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.
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 :)
you somehow get talked into doing a classic lie detector test video with the sidemen, but your crush on harry has been getting worse every time you see him. you're worried simon is onto you -- and he's running the test.
light angst n fluff
word count: 1.6K
maybe set a few years back since their lie detector video was a very long time ago lol
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"your turn!" simon announces in a singsongy tone, a shit-eating grin on his face as he turns to you.
he's caught you staring at harry one too many times recently. noticed you looking for reasons to touch him or sit near him even more. he's clearly getting fed up with your hesitation to do anything real about your feelings for the blond boy next to you, and you're worried (and almost positive) he's about to use this polygraph test video to ruin your life.
you sigh and lift yourself up off the couch to get wired up to the machine. little do you know that harry's eyes are locked on your every move, his head tilting slightly as you walk away to stare at your bum, and simon watching him with arms crossed and an amused eyebrow raised. it's not only you simon is annoyed with, but harry as well, watching you both pine for each other and doing nothing about it. simon clears his throat loudly, snapping harry out of it, and snorting when he sees him go red with embarrassment.
after calibrating, simon goes 0 to 60 on his questions.
"do you find any of the sidemen attractive?"
you roll your eyes. here we fucking go. "what an original question to ask the only woman in the video," you sigh. "yes, I do."
the room fills with "ooh"s and laughs. "she's telling the truth," the facilitator confirms.
"is it... jj?" simon prods, knowing it's obviously not fucking jj.
"no," you respond bluntly.
"oy!" jj shouts from the couch, and everyone cackles at his offended tone. you look at him with slight pity. "you're like, really funny, mate," you comfort mockingly, adding salt to the fake wound for another round of laughs.
"is it... me?" simon jokes, a smirk on his face.
you grimace, "ew no. talia's definitely up there though," you retort, promptly looking into the camera with an exaggerated wink and a 'call me' gesture.
"watch it, mate. I hold your life in my hands," simon reminds you.
"oh no!" you pretend to look scared for the sake of the bit, but unfortunately simon didn't like that.
"is it... harold?" he interrogates, an evil glint in his eye.
you inhale sharply. part of you thought maybe he wouldn't actually go there. your eyes flicker in harry’s direction for a split second to see him watching you intently. you throw your head back and groan in frustration. "yes,” you grumble through your teeth.
everyone but harry laughs and cheers as you put your head in your hands, feeling totally exposed and sifting through all the ways you might be able to get away with murdering simon in your head.
“would you say you… fancy harold?” simon continues.
“I know where you live, simon,” you hiss threateningly.
the facilitator chimes in, "she's telling the truth."
“answer the question please,” he pressures, and you know he's not going to drop the subject.
you take a deep breath, and look back at harry. his expression is unreadable, but he locks eyes with you immediately, and the pink dusting on his cheeks is maybe a little promising?
“yes,” you finally manage, certain you’ve never been more red in your life. you’re a grown woman and you’ve been forced to tell a boy you have a crush on him in front of all your friends. you feel 12 years old all over and you want to hide in the school toilets.
“she’s telling the truth.”
“yeah we fuckin’ know, girl,” you spit at the facilitator. you will absolutely have to apologize to her later. at least everyone else finds your outburst funny, for the content or whatever.
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"right, harry, you next.”
he sighs just the way you did, but gives you a little knowing smile as you switch places. that’s reassuring, I guess.
and big surprise: simon, ever the sociopath, immediately throws harry into the deep end.
“harry, have you ever fancied a friend?”
harry snorts, rolling his eyes. “yes, of course I have.”
“interesting. anyone I’d know?”
“...very possibly, yes.”
“I see… perhaps minishaw lives on, folks,” simon cracks, unable to resist the implication that it’s him harry has feelings for. “aside from me, of course, have you had any… dreams or fantasies, either romantic or sexual in nature, about anyone in this room? tobi perhaps?”
“ay that is actually madness, leave me out of this,” tobi comments from the couch, causing a few scattered chuckles, but most people stay locked in waiting for harry’s reply.
