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.
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.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 5:20
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.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 25:12
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.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 30:10
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.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 1:28:17
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.”
Summary: The Sidemen play ‘Hit Send’ and Harry ends up texting a Tomlinson.
Pairing: harry lewis x yn tomlinson
“Hello and welcome back to the Sidemen play Hit Send!”. Simon introduced the video, the others celebrating around him as they all sat on the large beige sofa.
JJ began to explain the rules of the game. The player picks a letter and number card to select random contact in their phone. Each player submits a text message for the active player to send to that contact, but the ‘DM Don’ gets to choose which text to send with the aim to recieve a reply.
“I’ll be the Master first!”. Harry announces wanting to get his potential embarrassment out of the way.
There were a few comments made about Harry feeling brave, before Vikk gestured for Harry to pick his two cards.
Harry reached for the two stacks of cards that sat neatly on the wooden table in front of them. He picked two up quickly before looking at them with interest. “Okay, I’ve got T 9”.
“Do you have nine T contacts?”. Josh wondered, glancing at Harry who sat on his right.
Harry began to scroll through his contacts, preparing for who it may be.
“I fucking hope it’s a good one”. Ethan laughed as he watched Harry scroll through his phone.
As his eyes landed on the ninth contact under T in his contact list, Harry cringed out loud. “Oh I’m fucked!”.
“Who is it?!”. Ethan repeated.
“It’s gotta be a girl!”. Tobi assumed with a small chuckle.
“Well who is it?”. JJ asked with a smirk, already getting excited.
“I don’t know if I can even say”. Harry showed his phone to Josh to show the name of the person. “Can I say?”.
Josh’s eyes widened and a big grin filled his face. “Uhh…I mean..it’s up to you”.
“Just tell us, we can bleep the name out”. Simon encouraged, eager to know the mystery name.
All eyes were on Harry, waiting to know..
“To be fair, I don’t think she would actually care”. Harry said in thought. “But just incase bleep it out”.
“Tell us then!”. Vikk demanded.
“Please be kind with your cards”. Harry pleaded. “It’s YN Tomlinson”.
“WOOOOAAAAAH!”. JJ’s voice filled the room. “That’s mad!”.
“Fuck me Bog, how did you get her number?”. Ethan teased, already searching for a prompt.
Tobi glanced over at Josh. “We know how he got her number”. Hinting to their time at the festival.
“We could have fun with this one”. Simon stated whilst flicking through the cards in his hands.
Harry let out a nervous chuckle not knowing how this may end. “We haven’t spoken for ages, so this is going to be fucking random anyway”.
The others passed Tobi who was sat to the right of Harry their chosen texting prompts. “Okay, we have Playing a game, we rated you ____ out of 10”,
“Unless you say ten, I’m not fucking sending that one”. Harry was quick to defend making the others laugh.
“I do think that’s a believable one though”. JJ voiced.
“Next one, ____ said you’re into me. Is it true?”.
Harry cringed. JJ laughed. Josh smirked towards Harry.
“Ooooo!”. Simon exaggerated.
“Imagine she just replies with a simple no?”. Vikk brutally added.
“Imagine!”. Ethan teased. Already enjoying the game.
Tobi continued reading the cards. “Getting in the shower…😉”.
“That’s a good one, very bold”. Josh giggled.
“But if they haven’t spoken for a while, then surely she would think it’s a joke?”. Simon argued.
“Fair point”. Vikk agreed.
Tobi picked another card. “There’s a rumour going around about you”.
Harry shook his head. “She wouldn’t even care”.
“You would say that!”. JJ spoke.
“Nah I know what he means”. Ethan intervened. “He means another rumour don’t bother her considering how many there probably has been”.
“Yeah think about it JJ”. Tobi agreed.
JJ nodded. “Yeah, yeah, that’s true”.
“Oooo I like this one”. Tobi teased as he glanced at Harry with a smirk. The others waiting to hear. “You, me, drinks - Friday night?”.
“Oh fuck!”. Harry chucked nervously whilst covering his face with his hands.
“That’s the one!”. JJ voted.
“Bogs getting bold!”. Ethan cheered.
“This is the one”. Tobi announced. “Are you going to send it?”.
Harry winced slightly, nervous at the potential reply. “Yeah, yeah I’ll send it”.
Harry typed on his phone, nerves running through his body causing him to overthink the game massively.
“Sent!”. He smiled shyly.
As Tobi was about to choose his two cards, Harry felt his phone vibrate and glanced to see YN’s name tease him on the screen.
Ethan was quick to notice Harry’s shy smile. “Has she replied Bog?”.
“Tell us!”. Simon demanded.
“Let’s see!”. Josh peaked at Harry’s screen. “Wooow! She’s smooth”.
“What did she say?”. Tobi asked with a kind tone.
“Do you have a date?”. Simon teased.
Harry only shook his head with a conscious smile, trying not to show how excited but nervous he was.
Knowing Harry could get awkward, Josh spoke for him. “She said Drinks, huh… I guess I can pencil you in 😏”.
“She’s teasing you already!”. JJ’s projected laugh filled the room.
“She’s into you mate”. Simon teased.
“Gotta love a bit of flirty banter”. Ethan awed.
