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propertyofwicked · 3 months

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sea sick | harry lewis

content warning - mentions of sick and throwing up

short, fluff <3

you usually didn’t mind helping the boys with filming. it wasn’t often - only for big videos where the boys split up - and since you were the only girlfriend who wasn’t publicly known, it made it easier to avoid suspicion if you and harry were seen together. it wasn’t a big deal at the end of the day you’d just rather avoid the hassle of having a big online presence.

today, however, made you wonder who you’d pissed off in a past life to deserve this. in hindsight, you should’ve realised that when harry said it was a fishing video that it would involve being on a boat. you’d suffered with bad travel sickness your whole life in cars, boats and planes, so getting on a boat and filming could not have been a worse plan, especially with the hot sun and loud men screaming into the lens. so far, you’d been on the boat for close to an hour, trying to distract yourself from your stomach doing backflips by focusing on filming the boys fishing. as long as you stayed in the centre of the boat you weren’t rocked about too much and it became manageable. but every time you had to move locations, sitting on the side of the boat began to bring your breakfast up to the back of your throat.

as long as you could keep it together for the next hour, no one would suspect that you felt violently sick, and you could maintain some aspect of professionalism. focus on the content, and not the blood draining from your face. and it was going so well.

the boat hit into a wave, sending the boat rocking a little to much for your liking. your response would’ve gone unnoticed had harry not been talking directly into your camera with a direct view of your eyes widening and you swallowing a lump in your throat.

“you ok?” he asked, eyes softening and his voice lowering at the sight of you pale and clearly lost in your own head.

“yeah, don’t worry i was just thinking.” at the end of the day, it was easier to lie - you don’t want to take him away from the video.

“hey, you don’t look great, ill take the camera just sit down for a minute, yeah?” he said, reaching for the camera before you could even respond.

“harry, i promise you im fi-”. suddenly it was all coming up and out of you without a moments notice. thank god he had taken the camera or it would be covered in your breakfast.

he put the camera on the bench and walked behind you, holding the sides of your waist to manoeuvre you to the edge of the boat. you’re hands grabbed the railings and your head stayed over the side, eyes screwed shut. harry’s hands come up to your hair, pulling it back and rubbing small circles on your back until you were done saying goodbye to any food you’d eaten that day.

after wiping you mouth on the back of your hand you turn around and rest your forehead on harry’s chest, tears falling down your cheeks. you didn’t mean to cry, it’s just something that happens when you throw up.

“im sorry i just, i hate boats.”

“don’t apologise. it’s my fault, i knew you got sea sick and i still got you to film for us,” he said, hand on your chin pulling your face up to look at him and using his thumb to wipe away a tear, “don’t cry, it’s ok, you’re ok. i think we’re stopping soon. i’m sorry.”

“it’s not your fault, i could’ve said no - i should’ve said no,” you respond as he presses a kiss to your forehead. at the same time, you hear the sound of someone else being sick, and look over to see tobi sat on the floor.

“oh for fucks sake, not another one,” kon laughs, zooming his camera in on tobi.

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prettipeterparker · 7 years

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Paparazzi - wroetoshaw imagine

warnings; none

requested;yes

pairing; harry x reader

word count; 628 words

it was just another chilled out, laid back afternoon at harry and the cal’s apartment. i was staying with my boyfriend lately because i had been working closer to stratford, so it was just working out easier for me to get to and from work.

both of the cal’s were out tonight, something to do with football we presumed.

as harry and i said in a comfortable silence on the couch, my glasses sliding down my nose, my eyes began to wander to anything but my piles of paperwork. my eyes began to droop, my head dropping before i quickly picked it back up once realising i was nodding off. i slid my glasses off, a quiet hum leaving my lips as i rubbed my eyes and let out a small yawn.

i blinked a few times in attempt to wake myself up, jiggling my shoulders and sliding my glasses back on. i looked to my right, noticing harry was paying all attention to his phone. i sighed softly, looking back down at my paperwork and tapping my pen against the pile.

“(y/n), stop.” he said quietly, his eyes diverting from the screen of his phone to land on me.

i looked back over at him, tilting my head to the side. “stop what?” i asked.

his eyes looked at my tapping pen before back up at me, raising his eyebrows as if to ask me ‘seriously?’.

i instantly stopped tapping my pen, frowning a little bit before looking back down at my paperwork.

“m’ sorry baby, i’m just tired and not bothered to do this paperwork so i’m trying to distract myself as much as possible and-” i rambled before harry sat up and tugged me into his lap.

i let out a quiet whine as i felt all my paperwork slide off my lap and into a pile of mess on the couch cushion beside me.

“you need to take a break princess.” he whispered, cupping my cheeks with both of his hands which caused my lips to pout a little bit.

“but i need to get it done harry.” i protested, placing my hands against his chest, scratching in small drawings against the fabric of his shirt.

without another word, harry moved the both of us so we were laying on the couch, after kicking off my paperwork of course.

i hummed lightly, our legs intertwined, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. i snuggled my head into his chest, feeling the warming of his body radiate over to mine. without saying anything we both shut our eyes, just enjoying eachother’s company.

it didn’t take very long for either of us to nod off into slumber.

12:03am; the time that the other boys got home. neither harry or myself seemed to have been awoken by the slamming of the front door and the loud footsteps of the two men (if you even consider them to be men).

“cal you fucking wanker, you owe me a 50.” freezy called out as he walked up the hallway before stopping in his tracks at the sight of the two of us.

“i owe you monkeys balls!” cal called back followed the much taller boy down the hallway.

freezy turned and smacked callum in the back of the head, placing a finger to his lips as he motioned to the other male to be quiet.

the both of them crept around to the longue, giggling at the sight of harry and i all cuddled up, snoring our little heads off. they both, without hesitation, took their phones out to capture the innocent moment.

no longer than 2 minutes later was it posted all over twitter and snapchat.

“@calfreezy; look at our lovely lovebirds @wroetoshaw & @y/twitter #wroeto(y/n) for lyf”

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