“you’re a right bastard, y’know that, minter?” harry asks rhetorically. simon merely hits him with that infuriating cheshire cat simper that makes harry want to punch him a little. “yes I fucking have, you lanky prick,” harry then answers.
you feel yourself starting to go pink again on the couch, dots connecting in your head. surely simon isn’t asking all these questions because harry *doesn’t* like me back… right?
“is it safe to assume that you fancy the person that you’ve had these dreams about? while you’re awake as well as when you're asleep?”
“yes,” he huffs, wishing simon would just stop torturing him.
“and am I right in thinking that this person maybe admitted to reciprocating those feelings while hooked up to a polygraph herself not…mm, six and a half minutes ago?” he digs, looking at his wrist that doesn't have a watch on it.
you and harry are both so red by now you might’ve changed the temperature of the room from searing body heat alone.
“I’m gonna kill you, simon.”
“yes or no please, harold.”
“YES, you fucking twat.”
“he’s telling the truth,” the polygraphist confirms.
harry groans into his hands, everyone else watching the events unfold with their jaws on the floor.
simon lets out a loud, celebratory laugh and throws his hands in the air. "FINALLY! and scene," he bows dramatically.
everyone looks at him incredulously, waiting for an explanation. "there was no damn lie detector video. no one does that anymore, lads. I was just sick of watching these fucking idiots drool over each other and not do anything about it," he snarks, gesturing at you and harry.
you could curl into a ball the way everyone reacts, squealing and prying and aww-ing at the two of you trying to hide your faces.
"alright, alright," josh shouts, getting everyone's attention. "let's go downstairs and you can all listen to me yell at simon for wasting our budget while these two have a wee little chat, eh?"
they all file out of the room, along with the crew, and finally the lie detector facilitator, after she frees harry from the machine.
you watch the door close behind everyone before glancing over at harry.
sighing loudly, you wave harry over. "c'mere then." he lets out a breathy laugh and strides over to sit next to you, flinging a long arm around your shoulders. you blush slightly at the contact and drop your head on his shoulder. "I feel like there'd normally need to be some kind of conversation beforehand but simon fuckin' had it for us, didn't he," you gripe, making harry snort.
"hey, at least we can kill him together, right?" he teases, gently dropping his head on top of yours. you hum in fake agreement, "ahh, now there's a date idea."
"a romantic fantasy indeed," he adds, both of you now giggling against each other. you pull back and look up at him as your hand finds his where it was planted firmly on your arm. you intertwine your fingers as you look at each other, inching closer by the second. his eyes flicker down to your lips for a fraction of a second, but long enough for you to notice. "so... 'drooling'?" you tease, a cheeky smolder on your face.
"shut the fuck up," he retorts in a low whisper, with half-lidded eyes and his own devastatingly smug grin. he's so close you can feel his words against your lips. he slowly runs a hand up the side of your face and buries his fingers into your curls, sliding the other hand around to the small of your back and pulling you impossibly closer, finally kissing you now there's physically no space left to keep teasing you with.
his plush lips warm and soft against yours, you quickly lose track of where your body stops and where his begins. he gently pushes you onto your back and climbs over you, his tongue hot and sweet against yours as your hands glide up his strong back and disappear into his messy hair.
as much as you didn't want to, you managed to tear yourselves apart after a few minutes. you could've stayed there for hours, but neither of you could handle any more embarrassment or attention from your friends today. harry took you by the hand and pulled you off the couch, kissing you on the cheek. "shall we face the storm then?"
sighing, you squeeze his hand. "let's do it."
turning to leave, you notice the polygraph is still there. you walk over to it, wondering why the facilitator wouldn't have taken it with her. "it's unplugged," harry notes.
you pick up the cord to prevent anyone tripping over it, and harry's natural curiosity leads him to poke around the equipment for a moment. "what the FUCK," he yells suddenly, making you jump.
you look over at him, where he's holding the machine, staring at the text on the underside of the base:
FILM PROP - NOT A REAL TEST.