Josh asked what everyone was wondering. “Are you going to go?”.
“Yeah, yeah, course I am”. Harry avoided eye contact, feeling too awkward to look.
Speaking to the camera, Simon commented “Well would you look at that, Hit Send could potentially set you up on a date”.
pairing: harry lewis x reader
synopsis: after a weekend of bad decisions, too many drinks, and a complete lack of memory, you wake up wearing a paper ring only to discover that somewhere between the casinos and the cocktails, you accidentally got married.
word count: 1.6k
tags/warnings: accidental marriage, vegas wedding, fluff, drunk decisions, established relationship
a/n: first time writer here!! i have read fanfic for YEARS but never had the courage to start writing but here I am hehe^^ please bare with me guyss
The room was quiet in a way that Vegas never was.
Stale champagne. Expensive perfume. The familiar weight of Harry’s arm rested across your waist. You look to the right and smile with content as you see him sleeping soundly beside you.
“Haz… Hazz… wake up. I think it’s almost noon.” you whispered, carefully pushing yourself up onto one elbow.
A groan escaped him as he buried his face deeper into the pillow. “Fuck… a few more minutes please.”
“We can’t, unless you want to miss our flight back home tonig–” Before you could finish, he hooked an arm around your waist and tugged you back beside him. His arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
“Please,” he mumbled.
You laughed softly.
“Okay… fine. A few minutes.”
A satisfied hum left him as his grip tightened around your waist.
You rolled your eyes but settled back against him anyway, letting yourself sink into the warmth of his embrace. As you adjusted your position, something brushed against your finger.
Frowning, you lifted your hand.
A paper ring sat on your ring finger.
“…Haz.”
He hummed sleepily against your shoulder.
“Why am I wearing a ring?”
Questioningly, you turned to Harry, lifting your hand for him to inspect. The paper ring was still there, wrapped loosely around your finger as though it belonged there. In the daylight, it looked even more ridiculous than it had moments ago—slightly wrinkled, unevenly folded, and clearly made from a paper towel that had no business becoming jewelry.
Yet for some reason, you couldn’t stop looking at it.
“Aww, did you propose to me last night?” you teased.
Harry cracked one eye open. “Now I know that’s not true,” he mumbled. “I haven’t bought any rings yet.”
Laughing, you reached for his hand. “Then explain this.”
Wrapped around his ring finger was an identical paper ring, poorly folded and held together by what looked suspiciously like paper towel from a public restroom.
The two of you stared at the matching rings.
“Right…” Harry said slowly. “That’s mildly concerning.”
You giggled at his response. The joke wasn’t entirely new. Marriage had come up more than once over the last year—during Christmas with your family, during late-night conversations about the future, during quiet moments when neither of you were really joking. There had never been any rush. If anything, you’d both agreed to wait until life felt a little more settled before taking that step.
Which made the matching paper rings considerably more concerning.
“So…what exactly happened last night?” you asked, examining the ring again. “You know neither of us are exactly reliable after a few drinks.”
Harry rubbed a hand across his face, squinting at the ceiling as though the answers might be written there.
“Honestly, it’s all bits and pieces to me.”
“Well that’s reassuring”
“No, wait. I remember winning three thousand dollars.”
“Babe, you lost four hundred.”
Harry frowned.
“Oh.”
You snorted.
A ringing noise from the bedside table pulled both of you back to reality.
Harry reached over with a groan, blindly feeling around for his phone before finally grabbing it. Squinting at the bright screen, he let out a breath.
“It’s Ethan.”
“Perfect,” you muttered. “Maybe he’ll remember what happened.”
“And then continue to embarrass us even further.”
“Same difference.”
You laughed as you climbed out of bed, soothing down your shirt. Leaning over, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips before making your way toward the bathroom.
“One step ahead of you,” Harry said, answering the call.
The moment the call connected, Ethan’s grin filled the screen.
“Bog!” he exclaimed, looking far too awake for the hour. “How are the newlyweds holding up?”
Harry’s eyebrows kitted together.
You paused halfway to the bathroom door.
You and Harry exchanged a look.
“The what?” Harry asked.
Ethan’s grin finally faded as he realized neither of you were joking. He shifted in his seat, running a hand over his face before letting out a long sigh.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding.”
Your stomach dropped.
“Ethan.”
“Wait. You genuinely don’t remember?”
Harry pushed himself upright against the headboard, suddenly looking far more awake than he had thirty seconds ago.
“Remember what?”
Ethan dragged a hand down his face.
“No way.”
“What, Ethan?” you pressed.
“Right.” He pointed at the camera. “Before either of you start freaking out, everyone is fine. Nobody got arrested.”
“That wasn’t even remotely my first concern,” Harry deadpanned.
“It should be.”
You and Harry exchanged a look.
“Ethan.”
“Okay, okay.” He sighed. “To put it simply, you two got married last night.”
Silence.
The only sound in the room was the distant hum of traffic somewhere below.
You stared at the phone. Harry stared at the phone. Ethan stared back.
Finally, Harry let out a laugh.
“A good one.”
“It’s not a joke.”
The smile slowly disappeared from Harry’s face.
“Ethan.”
“Harry.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
You looked down at the paper ring still wrapped around your finger before glancing at Harry’s matching one.
