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Harry Lewis🩵

harry lewis x yn tomlinson

Hit Send (2023)

You, Me, Drinks - Friday Night? (2023)

Mini Golf (2023)

Cosy Evening (2023)

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Cosy Evening

Harry Lewis Masterlist

Summary: Harry and YN have a cosy night in.

Pairing: harry lewis x yn tomlinson

Since their second date, Harry and YN had become more or less inseparable. Some days they’d quietly walk along the small village canal, the cold air biting at their skin while their hands found each other’s without much thought. Other times they’d hide away in cosy coffee shops, steam rising from their mugs as they laughed quietly over one of Harry’s jokes. And on evenings when the world felt a little brighter, they’d explore their favourite restaurants, both trying different foods the other recommended.

It was the Thursday before Christmas. Knowing that she was going to be travelling up North in a couple of days, and Harry back home to Guernsey, YN wanted to make the most of their time in London.

YN knew Harry was doing last minute meetings with the boys in preparation for the New Year, so she invited him over in the evening for some pizza and a cosy night in.

By the time Harry arrived, it was already dark outside. YN heard a knock and felt a small smile appear on her lips before she had even reached the door. Eager to see the boy who was now on her mind more than anything else.

When she opened it, Harry was stood there in his comfy dark shorts and oversized hoodie, hands tucked into the pockets like he always did out of habit. His hair was slightly messier than usual, the front of it poking out from underneath his hood, telling YN he’d run his hands through it one too many times.

“Hi, gorgeous!”. Harry’s face softened instantly when he saw YN.

“Hi!”. YN smiled shyly as he brought her in for a much needed cuddle.

She stepped aside to allow him in. “Long day?”.

Harry followed her through to the living room. “Yeah”. He let out a sigh as he shrugged off his jacket and popped it on chair. “But knowing I was seeing you kept me going”.

YN was dressed just as cosy. She had swapped her jeans for soft leggings and a light knit jumper that hung loose over her body.

“Such a charmer”. YN teased as they both settled on the sofa together.

Harry stretched his legs out in front of them, crossing his ankles as he draped one arm across the back of the sofa. YN sat with her knees tucked underneath her as she flicked through the endless films on Netflix, showing her frustration of not being able to find one by letting out a small groan.

“Why can’t you find anything good to when you actually want to watch something?”. She muttered, still flicking through the options.

Harry leaned back into the sofa, stretching his arms above his head as he watched the films disappear once by one on the TV mounted on the wall. “Because you’re being fucking picky”.

“I’m not!”: She argued, but continued to scroll past more option. “I just don’t want anything sad, scary or that requires too much thinking.”

He laughed quietly. “Right, so that narrows it down to about, three films”.

Before she could respond to his sarcasm, the doorbell rang. YN’s face lit up as she realised it was their pizza.

She jumped up from the sofa, leaving Harry watching her with a small smile he didn’t even realise he was wearing. By the time she returned, balancing two pizza boxes and a large bottle of Coke, Harry had already cleared the table, making space.

They settled back on the sofa together, both reaching for a slice of pizza each. After taking a bite, Harry asked. “So, when do you go back home for Christmas?”.

YN wiped the corner of her mouth before answering. “I’m leaving on Saturday, what about you? When are you flying back to Guernsey?”.

“My flights at five o’clock on Saturday night”. Harry took another bite of his pizza.

“So we’re travelling the same day”. YN stated.

Harry nodded his head as he closed the pizza boxes knowing they both finished, before he slid down until his head was laying on her lap. He looked up and YN was already smiling down at him.

YN’s heart softened instantly. “You comfy?”. She asked softly, not wanting to disturb the calm.

“Yeah”. He whispered. “Hope that’s alright?”.

“Of course it is”. She smiled as she instinctively lifted herhand to his hair. Her fingers slowly brushing through his scalp.

Harry let out a quiet breath as he soaked up every minute of being with her. “What-do you have any like family Christmas traditions?”.

YN thought for a moment before answering. “Christmas Eve is Louis birthday, so we celebrate that until like four, five o’clock and then we all wear matching pyjamas and just chill for the night and watch films”.

“Sounds fucking cute, can’t wait to see a photo of you in them”. Harry smirked from where he still laid, his eyes crinkling slightly.

YN playfully rolled her eyes at the teasing. “Shut the fuck up”. She couldn’t hide her smile for long, “What about you?”.

“Nah, nah not really. We have like a big family Christmas party, which can be really fucking wild”. Harry explained. “We usually host that at my parents”.

“That sounds busy”. YN continued to draw absent patterns with her fingers through his hair. “What’s one thing you’re looking forward to for Christmas?”.

