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.
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 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.”
I was wondering you could do a smau where everyone is talking about yns best moments with the other girls and the boys reply with some pictures but Harry and Ethan have the most of faith and yn (maybe even yn and Olive) and Simon of yn and Talia also some with yn and Juni
"MY GIRLS AND I" (SMAU)
harry 'wroetoshaw' lewis x fem!reader
a collection of tweets focusing on Y/N's relationships with her fellow WAGs!
A/N: this is actually such a cute request!!! y/n is implied to be an influencer. reader uses she/her pronouns, and as always, pics are not representative of reader's appearance, just the vibes!! i hope this is okay xx
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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he absolutely cannot fall asleep without touching you.
iIt doesn’t matter how hot it is, or how tangled the duvet is. he has to be touching you.
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.
harry is a footballer for the day, so you go full WAG.
The VIP stands felt miles above the pitch. You sat nestled between Faith and Freya, lanyard cool against your hoodie. Faith had little Olive on her lap, the toddler clutching a tiny Sidemen scarf and babbling away. Freya leaned forward, elbows on her knees, phone already out.
Wembley stretched below like a green sea, eighty thousand voices humming through the night.
Harry was easy to spot in warm-up. Tall frame, blond hair flopping with every step. He scanned the stands until he found your section. That silly little wave came next, fingers wiggling like an idiot. Then he tripped straight over a cone. You smiled, shaking your head. Same Harry.
Faith laughed softly beside you, bouncing Olive. “He still does that wave every single time.”
“Every match for six years,” you replied. “Hasn’t changed a bit.”
Olive pointed a chubby finger toward the pitch. “Unca Hairy!”
“Yeah, that’s Uncle Harry,” Faith said, kissing the top of her daughter’s head. “He’s waving at us.”
Freya grinned and nudged your arm. “You in full WAG mode today?”
“Obviously. Phone’s ready, supportive cheers loaded. Might even do the slow clap if he manages something decent.”
Kick-off hit fast. Sidemen started sharp. Harry played left wing, long legs carrying him in sudden bursts. Ten minutes in the ball nearly went in, but missed the goal by a cm. The crowd roared - or booed, you couldn’t tell. You jumped up with Faith and Freya, hands cupped around your mouth.
“Come on, Harry!”
He couldn’t hear from up here, but his head flicked toward the VIP section anyway. That half-grin flashed before he dropped back into position.
Faith bounced Olive gently on her knee. “Look at him actually running. He’s putting shifts in today.”
“Don’t tell him,” you said, grinning. “His ego doesn’t need the boost.”
Freya filmed a quick clip on her phone. “Josh swears he’s been practising in secret. We’ll see if it lasts.”
First half stayed tight. Sidemen trailed by one. Harry pressed high when he could, hair sticking to his forehead. Every decent touch made you smile quietly. Olive clapped her tiny hands at the noise, copying everyone around her.
Faith passed you a packet of crisps. “Proper WAG duties. Snacking and cheering.”
“Living the dream,” you replied dryly, taking a handful. “I’ve waved at the camera twice already like a proper supportive girlfriend.”
Half-time whistle blew. Players jogged toward the tunnel. Harry glanced up at the VIP stands one last time and pointed both hands your way like an excited melt. You waved back hard. Faith lifted Olive’s arm to wave too. Freya laughed and snapped a photo.
Second half kicked off with fresh energy. Harry got the ball again on the left. He beat his marker with a neat step-over and slid it inside. The shot sailed just wide. You groaned with the whole stand but clapped anyway.
You stood up slowly, pulled your Sidemen hoodie off to reveal a sleek black top underneath, and slipped on the oversized sunglasses you’d tucked in your bag. Victoria Beckham vibes fully activated. You turned slightly toward the pitch, one hand on your hip, chin tilted just enough, and let Freya snap a few photos.
“Proper WAG shoot incoming,” Freya laughed, holding her phone up.
You posed again, legs crossed at the ankle, one arm loosely draped over the railing, looking out over the pitch like you belonged in the front row at a fashion show. Click. Another one with your hand resting lightly on your collarbone, soft smile, hair falling perfectly over one shoulder. Click. You even did the classic slow turn, glancing back over your shoulder at the camera.
Faith shook her head, amused. “You’re actually doing it. Full Posh Spice.”
“Shh, I’m in character,” you whispered, fighting a laugh. “Supportive but untouchable. That’s the vibe.”
Olive clapped her hands, not understanding but enjoying the show. You quickly did one more pose, leaning forward on the barrier, elbows resting, looking down at the pitch with that calm, composed WAG stare, while Freya captured it all.
