me! Harry, Chris, Will and Reader! And today we’ll be reacting to the craziest clips from the shows Educating Yorkshire and Essex.” Arthur announced on his side of the screen.
You along with your boyfriend Will were asked to film a couple videos with the boys. Due to your busy schedules, you all decided it would be best to film reaction videos to make it easier for everyone. You were currently filming a video for Arthur’s channel but none of you had any idea of what the others were going to use as reaction material so you were in absolute shock when you heard Educating Yorkshire.
As a teenager you were somewhat troublesome and when the head master heard that this show was coming to your school, you were first to be volunteered. You never told Will, or anyone for that matter hoping that this would never come back to you.
Arthur hit play on the video and it began with an interview with a young girl (that young girl being you).
“Do you think you could’ve been kinder to your classmate?” The interviewer asked.
“Nah, she was runnin’ her mouth and talkin’ ‘bout me, she disrespected me in front of my friends. I aint gonna apologize to her.” You rambled on in the interview.
“Wait a second…” Will started putting the pieces together. Your heart sunk into the pit of your stomach. You definitely look different from then so you were hoping they wouldn’t recognize you but you couldn’t hide your thick accent regardless of how much you’ve tried to change it over the years.
“Right you slag, if you got somethin’ to say, say it to my face then!” Teen you shouted at another classmate.
You cringed watching yourself.
“Reader, you’ve got to calm down, and watch that potty mouth of yours.” The teacher said.
“I wasn’ talkin’ to you now wad I? Just shuddup ‘nd let me talk.”
Your accent was so thick at that point in your life and even though you’ve tried to change how you pronounce certain words, you just couldn’t.
“Wait, pause the video, I’m sorry, is that Reader? As in our Reader?” Chris pointed out.
“Yeah, that’s what I’ve just noticed, love what the fuck you doin’ there?” Will said bursting out into laughter.
“That’s not me?!” You tried arguing.
“Bollocks that’s not you, you sound exactly like her.” Harry added.
“No way this is Reader, this girl is loud and annoying!” Arthur shouted.
“Eh annoying!? I think this girl is just standin’ up for herself mate.” You argued, shocking the boys as your thick accent came out for a second. It always did when you were arguing.
“Who was that just now?” Will asked in disbelief.
“What?” You responded.
“Did your teenage self just possess you for a second there?” Chris added.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” You defended.
“‘Talkin’’ ‘standin’ mate you sound exactly like her.” Chris added.
“Reader, were you a bad kid growing up?” Arthur asked.
“I’d never expect that, she’s always the quietest fucking person ever. You basically have to force her to show up on camera and do a bit.” Harry explained.
“I wasn’ bad per say, just couldn’t get along with the other kids sometimes.” You defended.
“What year were you in at that point? Year 8?” Chris asked.
“Year 11.” You replied.
“You were in year 11 and acting like that?” Chris responded in shock.
“I wanted to punch her stoopid face right there ‘nd then.”
Arthur unpaused the video, showing another clip of your interview.
“Okay Reader, step outside then.”
“Ahh why you winding me up we’ve barely gotten’ to class and you’ve already put me on time out. Mate it aint my fault she’s got a big mouth.”
The boys burst out laughing as teenage you got kicked out the classroom and you huffed your way down the school hall.
“Oh my god that is her! Look at her angry face, I’ve seen that expression about a million times boys.” Will exclaimed, laughing like mad.
“Reader, you’re famous! Why didn’t you tell us!?” Chris teased making you roll your eyes.
“‘Why you winding me up’” Harry teased, copying your accent.
“Oh ha ha, get your digs in now. I ain’t ever gonna be in anotha' one of these.” You said crossing your arms.
“Oh come on Reader, it’s just, we can’t believe that’s actually you.” Chris said.
“Yeah, Love. How come you’ve never told me about this?” Will asked.
“It’s embarrassing. I was such a brat.” You explained.
“Noooo, you were adorable and you’ve definitely seemed to learn your lesson.” Will chuckled.
“Oh shuddup.” You said.
“Oi there she goes again.” Chris added. “Watch out Will, don’t want to piss her off now.”
“How come you're so different now though?” Arthur asked.
“It’s called maturing, I think you lot should try it at some point.” You rebutted making Will snicker.
“Are there any other clips of you we should watch?” Arthur asked scrolling through the recommended videos. He was sharing his screen so you could all see what he was looking at. As he scrolled you could see another video with your face as the thumbnail.
“Oh wait- wait go back, that one!” Harry shouted at Arthur.
“Reader, can you pay attention please.” The teacher called on you as you kept your head down on the desk.
“Reader.” She said more sternly this time.
“Ugh what? I’m listenin’ I don’t need to see ya.” You retorted.
The boys went wild with laughter.
Will was clutching his sides at this point, he could not believe his precious quiet girlfriend used to be a loud savage brat.
You thought he would want to break up with you after seeing you this way but this other side of you only made him fall deeper in love.
You had a fierce side that you only let out when you had to. Since Will’s never seen this side, it means you’ve never needed to be like this with him. He kept you calm because he loved you and he knew this.
“Reader, you’re bloody lovely, you know that?” Will basically had hearts in his eyes.
“Oh stop, not here Will.” You said blushing like crazy.
