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hollytoshaw · 1 day
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golden hour | harry lewis
summary: singer!y/n releases an album and all songs are dedicated to harry <333
face claim: dua lipa
a/n: had so much fun making these edits, hope you all enjoy!!!
rest of my work hereeee : masterlist
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taliamar wonder what it could be🤭 ↳ y/n_username you tell me miss mar
faithlouiseak you're so cute ↳ y/n_username you're the cutest???
ynfan53 sTOP are we getting a new album ?????
w2slover3 when y/n is in the studio you know we're about to be fed
ksi goat ↳ y/n_username 🫡
sidemenfan i'm so ready for my spotify wrapped to be dedicated to y/n
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liked by wroetoshaw and 450,249 others! y/n_username GOLDEN HOUR with my boy 🤍 tagged : wroetoshaw
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wroetoshaw moments before you fell and landed in the water ↳ y/n_username don't bait me out harry y/nfan2 did she mean to type in caps lol
sidemenlover5 why is y/n shouting in the caption
taliamar nice caption ↳ y/n_username really good isn't it
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liked by wroetoshaw and 530,293 others! y/n_username so the news is out! my new album ‘golden hour’ is out november 24th!!! i’m so excited for you all to hear this, i’m so incredibly proud of it 🤍☀️pre order now. link in bio!!! tagged: taliamar, y/nmusic
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ksi legend
faithlouiseak omg can’t wait to hear it
taliamar i love you 🤍😭
wroetoshaw so proud my girl
y/nfan200 omg it’s coming out on harry’s bday
w2synlove HARRYS BDAY IS THE RELEASE DATE😭
w2sfanpage omg every song is gonna be dedicated to harry i can’t even
sidemenw2s4 no way 🥺🥺🥺🥺
ynfanpage does this mean we’re getting a tour?? 🤯
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liked by wroetoshaw and 490,249 others! y/n_username celebrating the new album with my forever muse 🤍
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wroetoshaw cheers for posting one with me posing
ynfan2 harry being y/n’s biggest fan 🥺
w2sfanpage trained harry so well to take pics
freyanightingale you are glowing 😍
gkbarry gorgeous girl
bambinobecky 🔥🔥🔥
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liked by wroetoshaw & 432,029 others! y/n_username first night performing the new album 'golden hour'! just want to say a big thank you to everyone who has supported me and to everyone who came to watch last night, i love you all. most importantly a big thank you to my muse, harry, love you forever, you are the best supporter ever <3
taliamar best night ever!!!
freyanightingale this outfit omg
wroetoshaw 😍
r0sielewis you gorgeous girl
faithlouiseak so proud
geenelly so fit 🔥🔥🔥
sidemanxfan i need to get tour tickets!!!
harryxlewisfan my fave song is greedy <333
miaxmon unreal outfit
w2slover her muse being harry melts my heart
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2 months before november 24th - the album release After months of honing her craft, Y/N had finally finished recording her second music album. The album was a culmination of her dreams. Each song was like a labor of love, a piece of her heart poured out for everyone to hear. And the album was about something very special. Someone who Y/N spent every breathing moment thinking about. Someone who she loved so dearly. Her Harry. She was sure nearly all the songs on the album were dedicated to him and she had been hiding them away from him, waiting for the right moment to show him what she’d been working on.
One evening, a few weeks before November 24th (Harry’s birthday & the release date for her album), Y/N had returned home with excitement in her heart. She finally had a copy of her new album in her hands. Stepping through the front door she was greeted by the familiar scent of Harry's favourite candle mingling with the aroma of something delicious cooking in the kitchen. The smell of home met her at the door everyday and it was something she'd never get tired of.
She kicked off her shoes and padded through the hallway, anticipation bubbling in her chest. Into the sitting room she went to find Harry lying on their navy sofa, his phone in his hand, scrolling on tiktok. His eyes flicked up at the sound of her pattering across the floor in her socks. Putting his phone on the arm of the sofa, he got up to greet her with a hug and a kiss on the forehead.
This was a daily routine for Y/N and Harry - either one of them coming through the day later than the other and just immediately embracing each other. The feeling of comfort was unmatched.
“You’re finally home,” he said, wrapping his hands around her frame “-i’ve missed you.”
“Missed you too H.” Y/n replied slightly muffled as her head was resting against his chest.
As she pulled away slightly from their hug, Harry could feel some sort of hard plastic digging into his side. With furrowed brows, he looked down at the item in her hands and then back up at Y/N, still as confused as he had been originally.
“What have you wasted your money on today?” he joked, remembering every silly little thing Y/N had bought ranging from outfits for the dog to matching toothbrush holders - she had an obsession with buying the most random, useless stuff and most of it was left for Harry to store away in the spare room once she realized it was no use to her anymore.
“Nothing,” she laughed, gently hitting him in the chest. “Here, come sit back down, I’ve something to show you.”
Leading him back to his original seat on the coach, Y/N walked just a few steps behind the sofa, placing the CD into a blue stereo sat on a small table. Harry watched as she put the CD in, curiosity overwhelming him, his eyes following her as she sat back down next to him, crossing her legs, eyes beaming with excitement and her stomach full of butterflies.
“Just listen,” she said.
As the first notes filled the room, Harry listened intently, his heart swelling with pride as he recognised Y/N’s unmistakable voice.
With the album progressing as each song ended and a new one began, Harry’s eyes grew larger and he felt his hands reaching out to hold Y/N’s. Each song seemed to speak directly to him, capturing moments from their relationship with clarity and emotion. He listened in awe as Y/N poured her heart and soul into every lyric, baring the deepest thoughts and feelings for the world to heart. Whilst Harry wasn’t the biggest fan of public displays of affection, this album was the completely opposite, he was so proud of her.