Again, Harry thought about the question, not wanting to rush his answer. “Uh-um, I’d probably say just being back home in Guernsey because I do like it there”. He reached for YN’s other hand, intertwining them and resting them both on his chest. “What about you?”.

“I’m excited to see all my family, but I’m extra excited to see Freddie my nephew, he lives in America so I don’t get to see him much”. YN let Harry in on a little of her family dynamic.

“I bet you’re the cool auntie”. Harry teased, squeezing her hand gently.

YN’s eyes met his. “Well obviously!”.

“I’m going to miss you and your fucking sass”. Harry spoke honestly, giving her a bittersweet smile.

“I’m going to miss you and your fucking potty mouth”. YN sent him a large grin.

Harry shook his head in amusement. YN lowered her head and their lips found eachother, more familiar with one an other as they moved slowly together.

But if there’s something they both knew, they were going to miss being in their little bubble. Just the two of them.

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Mini Golf

Harry Lewis Masterlist

Summary: Harry and YN’s second date.

Pairing: harry lewis x yn tomlinson

Harry stared at his phone for a solid minute before pressing send.

Harry: Mini golf this weekend?

YN’s reply came quicker than he expected.

YN: Yeah. But I’ll warn you I’m very competitive x

Harry smiled to himself, nerves fluttering in his chest in a way that felt familiar, full of excitement.

The mini golf course was tucked away down a small industrial estate, inside a refurbished warehouse, glowing with neon lights and splashes of colour against the dark walls.

Harry and YN walked inside, both giggling at the a group friends that walked past them playfully arguing about who won.

”That’ll be us later”. YN teased.

“Oh no, I’ll definitely be the winner”. Harry said confidently.

YN raised her eyebrows. “Very bold of you to make that statement”.

They queued for tickets and Harry insisted on paying, quickly swiping his card before YN could protest. He quickly picked up two brightly coloured putters and handing one to YN with a gentle smile.

The first hole was simple, there wasn’t many obstacles and more or less a straight shot.

YN insisted Harry go first. He stepped forward with confidence and small smirk on his lips. He lined his shot up, adding some exaggerated movements.

YN stood slightly to the side by the railing, watching him in amusement, and proudness at how calm he was compared to last time.

“Don’t fucking distract me”. He warned, humour evident in his tone.

“I’m literally just fucking standing here”. YN laughed.

“That’s very distracting”. He teased.

He swung his putter. Both their eyes followed the ball as it hit the edge of ramp and caught the side, before rolling back to Harry.

There was a moment of silence around them. YN’s eyes quickly flicked to Harry before she covered her mouth and laughed.

“Oh my, fuck that was tragic!”. She continued to laugh, no longer attempting to hide it.

“Nah, nah, that must have slipped, or the fucking floor is uneven”. Harry desperately tried to argue.

“Mhmm”. YN walked over, her putter ready. “Let me have a go”.

Harry stepped aside, still annoyed that he’d missed a simple shot.

YN took one soft swing, and the ball smoothly fell into the hole.

“Oh you’re fucking joking me!”. Harry was in shock, shaking his head in disbelief.

YN tried to hide her smile, but failed terribly. “Beginners luck”. She shrugged her shoulders.

“Beginners luck my arse”. Harry couldn’t hide his smile any longer. “You’ve played this before”.

They continued to the next hole, and they fell into an easy dynamic. The space was full of playful insults, healthy competition and mocking celebrations whilst the other exaggerated groans.

“This one looks tricky”. YN observed as she looked at the next hole, full of obstacles that looked impossible.

Harry hesitated, almost allowing an inner voice to tell him not to. But pushing the thoughts aside he leaned in behind her. Carefully holding his hands over hers.

The tension heightened. YN couldn’t concentrate as she felt her back pressed against his front. His breath tickled her ears as his head looked over shoulder.

Harry tried not to overthink the position too much, but it was difficult as his hands could feel how soft her skin was and her floral perfume filled his nostrils.

Breaking the silence, Harry encouraged her movements. “Alright, all you’ve got to do is angle it off the side”.

YN quickly glanced up at him. “Are you sure?”.

Harry only smiled. “Yeah, just trust me”.

She adjusted her stance a little. Harry swallowed as he realised they were closer than before. YN swung and fhe ball smoothly headed straight for the hole.

Without thinking, YN jumped up and wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck. His hands landed on her waist, as they both celebrated.

YN stepped back out of his arms, but noticing something as she did. “You’re not nervous?”.

“Wh-What?”. Harry panicked a little.

“You’re different tonight, more comfortable and less shakey”. YN described with a smile.

Harry consciously looked down at the putter in his hand. “Yeah, I guess I stopped worrying so much about messing this up”.