“Yeah not here Will, that’s enough, we don’t need the viewers seeing this.” Chris said with an awkward laugh.
“Will, how about you come over yeah?” You asked.
“Of course love, I’ll be right over. We’re done here right boys?” Will asked, already slipping his shoes on.
“Well no-”
“Okay good, see you soon love.” He said signing off.
“Great Reader, thanks a lot.” Arthur said sarcastically.
“You chose the video mate, bye lads see you soon.” You snickered, signing off.
You and Will spent that night talking about your entire past, no matter how embarrassing. You realized he didn’t care if you were troublesome, loud, or quiet. He loves your personality and loves you for who you are and you loved him just the same.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ pinv, pussy eating, unprotected sex (don't pls i beg)
"Congratulations to the winners for the 2026 Sidemen charity match, the YouTube Allstars!!"
Your heart fell as you heard that announcement ring throughout the entire stadium. You looked down at the pitch for Harry, your eyes quickly spotting that familiar number ‘77’ and your boyfriend’s dirty blonde locks.
He was smiling and cheering for the other team but you knew him all too well. You know how much he wanted to win despite him saying he doesn’t care who wins because it’s for charity. Deep down, he wanted to redeem himself for last year.
You watched how hard he trained, how much effort he put in for this match. Even as you watched the match, you could see the light in his eyes every time he had the ball and the disappointment every time his team missed.
He came up to you after receiving his medal. “You did so well out there baby, you did amazing.” You encouraged as he partially wrapped his arms around your waist through the fence between you two. “Thank you my love, I’ll see you in a bit.” He said kissing you on the lips as he ran off with the other boys.
You're heart felt heavy for him but you kept a smile on your face, hoping that you can do something to lift his spirits.
The match continued with the trophy ceremony and then a small afterparty afterwards. It wasn’t as crazy as it used to be, it was just a couple of beers and some filling food then it was over then you and Harry were on your way back home.
The ride to the hotel was quiet. ‘He’s just tired.’ You told yourself as a means to keep the peace. It wasn’t until you were in your own home that you finally said something.
“You know, I’m very proud of you. You’ve come so far and you work so insanely hard. I hope you know that.” You were sitting in front of your vanity, wiping off the war paint as he was getting ready for a bath.
He let out a deep sigh and walked over to you, you watched him through the mirror, a tired but lovesick smile on his face. He placed his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder, staring at you through the mirror.
“I know that darling but- but it would have been nice to win.”
“I’m sorry my love, I know how much this meant to you. You’ll always still be a winner in my eyes.” You turned around, as he kneeled between your legs, you wrapped your arms around him, giving him a much needed hug that dragged on for minutes.
The steady beat of you heart providing him comfort and tranquility.
“Come on.” You said standing up, pulling him towards the bathroom. “Let’s take a bath together, yeah?” You offered, as you began to run the water, checking the temperature.
His mood immediately changed and he nodded his head eagerly as he began undressing. You chuckled lightly at how fast his demeanor changed just at the thought of seeing you naked.
You took off your clothes, your back facing Harry. As you were about to pull down your underwear when you felt his fingers on your hips, tracing the edges of your panties.
“God, I’m so in love with you.” He murmured into your ear, he pressed soft kisses to your neck, trailing down your shoulder. His fingers hooked into between the fabric of your underwear and your skin, slowly tugging them down revealing you to him.
His hands roamed your body from trailing down your arms, to your stomach, latching back onto your hips. His member was throbbing at just the touch of you. You could feel him poking your ass from behind, the tip of his cock already leaking with precum.
“Let’s you showered first.” You stopped him, turning around and grabbing his hand. He pouted but followed your lead. The second he stepped into the bath, you noticed just how fast the warm water relaxed him. He was tired and a nice warm bath was exactly what he needed (aside from you).
Usually when you take baths together, you sit between his legs but this time, you wanted to switch it up. You told him to sit between your legs, you rubbed his back and shoulders. He immediately melted under your touch, a small moan leaving his lips as you pushed your thumbs into the fat of his skin.
After a while, you two continued to rest in the tub as he laid his head and back against your chest, the warmth of the water and the therapeutic lavender salts relaxing him to all oblivion.
You stayed like that for a while, Harry almost slipping into blissful sleep as you rubbed soap on his chest gently. As relaxing as it was, you had to get out at some point before you pruned up.
You and Harry dressed in the white fluffy robes that the hotel provides and hopped on the bed. He seemed extremely tired and you didn’t want to pressure him into anything but he already had other plans.
Without warning he flipped over so he was hovering over you.
“Harry-” He cut you off by smashing his lips onto yours. You kissed back immediately wrapping your fingers into his blonde locks.
He kissed you rough, hungry even. He’s been wanting to do this since the moment he stepped off that pitch. His hands explored your body, finding the belt to your robe and pulling it open revealing your naked body to him.
He trailed his kisses off your lips and onto your neck slowly moving down to your collarbone then your breast. He sucked on your nipple, holding the other in his hand, squeezing and massaging, making you feel insanely good.
His tongue swirled around your nipple, his eyes watching as you tilted your head back in satisfaction. His tongue trailed down to your stomach then down to your pelvis until his face was between your legs, inches away from your wet clit.
