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ABOUT ME…
p. she/her. sag. winter baby. caffeine addict. f1 girlie. max verstappen girlie. ferrari girlie. ukyt. harry lewis. sidemen. george clarke. chris dixon. arthur frederick. amateur writer. professional reader.
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tinder prank
description: doing the "i saw your friend on tinder" prank on your boyfriend.
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader; george clarke x fem!reader; arthur frederick (arthut tv) x fem!reader; chris dixon (chrismd) x fem!reader
genre: fluff/crack
harry lewis
you and harry were lounging on the couch, your phone pointed towards him already recording. you gasp capturing his attention. "oh my god." you say dramatically.
"what? what?" he says, sootching slightly closer, his eyes filled with curiosity.
you put on the most serious face and say, "ethan's on tinder."
"what?!" he asks, geniunely shocked and completely believing you. "what the fuck is he doing on there? he's got a wife and a child, this is outrageous." he continues, actually fuming.
"yeah, how can people in relationships be on tinder? i hate cheaters." you add, trying your hardest not to break into a laugh.
it takes him a good two minutes before he slowly looks up at you again. "wait. a. minute." he says slowly, "how do you know that? what are you doing on tinder?"
"took you long enough, genius." you say, rolling your eyes.
"wait is it one of your pranks again?" he works it out. "i just don't believe you'd cheat on me."
"cocky bastard." you say, laughing.
"you love me." he says, grinning.
george clarke
george is scrolling trough his phone when you start recording. "oh my god." you gasp.
"what?" he asks looking up from his phone.
"bach is on tinder!" you say, your jaw dropped.
"what?" he asks, his eyebrows knitting together before relaxing again. "is this is stupid trend where you pretend to be on a date app?"
"fuck you, george, how do you get it everytime?" you say, annoyed at him.
"it's not that easy to prank me." he gives you a cocky grinning.
"i will get him one day." you mutter under your breath.
arthur fredrick
arthur is eating his breakfast, still sleepy, you start recording and say "oh my god." he looks up at you and raise an eyebrow. "bach is on tinder."
"no way." he says, abandoning his breakfast. "you are joking."
"no i am not, i literally just saw him on tinder." you push.
"that's crazy, we must tell liv." he says. "i am so disappointed in him." he frowns and returns back to his breakfast. "okay, how will we tell her? i am thinking we should let her know gently-"
"arthur, i saw him a tinder." you say again, emphasising on 'i'.
"yeah, i know, i am saying we must tell liv, she doesn't deserve this betrayal." arthur says, still completely oblivious.
"arthur, that would mean i am on tinder." you say, completely losing patience.
"oh my god. what are you doing on there?!" he exclaims, "this is way too much information for 8 in the morning."
"arthur it's a prank." you say, playfully rolling your eyes.
"oh so bach is not cheating on liv. thank god my parents are not divorcing." he sighs in relief.
chris dixon
"oh my god, chris!" you exclaim, grabbing his attention. "guess what?"
"what?" he says, his eyes wide.
"bach is on tinder." you say.
"what?" he asks shocked. "why is he on tinder?!" you can see light goes off in his head before he asks "what are you doing on tinder?", sounding slightly upset.
"huh?" you say, playing dumb.
"you said you saw bach on tinder, what are you doing on tinder?" he asks, his tone serious. you can't hold it in anymore and start laughing. "oh it's one of your stupid pranks, isn't it?" he sighs in relief, you laugh even harder. "haha, you got me." he says, dryly, making you laugh louder. "okay enough." he says, now laughing himself.
pair up
description: harry can’t control his emotions around you
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: fluff
"hello, guys, and welcome back to another sidemen sunday!" tobi starts, "so today i have invited three groups of strangers who will match the boys with their partners, the group will get a thousand pounds per correct couple and if they manage to get all the pairs correct they will get an extra two thousand pounds!" tobi explains. "welcome the first group!" the room erupts in applause and two girls walk in.
"hi, my name is summer, i am 29 and i am from london, and i am here with my sister." the first girl introduces herself.
"i am anne, i am 27 and i am also from london." the second girl says.
"hello, ladies." tobi starts, "your task today is to match the couples. the lovely ladies standing there are married to these boys." tobi says pointing at you, talia, faith, freya, and ellie, you guys wave at the camera. "so let's get started."
"ok so i am thinking we should start by asking them to interact with the girls." summer says to her sister.
"yeah, ladies, can you each hug every guy here?" anne asks you guys. talia goes up first and hugs everybody. "ooo that didn't give us much."
"no, that guy at the end hated it." summer says, pointing at harry. "we can rule him out." everyone lets out a soft giggle.
faith, freya and ellie go up next and the response is almost similar. "i don't think that guy has a wife." anne says, refering to harry. "he is so awkward around all of them." the room erupts in laughter.
"what?" harry says in a high pitch voice. "i am not awkward."
"yeah sure mate." summer rolls her eyes. "okay, beautiful, you are up." she calls you up. you first hug ethan then vik, simon and josh, and then finally harry. you wrap your hands around his neck and his hands automatically find their way to your waist, his chin gently rests on your head and he releases a satisfied sigh. "there it is!" summer exclaims. "she is yours, isn't she?"
"what? it could be anyone." harry attempts to bluff.
"hell no, it's definitely her. he visibly relaxed when she hugged him, and he was grinning like crazy. they are definitely married." anne says.
"why were you grinning?" you whisper-yell to harry. "you blew our cover."
"i can't help it." he says giving you a cheeky smile.
summer and anne got three correct couples and walked away with three thousand pounds.
___
"okay, boys, welcome our second group!" tobi announces.
two men walk in, "hi, my name is nate, i am 34 and i am from manchester, i am here with my husband." the first man introduces himself.
"i am paul and i am 36." nate’s husband introduces himself.
"speaking from experience, when my husband compliments me, i tend to blush so we will ask you lovely ladies to compliment your husbands without telling us their names." nate explains.
freya goes first, then ellie, faith, then you. "okay, lovely, what's one thing you love the most about your husband?" nate asks.
"there are a lot of things i love about him, like the list could go on and on. he is smart, respectful and loving, but if i had to pick one thing that everyone can understand, it's gotta be his eyes, he's got beautiful eyes." you say, smiling to yourself, not glancing towards the boys to avoid making eye contact with harry.
"oh it's definitely him!" paul exclaims, pointing at harry.
"what?" harry asks, in a high pitched voice again.
"oh the moment she walked in, his entire demeanor changed, his eyes lit up and everything, and look at him right now he is blushing like crazy." paul says, the entire rooms starts laughing, you facepalm yourself.
"harry, mate, you are costing us money!" ethan shouts, making harry blushing harder.
nate and paul guess two couples correctly and walk away with two thousands pounds.
___
"okay, welcome our last group of people." tobi introduces a man and a woman.
"hi my name is sheena, i am 41 and i am here with my husband." the woman introduces herself.
"i am dean, i am 41 and we are from dublin." the man continues.
"i think couples just naturally match each other’s aesthetics, so i think we should pair them up based on how they look together." sheena explains.
"yeah, i have to agree with that." dean says.
they dive straight into it, they start arranging you guys and, mix and match. they first pair talia with simon, then josh and freya, then vik and ellie, they pair faith with harry and lastly they pair you with ethan.
"yeah i think this is it." dean announces.
"no wait." sheena interupts. "the blond guy is not very happy that we paired her with the ginger man." she targets harry.
"oh yeah, he actually looks pissed." dean adds and starts laughing.
"i am not pissed, i am not pissed." harry tries his best to convience them, but his tone is laced with jealousy and anger.
"so you don't mind when i say they look good as a couple." sheena challenges him, pointing at you and ethan.
harry clenches is fists, his jaw tigtens and he offers sheena a tight smile, "i don't mind when you say that." the words come out forcefully.
"you are not conveincing anyone." sheena says, laughing harder. "okay pretties, you both can switch, please." she tells you and faith to swap.
"congratulations, you both are the first ones to get them all correct." tobi announces.
"well, it's all because of harry, thanks, mate." dean says, grinning at harry.
"cheers, mate." harry says, shyly, while you shake your head fondly.
"harry's costed us thousands today." simon says.
"yeah, fucking simp." ethan rolls his eyes.