“I’m glad you stopped worrying too”. YN’s tone was soft. “I like this Harry”.

“It feels easy”. Harry was honest. “With you”.

YN’s smile was small, but inside her heart fluttered with happiness.

When they eventually finished the course, YN has won by a point.

Harry stared at the scoreboard. “I demand a rematch”.

“Sounds like you just don’t want to accept that I’m better at golf”. YN continued to tease, secretly enjoying how competitive they both were.

“Absolutely fucking not!”. Harry argued back, a mixture of teasing and honesty in his voice.

They stepped back outside into the cool December air, banter, teasing and laughter still bouncing between them. Harry shoved his hands into his hoodie sleeves as they walked down the road.

As they walked side by side, they casually chatted about their week ahead. Harry spoke about him filming a few things with the boys for the Sidemen, and YN spoke about a work project she’s working on with her sisters.

Their feet began to slow as they approached the street that was beginning to become familiar to Harry.

Preparing to part ways, they stopped. “I really enjoyed tonight”. Harry spoke gently. “Even if you did kick my arse at golf”.

“Me too”. YN could feel the blush creep onto her cheeks as she waited for what may come.

Harry didn’t let himself overthink. He stepped closer, his hand brushing her sleeve before he carefully found her waist. YN moved her head up without thought.

Their lips were soft and gentle when they met. Surprising them both, it felt familiar. The kiss was unhurried but full of warmth before they both reluctantly pulled back.

Not moving completely away, they both shyly smiled at eachother. “That was worth losing golf for”.

YN chuckled at Harry’s unserious energy. She squeezed his hand gently. “Text me when you get home safe”.

“Always”. Harry promised, before leaving a small peck to her forehead.

As they both walked away, neither could stop smiling.

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You, Me, Drinks - Friday Night?

Harry Lewis Masterlist

Summary: Harry and YN’s first date.

Pairing: harry lewis x yn tomlinson

Harry and YN had been texting back and forth the last few days since he had sent the text during the Sidemen video. Casual, with a tad of flirtation hidden between replies.

The pair had agreed to meet somewhere quiet and private. YN suggested a small, but cosy pub near where she lived in Hertfordshire.

Just before 7pm on Friday night, Harry stood patiently outside waiting for YN to arrive. He knew he was a bit early, but he needed some time to calm his nerves with some fresh air from the November cold.

Harry had made an effort in his outfit for the evening. Swapping his trusted hoodie and shorts for a dark knit jumper, black jeans sat high on his waist and fresh white Air Force 1’s covered his feet. He nervously ruffled his hair, hoping he hadn’t messed it up.

YN spotted him stood by the pub door. His shoulders slightly hunched against the cold, dark jumper clinging just enough to show he’d made an effort. He looked…different. Still Harry, still familiar, but older somehow.

“Hi!”. Her thick accent shook him from his thoughts. Walking up to him wearing a black midi dress paired tights and lace up biker boots. Harry could feel his throat dry as he noticed how effortlessly her lightly curled hair framed her petite face.

Harry slipped his phone back into his pocket after trying to keep his shaky hands busy. “Hey!”. Despite the nerves, he didn’t think twice about leaning in for a quick hug. “You-uh, you look lovely!”.

He noticed the small blush that crept up onto her cheeks and the sudden shyness appear as she quickly tucked a piece of hair behind her ears. “Thank you. You’re looking very smart yourself”.

YN could see that Harry didn’t know what to do with the compliment. He nervously scratched the back of his neck and awkwardly let out a small laugh. “I left my trusted hoodie at home”.

“Oh damn, I was hoping I could borrow it on the walk home”. She teased.

“Maybe next time”. Harry began to relax a little.

He held the pub door open for her, allowing YN to walk in front of him. The warmth of the space hit them as their eyes glanced around the room. The wooden beams stretched along the ceilings, low conversations filled their ears and the sound of calm was contagious.

“Wow!”. Harry’s scanned the room. “This is nice!”.

YN smiled in proudness. “Told you it was cosy”.

They found a small table in the corner that was tucked away. Just enough to feel private from the others in the pub. Without thinking, Harry pulled YN’s chair out and only realised when YN raised her eyebrow at him.

“What?”. He asked, a hint of worry in his voice. Quickly becoming conscious.

“Nothing”. YN laughed softly. “Just didn’t know you were such a gentleman”.

He shrugged, his eyes finding the floor and cheeks warming. “Only when I’m nervous”.

“Why are you so nervous?”. YN gently asked as Harry took a seat opposite her.

Harry let out a little breath, one that YN could see he had been holding in. He leaned back in his chair, almost looking for some support. “I dunno”. He spoke honestly, a small laugh escaping. “I guess I didn’t expect for you to actually say yes”.

