summary: You’re visiting Harry while he hosts hide and seek at his house, he tells the guys not to bother you… but do they ever listen? | Harry x fem!reader
notes: fluffmas day 22! only 3 left :( based on this request! Hope this lifts ur spirits on a monday happy reading <3333
Harry tells them very clearly. “Don’t go in the living room.”
He says it before filming starts, while everyone’s milling about and Ethan’s already trying to wind him up. He says it again when cameras are rolling, and people are scouting out hiding spots.
“She’s knackered, she’s travelled, she’s not part of the video,” Harry insists, pointing vaguely down the hall. “Leave her alone.”
Naturally, that means the living room becomes the most attractive hiding spot in the house.
You’re curled up on the sofa with one of Harry’s hoodies on – the soft grey one that smells like him – legs tucked underneath you, phone in hand, only half watching whatever’s on the telly. You can hear the chaos echoing through the house: drawers slamming, whispered arguments, Ethan laughing too loudly.
You smile to yourself.
You haven’t seen Harry properly in weeks. Long-distance does that thing where it makes the mundane feel precious – sitting on his sofa, wearing his clothes, existing in the same space without a screen between you.
The door creaks open.
“Shh, shh, shh.”
You look up just in time to see Simon, Ethan, and Tobi practically falling into the room, eyes wide and panicked.
“What are you-” you start.
Ethan presses a finger to his lips. “Hide and seek.”
Simon grins. “We’ll be quiet.”
They absolutely will not be quiet.
Before you can argue, they scatter – Simon crouches behind the armchair, Tobi squeezes himself awkwardly behind the curtains, and Ethan… Just lies flat on the floor behind the sofa like that’s a normal decision.
You blink. “Harry said-”
“We know,” Simon whispers. “But we haven’t seen you in ages.”
As if summoned by your conversation, footsteps approach in the hallway.
Your heart jumps anyway.
The door opens again, and Harry slips inside, closing it carefully behind him like he’s sneaking into a secret.
“Hi,” he murmurs, instantly soft, eyes lighting up when he sees you. “You alright?”
You nod, smiling. “Yeah.”
He crosses the room in three long strides, dropping down beside you without a second thought. One arm curls around your shoulders, pulling you into his side like it’s muscle memory.
He presses a kiss to your temple. Then another. Then one to your cheek.
Behind the sofa, Ethan bites his fist to stop the laughter.
“You having fun?” Harry asks quietly, thumb brushing over your arm.
“Mm”, you say. “Your mates are being loud.”
He huffs a laugh. “Tell me about it.”
Simon watches in disbelief as Harry leans in again, forehead resting against yours now, his voice dropping even softer.
“I’ve missed you,” he says.
“I know,” you reply gently. “I missed you, too.”
Harry exhales, like he’s been holding that in all day. He kisses you properly this time – slow and familiar, like he’s grounding himself.
Tobi has to look away.
Harry pulls back just enough to smile at you, nose brushing yours. “I’ll win this, you know.”
“You say that every time.”
“And I’m right every time.”
He grins, kisses you again, then finally – finally – stands up.
“I’ll come back,” he whispers, like a promise.
The door clicks shut.
The room explodes into silent hysteria.
“Oh my god,” Simon breathes. “He didn’t see us.”
“He kissed her THREE TIMES,” Ethan whispers harshly. “I’m gonna be sick.”
Tobi shakes his head. “He’s got it bad.”
Two minutes pass with you chatting and catching up with the guys, then the door opens again.
Harry slips back in like he forgot something.
He goes straight to you again.
“I forgot to ask,” he says softly, hand resting on your knee. “Do you want to get food after this?”
Simon squeezes his eyes shut.
You laugh quietly. “Yes.”
“Cool,” Harry says, relieved. He leans down, kisses you once more – quick, sweet - then pauses. “One more.”
He kisses you again.
Behind the armchair, Simon silently mouths this is ridiculous.
Harry finally straightens up, completely oblivious, and leaves the room.
The second the door shuts, Ethan sits up. “I’m telling him.”
Simon snorts. “He’ll be mortified.”
Tobi smiles fondly. “Nah. He’s in love.”
When Harry eventually bursts back into the living room later, triumphant and smug-
-and finds all three of them staring at him-
“You lot hid in here,” he realises slowly.
Simon grins. “Yeah.”
Ethan adds, “You kissed her like four times.”
Harry freezes.
Then he groans, covering his face, “You’re joking.”
You laugh, tugging his sleeve until he drops back onto the sofa beside you. He wraps an arm around you immediately, burying his face in your hair.
please i beg u harry x reader age gap where harry is a bit insecure
OVER THE HILL ೃ࿔ HARRY LEWIS .ᐟ.ᐟ
summary: harry is about to turn thirty, and suddenly it’s like everyone around him has decided that means he’s basically ancient
content: age gap relationship, insecurity, mild angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship
a/n: this is just harry being deeply dramatic about ageing and then immediately getting shut down by josh AND reader because they have no time for his existential crises lmao
The joke starts with Ethan. Most things do.
"Right. Who wants to help me plan something absolutely humiliating for Harry's thirtieth?"
JJ immediately sits up. "I have ideas."
"I'm twenty-nine," Harry says.
"For another, what, five months?" Ethan says. "You're basically thirty, mate. You're on the slope."
"The slope," Harry repeats.
"Downward." Ethan makes a gesture that clearly represents a long decline into nothing. "Over the hill. Out of your prime. You're not going to be the baby anymore, H. What are you going to do with yourself?"
"I'm going to put you through the wall," Harry says pleasantly.
The thing is, it's not about the number.
He’s never cared about getting older. Or at least that’s what he tells himself. He watched the others turn thirty, watched them treat it like a funeral, and thought: that's not going to be me. He is not someone who does that. He is fine. He has always been fine.
The number is fine.
It's more... it's more that you're twenty-four.
It's more that twenty-four means something he's already moved past. The uncertainty. When everything still felt possible.
He remembers twenty-four. He was posting from his and the Cals flat, uploading videos at 2 am, not sure what any of it was going to be.
You're in that. You're in that age right now,and he's watching you from the outside of it like someone looking through glass.