“These are actually good,” Freya said, scrolling through the shots. “You look like you do this every weekend.”
The score stayed level going into the final stretch. Nerves built. Harry looked tired now, strides shorter, shoulders heavier, but he kept grafting.
Final whistle went. The youtube team won. The pitch flooded with hugs, shirt swaps, and tired laughs. Harry didn’t score, but he looked happy just to be out there, that quiet, content smile on his face as he clapped the fans and swapped shirts with the lads. You stayed put for a moment, watching from above, chest full of quiet pride. Olive had fallen asleep against Faith’s chest, scarf still in her fist.
After the lap of honour and interviews, you waited near the players’ exit with Faith and Freya. Harry eventually appeared, freshly showered, wearing a clean Sidemen hoodie that matched yours. Hair still damp, eyes soft with exhaustion and leftover buzz. He looked properly chuffed.
He spotted you straight away and walked over, slinging an arm around your shoulders. He pulled you in without a word at first.
“Alright, WAG?” he asked finally, voice low and tired but warm.
“Proud of you,” you said, leaning into his side. “You looked happy out there. Even without the goal.”
Harry let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah… didn’t quite have it today, but it was fun. Proper fun. Just happy to be there with the boys, you know?” He squeezed your shoulder. “Sorry I couldn’t come chat during the game. VIP stands are miles away.”
“Felt like the moon,” you teased. “But I loved it. Filmed loads. Faith and Freya kept me company the whole time. Olive waved at you at half-time.”
Harry’s face softened. “Did she? Legend.” He glanced at Freya. “Josh still alive down there?”
“Just about,” Freya laughed. “He’s already complaining about his legs.”
“Meet you up at the bar? Have a few drinks?” Harry said, placing his hands on your hips. You nodded, biting your lip.
“I’ll be waiting,”
Eventually, you both found each other again after he caught up with the boys. You were sipping a vodka white and holding onto a beer for him.
Harry dipped his head and pressed a quick kiss to your temple, then another just below your ear. Nothing dramatic, just quiet and familiar. His hand slipped under the hem of your hoodie, palm warm against your skin.
You turned your face into his neck, kissing the spot just above his collarbone. He shivered slightly but only pulled you closer, his other hand resting on your hip.
Faith glanced over from where she was gathering Olive’s things and smirked. “You two are ridiculous.”
Harry didn’t even look away from you. “We’ve been apart for ninety minutes. Let us have this.”
You laughed softly against his skin, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on the back of his neck. He responded by brushing his lips against your hair, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. His hand kept stroking your lower back in that steady rhythm he always did when he was tired but content.
“Missed touching you,” he said quietly, so only you could hear. “Could see you doing your WAG poses from the pitch but couldn’t do this.”
You smiled and kissed him properly this time, slow, easy, the kind that felt like home. His arms tightened around your waist. One of your hands stayed in his hair, the other resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat under your palm.
When you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours for a second, eyes half-closed. “Better.”
Freya finished her drink and nudged Faith. “We’re heading off. Olive’s out cold and Josh is probably waiting.”
“See you later,” you said, not moving from Harry’s arms.
Once they left, the lounge felt even quieter. Harry kept one arm around you while he picked up his pint again, taking a sip before offering you a taste from his glass. You took it, then set both drinks aside so you could loop both arms around his neck.
He leaned in again, kissing you softly. His hands roamed your back in slow, familiar strokes, under your hoodie, then back down to your hips. You stayed pressed against him, fingers threaded through his hair, trading lazy kisses between sips of beer.
“Home soon?” you asked against his mouth.
“Yeah,” he murmured, stealing one more kiss. “Cuppa on the sofa after this. No cameras, no crowd. Just us.”
You nodded, forehead still touching his. Your hand slipped under his hoodie, palm flat against the warm skin of his waist. He let out a quiet breath and kissed the corner of your mouth again.
“Love you, idiot,” you whispered.
“Love you more, idiot,” he replied, the same old line, delivered with that tired, content smile.
You stayed like that for a while longer, bodies close, hands never quite leaving each other, the low hum of the lounge fading into the background. Six years together and the simple need to touch still felt exactly right.
Eventually Harry finished his drink, set the glass down, and laced his fingers through yours. “Ready?”
You squeezed his hand. “Ready.”
You walked out of Wembley hand-in-hand, shoulders bumping every few steps, the night air cool around you. Same old Harry. Same comfortable rhythm. Still couldn’t quite keep your hands off each other, and neither of you minded one bit.