"bro is obessed with his wife." vik adds, laughing.
"yes, i am simp and yes, i am obessed with my wife, say whatever you want, i love her." harry says, kissing your forehead, making you smile.
hello angel
description: harry gets his wisdom tooth removed and think he’s in heaven when he sees you
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: fluff
your husband has been complaining about a very intense toothache for a week now, you have told him multiple times that he should go to the dentist to get it fixed but he keeps on postponing it.
“here you go, haz.” you say, placing a plate of eggs and toast in front of him. he stares at the breakfast in front of and then looks up and give you a tight smile. “is something wrong? did i undercook the eggs again?”
“no.” he says his voice small, you frown and give him a confused look. “the toothache is unbearable.”
“aww harry, i told you to go to the dentist.” you tell him, “are you scared to go?”
“what? no.” the answer came way too quick. you cross your arms over your chest and raise an eyebrow at him. “i just don’t want to go alone.”
“oh well i can come with you.” you tell him, “i mean someone would have to drive you back home. i will book an appointment for today.”
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you decide to call ethan with you, just in case you need help carrying harry. you, harry and ethan take a car to the dentist clinic. "hi, i have an appointment under the name harry lewis." harry asks the receptionist.
"hello, mr. lewis, dr. green is ready for you, if you would follow me." she tells him, before leaving he turns to you and ethan and give you guys a nervous smile, ethan gives him two thumbs up and you give him a big smile.
"right, i am keeping my camera ready." ethan announces as he gets his camera out.
"for what?" you question him, frowning.
"for when he gets high and start syaing stupid shit." ethan explains, smiling to himself, preparing to see something very assuming. you shake your head and smile softly.
it takes 2 hours for harry to final come out of the surgery, you and ethan make your way to his room, ethan already recording. you greet his doctor and ethan makes his way towards harry. the doctor tells you his surgery went well and gives you instructions regarding his aftercare.
while you are speaking the doctor, ethan starts talking to harry. "harry, mate, how are you feeling." ethan asks him.
"effannn." harry slurs, streching ethan's name. "i am sof fine." he continues, his words muffled because of the cotton in mouth. "how are you, mate?"
"i am good, i am good." ethan says, laughing at him.
after talking to the doctor, you make your way to the duo. you stand beside ethan and smile at harry. as soon as harry looks at you, his eyes widen and he gapes at you, his mouth slightly open. you give him a loving smile and say, "hey, haz." you give him a little wave.
harry quickly shifts his gaze from you to ethan, he motions ethan to come closer, "she is so pretty, does she know me?" harry 'whispers' in ethan's ear, making you laugh.
"yeah, mate, she knows you very well." ethan tells him, giggling.
harry looks at you and motions you to come closer, you way your way to other side of the bed and sit on the edge of his bed. "you are really pretty." he tells you, his voice filled with genuine adoration.
"aww, thanks, harry, you are pretty too." you say smiling at him.
"not as pretty as you, never as pretty as you." he says, his hand finding his way to your hand. "you are married?" he asks, when he feels your ring.
"yeah, i am." you say, laughing lightly.
"lucky bastard." he murmurs under his breath, angerily. "do you like him?"
"i actually love him." you tell him, trying your hardest to sound serious.
harry's lips morph into a pout. "when he dies, will you marry me?" he asks, making both you and ethan laugh. "what? you are literally an angel, i am very sure your husband prayed to all the gods in the universe to marry you."
"that's really sweet of you but i don't want him to die, i love him too much." you tell him, his frown deepening.
"can you kiss me?" he asks you, giving you his best puppy eyes. you giggle before leaning in and giving him a soft peck on the lips. "wow." he sighs.
"you like it, haz?" you ask him and he nods vigorously, you lean in and give him another peck.
"fuck, your husband might be the luckiest person alive." he says, jealously very evident in his voice.
you laugh to yourself and decide to put your husband out of his misery and tell him, "haz, you are my husband."
he stares at you like you have just told him that chelsea's won the premier league then he turns to ethan. "i am married to an angel?!" he asks, not believing you at all.
ethan, who is currently wheezing because he somehow finds this very funny, tells him, "yeah, mate, you are married to y/n."
"y/n." harry says your name like it's a prayer. "it's a beautiful name for a beautiful face, y/n." you just smile and lean down to kiss him again. "if you keep kissing me, i will faint, this is the best moment of my entire life." he tells you, making both you and ethan laugh.
you guys finally go home after 30 minutes, the anesthesia slowly wear off over the period of 2 hours. "you feeling better now?" you ask him, and he nods. "good, let me know if you need anything, and finish your soup because you cannot have solid food for another 2 days."
"2 days?!" harry asks and sighs before taking a sip of his soup. "did i do something stupid while i was high?"
you giggle before answering, "ethan's got a whole video that he promises to post on sidemen intagram, so you should brace yourself for that."
he runs a hand through his hair and says, "oh no, oh on, i said something stupid, didn't i?"
"a few things." you say and you both laugh.
he wraps an arm around you and pulls you in for a cuddle, "thank you for everything." he whispers.
"i don't mind taking you to the doc, harry." you tell him, rolling your eyes slightly.
"no, not that, thank you for existing and thank you for being with me. i love you." he says, kissing your forehead.
"stop." you say, tears forming in your eyes, "i love you so much."
wait why was this hot
Bucket List 2
description: you and harry now complete harry’s bucket list
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: smut
warning: MDNI, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, masterbation, oral sex, cock warming.
ever since you guys completed your bucket list, an idea has been lurking is harry’s mind — to complete his own bucket list. he has been very shy lately which is unlike him, he wants to ask you about helping him out with his bucket list but he is being hesitant. you have obviously noticed this cowardice in his manners and it is very obvious and some time even a little annoying because you guys never hide things from each other.
you both are sitting in the living room, you are scrolling through your phone while harry his fidgeting with his fingers, you notice it and let out a sigh, “what is it, haz?” you ask finally.
“w-what?” he stutters.
“you want to tell me something for the past two days but you won’t say although you really want to, so what is it? i won’t judge, i promise.” you tell him.
“so you know how we finished your bucket list?” he starts and you nod. “well i too have one that i want to complete…”
“that’s it? you were hesitating to say that? of course, we will do your bucket list too. what do you have in mind?” you ask him.
he hands you his phone which has the list, the list contains — mutual masterbation, cock warming, blowjob under the table. as you read the list a small smirk form on your lips.
mutual masterbation
harry has been away for a sidemen shoot and so you have been missing him…a lot. you decide to sext him but that doesn’t seem like the smartest idea. so you decided to use your hands.
you lay in your bed only in a lace bra. your hand makes it way to your already wet core. you massage your core slowly, letting out sighs and low whimpers. your mind fog up with all the times harry has treated you with his fingers, how they perfectly slid in and out of you making your back arch as he whispers filthy things in your ears. “ahh, fuck, harry.” you let out a moan merely at the thought of him.
“fuck, baby.” his voice reaches your ears, making you stop abruptly. he standing near the door of your bedroom, his eyes dark and droopy, his hand fisting his hard on through his shorts, a little smirk on his lips.
“harry, when did you get home?” you say, trying to cover yourself with the duvet.
“just now. wrapped up the shoot early. don’t stop, darling, keep going.” he says, his voice low.
“join me, haz.” you say in sultry voice. and he wastes no time in joining you, he strips out of his clothes and stands at the edge of the bed. you strip out of your bra and lay in the bed completely bare.
you start massaging your clit again but this time more deliberately and passionately, putting on a show for him. your fingers make their way inside you, slowly sliding them in and out of you.
“fuck, baby.” harry says, pumping his cock at a fast pace. “c’mon, baby, speed up, show me what you have got.” he says, making you increase your pace.
“fuck, harry” you moan out his name as you near your climax, your back arches and you let you a moan before coming. harry soon follows, makes a mess on the floor and the bedsheets.
“fuck, darling, that was so hot” he collapses beside you. “i want to return home like this every time.” he pulls you in his embrace and kisses your forehead.
cock warming
you and harry are having a lazy sunday. you are scrolling through your phone on the couch and he is editing a video on his laptop beside you.
you toss your phone aside, already bored from scrolling, and look up at harry. a small smile forms on your face when you look at him, he is very focused on editing, his eyes are wide barely blinking and his tongue is poking out of his mouth.