He's already done things you haven't. He's been to places, made mistakes you don't know yet. He has six years of getting it wrong and figuring it out that sit between you like sediment, and sometimes he looks at you tucked into his side, making plans for things that are still ahead of you, and he thinks: She's going to want someone who's still in it with her.
Not someone with knees that crack on the stairs.
Not someone who remembers a version of the internet she was too young for.
Not someone who's already done his stupid years.
He doesn't say any of this, though. He's Harry. W2S incarnate. That's not him. Those insecure thoughts. And so he says nothing, and he makes a joke about Ethan's mom, and he pushes those feelings away.
Until Josh finds him in the car park.
It's much later now, and the afternoon has gone soft and slow. Most people have gone home, and Harry's leaning against the wall by the back exit, staring off into space.
He doesn't hear Josh until he's already next to him, and even then, Josh doesn't say anything straight away. Just sits down beside him, close enough that their shoulders are almost touching.
"You've been weird today," Josh says eventually.
"I'm always weird."
"Different weird." He pauses. "Since what Ethan said earlier."
Harry's jaw moves. "It's nothing. Ethan's a div."
"Yeah, he is," Josh agrees, easily. "But it got into your head."
Harry doesn't answer. That's an answer enough. They sit there for a moment, and somewhere across the car park a door bangs shut.
Josh finally turns to look at him. "The thirty thing, or the other thing?"
Harry looks up, his brows furrowed. How did he know?
"I pay attention," Josh says, like an apology almost.
There's a long pause. Harry's mouth does several things without committing to any of them.
"She's twenty-four," he says finally.
"Yeah."
"She's..." He stops and exhales through his nose. "She's got all of it still ahead of her, Josh, like… everything. And I've done all of it. I'm not... I'm not going to be figuring anything out alongside her, am I? I've already figured it out. She's going to want someone in it with her."
Josh is quiet for a moment.
"You think she doesn't know that?" he says.
Harry frowns. "What?"
"She's twenty-four," Josh says. "Not twelve. She knows how old you are, H. She knows you've already done things. And she’s still here." He says it like it's obvious. Like, Harry has somehow missed the most basic part.
Harry stares at his feet.
"You’ve seen the way she looks at you. Don’t act like you haven’t," Josh says, quieter now. "I have eyes. The boys have eyes. It's very obvious, honestly. It's a bit much."
Harry makes a noise that might be a laugh.
"Thirty's not over the hill," Josh says. "And even if it was, she'd be right there with you. That's the point." He squeezes Harry's shoulder once, firmly, and leaves.
Harry stands in the car park for another moment.
He doesn't figure anything out by the time he gets home. That's fine. Some things take longer than a car park.
You're already there when he arrives, key on the entry table, shoes off, settled into the sofa corner with your laptop like you belong there, you do, which is still sometimes a thing that catches him sideways. A documentary is already on. He doesn't remember agreeing on a documentary.
"You eat?" he asks.
"Mhm... Had yours as well," you say, not looking up. "Sorry."
He huffs out a laugh and settles down beside you.
"You're quiet," you say after a while.
"I'm always quiet," he says.
You looked at him over the top of your screen. "You literally have not stopped making noise since I met you."
He smiled despite himself and went back to his phone, scrolling without reading anything.
You watched him for a moment, then closed the laptop.
"Harry."
"Mm."
"What's going on?"
"Nothing." He could feel you still looking at him. "I'm fine."
"Okay," you said, and the careful neutrality of it was worse somehow than if you'd pushed.
You knew him well enough by now not to force it. Which meant you also knew him well enough to know something was actually wrong.
He put his phone face down on the cushion.
"Do you ever think..." he started, then stopped.
"Do I ever think?" you repeated, brows raised in amusement.
"That like..." He stared at the television. Some kind of bioluminescent creature drifted across the screen, slow and alien-like. “Like… I dunno, that maybe you’d be better off with someone your own age?”
The silence that followed was very still.
"No," you said sternly.
"I'm not... I'm not doing the insecure boyfriend thing. I'm just." He shifted, and his knee made a noise, a small but distinctly audible crack, and he laughed once, humourless. "I'm asking. Genuinely. Because I'm gonna be thirty, yeah? And you've got... you've got years of stuff you haven't done yet. Stuff I've already done, or I'm past the point of doing, and-"
"Harry."
"I'm just saying there's gonna come a point where-"
"Harry, stop."
He did. He looked at you.
You'd turned fully to face him, one knee pulled up to your chest. Your expression wasn't pitying, which he'd been half braced for. It was something firmer than that.
"Thirty isn't over the hill," you said.
"I know that," he said, which was partially true.
"And even if it was, which it is not, and I'll fight whoever said otherwise, that doesn't have anything to do with you and me. Where is this actually coming from?" You tilted your head slightly.
He didn't say anything.
"The lads been at you?"
A pause. "Little bit." He exhaled. "And the comments. Just... you know. The usual. Wroetoshaw's getting old, past his prime, gonna be over the hill-" He did a vague, dismissive gesture with his hand, like he could wave it off. "It's stupid. I know it's stupid."
"It's not stupid if it got in your head."
"It kind of is, though."
"No," you said, simple and firm. "It's not. You've always been the youngest. That's been part of how you see yourself for years. That's a weird thing to shift."
He bit his lip. "And the age gap thing-" he started.
"Is not a problem."
"You don't know..."
"I know what I want." Your voice didn't waver. "I know it's you. And I know you're acting like turning thirty is going to make you a completely different person, and it's not, it's just going to make you the same annoying, idiotic, actually quite soft person, but with maybe slightly more creaks in the joints-"
"Oi," he said.
"-and that's fine. That's what I want. That's what I signed up for."
He was quiet for a moment. The documentary kept going in the background.
"I just don't want you to look at me in five years and think you missed out," he said, and it came out quieter than he'd intended. "Like... there's things you'll want to do that I've already-"
"Then we'll do them again," you said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "Or we'll do different things. Harry, I'm not with you because of what you have or haven't done. I'm with you because of..." You paused, and he thought you might go soft on him, say something earnest and devastating, but instead the corner of your mouth turned up. "Well. I'm still working out exactly why, frankly, given the state of you."
He laughed, properly this time, and it broke something loose in his chest.
"Cheers," he said.
"Any time."
He reached over and pulled you into him, and you went without complaint, tucking yourself against his side like it was somewhere you'd been a hundred times. He pressed his mouth briefly to the top of your head.