Neither of you spoke.
Ethan winced.
“Yeah. That’s pretty much the exact reaction everyone had when you two started exchanging vows.”
Your jaw dropped.
“We exchanged what?”
Ethan's wince deepened.
“Vows. Rings too, technically. Although calling those things rings is being generous.”
You and Harry looked down at the paper wrapped around your fingers.
“Right,” Ethan continued. “Anyway, I have screenshots, videos, witness statements—basically enough evidence to ruin both of your lives.”
“Ethan,” Harry said flatly.
“I'm helping.”
“You are literally doing the opposite.”
The call continued for another ten minutes, most of which consisted of Ethan recounting the events of the previous night while the two of you sat in stunned silence.
Apparently, there had been drinks.
Many drinks.
There had also been a heated debate about whether true love could survive a game of blackjack, an argument with a cardboard Elvis, and a declaration from Harry that if he was ever going to get married, it would be to you.
After that, the details became increasingly difficult to defend.
By the time the call ended, neither of you knew whether to laugh or be horrified.
The room fell quiet.
Harry slowly lowered his phone.
You stared at the wall.
He stared at the ceiling.
Neither of you spoke for several seconds.
“Well,” you finally said.
“Well,” Harry echoed.
Another pause.
“We got married.”
“Apparently.”
“We accidentally got married.”
“Allegedly.”
You turned toward him.
“Harry.”
“Yeah, alright. We definitely got married.”
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.
The absurdity of the situation was beginning to outweigh the shock.
Harry laughed too, running both hands over his face.
“This is insane.”
“A little.”
“A little?” He sat up straighter. “We went to Vegas for four days and somehow came back with a legally binding commitment.”
“That does sound quite Vegas, actually.”
His head dropped back against the headboard.
For a moment, the two of you simply sat there.
The paper rings suddenly felt heavier than they had any right to.
Eventually, Harry broke the silence.
“If you want to get it annulled, we can.”
Harry’s voice was quiet, stripped of the teasing tone that had carried most of the morning. The suggestion was reasonable. Expected, even. After all, neither of you had planned for any of this.
Yet as you looked at him, sitting beside you with a paper ring still wrapped around his finger, the idea settled strangely in your chest.
“Yeah,” you said softly. “We can.”
Neither of you moved. Neither of you sounded particularly eager.
A strange feeling settled over the room.
Not disappointment. Not relief. Something awkwardly caught in between.
Because the truth was, the idea of marriage had never been the problem.
The timing had been.
The planning.
The fact that neither of you wanted something so important to happen because of tequila and poor decision-making.
Harry rubbed the back of his neck.
“It's not that I don't—”
“I know.”
His eyes met yours.
You knew exactly what he was trying to say.
It wasn't that he didn't want to marry you.
And it wasn't that you didn't want to marry him.
If anything, that was what made the conversation so complicated.
The room grew quiet again.
Outside, Vegas carried on as though it hadn't completely altered the trajectory of your lives overnight.
Harry glanced down at the paper ring around his finger before letting out a soft laugh.
“Not exactly how I pictured doing it.”
You smiled despite yourself.
“No?”
“Nah.”
He looked at you then.
“When it happens for real, I'm at least getting you a better ring than toilet paper.”
A laugh escaped you, soft and breathless.
Only a few minutes ago, the idea of being married had felt absurd. Something that happened to other people. Something that belonged years in the future, after enough planning and certainty and carefully laid-out decisions.
Yet sitting here now, looking at Harry with a crumpled paper ring around his finger and bedhead sticking up in every direction, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about any of that.
Not really.
Because beneath the panic and confusion and absolute insanity of the situation was a truth neither of you had argued against once.
It wasn’t the marriage that scared you.
It was the fact that neither of you remembered it.
Your gaze dropped to the paper ring before finding him again.
“I like shiny things,” you said softly.
A smile tugged at the corner of Harry’s mouth.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his.
“But I’d marry you with paper rings every single time.”
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.
Summary - While the boys are out for the football, you, Faith and Olive decide a girly day out to the Zoo is a must.
Based on this request
Pairing - Harry Lewis x Reader, Bestie!Faith x Reader
Warnings - Sexual conversations-ish? Nothing mad
Word Count - 2.1k
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“What are we going to see first, Olive?” You ask the happy three year old walking between you and Faith.
“The lions,” she chirps, roaring like the cutest lion to ever live.
Everyone was in Dallas for the England game. Harry and Ethan were out with the boys for a few (a lot) the day before the game. The man-free time meant you, Faith and Olive were free to do whatever you wanted, so you decided on the zoo.
The sun is shining, Olive is covered in sun cream and happily holding yours and Faith’s hands, swinging between you as you head into the zoo.
You’ve taken over ‘mum mode’ for Faith today. Olive’s backpack over your shoulder, suncream, water bottles, and other essentials in your bag, and a map of the zoo to keep you all on the right path. Even when Olive was a baby and the three of you would go out for the day, you’d always take the pram, feed Olive, change her nappy or whatever was needed to give Faith time to be Faith rather than mum.
“The lions it is,” you smile, unfolding the map to figure out which way to go.