He buried his face in your pussy, eating you out knowing exactly what he’s doing. You squirmed and arched as the feeling of his tongue and lips moved around your folds like they belonged to him (which they did).
You were leaking with your liquids as he continued, cleaning you up and loving just how good you taste. He reached under your thighs pulling you closer, burying his face impossibly deeper into you. You yanked on his hair only egging him on more as he starting sucking harder bringing you closer to climax.
You bit your lips, feeling your legs begin to shake as his tongue did wonders between them. Suddenly he pulled out leaving you missing the warmth of his mouth only for him to rip off his robe and replace his mouth with his cock, slamming right into you.
“Harry!” You screamed at the sudden pressure of his massive cock fully inside you.
"Sorry darling, couldn't help it.” He told you as he began thrusting in and out of you slowly. Slow enough for you to feel every inch of him. He hovered over you, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You grabbed at his back, your nails digging into him the deeper he went.
His hips rocked into you slowly, lovingly. He wanted to make sure to take this slow and make you feel amazing.
“Fuck, Harry, fuuu-ck” You stuttered, your brain turning into a fog at the intense feel of euphoria as he dug into you deeper.
You felt yourself about to release as his dick repeatedly pounded into your core.
“Harry, fuck, I’m about to-”
“Go ahead darling.” He said as he stood up and picked up his pace but still slamming his entire member into you stretching you wide just for him. You balled the sheets in your fists as you couldn’t hold on any longer, your brain completely shutting off for a second as your walls broke and your juices spilled out of you and onto Harry’s cock.
He kept thrusting, making you wince at the intense feeling, until you finally felt his own liquid fill you up. He fell back onto you, still inside you, as he rode out his high. His cock throbbing and twitching inside of you. You were face to face. His blue eyes were dark, his hair was just as messy as ever, and he was struggling to catch his breath.
You stayed like that for a few minutes until he finally pulled out and laid down beside you.
It was silent apart from your heavy breathing with the rapid rise and fall of your chests. Your fingers somehow found each other and intertwined as you stared up at the ceiling until you looked over to see him already staring at you.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He said softly.
“Stop it.” You laughed.
“No seriously, how the fuck did I get so lucky with you?”
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ a/n: can you tell I've been rewatching Bridgerton in preparation for the new season? lol, hope you enjoy!!
“You have the most perfect skin.” Harry said, his finger trailing a line gently down your arm. His eyes steady and focused on yours. Your heart skipped a beat at his soft touch.
“And you are the most perfect man.” You returned ruffling your hand through his soft hair. You two were lying on your bed, early in the morning needing to get on with your day at some point.
The soft warmth of the bed would truly be missed but the thing that would be missed more was the embrace and comfort of one another. You didn’t want to go to work and Harry didn’t want to go either.
He pulled you closer pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Can we just stay in bed forever?” He asked, his morning voice groggy and musky and so very attractive.
“I wish. I need to get to work and you need to get to your shoot.” You informed, your arm wrapping around him tighter as you took a mental note of the way he feels, molding into the side of his body perfectly.
“What if..” He said trailing off. You propped your head up to look at him better. He bit his lip in the way he does when he’s thinking of something.
“What if we both call in sick?” A huge devilish smile formed on his face as he seemed quite content with his idea.
“That’s ridiculous. We have to go in today.” You told him, resting your head on his chest, carefully listening to the sound of his heart beating lightly.
You felt him shift slightly, extending his arm to the night stand beside the bed as he reached for his phone. You watched as he typed something into his phone and then set it back down a few seconds later.
“Done.” He smiled at you pulling you impossibly closer.
“Did you actually just call in sick?” You asked with a slight hint of amusement in your voice.
“Of course I did. Now it’s time for you to do the same.” He said, reaching his arm around you and grabbing your own phone. You watched as he unlocked it and found the number to your work.
“Just one click and we can stay like this all day.” He grinned. You looked at him with an ‘are you serious’ face but all he could do was push the phone towards you.
You reluctantly took the phone and called in sick. The moment you ended the call, Harry attacked you with soft kisses all over your face. You squealed as he hugged you tighter, pulling the duvet up higher.
Both of you now wrapped around each other’s arms, the stillness and calm of the room creating a nice serenity making it feel like you two are the only people on the planet.
“I love you so much darling, you must know that by now.” He said, his face a mere inch away from yours, his voice deep and lustrous. You felt your heart patter at his words.
“Of course my love.” You closed the gap and planted a soft kiss to his lips.
The morning continued with you in each other’s arms. Whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears, trailing lines on your supple skin.
You could spend the entire day in bed with him but you grew hungry by noon and decided it was finally time to get up. As you stood up, Harry groggily trailed behind, his hand never leaving your waist as you made your way towards the kitchen.
“What would you like darling?” He asked as he opened the fridge. You leaned over on the island counter with a cheesy little smile. “Surprise me.”
Harry doesn’t cook often but will whenever you’re around to show you his skills to try and impress you as if he is still competing for your love. You admire it but he doesn’t need to try hard anymore since he already has all your love.
He surprised you with a full english breakfast, you looked at him in shock as he presented his dish.
“What?” He chuckled while adding a glass of orange juice.
“You didn’t have to go all out for me.” You said with a small laugh as you looked at the spread. The smell of the sausage and eggs making your mouth water. He faked a look of hurt.