"Thirty's not that old," he said, after a while.
"It's really not."
"The lads are all older than me still."
"Every single one of them."
"And I've still got a better hairline than JJ...."
"Objectively." You smiled.
On the screen, the deep-sea creature had found something luminous in the dark and drifted toward it.
"My knees are gonna be even more embarrassing in another few years," he said.
"I know," you said, and you sounded completely unbothered. "I've already made peace with it."
He tightened his arm around you, and neither of you said anything else for a while.
description: the sidemen go on a 5 day long cheap vs expensive holiday but they get stuck there
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: fluff
note: hey! sorry i was on a break. but now i am back! i will post more regularly now, the requests will be opened shortly! enjoy reading this one, it’s a little short but cute!!
saying harry is grumpy right now would be an understatement. he left home 8 days ago to film a ‘cheap vs expensive holiday’ for 5 days. he was already upset about being away for 5 days but add the extra 3 days on top and it’s hell for him.
they got the notification that due to a snow storm they were stuck in the town and won’t be able to leave. luckily the cheap team was nearby and could join the expensive team, not so luckily everyone else had their partners tag along with them…everyone but harry.
when josh planned the trip, he knew it was a little too long so he asked everybody’s partners and family to join them, all of them immediately said yes but you had a really important work meeting that week so you weren’t able to go.
“you sure you can’t come.” harry whined packing his luggage for the trip. “everyone else is coming, i will be all alone.” he gave you his best puppy dog eyes.
“you won’t be alone, there’ll be like twice the amount of people than usually.” you joked.
“no, you know what i mean.” he said trying his hardest to convince you.
“it’s just five days, harry.” you chuckled. “you’ll be fine. and it would be nice to have a few days away from me.”
“five days! baby, do you know how long that is?! five days is really long, i am going to kill josh, i swear to god. and no i would want to stay away from you even for a ‘few’ days.” he said.
when he left in the morning, he held a minute longer then usual and kissed you extra hard as if wanting to memorise it.
and good thing he did because right now, he is staring out the window and it’s all white and snow for as far as he could see. the trees in the backyard of the villa are completely drowning in snow and the pool is frozen.
harry let’s out the nth sigh of the day. “harry, stop sulking, your bad mood is contagious.” ethan says from the couch, one of his arms is around faith and the other is holding a sleeping olive to his chest.
harry turns to glare at him. “yeah, harry, mate, it’s getting real depressing here.” simon says from his spot where him, josh, talia and freya are playing ludo.
“bog, we all are stuck here with you, come on, cheer up.” tobi says from his spot where him, jj, deji and manny are playing uno.
“you all are here with your family, and i have no one.” harry says, his voice little and tired.
“you have us, harry.” josh says, smiling at him.
“i don’t care about you guys, i want my wife!” he says, like a child throwing tantrum.
the room chuckles a little, “you don’t care for us? wow, mate, i am offended.” jj says, feigning hurt.
“no, you don’t understand! you have your family with you, i don’t! if we are stuck here forever, you will die beside your family, i won’t have y/n.” harry basically whines before sinking down on the floor.
“bog, we won’t be here forever, the snow will clear in a day or two and then you will see her.” ethan explains, his voice hinting some care but still teasing harry. “why don’t you call her?”
“‘why don’t you call her?’” harry mocks him, “there is no fucking network here mate.” the room laughs, “yeah yeah, laugh at my misery.”
suddenly, “hey, y/n.” faith says into her phone from her spot. “how are you?” every eye turns towards her. before she can say anything else, harry gets up from his spot and snatches her phone out of her hands. “hey!” she exclaims but he completely ignores her.
“hey, baby.” he says, his voice far softer than before, melting your heart instantly.
“hi, haz.” you say, “what’s up?”
“y/n, fuck, i miss you.” he says, walking away from others and going to the bedroom.
“aww i miss you too harry.” you say, your smile can be heard through your voice.
“no, this isn’t cute, y/n. i have been literally useless.” he whines. “i haven’t slept or eaten properly. i haven’t showered at all. and to make it worse, everyone has their family here and i am all alone.”
“harry, come on, you have to eat and sleep properly, you promised you’d take care of yourself. please, also take a shower, you don’t want all of them to faint smelling your sweaty body.” you say and he laughs. “and harry, they love you and they care about you, the fact that you are there with them makes me worry less.”
“yeah?” he asks.
“yes, haz, how about you take a shower and facetime me later?” you tell him.
“yeah, give me 15, i love you.” he says before hanging up.
harry takes a hot shower before making himself a sandwich. he quickly grabs his laptop and food and makes his way to the common area where everyone else is. everyone gathers around him as he facetimes you.
“hey, guys!” you say as soon as the facetime connects. a number of different greetings are said to you.
“omg, y/n, finally we could connect to you. harry was getting real annoying to be around.” freya complains.
“yeah, he was sulking the entire time, he refused to eat and sleep, he was literally moving like a zombie. he was also really rude. he is like a lovesick puppy who is only nice to one person.” talia adds.
you blush furiously, not knowing what to say, “i am so sorry.” you say instead.
“no no no, why are you sorry? she isn’t sorry, she takes that back. it’s not her fault i am being ‘annoying’. you know what, i am not even being annoying, i just miss my wife.” he says and the room erupts in “aww”s. the conversation flows and you guys talk till the sunsets.
“goodnight, guys!” you say. “hopefully, i’ll see you lot soon. i love you, harry.” you say before hanging up.
2 days later, they are finally able to come back home as the snow clears, you and vik wait to pick them up from the airport. vik had to cancel last minute since he wasn’t feeling great and thank god he did else he would have been stuck there with them.
you spot jj and deji first as they come out running, seeing who can run the fastest, following them is harry carrying a suitcase and his bag, looking tired. as soon as he spots you, he pushes jj and deji out of his way and runs towards you engulfing you in a bone crushing hug.
you let out a surprise gasp because of the sheer force he puts in. “hey haz.” you whisper carefully.
“i missed you.” he mumbled into your hair, smelling your hair and sighing in relief. he then leans down and kisses you with the same amount of force. it’s sweet but then you feel his beard and pull away.
“this needs to go.” you say, rubbing his beard.