You take a moment, turning the map, then turning it again, looking at what all of the symbols mean. You look up, taking in your surroundings to see where you might actually be. Common sense would say you’re at the edge of the map, still near the entrance.
“You alright, babe?” Faith laughs, looking at you skeptically, not quite believing you know how to read a map.
“Yeah,” you mumble, squinting at the map as if that will make it clearer. “Just… er, trying to find the best route to go, you know? If we start at the lions, find somewhere to stop half way round for a bite to eat, then go see the rest of the animals.”
Faith lets you stare at the map for another moment or two before taking it from you and turning it round the right way. “There’s a sign right in front of you, you know? Big cats are to the left.”
“To the left!” You exclaim, taking Olive’s hand again and leading the group towards the big cats.
Harry’s the one who’s proper outdoorsy, he can read a map, build a tent, all that sort of stuff. You’re much more comfortable with google maps, no need to turn the map or guess where you are.
You all walk around the bottom half of the zoo. Olive, cute as a button, roars at the lions, asks Faith if the next dog they get can be an African painted dog, and makes snap, snap, snap noises at the crocodiles. When you get to the giraffes, obviously you have to queue up to feed them.
Olive has no fear, especially considering just how massive giraffes are. She’s quite content being lifted up to feed the giraffe a large leaf of lettuce. She’s beaming as the enormous animal leans down to take the lettuce from her.
“You’re so brave, Olive.” You say, watching as the animal takes the lettuce from Olive’s tiny hand so gently.
“Honestly babe, she’s got no fear,” Faith joins the two of you after taking a couple pictures, “gives me grey hair.”
“No, cause the other week at the park, she had me following her every step cause she was just running and jumping off stuff. Swear, I thought I was going to have to phone you and say we were in A&E.”
You and Harry had been looking after Olive and thought some fresh air was needed. She has no fear, especially for only being three. She was climbing up the climbing frame with no fear, you following behind her shaking like a leaf at the thought of her falling and getting hurt. She’d been jumping off these logs that were like higher up stepping stones and all. You genuinely feared that if she got hurt Faith would never trust you with her again.
Faith lifts her phone again to try and get a photo of the three of you and the giraffe, but her arm isn’t quite long enough to fit the giraffe’s head in the background.
“Sorry to interrupt,” a woman with a southern accent steps forward with a polite smile, “would you like me to take the picture for you?”
“Oh, would you? Thank you so much.” Faith hands her phone over to the woman, and the three of you squish together for a photo. You take another with you and Faith both kissing Olive’s chubby cheeks, the toddler giggling between you.
“Thank you,” you say as Faith takes her phone back. Honestly, the people you’d met in Dallas had all been so lovely.
“Of course,” the woman replies, “can I just say, you three are such a beautiful family. I hope you girls enjoy your time here in Dallas.”
You and Faith thank her again before moving on to let other people feed the giraffes. Sometimes, particularly abroad, if it’s just you and Faith you get confused for a couple a lot. You think it’s because you call each other babe, but that’s just how you both speak. In the UK, a lot of people know who you are, and those who don’t still kind of realise that it’s just how girls speak to their best friends.
“We do make a cute family,” you giggle as you head to the next enclosure.
“Cute family.” Olive repeats, her chubby hand patting your cheek.
It’s just after 1pm when you reach the mid-point of the zoo, back where you started. The sun is burning high in the sky, it’s absolutely boiling so you decide now is a good time for a sit down, something to eat, and covering Olive in more suncream.
Thankfully there’s seats inside a cooling area. You get the water bottles out of your bag and pass them around. Thank the Lord for insulated water bottles. Still icy cold even after being in your bag for a couple hours and in the Texas heat.
Faith covers Olive in more suncream and you take food orders to grab lunch from the kiosk just outside.
“Oh, Y/N?” Faith calls over just as you leave, “can you get Olive a Capri Sun, too?”
“Yeah, course, babe.”
While you’re standing in the queue, you add a few of the pictures from today so far on to your story, always mindful to keep Olive’s face covered or out of the picture entirely. You send Harry a quick text just checking in, too. He can handle his drink, the amount of times you’ve been out and you’ve been in a right state and he just seems stone cold sober is unreal.
Y/N - Hope you’re having fun. Just wanted to let you know that me, Faith and Olive have been called ‘a beautiful family’, so you and Ethan are dumped and the three of us are running away together, love you x
Harry - Just another typical weekday then? Love you too x
You move along in the queue fairly quickly, chatting away to a young couple in front of you who recognise you from social media. They’re asking about the Sidemen, Harry, how you’re enjoying Dallas.
When they step up to be severed, you’re greeted with a soft tap on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, sorry.” An older woman is standing with a sheepish smile on her face.
“Hi, everything alright?” You reply politely.
“Yeah, sorry, I just wanted to ask you a question, I really hope this doesn’t come across the wrong way.”
“It’s alright, probably won’t be the weirdest question I’ve been asked.” You laugh, a little nervous at what this random American woman could ask.
“I just saw you inside with your family, and well, my daughter is gay and she and her wife are looking into IVF to have a baby.”
“Oh, lovely!”
“I just wanted to ask if you and your partner used an anonymous donor for your little girl. She’s so cute, and there’s so many companies out there, some international, you know? If you don’t mind me asking, did you use a certain company? What was your experience like with that?”