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a/n i don't know what this is and no one asked for it, but enjoy. promise i will focus on things people have actually requested next!!
summary; you don't like the way she acts around him
playlist; miss possessive - tate mcrae
word count; 1.2k
note; this is for @raekensluver as she is in her miniminter era rn, no one else asked for this so its very much self-indulgent, back to our regular scheduled program after this one.
You and Simon enjoyed many parties in your time, much more when you were younger but, if you hadn't shown up for the charity match after-party he would've been given quite a bit of shit as he took charge of setting up almost everything. He's not stopped beaming since he woke you up yesterday with a coffee in hand for you, ensuring you knew it was nearly time to get going so everyone would be checked into the hotel before training.
Danny makes his way over, Ten's arm hooked with his, a blonde girl whose face is vaguely familiar in tow, "Simon!" Danny dabs him up pulling him in to aggressively clap him on the back, Your husband stumbles slightly before straightening up. They go into a loud conversation about the match attempting to speak over the bass-boosted music.
Tennessee and the nameless girl ogling at Simon sidestep around the two men over to you, "Ten, darling, you are glowing," you pause to kiss her cheek before continuing, "And admirable, can't believe you're out. I'd rather be under several duvets and I'm not pregnant." She smiles, shaking her head, "Glowing, no, oily, absolutely. Wouldn't miss it, Danny's floored." The girl behind her clears her throat, reminding you both of her looming presence.
"This is Emma Moran, she was on locked in with us," and that's when it hit you. The insufferable woman from Locked In who couldn't seem to keep her hands to herself when it came to the guys on there with even the slightest bit of clout or interest in anyone but her. She wanted attention, negative or positive, in her eyes any of it would do.
You nod along as she fangirls over your husband and his friends, he had fans so this was nothing new but she seemed to discuss solely followers and how she had been trying to get in on a Sidemen shoot or their podcast since the end of the show but never had success. "Maybe you could put in a word," she smiles too big for it to be real, you find yourself unable to control the way your face twists.
Her blue eyes flit from you to him a few times before settling on his face, "Uh, I can't really do much, I mean, I can mention you?" The words come off your tongue sounding unintentionally bitter, "They honestly do their own thing guest wise, I'm just his wife."
"That'd be nice, thank you," you smile, albeit tight-lipped, the next thing she says catches you completely off guard and based on how her brows knit together, Tennessee was thrown off just as much as you: "He is very nice to look at isn't he?" You narrow your eyes in her direction, doing your best to let the comment roll right off your back, he gets that from hundreds of thousands of girls daily. "Yeah, he is. One of the reasons I married him."
Silence quickly falls among you, and Simon, being only an arm's length away, picks up immediately on your now stiffened form and the abrupt ending of the conversation. Emma senses the awkward tension within the circle "Think I'm gonna go get a drink." Her grin resembles the Cheshire cat as she saunters off to the drink table, and poor Arthur Hill gets roped into a conversation with her.
The hazel-eyed girl watches her slip through the crowd of people and once she deems her out of earshot she's quick to let apologies flow, "I'm so sorry about her, she's so odd." You shake your head, giving her shoulder a squeeze, "Her actions are not your responsibility, you have nothing to be sorry for."
"No really, I knew I shouldn't have introduced her," she fidgets with her fingers quickly becoming anxious, "Ten, it's not your fault. I'm fine, I promise." Fine, yes, shocked at her audacity, absofuckinglutely.
Warmth creeps up your neck and soon your whole face feels hot, but you continue the lighthearted conversation with your friend, trying your best to relay how fine you thought you were. You're partial to crashing out in the middle of a party celebrating your best friends but if you could see her undressing Simon with her eyes at that moment, that feeling might just change.
Your ears perk as Danny excuses himself, wanting to mingle with some others Tennessee mutters more apologies as she follows behind her fiancee. "What was that about?" He quickly asks after they've stepped away. Rolling your eyes at the thought of what she said, your hand finds the back of his neck, ushering him down to your height.