“How could I not? A princess deserves only the finest.” He said, faking a posh accent. You laughed, reaching for his hand. “Thank you.” You replied.
“Hurry and eat before it gets cold.” He said digging into his own plate. You stared at him for a few moments, admiring him. He looked up and gestured at your plate with his fork. You nodded and began to eat.
After the meal, you two settled on the couch with a blanket pulling up some random rom com which you won’t be watching. You don’t need entertainment to be entertained, only each other and that’s how it remained the rest of the night.
You don't need to go out into the world or partake in frivolous activities but rather only need to be in each other’s space to be content. A quiet love that doesn’t require much construction but just each other.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ a/n: anotha one... actually I might have one more up my sleeve but after that one I think I'm done with charity match fics. Not bad though, last year I wrote one, this year I have four up and a fifth on its way (maybe).
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ not proofread
The match was over after about an hour and half with Youtube Allstars scoring the winning penalty. You looked down at the pitch seeing Chris and Harry taking huge sips of their water bottles. You can’t even imagine how tired they must be. They played a great game showing off their amazing skills but although they gave it their all it was down to those final pens.
You, Harry, and Chris have been good friends for ages. You were always there for them and vice versa. Never did you lot ever express any kind of romantic sentiment for each other (well at least not in front of each other). Harry and Chris were men meaning they obviously saw you in a different light at times. Whether it be when you’re wearing really short shorts around them or even just a towel.
They’ve always found you attractive but they’d never act on anything because you were their best mate. Well you have to admit that you’ve had similar feelings at times. Harry made every girl go crazy and you just couldn’t help but swoon whenever he wore those glasses or his rugged voice in the mornings when you planned on spending the day together. Chris was insanely fit, you’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times letting you get a good look at just how toned that man truly is.
Seeing them sweaty and in all their glory down on the pitch today made you feel something. Something insatiable was growing inside you. You could just devour them, but you can’t can you? You were friends, there was a strict line that could not be crossed or can it?
After all the celebrations were over, it was time for the afterparty. Back then you and the boys would go buck wild, drinking and maybe do some other naughty things all night long until the sun rose then finally pass out in the morning- but that was then, now in your older age you guys would rather sit down with a good meal and a few drinks.
So you were sat between Harry and Chris as everyone ate their meals and chatted amongst themselves.
“You guys played a good game! Harry, I saw all those assists, nice of you to help the boys with their goals.” You gushed taking a bite of your food.
“Oh that was nothing. Honestly it felt like I was just playing about on the pitch with the lads, the only difference was that you weren’t right on the pitch screaming about my form.” He chuckled causing Chris to join in.
“Oh yes, Reader, the professional footballer who can’t even score a goal.” You shoved Chris for his comment making him groan.
“Hey, I’ve watched you guys play enough football over the years to learn a couple of things. Who wouldn’t start to pay attention to these things when they’re forced to watch football matches every season.” You went on.
“I thought you enjoyed those matches? Who else would I have taken anyways? A girl? Why when I have a partial one, right here.” Harry said, patting your head. This time it was his turn getting shoved.
“He’s not wrong. You might as well be our girlfriend with the amount of time we spend together. A polyamorous relationship is it?” Chris added.
“Gross, I would not date you or you, I have high standards.” You scoffed.
“Eh clearly not, you’ve been in relationships with knobs for the last ten years. We might as well all get married, we’re never finding ‘the one’.” Chris explained.
“They weren’t knobs.” You muttered, sipping your drink.
“Oh so it’s okay to just call you names and push you then?” Harry said beginning to get a little annoyed with your past relationships.
“Well no, but sometimes it’s fine.”
“Like when?” Chris laughed.
“In the bedroom.” You said, not staring up from your food. Chris and Harry exchanged looks then burst out laughing.
“Bollocks. You don’t like that stuff.” Harry scoffed.
“Who says?” You teased. Chris’ eyes widened.
“I suppose you like spanking and being called a slut then?” Chris asked.
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind it. Guys stop it, can we just eat.” You said getting slightly embarrassed with your face turning hot.
“I don’t believe it. I always thought you’d be boring in the bedroom. Missionary and that’s it, I bet it’s over in like five minutes.” Harry egged you on.
“You had severely underestimated me. I know how to please a man and I can be dirty.” You rebutted.
“Prove it then.” Harry pushed. Chris looked at him with his eyes wide and his eyebrows furrowed, mouthing a ‘mate what’ to him. Harry nodded him off.
“What?” You asked. This was seriously not happening right now.
“Prove that you can be naughty in the bedroom. Come back with me and Chris and show us.” Harry said cockily, leaning back against the booth. You exchanged glances with Chris.
“You cannot be serious.” You said in absolute disbelief.
“Mate are you serious?” Chris added.
Harry looked at both of you unphased as if this was just some casual talk amongst friends.
“See, if you truly were adventurous, you would agree. Now we know.” Harry said smugly taking a large swig of his beer.
“Okay fine, let’s go.” You said. Your heart was racing. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or just bluffing, only calling it would show you the truth.
“Good let’s go.” Harry said standing up finishing the last of his drink. You stood up and followed behind Harry until you noticed Chris was still frozen in the seat.