You’re so taken aback, you and Faith have been confused for a couple so many times, but this? This has never happened before. Sure, you joke often about Ethan and Harry being beards and that you and Faith are really the ones together. When there’s jokes made online by fans you lean into them. You joke that you’re really Olive’s dad.
Fuck it, you decide to lean into it now. These people are never going to see you again.
“Oh, uh, we actually had a friend donate.” You reply, trying not to laugh.
“Oh, right. Well, your family is lovely, your little girl looks so happy.”
“Thank you, she really is the best little girl. I hope your daughter and her wife find a good company and have a safe IVF journey.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. You have a nice day.”
“You too.”
Oh, you can’t wait to tell Ethan and Harry that one.
You take the food and drinks back over to the table and once Olive is quite happily distracted with her food you tell Faith about the conversation in the queue. The two of you have a good laugh about it, deciding that yeah, today you are a family of three.
You finish up the day by exploring the rest of the zoo and stopping by the gift shop, obviously. Olive wanted to buy a teddy to give to Uncle Bosh and Auntie Freya’s baby. She’s so cute, she ends up picking a lion teddy almost as big as she is.
By the time you get back to the AirBnB, it’s almost Olive’s bed time thankfully since she’s struggling to keep her eyes open after such a busy day. Honestly, you could be doing with being tucked into bed with a story and a kiss on the forehead too. While Olive is a really fun, sweet, well behaved child, she’s a child. She got excited when she saw the animals and god, those little legs can run. Faith had a good laugh at you chasing after her. She’d said you looked like a proper mum with the princess backpack over your shoulder, your own handbag over the other, chasing the toddler and reminding her about safety and ‘walking feet’.
The boys are back by the time you arrive at the house and they come out to help you with the bags and a sleepy Olive. Harry grabs the bags, Ethan scoops up Olive, and you and Faith are officially off duty.
With Olive tucked into bed, the four of you chill in the living room. Harry brings you a glass of wine, the TVs playing one of the World Cup games in the background.
“You three had a good day then?” Harry asks, his arm draped over your shoulders, fingers tracing shapes on your arm.
You’ve got your feet up on the couch, curled into Harry’s side. You’re so glad to be off your feet and in the air conditioned house. It was such a good day but you’re not made for the Texas heat.
“It was so good, Olive had a blast,” you reply, sipping on the wine, “and we got asked if we were a family like three times today.”
“No shit, I was referred to as a ginger sperm donor for my own child,” Ethan laughs. His laugh just sets the rest of you off, they’d obviously looked at yours and Faith’s stories.
“You are,” you deadpan, keeping the joke going. “Faith’s my wife, Olive’s my child. The sweet southern lady at the zoo even said we make a beautiful family.”
“Bog, you need to put a ring on it and give her a baby so she leaves my wife and child alone. How many times do I get kicked out of my own bed so they can watch some stupid chick flick.”
He does have a point. At least three times a month Harry or Ethan are relegated to the spare room so you and Faith, and sometimes Olive, can have a girls night. Face masks, wine, classic 2000s movies, and no boys allowed other than to bring more wine and bring the takeaway in.
“I-I I’m- I’m working on it, man,” Harry stutters, “don’t rush me. I get kicked out of my own bed just as much as you do and I was just a non factor to them all day. You at least got a mention as a sperm donor. What am I?”
“My human dildo?” You offer, looking at him over your shoulder with an innocent smile, “Faith could get a strap on but it’s just not as good as the real thing.”
Harry scoffs, over reacting with fake offence. His voice drips with sarcasm when he replies, “oh, great. Well, I’ve got one thing going for me then.”
This is the life. The best boyfriend. The best, funniest, kindest friends. The sweetest, kindest, cutest niece. A lifestyle that allows you to have experiences like this. A fantastic day ending with you cuddled up with your man, and your best friends, laughing and joking carefree.
summary: you hurt yourself during the trampoline park video and harry proceeds to fret over you | Harry x fem!reader
notes: the new sidemen sunday had me thinking things... harry would be such a worrier over you even if you just got a papercut lets be so real
content: fluff, minor injury, tiny bit of angst if you squint super hard, protective harry <3
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The place is chaos in the best way.
Bright lights, springs squeaking under feet, people shouting names that echo off padded walls. You’re laughing as you run away with Ethan, breathless and reckless, socks slipping slightly against the padded surfaces and trampolines as you bounce from one section to the next.
“Don’t let him get you!” someone yells – you don’t even know who.
You glance back and see JJ, grinning like a menace, gaining on you far too quickly. Panic spikes, playful and sharp, and you pivot without thinking, launching yourself toward the next trampoline-
-and land wrong.
Your ankle twists hard on impact. There’s a sharp, white-hot flash of pain that steals the air from your lungs.
“Oh-fuck-“
You stumble, dropping to your knees, hands gripping the padding. It throbs immediately, deep and angry, and when you try to put weight on it, your stomach flips.
“I’m hurt,” you call out, half-laughing because the shock’s keeping most of the pain at bay for now. “Wait-no, seriously, I think I’ve-”
“Nice try!” Ethan shouts back, already bouncing away, leaving you as bait. “You’re not slick!”