“harry.” you say, moving a little closer to him. he hums in response, not looking away from his laptop. “i am bored.” you whine poking his shoulder. he hums again. “harry, come on.” you poke his shoulder again.
“baby, not now.” he says, not sparring you a glance. your eyes narrow, annoyed with him. you get up and stand over him, forcing him to look at you. you then take his laptop from his lap and set it aside. “y/n…” he says, as you settle down on his lap. “baby not now.” he says trying to get his laptop back.
“why not?” you pout. “you are clearly turned on.” you say, slightly grinding on his hard crouch.
he takes a deep breath before speaking, “i have been hard since the past hour, you have been roaming in your lace panties and bra the whole day, you have been teasing me and i am trying my hardest to control myself because i really need to finish editing that video.”
“it’s really hot.” you say trying to justify your choice of clothes.
“put on a shirt, sweetheart, or put the ac on blast or something. why did you have to tease me?” he practically whines.
you chuckle slightly, “i can help you.” you whisper, seductively.
“but i need to work, i really have to give them the video by tomorrow.” he says, genuinely sounding upset.
“how about i just sit, you don’t have to do anything, i could just sit.” you say, somewhat innocently.
“just sit?” he asks, dumbfound.
“yeah, just sit, i promise i won’t move, i will just sit and keep it warm for later.” you say.
“yeah.” he says, his voice breathless.
“yeah.” you say, slowly standing back up and unbuttoning his pants and boxers, freeing him from the restraints of his tight pants. he lets out a moan. you seductively remove your panties and throw them aside. “you ready?” you ask him and he nods. you straddle him and then sink down on him making you both moan. you adjust your position until you are comfortable. “okay, i won’t move now, you can work now.” you whisper into his ear.
“y/n, if you even move an inch i will not be able to stop myself.” he tells you and you can’t help but tighten yourself around his dick causing you both to moan. “and please stop that, fuck you are really tight.”
“i will be good.” you whimper into his ear. he gives you a smile before reaching for his laptop. he continues to work as you just sit there, trying and failing not to pulse around him every now and then making you both moan.
ten minutes passes before you speak, “harry i can’t.” you moan, “i want you to move.”
“y/n…i told you i have to finish this.” he says.
“harry, come on, you have been working on the same segment for the past 10 minutes, i know you want it as much as i do so why are you holding back?” you whine.
he takes a deep breath and set his laptop aside, “i want you to understand i am already too close to coming, if i fuck you right now, i will not last long.” he tells you, his voice deep.
“me too, haz, i am close too.” you tell him and he wastes no time in flipping you guys over so that you were underneath him.
he slowly pulls out of you completely and he is already dripping pre-cum. he thrusts into you with some force making you both moan. at first his pace is slow and cautious but then he picks up his pace, his thrusts rougher, making you scream.
“f-fuck harry i will come.” you whimper.
“okay, come for me, love.” harry says, through his teeth, his thrusts consistent. two more thrusts and you come all over his dick, he lasts a moment longer before coming in you. he pulls out, leaving strings of cum leaking out of you.
“you okay?” he asks, tucking your sweaty hair behind your ear. he kisses your forehead gently.
“yes.” you say, your voice tired and sleepy. “i am going to sleep.” you announce and fall a sleep right there. a small smile covers his face looking at your peaceful body, he covers your naked body with a blanket and gets back to work.
blowjob
harry, for the first time in a long while, decided to stream. well he was coerced into it by chris. chris, harry, will and stephen are shooting another video where they buy each other food but this time it is live.
when the food arrives, harry switches off this camera and goes to pick it up from the front door. while he does that, you quickly sneak into his office and hide under his desk.
“boys, i am back. will, what have you ordered me, mate?” he says, not noticing you. as soon as he sits back down and pulls his chair in, he feels you. he slowly looks at you and his eyes widens. he knows exactly what you are doing to do.
you place your finger on your lip, signalling him to stay quiet. he gulps before looking back at the camera and continuing to speak.
you tease him a little, rubbing his dick through his sweatpants, he nervously takes a bite of his food, starting to sweat a little.
‘yo why is harry sweating so much?’ the chat spams. “nah, the ac is down.” harry says, trying to sound as normal as possible. you giggle under the table, before pulling his sweatpants down.
his hard on springs free and he sucks in a sharp breath. you pump it with your hand first, making him twitch in your hand. you finally take him in your mouth making him moan.
“harry, mate, the food cannot be that good.” will comments.
“umm…y-yeah i-it’s amazing.” he manages to get out as you suck him off.
you lick him, suck him and your hand messages his base. slurping noises slipping once in a while, you pray the mic doesn’t pick it up.
“ah, fuck.” he moans as you pick up the intensity.
“harry, mate, you alright?” chris asks, worried. harry doesn’t answer, instead lets out a moan. “harry?” chris asks, weirded out now.
‘it sounds like he is being sucked off lol’ someone in the chat says.
it doesn’t take him long before he comes into your mouth. “oh god.” he sighs as he finishes. you pull back and swallow. trying not to laugh as his chat cooks him.
‘nah, he is definitely doing some madness under the desk’
‘yo harry did you just come?’
‘no way he just got sucked off.’
‘harry is freak af for that’
“no, chat, i didn’t get sucked off under the desk. the food is too good” he explains, his voice lower.
“will, what did you send him? whatever it was i want it too.” stephen comments making them all laugh.
after that the stream ends in 15 minutes, as soon as it ends, harry helps you out from under the desk. “you are insane.” he tells you, a small smirk on his face.
“what? i am just finishing your bucket list.” you say innocently.
“how kind of you.” he says and pulls you in a sweet kiss.
i miss my wife
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.
Kinda bouncing off of your last fic could you write one where they’re filming a sidemen Sunday and yn and faith are in it an the entire time they’re flirting with each other and just hanging out with each other ignoring Harry and Ethan
Bestfriend Girlfriend
description: you and faith are having the time of your life while teasing harry
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: fluff
the sidemen swore they would never do another fashion show but somehow you girls convinced them. this time around there are three teams of four players, team one is simon, josh, freya and talia, team two is tobi, vik, ellie and arthur, and lastly you, faith, ethan and harry made the last team.
“hello, guys and welcome back to another sidemen sunday, today we are doing one of the most demanded video our, sidemen fashion show. this time around we have done things differently with only three teams consisting four people.” josh explains, and then continues. “but we have some really special guests for this video.” the camera pans to you guys and you all give a little wave to the camera, “lets get started!”
every team goes to their assigned planing rooms. “right, our topic is, drumroll please…” harry says “crime!” he announces.
“oh yes! fun!” ethan says cheerfully. “bog, this is so fun. we should be-“
“woah woah woah, we are right here.” faith interrupts. “and we have some ideas.”
“we do?” you whisper to her and she nods.
“yup, so me and y/n will be the murder and harry and ethan will be the dead bodies.” she announces.
“yes! that’s fun.” you agree.
“yeah, but we will need a story to go along with it.” harry says.
“ooo, i have an idea. so faith and i are married to you both and we are frustrated of you so we kill you!” you say excitedly.
“yes! and we should do it mafia style so that we can wear the gowns!” faith adds.
“yes! yes! and at the end we run away together because that was the plan all along!” you say.
“perfect! i will get to kiss you!” faith says and you both giggle.
“WHAT?!” both harry and ethan exclaim.
“both of you are way too excited to do this.” ethan adds.
“exactly. and you are not kissing my wife.” harry says to faith.
“stop me if you can, dead guy.” faith says with sass.
after some argument with the boys they finally give in to your genius idea, you guys make your way to the costume room, first you find the boys their suits then you and faith find the perfect dresses for yourselves.
“these are perfect.” faith says. her dress is forest green and yours is cherry red.
“yup, it’s giving the seven husbands of evelyn hugo.” you agree.
“omg it totally does!” faith says.
“what?” ethan asks.
“oh it’s a book about a woman who had seven husbands but is in love with a woman.” you explain.