“Wait is this actually happening then?” Chris asked dumbfounded.
Harry nodded. “Yep, c’mon mate.” He said his goodbyes to the rest of the boys and their missus as you trailed behind him, waving at everyone. Chris quickly stood up, his demeanor immediately changing, you could see he was clearly nervous and (just like you) still unsure if you three were actually about to go home and have a threesome.
The ride to Harry’s flat was quiet. There was no casual conversation as there usually was. Chris was tapping his fingers on his leg, still nervous and unsure if this was actually about to go down. Harry (whom you were seeing in an entirely different light) was calm and collected, a cockiness clouding around him as he just stared out the window, his hand dangerously close to your bare thigh since you had on a tight black dress with Chris and Harry’s number sewn on each side of the bottom ruffles of it.
You were a bit of both of them. You were nervous but Harry knows that you never back out of a bet. You had to prove you were right, even if it meant you had to fuck your friends just to prove a point.
You three arrived at Harry’s flat. You went up the lift, trailed behind the boys all the way to the door and as Harry unlocked it, reality set in and you prepped yourself.
The first few seconds were awkward but the tension that was building all the way here soon broke.
Chris and Harry sat on the couch as you sat in between them, mimicking the seating arrangement at the party.
“Go on then.” Harry egged you on again. This was the straw that broke the camels back.
You smashed your lips to Harry’s without warning. He kissed you back immediately, pulling you over his lap, gripping onto your waist. You could feel the lump in his shorts as you straddled him.
His lips were soft, softer than you’d expect. You kissed him roughly making sure to get your point across. Your fingers found their way to his hair, tugging on it earning a small moan from him allowing you just enough space to slip your tongue in establishing dominance.
That’d quickly change when he pushed you off of him, pulling down his short and boxers revealing his massive throbbing cock. You gasped at the sight, you’ve never seen his member before (you didn’t expect it to be that big).
He grabbed the back of your head pushing your face onto his cock. “Open.” He growled. You nodded, opening your mouth wide enough to take him in. He shoved your head onto his cock roughly making you gag as the tip hit the back of your throat.
“C’mon Chris join in.” Harry said with a chuckle as he balled up your hair in his fist using you as his personal fleshlight. Your head was pushed back and forth on his fat cock, every motion shoving him deeper as your spit accumulated in your mouth leaking down your chin.
“Fuckin’ hell Reader, didn’t expect your mouth to feel so fucking good.” Harry groaned as he pushed faster.
Chris watched, a hard on of his own in his pants. “She’s got fucking hands Chris.” Harry motioned for Chris to get his dick out already. Chris pulled down his pants and boxers in one go.
“C’mon love, you can work two of them can’t you? Little whores probably a pro at handling this many dicks.” Harry chuckled tilting his head back in satisfaction. You hallowed your cheeks, swirling around his cock in a type of reply. He shuttered at you reply pulling your head back so you could see Chris.
You looked down and saw Chris’ veiny cock up and eager for your touch with a dribble of precum already leaking out of him. You wrapped your manicured nails around him (the nails that also carried their numbers on them) and began pumping using his precum lube.
Harry smirked at how he could use you however he wanted and you had to listen.
“Take him in your mouth.” Harry ordered. He grabbed your hips angling your body so that you were on all fours on the cock, your head near Chris’ cock and you ass up.
Harry kneeled behind you lifting up your dress over your back revealing your soaked panties. His fingers trailed your pussy lips feeling the wetness that was seeping through. “Chris, she’s already fucking wet the slag.” He chucked as his fingers found the hem of your panties, pulling them down to reveal your glistening heat.
His fingers ran down your ass to your clit making you shudder at his touch. You subconsciously pushed yourself against his finger, lustful for his touch making him pull away. “Ah, go on and suck on the cock you’ve got and I’ll do this for you.” He said.
You placed your lips around Chris’ pink tip, using the pad of your tongue to lick up the rest of his precum then fully taking him in your mouth. “Fuck.” He groaned, throwing his head back as your tongue swirled around his cock. You bobbed your head up and down slowly trying to take as much of him into your mouth as you could.
Harry lined up to your entrance, grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing his tip along your folds making you moan and push up against him again.
“Ah, I told you to focus on your job.” He warned in a stern voice. You rolled your eyes as you kept sucking Chris off but you struggled to focus on Chris with Harry running his fat tip across your folds, teasing you when you desperately wanted his dick inside you.
You felt Chris twitch in your mouth as he felt himself about to release into your mouth. In that moment, Harry fully rammed into your cunt, his balls rubbing against your clit.
Chris’ filled up your mouth but the pressure of Harry’s cock made your brain fog. Chris’ liquid spilled out of your mouth, running down your chin as you gripped onto the fabric of the couch.
“Fughhgk” You said as your walls closed in on Harry’s veiny cock. Harry gripped your hips as he thrusted into harder, deeper picking up his speed.
“You like it like that huh? You like being a filthy fucking slut being used like this. Fucking take it.” Harry said, balling your hair in his fist pulling you up so you were against him.
“Go on Chris fucking milk the bitch.” Harry said. Chris kneeled in front of you cupping your breast taking it in your mouth, his tongue sucked your nipple while his other hand roamed down finding your clit. You were on overload as he massaged your clit while Harry fucked you hard.