"You see that girl over there?" He hums leaning into your touch, "She's your biggest fan, you know that?" another grunt of acknowledgment rumbles against your back, "Said you're nice to look at."
His bottom lip juts out and his brows shoot up, "Oh, really?" You tell him about how she was eyefucking him while you spoke with Tennessee and while you do so Simon's lips meet the exposed skin of your shoulder, his fingers graze over where his mouth just was, sliding the sequined strap of your little black dress down but not completely off.
Public displays of affection like this were few and far between, not due to a lack of admiration but because you loved so deeply it felt too nice to let the negativity of the outside world taint it. Even in the early years of your relationship back in school, you saved it for when it was just you two, now you keep it for when you know there are no cameras to be shoved in your face to capture such intimate moments. At this very second, something within you was staking its claim over him so everyone was aware he was not up for grabs.
"She's definitely watching," his warm breath fans over the place where your neck meets your shoulder, goosebumps rising in the wake of his words. You meet her baby-blue eyes from across the room, watching as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. He speaks up again, rubbing down your sides, to your hips getting dangerously close to the hem of your dress, "Why don't we get out of here?"
You sigh leaning back into him, "Yes please." He laces your fingers together, his thumb fiddling with your wedding ring, keeping you close as he makes his way through the sea of people.
You stop in your tracks unknowingly close to the refreshment table where she was last seen, "Shouldn't we say goodbye before," you cut yourself off at the sight of Emma's manicured hand on his bicep, "Simon, right?" she plays into faux oblivion, "I never got to introduce myself," before she can continue, he removes her hand from his arm stepping back from her.
He doesn't bother exchanging pleasantries, "I'd love to stay and chat, but we've really got to go." Her mouth hangs open before she can rack her brain for some form of rebuttal he's turned, tightening his grip on your hand. You can't help but turn giving her the same sickeningly sweet smile she shared with you earlier, following it up with a wave as you round the door and are out of sight.
You huffed adjusting the bags and boxes that were uncomfortably piled in your arms hobbling up the stairs in your heeled boots, kicking them with each step to stop yourself from falling.
You’d been working for Chris for about two months now and had settled into the workspace nicely. You'd made friends with everyone and were already being named a fan favorite.
The footsteps of someone else echoed through the corridor of the office building, and you poked your head up over the boxes to see a man walking toward you, a dog in his arms.
The man looked up, spotting you struggling to juggle the copious amount of stuff in your hands. “Uh, need a hand?” he asked in a Northern English accent, making your ears perk slightly.
“If you’ve got the time,” you smiled, looking up at him.
The man placed the dog on the floor and grabbed the top four boxes and one of the bags, leaving you with two bags and a box to carry.
“Where are you headed?”
“Just to Chris’ office,” you nodded to the office at the end of the corridor, and the man hummed, walking off with the small dachshund pattering after him.
You gnawed at your bottom lip awkwardly, unsure whether to make conversation with the stranger as you walked together.
“You’re Chris’ new assistant, yeah?” he asked, looking back at you.
You nodded, “Yeah,” you muttered, “What’s your dog’s name?”
“His name’s Basil.”
“Cute,” you smiled, looking down at the dog, “Like Basil Brush.”
The man let out a small laugh and nodded, “Exactly.”
You both reached Chris’ office, and you rushed forward to open the door, holding it for the stranger. You nodded toward the closest desk, “You can put them there.”
He nodded, placing the boxes down before grabbing the items you were still holding and putting them on the desk as well.
“Thank you…” You trailed off, realizing you hadn’t caught his name during the interaction.
“Will.”
“Well, thank you, Will.”
“Anytime,” he muttered, glancing down at the notebook on the table, “Y/N?”
You flashed him a coy smile, and Will nodded, whispering to Basil to leave you alone as the dog sniffed around your feet.
You crouched down, letting the dog sniff your hand before stroking him, “It was nice meeting you, Basil,” you said as the dog jumped up onto your knees, making you chuckle.
Then you looked up at Will through your eyelashes. “You too, Will.”
“See you later,” he nodded with a lopsided smile before leaving the office, Basil running between his legs.