“whatever you say.” he says, before pulling you into another hug.
“wow harry, didn’t expect such a warm welcome from you.” vik says dryly from beside you.
“hey, mate.” harry gives him a quick nod.
“don’t bother, vik, he don’t care anymore, he’s got his wife now.” ethan says, teasing harry.
“hey, guys.” you say, greeting everyone, harry’s arms still around you.
“my god, harry, let the girl breathe.” faith teases him.
“she can breathe just fine.” he says, tightening his grip around you.
“i don’t know how you do it? he is literally stuck to you.” simon comments, laughing at harry, making everyone else laugh.
“shut up, she loves me.” harry says, kissing your forehead. a faint blush spread across your cheek as you give others a small smile. you do love him. a lot.
IT HAD TAKEN you 5 minutes into the video to get killed the first time. You were adamant it was all Harry’s fault.
You agreed to watch each other’s backs while you tried to get a task completed. In true Harry fashion he forgot what he promised to do. Lost focus. It meant Simon and Will had snuck up on you and carried out an annoyingly impressive double kill.
The two of you fell to the floor where you stood, or you did at least. As for Harry, he saw an opportunity and took it. He waited for you to lay down, then seemingly misjudged his size and ended up covering half of your body.
You grunted but didn’t protest much. That was how he knew you were okay with it.
For a while the weight of him on top of you was nice, soothing. His head was on your chest, arm around your waist. If you weren’t laying on a cold, hard floor in the middle of an old building, it might have actually been quite nice.
You thought someone would have found you by now. It had to have been at least 15 minutes since Simon and Will got you out and you were still in the same place, growing more bored by the minute.
“Do you think they’d notice if we just left?” you asked. You could head out, get some lunch and be back before anyone noticed you were missing.
“You? No. Me? Yeah.”
You scoffed, “rude.”
Back to the silence you went. Another few minutes passed before you spoke up again.
“You’re heavy,” you complained.
He rolled his eyes but didn’t bite back. When it came to you Harry was a problem solver, whether you asked him to fix something or not. Sometimes it drove you crazy, other times you welcomed it— even if you refused to tell him as much. Instead of saying a word, he rolled you both over so you were now comfortably on top of him. It was much better like this.
“Happy now?”
You snuggled your face into his neck, leg thrown over his hip, smile on your face. “Definitely.”
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“Come here.” He waved his hand, beckoning you into his arms with a small smile.
Part of you knew you should be weary. There was a high chance he was the imposter, catching suspicion during the last 2 meetings. The other part of you thought he might just be feeling clingy— which you should have known was out of the ordinary during a video.
Either way, how were you supposed to deny him when he looked so sweet?
You trudged over, trying to ignore how mud coated the white of your shoes. None of that mattered once you were in his arms anyway. He was always warm. Like a big teddy bear you got to call your boyfriend. His arms were strong, wrapping low around your back as you tucked your face into his chest.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like being in your boyfriend’s videos. You did. They just always seemed to involve lots of running and poor weather. It had been freezing since you arrived at the shoot location this morning, raining on and off while you wandered around. They certainly could have picked a nicer day for it— maybe then you would have been happier to be involved.
You were just settling into the hug when he started shifting. At first he was just moving the camera, but then there was more to it. You should have seen it coming.
A sharp poke at your back made your eyes widen. You pulled away from his chest with a gasp, looking at his growing grin with utter betrayal. “Harry!”
He just shrugged, knowing he wasn’t going to hear the end of this. “I’m sorry.”
With a frown you let the theatrics begin. “How could you?” you whined, dramatically, going limp in his arms just so he had to catch you. What he should have been doing was running away from the scene of his crime; If he got caught he’d be voted out without so much as a second thought. But you were going to drag this out, increasing the risk of his capture. If your boyfriend was willing to kill you, even during a game, you were going to make a dramatic performance out of it.
Originally, he was just going to lower you to the floor and leave you there. You would have killed him for real.
“Harry, no! The mud.”
He rolled his eyes, looking around as he tried to come up with a better solution. You didn’t expect for him to suddenly hoist you up into his arms, a squeal leaving your mouth that probably alerted someone nearby to what was happening. He was laughing as you laid limp bridal style in his arms. If he knew it would have been this much work to kill you, he wouldn’t have bothered.
He went through the hassle of carrying you all the way inside so you wouldn’t be cold, setting you on the floor near the meeting room. Warm and dry.
“Is that better, your highness?”
Obviously being dead in the game meant you weren’t supposed to talk, so with your eyes still closed and your limbs splayed everywhere, you barely nodded.
Harry just laughed, wandering off, trying to be grateful he hadn’t been caught mid-act.
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“Guys, if I get killed again I’m never doing another Sidemen video. This will be the last time you ever see me— especially if I get betrayed again. Can you believe my own boyfriend killed me? Me? The love of his life!” Most of your rambling would probably get cut out of the video. No one cared. Talking to the go-pro made you feel less alone though, a nice way to pass the time.
“If I wasn’t so scared of running into the imposter I’d probably take my chances at one of the tasks. Knowing my luck the moment I leave here someone will be waiting—“ you didn’t even get the chance to finish your sentence. A crunch of leaves behind you had your head whipping around, finding Will standing there looking rather menacing.
He must have heard you talking and thought he could sneak up on you. This one you really had brought on yourself.
The sight of him with his plastic knife in hand made you freeze completely. He was grinning, far too proud of himself for landing a potential kill so early. You were absolutely fed up with dying so fast.
“No, please.” You pleaded but you didn’t even try to run. You couldn’t be bothered. The 3rd round had only just started and here you were facing death again. It was safe to say you weren’t very good at this game at all. Either that or you were being unfairly targeted. You would argue the latter, refusing to admit you could be bad at anything. “Will, it’s not funny.”
“No hard feelings,” he insisted, leaping forward and poking his knife into your side.
You sighed loudly. You weren’t sure if you were more upset at being killed again, or having to lie down on the dirty ground while he scurried away cackling.
It took a minute for you to realise you’d chosen the worst spot to lay in. Your foot was wet. You looked down to see it was perfectly placed in an awfully deep puddle. You sighed heavily, but what was the use in moving it now when it was already wet? Someone would hopefully find you soon anyway.
Could today get any worse?