“Mmh, too much.” You stammered gripping Harry’s hips behind you. “Harder?” He teased. You closed your eyes letting all the moans pour out of you as he held your stomach pushing you onto his cock even harder.
Chris spit on your tits, sucking on them and pulling away letting a string of saliva trail from his mouth to your nipple. You felt your legs begin to shake and they knew you were close. That’s why Harry pulled out. Chris stood up and Harry pushed you forward onto the couch. You fell forward with a groan.
You held yourself up with your elbows. “Can’t let you come yet princess.” Harry growled.
He sat on the lounge chair across from the couch, grabbing his cock and rubbing himself. “Eat her out Chris.” He ordered. Chris kneeled between your legs, smashing his mouth onto your heat, beginning to suck hard. The feeling was so intense, so good, you couldn’t handle it.
You tried closing your legs but Chris pushed them open. Harry stood up, wanking himself off and aiming his cock at your face.
“You like being dirty huh love.” He teased as he released himself on your face. You opened your mouth catching him in your mouth. “I didn’t even have to tell her, she did it herself.” Harry laughed, placing his thumb on your bottom lip aiming directly in your mouth.
Chris was doing wonders on your cunt, his tongue repeatedly ramming your g-spot making you wince at the pleasure. “Fuck Cchri-ss.” You hissed, gripping onto the couch cushions.
“Shut up.” Harry said shoving his dick back in your mouth fucking your facing. You choked on his cock, tears welling up in your eyes. Chris’ tongue finally pushed you over the edge as you felt yourself shudder with your release.
Chris licked up all your juices trailing his tongue along your folds making sure to lick you up clean. “Fuck you taste so good.” He moaned. Harry pulled his cock out catching some of your release on his fingers, you watched as he brought them up to his lips, licking them clean.
“You’re right. I’m surprised something so dirty can taste so good.” Harry laughed.
Chris and Harry hovered over you like you were just some exhibit.
“Right, stand up.” Harry ordered. You stood up, standing in between them. You watched as they angled themselves just right then both of them slipped into your ass and cunt at the same time.
Your brain shut off for a second at the overstimulation. Both of their thickness filing each other and smashing into you repeatedly. It felt insanely good, your body was tingling, you were moaning like a pornstar. Harry was fucking you from behind while Chris from the front.
Harry grabbed your neck, his large hand making your neck seem so small. He held you against him as he thrusted into you, his member feeling so good inside your asshole. The pressure from both holes being filled felt heavenly. You could barely hold yourself up.
Chris noticed and held your hips steady as he got off just by watching your reacting. You were sweaty, your hair sticking to your forehead, your head tilted back as Harry’s hand covered your neck. Your tits were pressing against his chest but still jiggled with every thrust into you.
Chris felt his cock twitch as he released his load into you, sputtering but still trying to fill you up. Harry felt his own release and came soon after, pulling out of you leaving a mixture of their liquids spilling out of you and down your legs.
You felt weak in the knees as they pulled you onto the couch. You pussy sore but you felt amazing. You were in a haze of euphoria as the boys took a seat beside you. Nothing was said as you took a moment to all catch your breath.
“Did that really just happen?” Chris asked, breaking the silence.
“You know what, I’ll never doubt you again.” Harry told you. You threw him a glare, raising your eyebrows.
᯽ ݁˖· ─ a/n: the fic I promised ages ago lol. also guys I don’t know what this is. I don’t know the French players well, I don’t remember what happened in the match that well and I ain’t rewatching it so please bare with me. I did look up the names of the players for reference though so I did a bit of research 🤓
᯽ ݁˖· ─ note: every sentence in italics is supposed to be in ‘French’.
The roar of the crowd was intense, reality was setting in, you were about to play football in front of an arena full of hundreds of people. The France versus England match was about to commence and you were nervous to say the least.
You were playing for the French side which may have looked a bit strange from your part considering you were actually British. You moved to France over a year ago now and have already built strong relationships with French content creators. One of which being Cocottee, who was the one who actually invited you to the match.
You love football so obviously you agreed but then you felt a bit hesitant when you heard that you and her were the only females to play. You almost backed out but everyone reassured you that everything would be fine. You were amazing at football so regardless of what happens you had your skills to fall back on.
Your hands were shaking as you stepped out into the arena, your back already soaked with sweat on this hot and humid day. Your eyes grew large and gleamed with excitement as you looked around at the packed stadium. Hundreds of screaming fans, some holding signs for you, you immediately felt relaxed upon seeing your own fans there cheering you on.
You threw air kisses to them feeling confident in yourself, finally letting your nerves drift away, you were in this to win.
Everyone ran out on the pitch to practice and run some drills- nothing too major.
“Ready to smash this thing!?” One of your teammates shouted at you. You nodded your head excitedly as you continued the running drills. You kicked the ball around with some of your teammates, your eyes wandering around the stadium, specifically at the other team.
You met some of the members of the England team briefly at some parties while others you’ve only ever seen in videos. Besides the brief interactions at the pregame meal, you didn’t really know them well. You were scanning each of their faces until you landed on a pair of bright blue eyes already staring back at you. He quickly dropped his gaze upon you noticing but you didn’t stop until you saw his number, 77.