Before you can protest properly, JJ tags you – a quick tap – and he’s gone too, laughter trailing behind them as the game barrels on without you.
You sit there for a second, stunned.
Then you try to stand.
Pain shoots up your leg, and you swear, louder this time, dropping back down immediately.
“Okay. Okay, no. That’s not- fuck that’s bad.”
The laughter around you starts to feel far away. Your ankle is already swelling, sock tight against your skin, and when you press your fingers to it, you feel sick, and tears start to well up.
A camera dips into your line of sight.
“You alright?” the cameraman asks, voice shifting instantly from filming-bright to concerned.
You shake your head, trying to stop the tears from falling. “No. I think I’ve actually hurt it.”
That’s when someone calls over a runner. The game pauses in a messy, confused way – people bouncing in place, looking around, unsure. Within minutes, a small medical team is kneeling beside you, asking questions, gently testing your range of movement as you hiss through your teeth every time your ankle moves even an inch.
And across the park, Harry finally notices.
At first, he’s just wandering over, curious – hands on hips, still half in game mode.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, distracted.
Then he sees you.
Sitting on the padded floor. Sock peeled halfway down. A medic’s hands careful around your ankle.
His face changes instantly.
“Oh- shit. Oh my god.”
He drops everything – literally. His camera bounces on the trampoline as he jogs, then sprints, then skids slightly as he reaches you, crouching down in front of you like nothing else in the room exists.
“What happened?” he asks, voice tight with worry already.
“What happened, are you okay?”
You try to smile but it comes out as more of a grimace. “I think I twisted it. Badly.”
His jaw clenches.
“They tagged you and just – left you?” he snaps, looking over his shoulder, eyes searching the room.
You shrug half-heartedly. “They thought I was bluffing.”
Harry lets out a sharp breath through his nose, anger flickering across his face before he reins it in and turns back to you, immediately softer.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, brushing hair out of your face, thumb gentle against your cheek. “Like- don’t lie to me.”
“It really hurts,” you admit quietly.
He nods, swallowing. “Okay. Alright. You’re okay. They’ve got you.”
To the medic, he’s a machine-gun of questions:
“Is it broken?”
“Is she gonna need a scan?”
“Should she be moving it?”
“Do we need to go to the hospital?”
“Can i- can I stay here?”
They reassure him, calmly, that it’s likely just a sprain, that you’ll be taken out of the game, that they’ll ice it and keep an eye on you.
The game resumes somewhere behind him – whistles, shouting, laughter – but Harry doesn’t even look back.
When someone yells, “Harry! You’re seeker now!” he barely reacts.
“Yeah, give it a minute,” he mutters, eyes fixed on you.
Even when he does technically rejoin the game, he doesn’t go far. He lingers near the medic area, half-hiding behind the padding, clearly not paying attention to who’s tagged or who’s running. Every few seconds, he glances back at you, eyebrows knit together.
When he’s finally allowed back over, he sits beside you, shoulder pressed to yours.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I should’ve been closer.”
You lean into him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
He shakes his head anyway, pressing a kiss into your hair. “Next time someone leaves you on the floor like that, they’re getting beat. I don’t care if it’s a game.”
You laugh softly, despite everything.
He smiles back – small, relieved, still worried – and squeezes your hand carefully.
“Games not worth it,” he murmurs. “You are.”
For the rest of filming, even with the chaos still bouncing around the trampoline park, Harry doesn’t leave your side for more than a few seconds – keeping watch, keeping you close, like it’s the only thing that matters.
summary: harry will do almost anything to get back in your good books.
content: smut 18+, established relationship, unprotected pnv (don't be silly, wrap ur willy), oral (male receiving), fwb, chris is a victim, poorly proofread (icba).
note: she's backkkkkk. i've just had such a crazy winter break, but i should be posting more regularly now that I'm back at school. why read when you can write deplorable fan fiction?
you were sitting with chris on the couch at someone’s house party.
his arm was slung around your shoulder as you laugh about nothing.
he was safe. a good choice for you to talk to.
the bad choice that you’d been avoiding was looking at you from across the room. not that you noticed that.
“we’re just friends.” you’d over heard him say to will.
just friends. you didn’t think that friends made out and fucked like rabbits. but what did you know?
so you’d been avoiding him like the plague. it had been two weeks and you couldn’t help but want him.
you missed his hands on your hips. the way he looked at you was intoxicating.
as you’re spacing out, you feel a rough hand grab your chin, pulling your head back.
there he is.
“open.” harry says, you can see a liquor bottle in his other hand.
you obey immediately, parting your lips.
you feel the vodka enter your mouth, waiting for him to stop.
“swallow.” he directs as you close your mouth, hand still on your chin.
“good girl.” he puts your face down, leaving you speechless.
before you can say anything, he’s gone, leaving you with chris.
“what the hell was that?” chris is cackling, looking at the stunned look on your face.
“your guess is as good as mine.” you shrug, trying to seem unbothered. but you are far from it. he’s the only thing on your mind.
“thought you guys weren’t together?” he raises an eyebrow.
“we’re not.” you give him a dirty look.
“well it sure seems like he thinks otherwise.” he looks around the room, trying to find him.