You didn’t know how long had passed before your saviour arrived. It was the footsteps you heard before anything else. Moving quickly in your direction. Hope swelled in your chest at the idea of being found. Then you heard the familiar voice; Harry. It wasn’t clear yet if you would be saved.
He rounded the corner the same way Will had, just with less malicious intent.
The man stopped in his tracks at the sight of you.
In true Harry fashion he took the dramatic route. There was a reason you were made for each other. He fell to his knees, setting his go-pro down to get you both in frame. He was about to put on an Oscar worthy performance.
“Nooo!” he waved his fists around as you tried not to laugh.
He tugged you into his arms, moving his hands over your face obnoxiously. You scrunched your nose, trying to ignore how annoying he was being. It was all on purpose. You knew him too well to think otherwise. He just wanted to see you break.
“Why you? Life is cruel. Cruel!” You had to give it to him, he was putting his all into his little show. “I will avenge you!”
You grumbled. “Harry, my foot’s been in a puddle for 10 minutes. I’ve probably got trench foot. Can you just press the stupid horn?”
He faked another cry, “it’s like I can still hear her voice.”
summary: you outsmart the sidemen hide-and-seek with Harry’s help authors note: this has been in my drafts since the vid came out but i made it so harry’s hiding as well and not seeking warnings: swearing, arguing, competitiveness (if that’s even a word), lying, chaos
The cameras are already rolling when you step into frame, the familiar chaos buzzing through the massive warehouse as voices overlap and people shove each other playfully out of the way. The building feels impossibly big, concrete stretching out in every direction, metal staircases twisting upward, shadows clinging to corners that look perfect for disappearing. You hover close to Harry without even realising it, your shoulder brushing his arm as the group forms a loose line.
He notices immediately.
“You good” he murmurs, head tilted toward you.
You nod even though your stomach is flipping. “I feel like I am about to embarrass myself in front of millions of people.”
He smiles like that is the funniest thing you could have said. “You will be fine. And even if you are not, it will be funny.”
You elbow him lightly and he laughs, slipping his hand into yours just out of view of the camera. The touch steadies you instantly.
Vik claps his hands loudly. “Alright everyone. Today we are doing ultimate hide and seek.”
Groans ripple through the group.
“Why do we keep doing this” someone complains.
“This place is terrifying” someone else adds.
“I am not crawling again” another says firmly.
Vik continues explaining the rules while the cameras move closer. One person hides at a time. The rest of the Sidemen are seekers. If you are found you are out. Longest hider wins. You swallow.
Harry squeezes your hand. “You will smash this.”
“You are literally hunting me” you whisper.
He smirks. “I am hunting everyone else. You are under my protection.”
You look at him. “That does not sound fair.”
He leans closer, voice low. “Lifes not fair.”
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The buzzer sounds and your turn to hide comes quicker than you expect. Adrenaline slams into your chest as you sprint away from the starting point, footsteps echoing behind you. The warehouse feels even bigger when you are alone, every sound amplified, every shadow threatening to give you away. You duck down a narrow corridor, then another, heart pounding so hard you are sure the microphones will pick it up. You slide behind a stack of crates and force yourself to breathe quietly.
The seekers spread out almost immediately.
Footsteps. Voices. Laughter.
You hear Harry before you see him.
“Right I am telling you now she is not hiding anywhere obvious” he says loudly. “She knows better than that.”Your breath catches. Someone scoffs. “You say that because you know where she is.”
Harry laughs. “If I knew where she was do you think I would tell you lot.” They move on.
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You stay perfectly still, counting your breaths, until the footsteps fade. Minutes crawl by. You move slowly, carefully, inching toward a metal staircase you spotted earlier. You climb it silently and slip into a shadowed platform above the main floor, crouching behind a thick ventilation unit. From up here you can see everything.
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The Sidemen fan out below, checking corners, opening doors, shouting accusations. Harry moves differently from the others. Less rushed. More deliberate. He blocks sightlines casually, stands in doorways too long, laughs and distracts when someone gets close to your area. At one point Ethan starts heading toward the stairs.
Harry immediately steps in front of him. “Why are you going up there. She is not stupid enough to go high.” You clamp a hand over your mouth to stop smiling.
Ethan hesitates. “You sure” Harry nods easily. “One hundred percent. She hates heights.” You do not. Ethan turns away and you let out a silent breath of relief.
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Time stretches. Sweat trickles down your spine. Your legs ache from crouching but you do not move. Voices grow louder as frustration sets in.
“She has to be somewhere”
“There are no places left”
“This is ridiculous”
Harry’s voice cuts through the noise. “Or she is just better than all of you.”
Eventually someone gets found and cheers erupt. Then another. Then another. One by one the group drops out until only a couple of names are left.Including yours.Harry looks up at the catwalk for half a second. Not directly at you. Just enough.You know he is checking.He nods once and looks away.
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The final seeker storms around, swearing loudly, opening every door again.
“She cannot still be hiding” he shouts.
Harry shrugs. “Maybe you lot are just bad at this.”
Seconds tick by. Your heart is in your throat. Then the buzzer sounds.For a moment there is silence.Then shouting.
“No way”
“You are joking”
“That is mad”
You climb down slowly, legs shaking as you step into view. Cameras swing toward you immediately. The group surrounds you in disbelief.
“Where the hell were you” someone demands.
Harry grins like he has won himself, pulling you into his side. “Told you she would win.”
Your adrenaline crashes all at once and you laugh breathlessly, gripping his hoodie. “I thought I was going to die up there” you whisper.
He leans down, voice soft just for you. “You did so good.” The cameras catch him kissing the top of your head and the crew makes noise immediately.
“Aww”
“Thats cheating man”
“That explains everything”
Harry just laughs, arm firm around you. “Stay mad.”
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The video wraps not long after, laughter echoing through the warehouse as crew start packing up. When the noise finally fades you sit together on a crate near the edge of the building, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body. “That was genuinely terrifying” you say.
He smiles at you, softer now that the cameras are gone. “I knew you could do it.”
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ 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.
notes: finally finished this fic based on the charity match (2023) 🥳 guys this isn’t proofread and it’s short n sweet’ but i hope you allllll enjoy nonetheless!! lots of love and as always, don’t forget to reblog! <3
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“OKAY WAIT! LET ME GET THIS SIDE!”