After warmups, each team went into their changing rooms, changing into the match kits. You were ready for the match.
Both teams did the walk out past the trophy. You didn’t realize it but you were walking beside number 77.
“Good luck.” He said briefly.
“Thanks, you too.” You replied. He cocked his head in confusion for a second but quickly turned his attention back towards the match.
The match started after the national anthem. You were on the pitch as right winger starting off behind Amine. Simon kicked the ball and it was off.
You played to your best ability, stealing the ball from the other team, performing the plays that you and your team had practiced over the last few weeks- you were on fire.
You had many close calls scoring the ball into their net but they had a pretty good defense. This tall ginger guy was noticeably very good, you were impressed at how he basically defended the ball with his life. The one guy who was undoubtedly really good was number 77. He was playing defense and you were told to cover him after a few minutes in by your captain.
You did your best to shadow him, to protect the ball. He quickly took notice and got closer to you, merely a few feet apart. The ball would come towards the two of you and you exchanged glances as you rushed for it, 77 hot on your tail as he rammed into your side (not too hard but just enough to kick the ball back towards the other side of the pitch).
You groaned as you heard him snicker. “You wanna play dirty, alright let’s play then.” You told him as he threw his hands up in defense.
The ball was in the centre of the pitch being kicked between both teams, each giving it their best. The ginger guy from earlier kicked the ball towards 77 and you knew you had to block.
You ran closer to 77 and slammed your body into his side causing him to stumble, you laughed to yourself, briefly looking back as you kicked the ball towards your teammate who was open.
You watched as he kicked the ball towards the goal only to be blocked by a curly haired guy, the ball was making its way back towards you so you rushed to kick it only to be tripped up with number 77 causing you to fall to the ground with him. Both your bodies knocking into each other, rolling and somehow ending with you landing on his chest.
As strange as it sounds, it seemed like time had slowed down for a second. You could hear the rapid thumping of his heart, feel the warmth of his sweaty body under yours. You quickly broke out of your state when you heard a whistle. You picked yourself off of him, extending a hand out to him.
He took it and you two parted ways without looking back but both feeling somewhat different.
The game continued with a few passes back and forth, your team scored a goal but that was about it for this half.
Half time was called and both teams ran off the field towards the locker rooms.
Half time lasted a pretty long time so after both teams recharged and refreshed, you guys all went out to the pitch and practiced a bit in the dark as the show went on.
You spotted number 77 sitting on the bench by himself scrolling on his phone. You grabbed one of your favorite sports drinks and walked over to him.
“Hey.” You said taking a seat beside him. He put his phone down and now you two were sat in complete darkness with only the faint light from the stage illuminating your faces.
“Here, I brought you this.” You said handing him the drink. He took it, opening it and taking a swig.
“Thanks, what is it?”
“One of my favorite sports drinks, it’s a french brand so you know its good.” You said with a chuckle and a wink.
“Why so friendly all of a sudden?” He asked with a small laugh.
“What!? I can’t show good sportsmanship?” You chuckled while taking a swig of your own drink.
“Well earlier it looked like you wanted to bite my head off.”
“Nah, it’s fine. I just get competitive during games I guess.” You laughed.
“Same here, but I thought this was a friendly match, you’ve got us on a string.” He laughed with a huff.
“I think we really just want to win for home team, nothing too serious.” You reassured.
You two continued having a friendly chat, getting to know one another quite quickly. You learned his name was Harry and you quickly learned that he was actually a really funny and gentle guy. He had your sides hurting from laughing too much and you quickly found yourself very comfortable around him.
The half time show was coming to an end but you didn’t want to stop talking to Harry. It was strange but you grew close in such a short time.
“Let’s pick this up later- maybe after the game?” He asked in a cute high pitched voice raising his brows. You laughed at his silly behavior and nodded your head passing him your phone.
You two went your separate ways as you went back to the small room that was supposedly the girl's “changing rooms.”
“That boy get you all smiley!?” Cocottee said nudging your shoulder. Your face quickly grew a light shade of pink as you fixed your trainers.
“Perhaps a little.” You said with a small laugh pinching your fingers slightly. She gasped grabbing both your shoulders and shaking you slightly.
“Ahh, you're gonna finish this game with a new boyfriend!!” She exclaimed excitedly. You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't stop your lips from curving into a large cheesy smile as the flutter in your stomach grew at the thought.
Back on the pitch, you found yourself distracted by Harry who, unbeknownst to you, was distracted just the same.
“Harry!” Ethan shouted at the lad for the second time. Harry jumped as he crashed down to reality, turning to face a confused Ethan. “Sorry mate, what happened?” He responded quickly.
“You checking out that girl ova’ there?” Ethan asked pointing to you (as you were doing a quick leg stretch).
Harry grew bright red making a huge smile form on Ethan's face. “You dog!!! Did you get her number at least!?” Ethan asked excitedly patting Harry on the back.
Harry nodded his head vigorously making Ethan holler in excitement. “Right well don't let the fanny get to your head, we gotta beat these frenchies now.” Ethan told him patting his shoulders. Harry nodded as Ethan walked away, stealing one more glance at you before running off to his position.
The game continued with a few ups and downs. Things were rough for both teams and there was some slight tension in the air but the match was finally over and the French team took the glory.