“where’d he even go anyway?” chris asks after he can’t locate harry.
“how should i know?” you respond, hand curling around your drink.
“it seems like he wants you to find him.” he winks at you.
“ha ha ha.” you roll your eyes. “he’s probably making out with some model somewhere.”
“aren’t you a model?”
“shut up.”
“well i’m going to get another drink.” chris moves to get up. “and if you’re not here when i get back, then so be it.” he shrugs his shoulders, leaving you on the couch.
he doesn’t look back as he moves away from you, presumably trying to find the kitchen.
you sigh, you didn’t think you’d be doing this tonight, but something inside of you wanted it so bad.
you make your way to a dark corridor. you know he’ll find you.
you open the door to a bathroom, walking in and closing it behind you.
you stand in front of the vanity. you start to run the sink, desperate for some cold water.
as you’re wetting your hands, you hear the doorknob click as someone opens it.
you look into the mirror to see harry enter the bathroom.
“what do you want?” you make eye contact with him through the mirror as he closes the door.
“i thought that would be rather obvious.” he says as he turns the lock.
“i thought we were just friends?” you turn off the sink, drying your hands.
“you know we’re not.” he moves towards you, moving your long hair to kiss the back of your neck.
you watch in the mirror as his hands travel across your waist and hips.
you turn around to face him, breaking free from his grasp.
“fuck off harry. we’re just friends.” your hand pushes his chest as you head towards the door.
“i know you want me.” he says, stopping you at the door.
“i want you to work for it.”
“don’t be a brat. c’mon, get on your knees for me.” he moves towards you.
“not until you get on yours for me.” you bite your lip. your hand grasps at the doorknob, unlocking the door and opening it.
you leave him there, speechless. you’d always been so obedient, doing whatever he asked.
you’d return to the party to find chris sitting alone on the sofa.
“where’ve you been?” he asks as you sit down next to him.
“bathroom.” you say, taking the cup that he offers you.
“what’s his problem?” he asks, looking at harry.
“no clue.” you make eye contact with him from across the room.
he gives you a look that tells you he won’t be getting on his knees anytime soon.
he starts to make his way towards you.
“well i guess we’ll find out.” chris says as he notices.
“doubt he’s coming over here to talk to me.” you continue to watch as harry comes closer. you hear closer by nine inch nails start to play.
all it does is spur harry on.
he comes to a stop in front of you. he looks down at you.
you let me violate you.
“what’s up mate?” chris says to him. but he completely ignores him.
you let me desecrate you.
harry ignores everything but you.
slowly, while maintaining eye contact, he gets down on his knees.
“happy now?” he asks, looking up at you.
you let me penetrate you.
“maybe.” you admire the blond man in front of you. slightly in shock at the events that have unfolded.
you let me complicate you.
“it’s your turn now.” he says as he starts to get up.
your heel moves to his thigh, preventing him from rising.
“not yet. i’m enjoying this.” you smirk.
“desperate measures.” harry responds. his hands move to massage your calf, kissing it.
it’s like nothing else exists but you and harry, you almost forget chris is sitting next to you.
“right, you wanna get a room or something?” chris says, snapping you out of your trance.
you let harry get up, and you rise to go with him.
“good girl.” he whispers in your ear. his arm slung around your waist as he guides you towards the door.
i wanna fuck you like an animal.
he nods goodbye to people as you leave, but you just stare at your feet, unable to meet anyone’s gaze.
you couldn’t believe what’d you’d just done not only in front of chris, but the whole party. it felt too sensual. to private.
i wanna feel you from the inside.
making out was one thing, but that little show he put on for you was almost sickening.
“let’s go.” he says as you step outside.
he starts to walk in one direction and you just follow him.
you assume he lives close by, but you’re not sure.
after five minutes of walking in complete silence, he walks towards an apartment complex. taking you into the lobby.
“you’ll regret acting like that.” he says as you get into the elevator.
“like what?” you ask innocently.
“like a brat.” he responds, his hand still on the small of you back.
the door opens to his floor. and the two of you leave the elevator, walking towards his flat.
you get inside and he looks at you expectantly.
“on your knees darling.” his arms are crossed against his chest.
you move towards him, sinking to your knees in front of him.
you look up at him as you shrug his sweatpants down his hips.
you admire the way his bulge looks in his boxers, and how the fabric clings to his thighs.
“don’t wanna wait any longer.” he says, wanting you to hurry up.
you push his boxers down, letting his cock spring free.
you plant a kiss on the tip before starting to lick the underside.
“c’mon sweetheart.” his hand moves to the back of his neck.
saliva pools in your mouth as you run your tongue along him, not taking him in your mouth quite yet.
he groans at the contact. desperate for more.
you finally satisfy him by wrapping your lips around the tip.
you slowly take him further into your mouth, looking up at him.
“just like that.” he watches as your mouth surrounds him.
it was so hot, watching you do something so filthy.
once you reach the base, you move back, starting to quicken your pace.
he can’t take it anymore, and moves to grab your hair.
he starts to move you at his own pace, snapping his hips as you continue to suck him off.
tears fill your eyes as he continues to use your mouth, using you for his own pleasure.