YN tilted her head in confusion. “What? To you?”.

“Yeah”. He nodded. “I mean, we met once, in the middle of a field, surrounded by people and…and we were fucking drunk”.

YN smiled at the memory of the summer where they met at the festival. “I didn’t think you’d actually talk to me again”.

“Just needed a little confidence to do it”. Harry sent a shy smile across the table.

“I’m glad you did”. YN returned the grin.

Before Harry could reply, a bartender approached, breaking the moment. They ordered drinks, a beer for Harry and a glass of wine for YN. When the glasses were placed between them, the nerves seemed to soften.

“So”. YN began as her fingertips played with her glass. “When you’re not drunk and pulling some crazy fucking moves at festivals…what are you doing?”.

Harry scratched at the back of his neck as he thought. “Uh…I’m filming a lot with the other boys…playing golf…football, and I try and go back home to Guernsey whenever I can”.

“Guernsey?”. YN repeated, smiling to herself. “That explains your accent a little”.

He laughed softly. “Yeah…it slips out when I’m tired, drunk or nervous”.

“So…right now?”. YN teased.

“Absolutely right now”. Harry admitted without hesitation.

She smiled into her glass, liking how honest he was despite being nervous. “I grew up in Doncaster…a bit less exciting than festivals and islands..I’m afraid”.

Harry shook his head. “I dunno…I bet that makes you interesting and different”.

“Is that something you’re looking for?”. YN asked gently, wanting to know what Harry was wanting from this.

He paused, considering it for a moment. Almost like he hadn’t given himself a chance to think what he really wanted. “Maybe…I spend a lot of time surrounded by different types of people and places…but I think it would be nice to be settled with someone”.

YN’s eyes softened at the realisation.

They talked easily after that, about family, travel, favourite music, how summer always seemed to disappear too quickly. Harry found himself leaning forward as he spoke, elbows resting on the table in front of him, completely forgetting about the nerves he was usually so aware of.

“So”. YN said after a moment, “Be honest…was that text actually as scary to send as it looked?”.

He chuckled at her attempt to tease, nodding. “It was…I nearly let my nerves take control”.

“But you didn’t”. YN stated.

“No!”. He said, looking directly at her. “Because I wanted to see you again”.

The way he said it, made her heart skip.

“I’m glad you did”. YN replied quietly but full of truth.

Time slipped by quickly without the pair realising. Their glasses were refilled, the pub gradually becoming a little quieter as the evening went on. When Harry glanced at his phone, surprised at the time, he frowned slightly.

“We should probably head off soon”. He said reluctantly, knowing he didn’t want the night to end. “Before it gets too late”.

YN nodded in agreement, although she didn’t look thrilled about it either.

Outside, the cold hit them again, sharper now that it was later in evening. Without thinking, Harry stepped closer, their shoulders brushing as they started walking down the street.

“Next time”. YN spoke gently, as she glanced up at his taller frame. “You’re wearing the hoodie”.

He smiled. “Deal!”.

They walked side by side in a comfortable silence for a moment. Both enjoying the calm as their footsteps could be heard hitting the pavement. Out of the corner of her eye, YN noticed Harry glancing at her every so often. She tried to hide her small smile to herself, but Harry noticed.

“I forgot how easy it is to talk to you”. Harry announced suddenly, breaking the silence.

YN looked up at him. “Yeah?”.

“Yeah”. He nodded. “I was worried it might be awkward”.

She smiled. “You worry too much”.

“I’ve been told that to be fair”. He chuckled.

As they reached YN’s street, they slowed down purposefully. Neither of them said it out loud but the moment laid between them. The realisation that this was where their night would end.

“Well”. YN spoke softly, stopping outside her front door. “This is me”.

Harry rocked back slightly on his heels, hands slipping into his pockets out of the cold breeze “Right…I had a really good time tonight”.

She met his gaze, feeling a mixture of emotions. “Me too…thank you for a lovely night”.

For a moment, they just stood there, closer than before. Both afraid to blink incase the night would be over sooner.

“We should do this again”. Harry stated. His voice much more confident now.

“I’d really like that”. YN spoke, trying to compose herself. A smile shining wide on her cheeks.

He nodded, then hesitated, eyes flicking briefly to her lips before meeting her eyes again. But living up to his gentleman title, he stepped forward and placed a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Text me when you get home safe”. YN failed miserably at hiding the blush creeping ups on her cheeks.

A smile tugged at his lips. “I will”.

As Harry walked away, one thing he knew for certain was, he couldn’t wait to see her again.

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Hit Send

Harry Lewis Masterlist

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”.