“you are not kissing my wife.” harry says again. a little smirk forms on faith’s lips and she gives you a peck on your cheek. harry gasps dramatically. “ethan tell your missus to step away from my wife.” harry is fuming.
you and faith both giggle and continue to build on the outfits.
after getting the outfits, all of you make your way to the venue, where everyone is getting dressed and putting on their makeup. after the four of you are ready, you make your way to the runway where the runway instructor is ready to help you out. you guys tell her the plan and she instructs you on how to plan it out, after a practice round you guys are ready for the show.
“you are not going to kiss her.” harry says to faith.
“yeah, that’s not what we practiced, faith.” ethan chimes in.
you and faith both giggle at their envy. “oh my god, you guys, calm down, i definitely won’t kiss her.” faith says, a little smirk on her face.
the guests start arriving, everyone takes a seat in their respective places and the show starts. first up it’s simon, josh, freya and talia, they are dressed as scooby-do characters and have bought mushu with them. the crowd erupts in ‘aww’s when they see them. next is vik, ellie, tobi and arthur, they are dressed as superheroes.
finally it’s your turn. you enter hand in hand with harry and faith does the same with ethan, you guys walk towards the end of the runway then the boys go ahead and flex their outfits. while they are busy flexing their outfits, you and faith pull out a fake gun and shoot them in the back, the gun shot sound is played and harry and ethan fall to the floor pretending to die. you and faith look around the crowd proudly and then faith pulls you in for a little peck on your lips, the crowd goes wild.
“fuck off, faith.” harry yells from the ground, you and faith run off the stage hand in hand.
after the show is over, harry is still mad at faith and you. “what’s with the mood? we won!” you say, trying to cheer him up.
“she wasn’t supposed to kiss you!” he says.
“well you and ethan do this kind of things all the time.” you justify.
“yeah but that’s different. he is my best friend.” harry explains.
“well faith and i are best friends too.” you tell him.
“no no, we aren’t, she is my girlfriend.” faith says, teasing him. you laugh as harry groans in frustration.
Birthday Boy
description: it’s harry birthday and you give him the best present…
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: smut
warning: MDNI, sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, riding, mild choking
harry is not very demanding when it comes to his sex life, on the contrary he is a giver, he likes to go down and satisfy you. so when he started dropping hints about dressing up for sex, you perked up and decided to surprise him for his birthday. you had asked the boys to take him out for a day out for his birthday so you could get ready. the boys and harry went to an amusement park for his birthday, the one with all the construction equipment that harry finds really fun.
while harry was out you decided to get dressed as a sexy bunny. a white corset that push your boobs out, some white lace panties with a little bunny tail. you also put on some bunny ears to complete the look. you decided to put on very minimal makeup that makes your eyes and lips glossy and sparkly, just the way he likes. you also decorated the bed with some rose petals and lit candle to give the room a soft glow.
you are admiring yourself in the mirror, proud of what you have done, when you hear the front door open. “darling?” harry’s voice comes through.
“in the bedroom.” you say, a small smile covering your lips.
“you won’t believe the day i have had-“ he starts but shuts up as soon as he sees you. “woah.” he says, eyes wide, walking towards you and grabbing your waist.
“you like?” you ask, giving him a sweet smile.
“i love it, baby. you look so hot.” he says, giving you a smile.
“thanks, haz.” you say, pulling him in a kiss. the kiss starts off slow and passionately but soon turns rough and hungry.
he lifts you up and places you on the bed. he then takes off his tee and climbs on to of you to kiss you. he makes his way to your neck then slowly down your exposed thighs making sure he leaves hickeys and bites throughout. you moan giving into the feeling, he takes off your panties leaving your core bare. he kisses your inner thighs then your clit and then gets straight to work on your pussy. he licks your clit, making you moan out loud. he licks, massages and slightly bites your core until you come all over his face.
“good girl.” he says and smacks your core, gently.
“fuck, haz.” you say breathlessly. “but today is about you, i was suppose to make you feel good, not the other way.”
“baby, if you are satisfied then i am happy.” he says giving you a smirk.
“yeah, but i want to make you feel good.” you say, slightly pouting. “want me to ride you?” you ask him.
he raises his eyebrows. “darling, i love you but you are a pillow princess, are you sure you want to ride me?”
“yeah, i will put in the efforts today, you just enjoy.” you say getting up and gently pushing him on the bed.
you slid his shorts and boxers off, freeing him from the tightness. his cock springs out free already hard, you slowly pump him, making him whimper slightly. you quickly get out of the corset, freeing your boobs. you straddle him, and guide his cock inside you, making you both moan. you actions are slow and careful, you bounce on him but its sloppy and slow. he sees you struggle and helps you out by placing his hands on your side.
“harry…” you let out a whine and he understands immediately. he lifts you up and flip you guys around, pinning you down so that your face is in the mattress. he holds you by the back of your neck and practically pounds into you, making you moan. he is rough but passionate. he smacks your arse regularly turning it red.
“ahhh fuck harry.” you moan as he increases the speed. “i am about to come.”
“come for me, love.” he says in a rough voice. and you come immediately. he soon follows, coming inside you leaving your hole drippy and letting out a groan. he then collapses beside you. “you okay, baby? did i hurt you?” he asks, moving the hair that is stuck to your face.
“no, that was amazing.” you say, letting you a sigh. “you found it amazing?”
“i loved it, darling. thank you for dressing up for me, it was the best surprise ever.” he says, kissing your forehead.
“oh i thought the new motorbike i bought you is the best thing ever.” you say to him.
“you bought me a motorbike?!” he asks excitedly and you nod. “fuck, you are like the best girlfriend ever.” he says pulling you in a kiss, “i love you so much.”
“i love you too, haz.” you say smiling at him.
Could you write a w2s x reader where yn had the personality of Quen Blackwell and whenever she appears in sidemen videos her an Ethan are like Quen and Larray
Who knows me better?
description: harry does a ‘who knows me better?’ with ethan and his girlfriend
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: fluff
notes: hey, anon, i really appreciate the request but i don’t watch much american yt and i have only seen a few clips of quen and larray. i have sort of written a fic about harry’s and ethan’s bromance. i hope you enjoy reading and keep sending requests x
“today, i am joined with ethan and y/n, and i am going to see which one of them knows me the best! but before we start we have got a sponsor!” harry says and starts with the sponsor. “so make sure you check out the link is in the description and let’s get on with the video! today i have my best friend and my girlfriend going head to head with each other to see who knows me the best.”
“it’s your job to figure out who is who.” you chime in with some sarcasm, making the both of them laugh.
“right, so let’s get started. what is my favourite colour?” he asks. ethan and you both write down an answer. “okay so this seems obvious.”
“so i have obviously written blue.” you say matter of fact-ly.
“well i have written the colour of my eyes.” ethan says flipping his board, making the room laugh.
“yeah, ethan’s got the point.” harry says, after laughing.
“what?! seriously?!” you ask and they chuckle. “ethan’s the girlfriend then.” you state, making them laugh more.
“when is my birthday?” he asks, again you both write down an answer. you both get it right. “i am going to give ethan an extra point since he took the efforts to remember it.”
“let’s go, lad!” ethan says, hugging harry.
“what?! no no, that’s not fair!” you whine, and they just chuckle. “fuck you both.”
“okay, okay, you both get the same points.” harry says, “next question, which one of you have kissed me the most?”
“i have written ethan.” you say.
“me too!” ethan excliams, flipping his board.
“what?! of course it’s y/n. in what world would it be ethan?” he says.
“oh so now you remember, i am the girlfriend.” you sass, making them laugh again.
“who’s seen me naked the most?” harry asks the next question.
“right, i have written me.” you say.
“i have written ‘ethan’” ethan says.
“well, it seems like ethan has won.” harry declares.
“what?! nah, there is no way.” you say, throwing the board away. both of them laughing until they turn red.
“thanks for watching, guys. ethan obviously won.” harry says between laughs.
“yeah, ethan obviously gets that d every night too.” you say, sarcastically, making them laugh harder.
thank you for feeding us w w2s postsss
you are welcome, my love 🩷
more coming soon x
I didn’t finish
description: texting your boyfriend you didn’t finish last night
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader; george clarke x fem!reader; arthur frederick (arthut tv) x fem!reader; chris dixon (chrismd) x fem!reader
genre: fluff and smut (if you squint)
warning: sexual language
Harry Lewis
you: i didn’t finish last night 😔
haz: what?
you: last night when you ate me out, i didn’t finish.
haz: but you did finish
you: nah i faked it.
haz: y/n, you are not funny and you definitely didn’t fake it.
you: i am not trying to be funny just being truthful.
haz: you did finish, you squirted all over my face. i can still taste you on my tongue. i will be home in two hours and you best believe you will regret this little stunt you pulled.
you: hehe, don’t tempt me, love.