You watched the door click shut behind him, the sound of Basil’s tiny paws echoing faintly as they disappeared down the hall.
You let out a sigh as you turned to attend to the boxes, chewing back a smile. Chris’ voice drifted lazily from behind his computer monitor, making you jump slightly.
“So… you’ve met Will, then?”
“Jesus, when did you get here?” you huffed, looking over at him, “But yeah, I have.”
“Like an hour ago.” Chris spun in his chair to face you, grinning, “He offered to help you with those boxes?”
“Yeah,” you quirked an eyebrow, quizzically, “Why do you care?”
“No reason,” he shrugged, turning back to his computer screen.
You narrowed your eyes at Chris, already sensing the teasing tone behind his words. He had that look - the one he wore when he was up to something.
“Right,” you said slowly, folding your arms across your chest as you leaned against the desk, “You’re not trying to set me up with Will, are you?”
Chris shot you a sidelong glance, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “Would it be so bad if I did?”
You rolled your eyes and grabbed a stack of papers, not really in the mood for his antics, “I don’t even know the guy. He just helped me with some boxes, that’s all.”
“Uh-huh,” Chris hummed, spinning his chair back around and tapping away at his keyboard, “Well, don’t say I didn’t try. I think you two would be nice together.”
“Chris,” you warned, alarm bells going off in your head, “Just because you don’t have a great love life, doesn’t mean you can mess with mine.”
“Okay rude,” he interrupted quickly, not even bothering to look up, “And I’m not.”
You shook your head, fighting back a smile. Chris was always like this - constantly playing the role of the helpful (a bit nosy) friend.
You weren’t sure why he was so invested in your love life, but you were pretty sure he had a spreadsheet or some kind of list on his phone that ranked potential suitors.
“Well, if I ever need a wingman, I’ll be sure to call you,” you quipped as you shuffled through the papers on your desk.
Chris chuckled under his breath, “That’s not in the job description.”
You rolled your eyes again, but this time, you couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto your face. Chris was impossible, but in the best way.
Just as you were about to get back to work, the door to the office swung open again revealing Will once again standing in the doorway with Basil trotting happily behind him.
You blinked in surprise, “Uh… everything okay?”
Will nodded, holding up a coffee cup, “We had a coffee leftover in the office. Thought I’d bring it by.”
He held it out to you, and your gaze fell to the steaming cup in his hand, “Hope you like hazelnut latte.”
Your eyebrows lifted in surprise, “Uh, yeah. Thanks,” you said, reaching for the cup, “That’s really kind of you.”
Will gave a small shrug, his gaze flicking over to Chris before landing back on you, “No problem. I’m just, yknow, around if you need anything.”
His cheeks flushed slightly, and you couldn’t help but notice how awkward he became when he wasn’t carrying boxes or talking about Basil.
Chris, sensing the subtle shift in the air, leaned back in his chair and cleared his throat, “Good to see that you two are getting along fine,” he commented, eyes twinkling mischievously.
You felt your cheeks heat up and shot Chris a glare, but Will’s smile - warm and easy - disarmed you.
“We’re just talking,” you said, trying to sound casual, but the flutter in your stomach gave everything away to you.
“Right,” Will said, nodding slowly as if processing the information. “Well, anyway. Enjoy your coffee.” He looked down at Basil, who was currently trying to climb into the bin. “And I’ll just… you know… make sure he doesn’t eat anything important.”
You chuckled, the awkwardness between you melting away as you watched Basil's antics, “You’re good. We’ll be fine.”
“Cool,” Will said, still a bit unsure, before turning to leave. “See you around, Y/N.”
“See you,” you responded, your voice a little softer than you intended.
The door clicked shut behind him again, and you couldn’t help but find yourself staring after him. It wasn’t much, but there was something about the way he looked at you, the little gestures, the way his smile lingered just a bit too long.
Chris smirked again tapping away on his keyboard, “Told you.”
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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sidemen: watch the video of how we got these two together!
-> user2: you have it in VIDEO?
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-> 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 😂