You shuffled to the left, angling your face to the right as your boyfriend’s hand slipped round your hip, smiling for the picture in his sidemen charity kit. “Ew, Harry, get your hand off her bum?”
“It’s on her hip you shit stirrer,” he defended, his sister laughing behind the camera at her successful wind up.
Rosie snapped the pictures, handing you your phone back before you quickly placed your lips on Harry’s cheek before letting him run on to the changing rooms before warm up. You all called after him, wishing him the best.
“Good luck!”
“Be careful!”
“Score that goal today,” you threw him a wink over your shoulder, seeing him shake his head at you.
“Right, let’s find our seats before they start,” his mum zipped her bag close and led the way. You grabbed your 3rd drink and followed them all outside, adjusting your pass that was swinging around your neck.
The sun was blazing, the energy was good, and so many people had shown up to support the boys for their annual charity match. You were so excited, always having loved attending these things, you’d missed them being pushed aside since lockdown. Plus, you got to live out your ultimate WAG fantasies, seeing your man run about the pitch all hot and bothered, and hopefully, finally score his goal.
“Should we make a TikTok?”
Harry’s brother and sister laughed at you, sensing your sobriety was slipping before a ball had even been kicked onto the field. You were totally fine, it was just the atmosphere and nice weather had you on a buzz.
“Thought you didn’t want to be an influencer?” Josh commented.
“I don’t but I can make a TikTok,” you sassed back, “i’m not drunk guys.”
And the next thing you knew, you were on the ground, slipping down 3 almost 4 steps on your way to your seats. “OH Y/N!”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you grabbed the rail, pulling yourself up while Rosie and Josh laughed in hysterics at you, their mum being the only one to help you up. “I’m ok, I’m fine.”
“Not drunk my arse.”
“Shut up,” you screw your face up at the youngest Lewis, pulling your bag up over your shoulder again.
“Y/n love, are you sure you’re alright? Do you maybe want a drink of my water?”
“Guys I am fine, I promise I’m not that drunk,” you squeezed your mother-in-laws hand whilst looking irritatedly at the two who were now taking pics and vids of you. “I need another drink.”
“You hardly spilled any of th—”
“Shh!”
You decided to leave your things at your seat as everyone came out for warm ups and slip through the stands too see some of your friends. “Hello Mrs!”
“Who’s that, Olive? Is that Auntie y/n?”
The baby came to you willingly, holding her arms out while you wrapped yours around her, holding her tight for a cuddle, “aren’t you just the cutest in your shirt! Are you supporting your daddy?” you cooed, fixing her top so you could see the name on the back.
“–have one,” Rosie faked coughed behind you.
“I hope they score today, I have a feeling Ethan will,” Faith pulled her jeans up, looking out to the pitch.”
“Look, as long as my Harry doesn’t come home with a broken bone, it’s a win for me,” your held your free hand up, bouncing Olive up and down with your other.
You kissed her goodbye and quickly greeted some of the others on your way back: Talia, Freya, Sabrina, Tobi’s brother and Chris’s sister, eventually finding your way back with a new drink in hand and a couple nice photos posted online with fans.
“Tell you what, Sidemen fans give me quite the ego boost,” you shimmied between your seat of the girls. You hardly got any bad interactions with fans anymore, always swarmed with love and compliments, you were flattered when they stopped and called out to you. These few had giggled at your tipsy state you had reassured was not the case.
The game started, and the ball was rolling.
Within the first half of the game, so much had happened. It was like anytime one team scored, the other scored right after. One tackle happened, and then another. Speed was an entertaining fucker. You were gobsmacked at the sight of him tackling people left right and centre. You just hoped he stayed away from Harry.
Harry was like this big, dreamy hunk in your eyes, looking unreal in his football gear, running around and attacking, stealing the ball from the other team and towering over them. You were in full WAG mode, clapping and shouting every time he got the ball. “Blah, blah, blah, proper name, backstory stuff,” Rosie recording you as your gaze on her brother was the equivalent to that TikTok sound.
The boys were playing so well, both teams were. Ethan scored the opening and you met up with Faith to squeal and yell in excitement for them both (Olive looking at you like you were crazy.)
On your way up to get your next drink, Stephen pulled you aside for a few minutes to give your input on the match so far. “What’s your verdict, anything to say?”
“I mean both teams are playing well, I did look directly at the sun when Ethan peeled his shirt off because I mean eek, so much for a family show—,” you grimaced, eyes going wide as the two commentators erupted in laughter, “joking! i’m joking! he’s looking amazing, i’m so happy for him scoring his goal,” you wiped you eyes with a laugh, adjusting the headphones on your ears.
“Have you promised Harry anything if he scores tonight?”
“I mean if he scores tonight, probably just buy him a kebab,” you shrugged, watching the statistics on their laptop.
“Heard it here first folks, y/n’s giving Wroetoshaw a piece of her kebab if he scores lucky tonight—”
“Are you joking me? Your—” you struggled to get all the wires off to beat Stephen with the heavy microphone, breathless with laughter yourself. You couldn’t believe he’d just done that on you.
Halftime was over and you rushed back from the bar, feeling a lot more tipsy now than you had done. Or maybe it was the sun . . and you’d gotten sunstroke.
Not the 5 pints you’d had.
“Right, come on, you can do this,” you mumbled to yourself, sipping your drink as the boys came out of the tunnel again.
You watched the rest of the game with your sunglasses on, cup empty and nails slightly chewed on when they came to 4-4. You genuinely didn’t know which way it could go but either way, there was no real winner, the real winner was all the charities the boys would be donating the money to.
Manny scored twice after halftime which brought Sidemen FC up. Max got a yellow and used an uno reverse card which made you cackle for some reason because you were not expecting that.
JJ then managed an own goal . . so that was . . yeah.
Useful.
And then, it happened.
You were watching the ball roll, watching how someone passed it to Vik and he was running, but the All Stars were starting to swarm him, and unexpectedly he turned around and shot the ball at Harry.
You perked up, wondering what he was going to do next. There was no-one ahead, and the net was too far ahead. You waited for him to turn around and pass it back to Simon.
No.
He pelted that ball in a beeline to the goal and in it went, gliding with ambience as it shot into the back of the net.