George Clarke
you: i didn’t finish last night 😔
clarkeyyy: shut up, poppet.
you: what? i am being sincere.
clarkeyyy: yeah, right.
you: ooo did i hurt your ego?
clarkeyyy: i am on my way home, you better be ready because you are not going stop finishing.
you: i am joking, george 😭
Chris Dixon
you: i didn’t finish last night 😔
chrisy: stop lying, love.
you: i am not…
chrisy: you literally came all over my face.
you: umm…i didn’t.
chrisy: oh you totally did. and then came the begging, ‘oh chris one more time please’
you: shut up.
chrisy: your little prank didn’t work this time, darling 😘.
Arthur Frederick
you: i didn’t finish last night 😔
arthur: i am sorry…what?
you: last night when you ate me out, i didn’t finish, i faked it
arthur: are you kidding?
you: nope.
arthur: why didn’t you tell me last night? i could have sworn you came, you are a very good actor. but you should really communicate such things so i can do better.
you: aww, arthur. i am joking. you were amazing last night. i did finish.
arthur: oh thank god. my lady must be satisfied.
you: i love you so much 😭
So like is it to late to ask for a part 2 to flashing lights cause I really need one whether they find each other again or go their separate ways I need a part 2
Flashing lights 2
description: part two to flashing lights
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: angst
you are standing in front of the mirror looking at yourself in the white dress you have always wanted to wear, the hair style you always imagined and the perfect makeup. although everything you wanted is there, your face holds the expression of sadness.
you have everything but not the man, you are not marrying a certain blue eyed blond english man, who has the key to brighten up your life. you are dreading to walk down the aisle, you know it’s not right to marry anyone other than him. the guy you are about to marry is kind, respectful, handsome, he is everything but not harry.
your eyes pool with tears at the thought of harry. you loved him, you still love him. it’s been 2 years since that night — the night you ended up in hospital, the night that he wrote you that letter which still breaks your heart. you messaged him, called him, tired to visit his place but he wouldn’t let you in, not once, not ever.
you hear a knock at the door. “i told you i will come when i am ready!” you scoff, thinking it’s your cousin again asking if you are ready. the door opens and you hear footsteps approaching you. “seriously give me five-“ you say as you turn around but stop as soon as you see the person. “harry?” your voice falls.
“hey.” he says awkwardly, smiling softly.
“what are you doing here?” you say, your voice cracking trying your best not to cry.
“i am here to stop you from making a mistake.” he states and you just gape at him. “y/n, you can’t marry that man. you don’t even love him, i know you and this isn’t your decision.”
“don’t.” you say, now tears streaming down your face. “don’t tell me what to do, you have no right.”
“y/n, you can’t marry him! not when i am still here, not when i still love you!” he says, his voice dripping with anguish.
“you don’t love me, harry. stop lying, stop filling my head with lies and fantasy which are not going to come true. let me move on!” you say, trying your hardest to stop crying.
“what? baby, no, i love you, that’s the truth, i love you with all my heart.” he says with tears in eyes.
“you love me, huh? you don’t reply to my texts, that’s love, right? you don’t call me back, that’s love? you don’t let me in your house, you don’t meet with me, you don’t visit me in hospital, that’s love? you left me a letter, harry, a letter! after i had a whole panic attack, you leave me a letter?! you don’t even care for me, harry?!” you are full on sobbing now, your knees fail you and you sit down on the floor.
he rushes to your side. “i know i made stupid mistakes, but i was just trying to let you move on.”
“so let me, harry. let me marry that guy, the guy waiting for me at the end of the aisle.” you say, between sobs.
“i can’t.” he is crying now. “i can’t live with myself if i let you walk down that, i love you with all my life, every single piece of me craves you. this heart,” he places your hand to his chest, “it only beats for you. my thoughts are always about you. you consume every single part of me, y/n. and i know you love me too, i know you do. you called me last night, drunk, telling me that you do, asking me to stop you from making the worst mistake of your life so i am here to stop you from making that mistake. don’t marry him, marry me, choose me, be with me. i will take all the stupid media attention and torture to be with you, the love of my life. i know this is sudden and insane, but i came here with one intention and that is to runaway with you, we can go to the court house, we can get married-“
“harry, love, stop. take a deep breath.” you rub a thumb against his cheek bone, his ranting had forced you to stop crying. “a sane person would say that you are two years too late and that you have made way too many mistakes but i am not sane, i still love you too and i am ready to forgive all your mistakes because i am not insane enough to let you walk out, haz.”
“fuck, baby.” he sighs before pulling you into a hungry kiss, rough and passionate, as if he were making up for all the months he went without kissing you. “i love you, i love you so much.” he says, as he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against your.
“i love you too.” you give him a smile. you know you are in the arms of the only man you will ever love, the man you are going to spend your entire life with, and you know you are going to marry him. you choose him.
Wedding Blunders
description: there are many blunders during yours and harry’s wedding
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: fluff
you have been to many weddings, none of them yours. you have seen all your best friends get married to the love of their lives, you have played the part of the perfect bridesmaid, you have shed a few happy tears seeing them in the beautiful white gown, you have caught countless bouquets which comes with the promise of ‘you are next!’, all while your boyfriend of five years watch from sidelines.
harry has always voiced his dislike towards weddings, he always complained about how much of a waste of money and time weddings can be. for the longest time, you thought you would never get the chance to experience your own wedding day until harry got down on one knee. originally, you and harry were going to have a small civil ceremony but then he saw you try on a wedding dress and decided that he would tolerate all the wedding fuss if he got to see you like that— happy and absolutely beautiful. you thought he won’t be of much help during the wedding prep but surprisingly he was present for all the flower arrangements, cake selections, venue choices and everything in between.
the wedding stretched out as a three-day event. day one: the welcome party, day two: rehearsal followed by cocktail party, and day three: wedding and the reception. you book a villa in south of italy to accumulate all your guests. you guys decided to keep the guest list kind of short — a few family members and most of the ukyt friends.
for the welcome party, you wear a navy blue silk dress with diamond jewellery and matching heels, harry’s shirt matches your dress and he looks dashing as always. the welcome party is a chill event, setting the mood for the weekend. guest interact with one another, getting to know each other.
“you look amazing.” harry says and wraps his arms around you from behind. you both are getting ready in your room and admiring how good you look in the mirror. “you ready to get the party started?”
“yes, ready as ever.” you say, kissing his cheek before you both make your to the backyard where the party is held. a few guests are already there, you start by greeting everyone, checking if they were comfortable in their assigned room and everything else was fine.
the evening starts off with soft music, good drinks and a lots of chatter. everything was going smoothly, until jj decides it’s a good idea to jump into the pool fully clothed and convincing others to follow him. you are usually prepared for jj’s unpredictable antics but today it catches you off guard. it may be a trivial matter but it still makes you feel annoyed, grown men acting like a bunch of juveniles. you tired to ignore them, making conversation with the people who are not in the pool, until you are pushed into to pool yourself.
“what the fuck?!” you say as soon as you catch your breath. everyone starts laughing, including your husband to be. “why would you do that?!” you ask jj, the culprit who pulled you in.
“it’s funny, innit?” he says still laughing hard.
you sigh before getting out of the pool and going to change your very expensive and beautiful dress which you got to only wear for 30 mins. harry follows you inside sensing the discomfort.
“wait up, darling!” he says following you inside the room. “what’s wrong?”
“what’s wrong? harry, look at me. my dress is absolutely ruined. look at you too, you are completely wet too. we haven’t even had dinner yet and the pool is all ruined, there are bits of food in there, you know we have to pay to clean it, right?” you say, your tone a little rough.
“hey, darling, calm down. the boys were just having fun. it’s all fine, and don’t worry about the pool i will take care of it. and i do remember you packing an extra dress in case of some incident.” he tries his best to calm you down.
the next day when you wake up, you find harry is already awake beside you, running his fingers through your hair. “good morning, baby, slept well?”