“you can take it.” he says as you involuntarily gag around him.
his other hand comes to grab your face, his thumb wiping a tear from your cheek.
your eyes start to glaze over as he continues to fuck your face. you can feel heat starting to pool between you legs.
all you can think about is harry using that relentless pace to fuck your pussy rather than your mouth.
drool leaves your mouth, dripping from your chin.
harry loves seeing you like this. it was so fucking hot to watch you gag on his cock, drooling and crying.
you feel his cum fill your mouth, spurts of warm liquid start to slide down your throat.
you swallow everything he gives you and he pulls out of your mouth.
“good girl.” he praises you again as he returns his clothes to his hips.
he helps you to your feet, then picks you up.
your legs wrap around his waist and he takes you to his bed. he sets you down, unable to take his eyes off of you.
he takes your lips in his, biting down lightly.
you kiss him back enthusiastically. you need him between your legs so badly.
he starts to kiss your neck, leaving love bits on your skin.
“please harry.” your breath is ragged as you start to beg for some attention.
“please harry what?” he says in between kisses.
“please fuck me.” you whine as he takes off your top.
“patience is a virtue.” he says as your bra is next.
he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, making you throw your head back.
he pushes your shoulders back so you’re lying on the bed with your legs hanging off the edge.
he grabs the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off swiftly, god you loved how he looked.
"you're still so fit." you say, looking up at him.
"still?" he questions, but he doesn't dwell on it too long. he wanted you.
he grabs your skirt and panties, dragging them down your legs together.
he pushes down his own bottoms, ready to go again.
he pushes into you without hesitation, drawing a moan from your lips.
“let me hear you sweetheart.” harry says as he starts to pound into you.
“fuck harry.” you whine as he continues to move in and out of you.
you’d missed this. even if it’d only been two weeks. when you fucked as much as you and harry did, you started to miss it after a few days.
harry shared a similar sentiment. he’d been so annoyed with you for ignoring him.
he pulls your legs around his waist, he got such a good view of you from this position. he was mesmerised by the way your tits bounced up and down.
"harder harry." you mewl as he continues to thrust into you.
you didn't care how long he lasted, you wanted to be abused, fucked like he hated you, fucked like an animal.
whatever you wanted, harry would give to you, how could he deny you after he'd waited so long to be with you again.
he wanted to pace himself, but couldn't, not with you, not after you'd been so good for him.
his big hands move across your naked body, he couldn't stop staring at you, you were so beautiful. you looked incredible underneath him like that.
you're shamelessly moaning as harry hits your g-spot over and over again. all you want is more. you could go all night if he wanted you to.
one of his thumbs adds pressure to your clit, pushing down hard.
the unexpected sensation makes you scream at the overstimulation.
"you can take it sweetheart." harry says as his hips snap again and again.
he creates tight circles against you, making you squirm, you shut your eyes, desperate to finish.
"look at me." harry directs using his other hand to pinch your side.
your eyes open to make eye contact with harry.
his look makes you shudder, and even more desperate to please him.
"please harry, fill me up." you knew he liked that. owning you, claiming you, emptying himself inside of you.
"who's pussy is this?" he asks, chasing his high.
"yours harry, all yours." you whimper, on the edge of your own climax.
one final thrust and harry's cumming inside of you, filling you up with his release.
the sensation puts you over the edge, twitching uncontrollably as harry fucks you through it.
it had been two weeks since you'd cum that hard. but you still wanted more.
"don't worry, were not done yet sweetheart." harry says after he pulls out.
he watches as his cum seeps out of you, only making him want to fill you up more.
he coats two fingers in both of your fluids, and takes them to your mouth, pushing them past your lips.
you gratefully suck on them, making eye contact as you do it.
"turn around," harry directs. you move onto your stomach, laying flat.
harry grabs your hips, positioning you how he wants.
he gets on his knees behind you on the bed, putting you in prone bone.
you love the feeling of his weight against you as he pushes into you again.
he takes it slow, wanting to build up the tension.
he knows that he won't last long, so he wants to make it last as long as he can.
"so fucking wet for me." harry groans as his cock works in and out of you.
you couldn't believe how deep he felt. it was like he was in your stomach.
"faster." you whine, grasping at the bed sheets.
"i won't last." he responds, not changing his pace.
"don't care, need it." your eyes roll back as he hits your g-spot again.
"fine." he groans as he starts to speed up. he has to concentrate not to finish as he can feel it building up.
"so good." the feeling was incredible.
"gonna cum." he says as his pace gets more frantic. his thrusts are sloppy as he approaches his third climax of the evening.
before he does, he pulls out, and you whimper.
he changes the position so that you're on your back, so that he can add pressure to your clit again.
he pushes back into you, thrusting into you over and over again.
between that and the pressure on your clit, you cum around his cock again.
harry isn't far behind, finishing inside of you again.
he puts his weight on you, pressing you into the mattress.
"i think i love you." he mumbles, not wanting you to hear.
"what?" you couldn't believe what you thought you heard.
"let's be more than friends." harry says as he pulls out.
"ok." you respond as he lies down next to you. "and for the record, i think i love you too." you can feel yourself blush as you look at him.
"c'mere." harry pulls you into his warm body.
you fall asleep tucked into harry, and for the first time, you're officially more than just friends.