The stadium erupted in screams, the goal sending jaws to the floor as it was totally unexpected.
You screamed.
You screamed like he’d just secured the Premier League, completely shocked he’d finally scored his goal in a charity match!
“Holy—did he—does that—” you were just yelling and shaking his sibling’s shoulders with your mouth open.
He was thrilled. The look on his face made your heart burst. You could see how much this meant to him, how happy he was and how proud he was of himself. You were bursting with pride for him. You were so so happy for him.
“GO HARRY!!!!” you screamed, cupping your mouth, jumping ecstatically in the stands.
He looked all around him, getting hugged and chanted at by all his friends, everyone couldn’t get over how mad the goal was. “That is some screamer!” Stephen’s voice called over the speakers.
Harry glanced around, his head twisting to the right and then behind him as he was reminded by who else was here watching him, and pointed in all your direction, just a little acknowledgment to let you know he was thinking of you all.
You clapped excitedly, still jumping, over the moon for him.
“Oh my god!” you squealed, shaking Rosie’s wrists.
Five minutes passed, another goal was scored, and then five minutes after that in extra time, another, and Sidemen FC had secured the win with a result of 8-5.
It was such a good day.
The boys walked the stand to receive their medals and trophy, fireworks went off as they lifted it, Stephen announced how much money had been raised and there was simply smiled all around.
You were halfway down the steps by the time they were passing the trophy around and getting pictures, squealing before you’d even jumped into Harry’s arms. “You did it! You actually did it, you scored!” you tapped your arms and legs around him, hugging him tight.
Harry was laughing at your reaction, blushing at the attention you were giving him in front of everyone but he just coward a little and hugged you back, feeling you squish your faces together before you kissed the side of his face repeatedly as he set you down.
You kissed and kissed him, hugging him sideways as you didn’t want to embarrass him, but you wanted to let him know how proud you were of him, how happy you were for him because you knew he’d been wanting to score so badly.
“You are the cutest ever,” you looked up at him, resting a hand on his chest as his brother appeared, applauding him, and then Rosie, then his mum who was on FaceTime to his dad, cheering for him over the phone.
You embarrassed him that little bit more when making him pose with you with his trophy and medal, feeling like a proper WAG when you got to wear it too. “I’m so proud of you! You big sexy centre-back!” you squeezed his side and Harry pushed you away with a laugh and a shake of his head, blushing again.
“Are you drunk?”
“No, just tipsy,” you promised, seeing his grin grow.
You snuck a kiss on him before you left him, getting an unimpressed look but it was worth it, you knew he liked it.
Later on in the day, you were all reunited, hugging and congratulating his teammates and oppositions, proud of everyone who participated.
They were all changed, relaxed, and enjoying themselves at the after party, drinks flowing and music pumping, all on a high after a fun-filled day.
You’d been with most of the girls, all sharing a table, sipping lightly on some cocktails and you could honestly drink the whole bar, every drink was so nice, the open-bar could be a very bad idea.
“Are you only having a few?” Harry stood with his arm around your neck, a beer in his other hand.
“Yeah, I’ll only have a few,” you looked up at your gorgeous, athletic, goal-scoring boyfriend.
“Did I look sexy?”
“You looked soooo sexy, I could eat you up.”
Harry snickered at you, nodding, “you are pissed.”
“I’m not! I’m just . . i’m on a buzz.”
He raised a brow at you, knowing exactly what they meant for you. “Ok.”
You smiled at him. “I am really proud of you. For everything. Really, I’m bursting today, you have done so well for yourself. Seriously,” you blinked up at him, “I didn’t think watching you record yourself playing Fifa in your room instead of paying attention to me would lead to this.”
He chuckled loudly at that as you snuggled into his side, rolling your eyes at him, “dickhead.”
“Don’t get too drunk on me now, we’ve a day out with my mum tomorrow,” he reminded. “I mean, I don’t care what you do but I know you’ll blame me for letting you get this far when you’re hungover and walking around Hyde Park tomorrow.”
“Harry,” you whined, hearing his friends laugh for saying they purposefully out loud for them to hear. He laughed too.
“Ok,” you agreed, removing yourself from him so he could be with his friends.
You puckered your lips up at him with a hand on his hip and he only stared down, eyes flickering to you in a ‘really’ kind of way.
He wouldn’t kiss you, but you stayed stuck like that until he did.
Annnnddd because he didn’t want you to look like a moron for too long, he grudgingly leaned down and kissed your lips, lifting his head again before anyone could catch him. You squeezed his bum on your walk away but he caught you in time and smacked your ass extra loud, you actually felt your face go red for once.
“You having another one, y/n?”
“No girls, i’m going to take it easy, i’m a bit drunk now so,” you lifted your glass, “i’ll finish this and get a lemonade.”
And then you were in the centre of the dance floor, Anaconda by Nicki Minaj blaring through the speakers as you crawled on the floor, on all fours, arching your back and sticking your ass out, thumping your fist into the ground.
The tipsy-giddy-buzz drunk you’d been all day was now long gone and you were simply feral. It was as well everyone’s family members had called it a night or they’d be witnessing you gone wild, dancing like you were an actual dancer in the music video.
“I got a big ,fat, ass,” you sang, slithering Harry’s way.
He was well drunk, but not as drunk as you. 
You approached him, taking his hand to assist your spinning and slut-dropping, finishing with a big sloppy kiss on his face, leaving a mark.
Then Max Fosh jumped in when pussycat dolls started to play and stole the show, and you were left to love on your man while everyone was recording him doing the WAP on the dance floor.
“Can we go home yettt?” you whined, arms locked around him as you begged to go home. The image of him running around that field today was etched in your mind forever, had you foaming at the mouth and you needed to do something about it. “Pleaseeeee,” you said right in his ear, your entire body slouched on him.
“Can I finish this drink and then we’ll go?” he looked at you with tired eyes, from the mix of drinking but probably being up so early and running around all day. He was so ready for bed.
Although judging by the look in your eyes, let alone your behaviour, he was guessing he wasn’t going to sleep right away.
“Yes my honey,” you smooched his face again, the cuteness-aggression getting to you.
He kissed the side of your head, and when you pulled back, he gave you what you wanted and kissed you on the lips, once, then twice, and a third on your cheekbone. “I love ya.”