“yeah, good morning.” you say, kissing his cheek.
“last night was crazy, wasn’t it?” he says and you groan remembering the events of last night. “jj is really sorry, he was quite upset when i told him you were mad.”
“harry, you told him i was mad?” you groan, placing a hand on your forehead. “you don’t tell a guest that, harold. it’s impolite.”
“but it’s jj.” he mutters under his breath before you both get out and get ready for the day.
the day starts with the wedding rehearsal, only a few of the guests are present such as the bridesmaid and the groomsmen, both your parents and other people involved in the wedding. it was calm and you were happy with the flow of the events.
at night, everyone meets for the cocktail party and that’s when disaster strikes. harry promised you he wouldn’t touch a drink since he didn’t want to deal with a hangover in the morning, but he did not follow through on that promise because an hour into the party and he is already drunk and spitting rude comments out, you are not completely bothered by it until he got into a physical fight. harry never gets into physical fights, well until tonight, that too with ethan.
“harry, get off him!” you hear simon scream and sprint to the scene of chaos. harry is on top of ethan landing drunk punches and in turn getting hit. everyone else is trying to break them apart but they are failing miserably.
you take a deep breath before screaming on top of your lungs, your voice is the loudest in the chaos, “stop it!” they break apart quickly. harry and ethan have a busted lip and a black eye respectively, their faces covered in guilt. “what is going on?” you say, your voice back to normal.
“he called you a bitch.” harry says, pointing towards ethan.
“only because harry called faith dumb.” ethan defends himself.
“are you guys five?” you say, anger evident in your voice. both of them began to protest but you interrupt them. “harry, go to the room, i will come and help you with your lip and ethan, put some ice on that eye. simon, can you please take of the broken glass while i deal with this idiot.” simon nods and gets to work, ethan goes to grab some ice along with faith who is glaring at him, and you grab harry’s hand and drag him to the room.
“it wasn’t my fault.” harry says, as soon as you reach the room. “he started it.”
“harry, i do not care who started it, you shouldn’t have continued it.” you sit him down on the bed and stand in front of him before cleaning and aiding his wound. “i accepted better from you harry.”
he suddenly hugs you and burying his face into your stomach. “i am sorry, darling, i promise i will behave tomorrow, i promise to give you the best wedding day ever.” your lips spreads into a soft smile and you gently run your fingers through his hair.
“okay then get changed and go to sleep, i am going back down to bid everyone good night.” you tell him. he nods and goes to change.
you stand in front of the mirror, admiring yourself in the white gown you have always wanted to wear, the one which you have dreamt of. your hair is styled just the way you like it, your makeup light just to enhance your natural beauty. you can’t help but take pride in how good you look.
“wow, darling, look at you, you look beautiful.” your mother says, tears pooling in her eyes. “ah, my baby has grown so much.”
“mum, don’t.” you say, your voice cracking, as you stop yourself from crying.
“no, no, no one’s crying.” she says wiping her tears away. “let’s go, it’s time.” she takes your arm and you make your way out, ready to walk down the aisle.
the bridesmaids wait for you there, tears forming in their eyes when they see you. ‘omg you look so pretty’ ‘i am going to cry’ and other such comments are uttered you can only smile because all your attention is on the man who’s waiting for you at the end of the aisle. you can’t see him but you cab imagine him in a black suit, nervously fidgeting with his fingers, you can’t wait to see him.
“umm…y/n, there is a problem.” one of the bridesmaids interrupts your train of thoughts. “someone’s wearing white…”
“what?” you asked confused. you have specifically asked your guests to wear darker shades like navy blue or black. you peek out to look at the person. “of course it’s her.” you roll your eyes at one of cousins. “you know what, it’s fine. it’s my day after all.” you try to shake if off. “we should start the ceremony.” you clear your throat.
the music starts playing and the bridesmaids walk out, taking their place at the end of the aisle. then you walk out with both your parents, as soon as you lock eyes with harry, he breaks down. everyone thought that harry would be the last person to cry at his wedding, seems like everyone was wrong. ethan slightly rubs his shoulder, trying to calm him down. finally you reach him, your dad hands you to him and whispers something that makes him cry more. then he looks at you properly, you wipe his tears with your thumb and give him a soft smile.
the ceremony goes swimmingly, you both exchanged your vows and with a loving kiss you both are announced husband and wife. “i present you mrs. & mr. lewis.” the officiant announces and everyone lets out a cheer.
soon the lunch is served, while everyone is eating your cousin, who is in the white dress, approaches you. “y/n, amazing wedding.” she starts in an obnoxious voice. “i am sorry i didn’t follow the dress code, you know white is my colour and darker colours just don’t suit me. i hope you understand.” she feigns innocence. then ‘accidentally’ tips over the glass of wine, splashing a few drops on your dress.
you gasp and everyone’s attention falls on you. harry’s jaw ticks and his eyes twitches and before anyone can say anything, he takes his full glass of wine and drenches her white dress with wine. “i think darker colours definitely suits you.” he says his voice smooth and without regrets. everyone either laughs or gasps.
“you are insane.” she shrieks and when she sees you laughing, “you both are insane!” she then storms out.
“i love you.” you whisper to your husband and he just kiss you.
“no one’s gonna ruin this for you, my love.” he whispers.
the reception goes smoothly. you change into a more comfortable dress to dance in. your husband never leaving your side and you feel it then — no matter how messy days get, you will always have each other.
You Forgot
description: harry forgot your birthday
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: angst
the clock hits 12am, you are wide awake in your bed, excited about your birthday. your phone silently buzz on the nightstand, notifications and messages from your friends and family, wishing you ‘happy birthday’. all the messages are lovely and meaningful but you are waiting for one specific wish — your husband’s.
you turn to your side to look at harry but you are met with his back and his soft snoring. you decide not to disturb him since his been working a lot for the past couple of weeks. ‘he probably has something planned for tomorrow.’ you think to yourself, smiling and then eventually drifting into sleep.
your alarm goes off making you groan, you roll in your bed trying to wrap your arm around your husband but he isn’t there, your eyes shoot open. you get out of bed and make your way to the kitchen, hoping he was preparing a birthday breakfast for you, a smile already forming on your lips at the thought but when you reach the kitchen you find it empty, your smile falls. you call out his name once, twice but no reply. you check your phone and there it is, a message from him. ‘hey, love. had an early shoot today, you looked too peaceful to be woken up. meet you for dinner. i love you.’ you smile at the message and send back a quick message.
you get ready for the day and since you have nothing else to do you ask the girls out for lunch which they quickly agreed to. “hello, beautiful.” faith says, kissing your cheek. “happy birthday!” talia follows. “happy birthday, doll!” freya hugs you.
“thank you guys!” you thank them before you all get seated down.
“so, where is harry?” talia asks.
“yeah, that boy never leaves you alone on your birthday, he tells everyone that he’s got monopoly on you on your birthday.” freya adds.
“he left this morning before i woke up, they seem really busy lately.” you answer, a little upset thinking that you missed your birthday morning with your husband.
“yeah, they have overbooked their schedules. ethan is also barely ever at home, last week he even missed olive’s ballet performance. but then he made up to us by spending an entire day with us, some family time.” faith explains.
“josh is been busy too, but he never fails to tell me every single detail of his day to me, and he makes sure we have breakfast together.” freya smiles a little while speaking.
“simon, too, makes sure we have breakfast every morning, it’s our way to spend time together but those boys really need to relax a little.” talia adds. you guys then shift the conversation to something lighter, more entertaining.
the lunch went perfectly, the girls gave you presents that you asked them not to give but they insisted. after saying your goodbyes to the girls, you decide to spend some alone time, you go shopping.
you don’t realise how much time you actually spend while shopping because by the time you reach home it’s already 6:30. as soon as you reach home, you take off your shoes near the front door before yelling, “harry, you home?” but you get no reply. you go to the kitchen then living room then bedroom then finally his studio room, he is nowhere. you decide to call him but he doesn’t pick up but then messages you back immediately ‘hey, love, i am on my way home, battery’s about to die, be home in 30.’ you sigh and start getting ready for the evening.
you are ready by 7:30 but harry still isn’t here, it’s been an hour and now you are worried. you give him another call but he doesn’t answer, you message him but he leaves you on read. so helplessly you just sit there hoping he would walk in at any minute.