A huge celebration was had as you celebrated with the rest of your team. Although your emotions were high and you were slightly overstimulated with all the noise, your eyes caught a smiling Harry watching you from the side of the pitch.
You smiled at him and pointed to the trophy. He clapped for you showing his own good sportsmanship and praise as you just chuckled, turning your attention back towards the celebration but your ears burning hot as you felt his eyes still on you.
Everything wrapped up rather quickly. It was already quite late when you were finished. The team was going out for a celebration dinner but you had other ideas. You wondered the halls of the stadium as fans were being guided out and everything was being packed up. You took some pictures, signed a few shirts, and just enjoyed being around fans.
“Can I get a picture please!?” You heard a somewhat familiar voice say. You turned around already smiling as you saw it was Harry with a cheesy grin on his face.
“Does that mean you're a fan now?” You asked.
“You were a badass on that pitch of course I'm a fan now, respect.” He said.
“Well thank you, but shouldn't you be out with your boys?”
“I'd much rather be here instead, you know, with the winner.” He smirked.
“Oh so you're just here to steal all my glory then?” You said with fake annoyance.
“Well yes, but I was also wondering if you wanted to grab that bite to eat with me?” You could tell his demeanor had changed, that slightly cocky confidence had fizzled into shyness as his ears grew red at the question.
“Sure, it's the least I can do after whooping your ass out there.” You chuckled as you two began walking towards the back exit.
“Oh come on that wasn't even my best performance! You saw like 50% Wroetoshaw out there!” He exclaimed, walking backwards in order to look at you for your reaction.
You narrowed your eyes, raising your eyebrow inquisitively. “50%? I'd like to see you at 100 then!” You egged him on.
“Ah, okay let's go to the pitch then!” He suggested.
You looked at him like he was crazy. “We just played a whole game and you already wanna go back?” You asked in bewilderment.
“Gotta show you what I'm made of unless you're scared you're gonna lose.” He said, staring at you for your response, a smug look on his face. You thought about it for a moment and shrugged your shoulders. “Okay, you're on, but don't cry when I beat you again.” You teased as you began walking back towards the pitch. His mouth dropped in fake offense as you just snickered.
You two made your way back to the pitch somehow weaseling your way into letting the groundskeeper let you guys play a quick match.
“Right, don't let the ball pass your line~” He began, laying out the rules.
“Yeah yeah, just kick the ball.” You said trying to rile him up. He looked at you with slight annoyance at your cockiness but also admiration. He found it charming nonetheless.
You ran rings around him showing off your amazing football skills but he also played a pretty good match showing you that he was just as good.
You kicked the ball towards his line aiming for his right side as you ran closer you switched sides going left trying to dupe him. His reflexes are quicker than you thought as he turned a sharp left almost knocking into you but successfully stealing the ball.
You gasped at him throwing a ‘you did not just do that’ expression. He winked as he kicked the ball over your line.
The ball started in the middle as you both ran for it, your ankles knocking into each other as you both kicked making the ball roll to the right. You exchanged quick glances as you both went for the ball, you were closest when suddenly you tripped on your own feet.
You fell to the ground landing on your back as Harry (who was running right behind you) couldn't stop himself in time and ended up crashing into you, falling right on top.
You braced yourself for the impact, shutting your eyes tightly and squeezing your arms against your body.
The impact never came.
Your eyes fluttered open to revealing Harry hovering over you. His arms on each side of you holding himself up.
No words were spoken, just the sound of both your heavy breathing. It took you off guard seeing him this close. His blue eyes were much clearer than before, a glint of something in them. His jawline was sharp even at this weird angle, you could notice it.
He was so, handsome. You were starstruck at just how attractive he was up close. He felt exactly the same.
He noticed your facial features, the detail of your face that he would have missed further away. The beautiful shimmer in your eyes, the slight puffiness of your lips, the way your eyes fluttered so beautifully like an animated cartoon. You were stunning.
He couldn't stop himself for what he did next.
He closed the gap between you two, smashing his soft lips to yours. Your eyes widened but you soon felt yourself kiss back. His lips were so warm, so soft, you melted into him.
There was a fire brewing in the pit of your stomach at the intense emotions you felt. The exhilaration that came with this sudden kiss skewed your sense of judgement. You knew you should have pushed him off but instead you pulled him closer, eventually flipping you over so that you were straddling him.
The kiss deepened, your tongues fought for dominance as he explored your mouth occasionally nipping at your bottom lip making you moan with pleasure.
If you weren't basically dry humping on the pitch you would have taken it further (you almost did.)
“Ahem.” You heard a faint fake cough. You two looked over to see the groundskeeper, slightly embarrassed at the situation with a hint of annoyance.
“Can you two wrap this up please?” He asked. Your faces turned beet red. You quickly got off of him, motioning for him to stand as well. You two quickly rose to your feet dusting off your clothes as the groundskeeper smiled shaking his head and walking away.
You two looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“Right so I've managed to embarrass myself in front of a pretty girl and a random French donny, nice.” He said ruffling his hair as you two walked towards the stadium exit.
“Yes, yes you did. But you did do pretty well out there so I think it cancels it out.” You said with a laugh.
“On for dinner still?” He asked half joking, half serious.