“I love you too,” you pushed his face against your mouth so you could kiss him hard, Harry was convinced your lips were dented into his cheek. “My big, sexy footballer with his big, sexy goal today.”
“Sexy goal’s a new one.”
“Everything you do is sexy,” you gazed up at him, nails tickling the back of his neck.
He smiled down at you, lopsided, and set his beer down on the table next to him, turning back around, “right, let’s go home.”
You beamed with excitement, ready to smother him in further lovin’ and show him just how proud you were to be his WAG.
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yourusername that time of the year were i get to be a WAG for the day 😝 so unbelievably proud of all the boys today, each one played amazing and for such a wonderful cause. £2.4 million?! 🤯 you’re kidding. congrats gang, keep smashing it. and congrats to team sdmn for yet another win 🥳🏆 as for my 77, i couldn’t have been more buzzed seeing you finally score your screamer (only took 5 years x) v proud of you baby 😚💙 xx
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face buried in your neck, his entire arm flopped over your chest, one leg thrown over yours like he’s anchoring you to the bed.
even in his sleep, he subconsciously adjusts to pull you closer.
and when you try to wriggle free in the morning, he just groans and mumbles, “stay.” dragging you back like a human teddy bear.
love language:
harry’s love language is experience-based gift giving.
he might be busy with work or filming, but when he wants to show love, it’s always intentional.
random flower delivery on a hard day.
your favourite chocolate waiting on the kitchen counter.
but mostly? surprise weekends away.
“pack a bag. don’t ask. just trust me.”
he just wants to watch you smile in the sunlight somewhere quiet.
time with you is his favourite reward.
PDA:
he’s fine with affection, but always thoughtful.
hand-holding? always.
arm around your shoulders? definitely.
kissing in public? only if it feels safe. he’s protective like that.
he knows what people online can be like, and he doesn’t want you dragged into that.
vut in private? he never stops touching you.
always pulling you close, kissing your temple, murmuring little things like;
“come ‘ere. missed you.”
he’s physically attached to you 90% of the time. fully believes your boobs or lap are his designated resting spots.
like if you're both on the sofa? he’s immediately lying down with his head in your lap, fingers curled around your leg, cheek smushed into your thigh.
or he’ll shuffle over during movie night, look at you with that slightly pouty expression, and just wordlessly collapse onto your chest like it’s a weighted pillow.
and the moment you start playing with his hair? gis whole body goes slack.
“you’re gonna make me fall asleep mid-movie, I’m warning you.” (he does. every time.)
he tries to get you in every video like it’s a game.
he’ll be mid-challenge and suddenly swing the camera around just to show you in the corner.
“that’s my girlfriend , she’s judging me. she thinks I’m shit at this.”
and even if you're off-camera, you’ll always hear a little:
“can you pass me that? say hi to the vlog.”
he just loves that people know he has you. not to show off, but like, “look what I’ve got. look who loves me.”
he’s got zero filter when it comes to talking about you on camera.
he’ll get asked something dumb like “are you seeing anyone?” in a sidemen video and immediately beam:
“yeah. she’s unreal. my actual dream girl. sorry, lads.”
doesn’t even blink. doesn’t tone it down. he means every word.
he thinks you’re the funniest person alive and will repeat your jokes to the boys like they’re his own.
you’ll say something casually hilarious in private, and then two days later, you’ll hear him using it in a group video.
“where’d you hear that?”
“..dunno.”
(it was you. he just wants to sound cool.)
nsfw warning!!!
kinks.
harry’s definitely into both praise and degradation, but only when he’s giving it.
one minute he’s calling you his “good girl,” stroking your cheek while he fucks you slow, the next he’s got your thighs shaking as he mutters things like “so needy, aren’t you? can’t go five minutes without my cock.”
but if you ever tried to degrade him? nope. not happening. he gets sulky real quick. “shut up. you love me.”
lso: total exhibitionist.
wants you in his lap at parties, whispering filth in your ear while you try to focus. will pull you into a half-lit stairwell at a club just to get his hands on you.
the idea of nearly getting caught makes him harder.“keep your voice down, babe. unless you want everyone knowing how good I fuck you.”
harry loves a good mirror. loves watching the way your body reacts to him. arching, shaking, writhing.
loves whispering filthy things while you both watch.
“look at you. look how good I make you feel.”
pulls your chin so you have to see yourself falling apart.
and when he’s still dressed?
oh, he lives for you palming him through his joggers.
hrins like a lunatic when you say he’s big.
“yeah? you want it that bad, baby? ho on then. take it.”
aftercare.
despite his chaotic, insatiable energy in bed, harry is soft as hell after.
he might rail you into next week, but the second it’s over? he’s carrying you to the bathroom, running a warm bath, pressing kisses to your shoulder like he’s grounding himself too.
wraps you in one of his massive hoodies and flops on the sofa with you curled on his chest.
might go, “want tea? or like, chocolate? I’ve got those fancy biscuits you like.”
puts a movie on even though he knows you’ll both fall asleep five minutes in. he just wants to keep you close while you come back down.
he adores taking care of you. it makes him feel needed in the way he craves.
secret kinks:
i feel like he would be so into mutual mastuebation.
watching you touch yourself? my god.
he’ll sit back, fisting his cock while staring at you with blown pupils and a filthy little grin.
loves hearing you whimper his name. loves seeing how wet you get for just him.
aand when you’re apart?
he’s got Polaroids of you hidden in his suitcase. one in a bikini, one in lace, one with nothing but your smile.
“you’ve got no idea how often i look at these. fuckin’ obsessed.”
He gets turned on so easily. It’s actually kind of hilarious.
like, you wear his hoodie with nothing underneath and bend over to grab something? he’s immediately hard.
you kiss his neck for more than three seconds? boner.
you call him baby in that soft voice?
game over.
sometimes you’ll just brush past him in the kitchen and he’ll go:
“don’t do that. i’ve got shit to do today. now I’m thinking about you riding me on the counter.”
He gets addicted to whatever makes you moan the loudest.
once he hears that sound, the one that makes your back arch and your nails dig into his arms, he will chase it forever.
tries to find the exact angle, exact rhythm, exact words that pull that noise out of you.
and once he does?
“there. that’s it. fuck, do that again. do it for me.”
losing his mind over you, every time.