7:30 turns to 9:00 and there is no sign of him, you message him once more but he still leaves on ‘read’. tears form in your eyes and before you know it you are sobbing. harry spoils you on your birthday, he always has. he would make you breakfast in bed, give you lots and lots of gifts, take you out to fancy restaurants, ignore all his work related calls just for one day, and absolutely pamper you with kisses and cuddles.
9:00 turn to 11:00 but your tears don’t stop, he forgot your birthday. the one person you were sure would never forget your birthday, forgot it. you might be overreacting just a little but you had the right to, because the one person who made you feel like the most important and loved person on the planet forgot your birthday.
the door finally opens and shuts and harry’s voice comes through, “i am back, my love!” his voice low because he is far away, you hear his footsteps. “darling?” he calls out as he sees you curled up in the bed. you look up at him with teary eyes. “y/n, darling, what’s happened?” he quickly rushes by your side, trying to hold your hand but you flinch. “y/n?”
“harry…wh-what day is it?” you say, between hiccups.
“saturday…?” he answers confused and you just stare at him, not being able to believe that he actually forgot.
“it’s my birthday” you answer, your voice barely audible.
“no, no, no, it can’t be your birthday your birthday is on-“ he starts and then suddenly stops, his face falls like his heart just leaped out of his chest. “fuck, it’s your birthday.” he runs his hand through his hair, tugging on them. “fuck fuck fuck, i forgot. how the fuck did i forget? you know what, we can still make it to dinner, it’s only 11:30, 30 minutes to go, let’s go, where do you-“ he starts rambling until you speak.
“harry, stop it.” you say. “i don’t want to go anywhere, my birthday is over and you forgot it, end of story, there is nothing else to say.”
“please, baby, let me make it up to you. i will do anything.” harry practically begs.
“where were you?” you ask, “and tell me the truth, where were you actually?”
“i went to a shoot in the morning which ran quite late.” he explains.
“then why are you wearing your golf gear.” you ask.
“after the shoot josh, simon and i went to play golf.” he says, his voice low and filled with guilt.
“you went golfing instead of coming home to me?” you ask, your voice cracking.
“don’t say it like that, darling.” he sighs.
“but that’s the truth, harry. you haven’t been home in two weeks. you come home to sleep and then leave as soon as you get ready, you don’t wake me up, you don’t eat breakfast with me, you don’t spend any time with me. i don’t exist to you harry. harry, you don’t even talk to me, you send me short cryptic messages that mean nothing, you refuse to call me back and you barely even text me. i had lunch with the girls today, they told me that the others are also equally busy but they don’t forget about their families. harry you forgot about me.” you say, between tears.
“y/n, i am sorry. i am so sorry, my darling. i promise to make it up to you. i won’t go in tomorrow, i will spend all my time with you. i am sorry, my love. please, forgive me.” harry begs.
you take a deep breath before grabbing your night clothes and your skin care products before going to the guest room, harry follows you. “what are you doing?” he asks, his voice panicky.
“i need to spend some time alone, i am going to sleep in the guest room tonight.” you announce.
“y/n, no. we have talked about, we don’t go to sleep angry and we definitely don’t sleep in separate rooms. i can’t sleep without you.” he says.
“well we also said we would not ignore each other or forget the most important days of our lives but i guess we both were liars.” you say shutting the door in his face.
as soon as the door closes, you start crying. you can’t sleep without him either but there is no way you can sleep in the same room as him right now. you hear a knock on the door but you don’t open the door.
“darling, i am right here, okay. right here.” he says, from outside. “i am not leaving until i get to hold you, i will stay here the entire night if i have to.” you sigh hearing him. “still here!” he says again, you chuckle a little. “darling, me and my pillow are going to stay right here the entire night, i am going to punish myself, i will punish myself.” he says.
you take a deep breath and open the door. and there he was on the floor, still in his golf clothes and his specs that makes him look so hot. “harry, go to bed, please.”
“no, darling, i am not leaving, not without you.” he shakes his head. “please don’t be mad at me, it’s breaking my heart.” he says, his voice cracking as his eyes fill with tears.
“harry…” you say, and sit down beside him. tears falling down your face again.
“i am a bad husband. i made my wife cry on her birthday.” he says, crying now.
“don’t say that.” you hug him tightly, not ready to let go of him. “don’t ever say that. i might have thrown a tantrum but i had a right to, that doesn’t mean you are a bad husband, you forgot and that really hurt but that doesn’t mean you are a bad husband, you are the best husband.”
“oh my love.” he pulls you into a kiss. “i promise to never do that again, i promise to never ignore you again, if i ever do that kick me out of the house, but i am never going do this again.” he says as soon as you break the kiss. he then picks you up and bring you to bed. “i am going to make tomorrow the best day ever.” he says and kisses you.
You promised
description: harry broke a promise
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: angst
warning: accident, blood, broken bone, hospital.
you and harry have been dating for a long time, you have seen him grow on youtube, you have seen him do stupid things like backflips that nearly sent him into a coma.
the first time you saw him do something that stupid was in a sidemen video — the road trip video. he does a backflip off a car and almost land on his head, you remember that day vividly well. the day the video came out you were too busy to watch it immediately, so when your phone started blowing up with notifications from twitter, it was a little confusing. it was clip of harry doing the backflip off the car, many people had tagged you in it, commenting things like ‘y/n, look!’, ‘omg, i hope he is okay!’, ‘this is insane!’. you open the thirty seconds clip and your body paralyse with horror. your boyfriend literally jeopardised his life for a youtube video, and didn’t even bother to inform you before releasing the video. you and harry had a big fight that day, you shouting at him that what he did was reckless and him counter arguing with the fact that everything is content. the fight ended with you giving him an ultimatum that if he would do something stupid like that again you would leave him, he promised you that it will never happen again.
he still holds that promise, two years ago when you guys got married he mentioned the promise in his vows and cemented it as such forever. he hasn’t done something that would seriously hurt him for content and you wish it would stay the same. four months ago, when you guys announced your pregnancy news to your friends, everyone was really excited. the boys also jokingly promised you that they won’t let harry do something stupid that will hurt him, you all laughed about it but you knew they would make sure of it.
you were reading a book, when you got a call from josh. harry and the boys were filming a pub golf in london, before harry left, you told him to be careful and he replied with ‘yeah, yeah, i love you.’
“hey, josh. is he absolutely shitfaced by now?” you say, making a joke, a broad smile spreading across your face at the thought of harry.
“hey, y/n…” josh trails off, his voice sounds low and tired as if he was upset.
“josh?” you ask, sensing something was off, your smile falls immediately as anxiety raises.
“y/n, please don’t freak out.” josh says, trying his best to stay calm.
“josh, what’s happened?” you ask, already freaking out. “where is harry?”
“harry is in the hospital.” josh says.
“what?” you ask, tears already forming in your eyes. “what happened? which hospital? i am coming over.”
“tobi is on his way to pick you up, harry got into an accident and had to be rushed to the ER.” josh explains.
“is he conscious? what happened to him?” you ask.
“tobi is on his way, please take care of yourself and the baby, everything will be fine.” josh tries to reassure you but he himself doesn’t sound sure.
“josh, don’t hang up on me, tell me if he is conscious.” you say but before you can finish he hangs up on you.
you hear the doorbell and almost run to the door, tobi is waiting outside, his eyes tear stained and his face holds a sorrow expression. “hey, y/n, you okay?” his voice is low and tired.
“tobi, what happened to him? josh wouldn’t tell me anything.” you ask, full on crying now.
“they got too drunk and then ethan and harry started pretending to fight, harry lost balance and stumbled onto the road and…he got hit by a car.” tobi explains, crying before saying the last part.
your world crumbles, the only guy you have ever loved, the man you choose to spend your entire life with, and the man who will be the father of your children, is laying in the hospital bed, unconscious. “tobi, i want to go to the hospital.” you say, already grabbing your coat and purse along with some important documents like insurance.
the car ride to the hospital, was heartbreaking and the longest trip you have taken. when you finally get to the hospital, tobi takes you to the waiting area where everyone was waiting. jj, simon, ethan, vik, josh and the crew were all there, the group is usually filled with light and laughter but today everyone hold a sad expression, all their faces tear stained. ethan’s clothes have smudges of dried up blood on them, simon’s hands are shaking, jj’s clothes also have some blood on them, vik is trying to calm himself down with deep breath and josh is the first one to notice you.
“y/n…” he says. “please, have a seat.” he gets up offering you the seat, all the attention shifts to you.
“here, have this.” simon, gives you a cold bottle of water. “how are you?” he asks.
you just nod, unable to answer. “y/n, please don’t stress, i am sure he will be okay.” jj says, trying to reassure you.
you just nod again, “the baby is doing okay?” vik asks.
again, you just nod, then there is complete silence. you slowly turn your attention to ethan, who is standing in a corner, silently, a guilty expression covering his face. “i am so sorry.” he says, when his gaze meets your eyes.
“i can’t blame you.” is the first you say, your voice thick, trying not to cry. “i can’t blame any of you, harry was supposed to be responsible, he was not supposed to do something stupid.” you say and the tears start again.
“please don’t cry, he will be okay.” jj says, his eyes also filled with tears.
“harry lewis.” a nurse announces suddenly. you all look at her, you get up and walk towards her “he has gained consciousness, the doctor needs to talk to someone, and these documents must also be filled.” she hands you a pile of documents and leaves.
“i will fill them, y/n, you go to him.” josh says, you nod and hand him the papers before making your way to harry’s room.
the doctor is already waiting for in his room when you enter. “mrs. lewis.” he greets you and you give him a nod, all your attention on your husband who is laying in the bed. “he is stable now, a few broken ribs and some blood loss but everything is under control now, i have prescribed him medicines, he will need bed rest for six weeks and after that a weekly visit to hospital for four weeks, take care.” he says before leaving you alone with your husband.
you slowly walk towards him, he is awake. a few cuts on his face, his hand is bruised and an iv come out of his vein. “hey, baby.” he says, his voice groggy and he gives you a weak smile. “you came?”
“what is wrong with you?!” you almost scream. “harry, what you did was extremely reckless and selfish!” you feel the tears coming. “do you-“ your voice cracks, “did you even think about me?!” you say in between sniffles and tears.
“baby, calm down, this can’t be good for the baby.” he says, struggling to sit up but eventually being able to.
“don’t. don’t ask me to calm down, harry. you were reckless, you got hit by a car, a car, harry! how could you do this?! i know i might sound extremely selfish right now, maybe i am, but i need you to stay alive, harry. you are the reason i wake up every morning and you are the reason i go to bed every night in your arms, where i feel at home. i can’t imagine a life without you — i do not want to imagine a life without you. and what about him, huh?” you place your hand on your tummy. “harry, i can’t raise a child without you. you are my support system, you are my strength, harry.” you are fully sobbing now.
he pulls you by your coat before wrapping his arms around you, he is also crying now. “i am sorry, baby, i am so sorry, i should have been more careful, i should have been more responsible. i am so sorry to cause you so much worry, please please please don’t cry, i can’t bare seeing you cry, i hate it.” he reaches up to wipe away your tears.
you lean down to kiss him, right now all you wanted to do was to hold your husband and to never let him go again. he pulls you down on the bed carefully, not to hurt either of you. after the kiss, he gently cuddles you, kisses lingering on your forehead.
you hear a soft knock on the door, before the boys peek in. harry tells them to come in and all of them rush in. they all slowly come and hug harry.
“mate, that was scary.” harry says, jokingly.
“harry, don’t joke about this, you need to be more careful. y/n, was having a full blown panic attack.” josh says.
harry looks at you and kisses your forehead again, “i know, i am sorry, my love.”
all the boys start chatting again, everyone asking harry questions about his health and injuries, all expect for ethan. “ethan, mate?” harry asks.
“harry, it was my fault, i should have never fought, you wouldn’t have been in the hospital. it’s all my fault.” he says. “and i also broke y/n’s promise.”
“ethan”, you say getting up from the bed. “i told you it’s not fault, harry doesn’t blame you either.” you tell him and harry nods reassuring him. “now, go and hug him, i need some competition for the president of harry’s fan club.” the room erupts in laughter.
Can’t Sleep
description: harry cannot fall asleep without you
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: fluff
harry and you have been dating for sometime now. and ever since you have moved in, he has built a habit of not being able to fall asleep without you in his arms. the habit was built unconsciously, the weight of your head on his bicep, the way his arm perfectly drapes around your waist and your soft snoring filling up the quiet room — all of this made him feel like he was at home, you were his home.
the days when you were out with your girls for a girls night or when you went on trips with your family, leaving him alone at home, those were the worst nights for him. he would toss and turn in the bed unable to fall asleep since the bed is too cold and the room is too lonely. he is the same when he is away for a sidemen holiday video, no matter how tired he gets from all the travelling he cannot fall asleep without you.
so when he went away for another sidemen holiday, it was no surprise that he was unable to fall asleep. he was on the bad team with tobi and vik. only one of them could sleep on the bed alone, the other two will have to share a bed. vik got lucky and got a bed to himself, tobi and harry were the ones sharing.
harry being unable to sleep, started tossing and turning again. “mate, seriously, stop moving so much.” a very tired and annoyed tobi groans.
“i can’t fall asleep, mate.” harry says.
“we had the most tiring journey ever, how are you not sleepy?” tobi says, trying to go back to sleep again.
“i can’t fall asleep without her.” harry whispers but it goes unheard because tobi was already asleep. he groans and gets out of the bed, and walks over to the balcony, he sits there enjoying the cool midnight breeze.
he decides to call you, just to check up on you. you pick up almost immediately, “hello, harry?”
“hey, baby.” a soft smile spreads across his face when he hears your voice.
“what are you doing up?! it’s like 2am there! go to sleep, haz, you must be tired.” you tell him.
“i can’t sleep without you.” his voice was slow and soft.
“aww, i am so sorry, haz, i wish i could help you.” you say feeling helpless.
“i can’t wait to cuddle you when i return.” he says. “i will let you go now, love, and try to sleep. i love you, see you soon.”
“i love you too, haz.” you says, before hanging up.
harry makes his way to the kitchen, to get some tea, hoping it’ll help him sleep. he was wrong, the tea didn’t help, nothing helps. suddenly his phone pings — a message from you. ‘haz, there is my perfume and my sweater in your bag, maybe that could help. please try and get some sleep, darling. i love you!’ he immediately rummage through his bag and found your sweater. he brings it with him to the bed, it smells of you and that’s enough to knock him out.
the next time he wakes up is due to an insufferable alarm. “what the fuck is that?!” he exclaims, his voice rough and groggy.
“josh set up this stupid alarm. i swear i am gonna kill him.” tobi answers from beside him. all three of them get up and get ready for the day. they are returning back home today and harry is over the moon, he gets to sleep beside you again.
all seven of them meet at the airport. “mate, did you sleep at all last night?” simon asks harry. “you look like a dead man.”
“yeah, and you are walking like one too, c’mon harold, wake up, we are trying to make content here.” ethan chimes in.
“i didn’t sleep properly last night and then in morning josh’s terrible alarm fucked me up.” harry groans. “i can’t wait to hold her again. i can’t fall asleep without her now.”
“it’s like a child without his blanket.” jj laughs at him and everyone else join in.
you decide to surprise harry and decided to pick him up from the airport. once they land, the boys grab their bags from the conveyor belt and make their way out where they find you waiting for them. you give them a smile.
“look, harry!” ethan says, all excited to see you. your attention now completely on your boyfriend, he has eye bags under his eyes and he looks pale, he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.
the moment he sees you, he drops all his bags and comes running to you. he envelops you into a forceful embrace. you let out a chuckle before wrapping your arms around him. “hey, haz, missed me?”
“i am never leaving you again.” he mutters in your hair.
the boys help him load up the car with his luggage before you guys make your way home. as soon as you guys reach home, he collapses on the bed and pulls you down with him. he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, places his head on your chest and immediately falls asleep, you gently run your fingers through his hair, a soft smile spreading across your face at the thought of how much you love him.