By the time the last song faded away, Y/N was sat with a big grin on her face and Harry had one to match her on his . A feeling of love and gratitude was overflowing in his heart - to be fair he always had that feeling around Y/N but something about these songs and her face smiling up at him made his heart want to explode.
“Every song…it’s about us, isn’t it?” he whispered.
Y/N nodded, her eyes shining with love. “Yes, H. Every lyric in every song, all for you,”
''You soppy bastard,'' he grinned, laughing as she rolled her eyes.
''What do you think of it?'' Y/N asked, eyebrows furrowed, ''is it too soppy?''
''Not at all,'' Harry paused, ''I love it - honestly.''
''Really?'' Y/N smiled. She knew Harry was never one to lie to her so him expressing that he actually liked the album was a great feeling for her - he truly meant it.
''Yes, really'' Harry confirmed. ''I mean, it's no KSI but I'd definitely give it a listen on Spotify.''
He received a light swat on the back of the head ''Oh shut up.''
Echoes of his laugh filled the sitting room as he held onto Y/N's hands, eyes meeting hers. ''Being serious now, it's the best thing I've heard in a while, m' so proud of you my girl.'' And with a kiss of her forehead, Y/N relaxed, content she had her boy's approval.
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a/n: hope you all enjoyed! been in my drafts so thought i'd finally post <3333
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whoetoshaw · 4 months
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YES! | h. lewis
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summary: harry finally pops the question. [5.3k words]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: it’s the 1st of the month, why not? 🤷🏽‍♀️ part one of three potentially?!! mini wedding series, no?!! i coulda made this so much longer but we have other stuff to look forward to where i can hopefully provide some heart-exploding cuteness with our couple finally getting sappy in the new year! hope you enjoyed angels. don’t forget to reblog! <3333
HARRY NEVER WANTED TO GET MARRIED. Never. A wedding didn’t appeal to him, ever. In fact, a wedding was probably Harry Lewis’s worst nightmare.
Why? What was the point? What was the need? The whole idea of his wedding day just made him feel sick, made him angry, almost.
So much unnecessary shit. Why did he have to spend thousands for a start? For one day? On a venue, on his suit, on his bride’s gown and everything in between? Secondly, why did he have to invite hundreds of people? People he hadn’t spoken to in years? Obliged to come because they knew his mum, to what? Hold an awkward 10 minute conversation over how much he’d grown? Yeah, it fuckin’ happens. Thirdly, what was so fucking special about them? What did he get out of it, realistically? His last name didn’t change? He didn’t possess any better assets? He got a wedding band to wear for the rest of his days and he hated the feeling of jewellery, so really— why would he do it? Why would he torture himself like that? What was he proving?
“I don’t need go get the law involved to prove how much I love you. Is that not the creepiest fucking thing ever?”
He hated to sound like an utterly selfish man, but he did, he hated the thought of marriage. Growing up, the dirty-blond found it more and more unappealing the more thought he gave, and when asked his opinion upon having a big day for himself, he gave a loud, heavy, heartfelt “fuck that.”
But then he thought of who that day was meant for, who he shared that big day with, and suddenly—he didn’t feel so hostile towards the topic. 2014, the year his life changed forever when he set eyes on probably the most important thing in his life, the person he’d do anything for, the one that impacted his life like no other.
She never expected anything from him. She still didn’t ‘til this day. She didn’t expect love from that messy-haired teenager after that day she’d seen him outside school and she certainly didn’t expect herself to reciprocate it. Didn’t expect to last this long with him and be just as infatuated as she was, she hated his guts during those years, physically unable to stand him in those classes, going as far as even skipping the class when she knew she had that god-awful disruptive subject to attend with him in it.
But hey, wasn’t there was a fine line between love and hate?
Love wasn’t the word to use when it came to you and Harry Lewis. Love didn’t even cut it. But you were yet to come up with a better word, so love would do for now.
But it was so much more than just being in love with the other. It was something deeper, more than a soul connection. You just belonged together. You were made to be together. It was the way things were supposed to be, and 10 years together didn’t even feel like 10 years.
Was that all?
“—three year anniversary next, and woah. What a three years they been,” laughter picked up through the mic, “more like thirty,” the tatted man tiredly rubbed his eyes. ��You, you been, what? Almost ten? Ten?”
“Yeah, yeah, only 10 years.”
“HA! ONLY! Don’t make me laugh!”
“What?” Harry looked amusingly opposite Ethan, the two carrying today's podcast for SidePlus. “Trust me, trust me; you get to that point where you go ‘. . just 10 years? Surely not,’” he looked to the cameras, flustered, caught slipping in front of his boys, “no it’s not long enough, man, it’s nothin’, that’s nothin’,” he casually tapped his fingers on the desk. “I mean . . it might not feel like it but it probably looks it,” he awkwardly laughed, “don’t know if I’m ready for her to see me all old and grey so soon,” he laughed with Ethan.
Ten years did feel like nothing. The pair of you breezed past them, they’d flew by in the blink of an eye. Well, there might have been a period where you went just a little over year of no contact, slightly headed on a path at different speeds, but Harry was able to salvage himself and meet you there once again, continuing the journey together for the rest of the trip.
And that year and five months might have felt like a lifetime apart at the time—but now, trying to think back to it, it felt like you’d just gone a week without each other. It was weird the way it worked.
He was your best friend, you were his, what more did you need to say? You would never love the way you did with him, and him? No one, not even his parents saw the Harry you got to live with.
The ten years were a breeze, and it couldn’t get any easier. With nothing to prove, the best step was to hit the next 10 years.
“Stunning. Literally the most beautiful ring,” you and the girls applauded and cheered for your girl, Talia to-be Minter on her engagement. “It suits you so much, it’s scary.”
“He did good, didn’t he?” She grinned, still in disbelief.
“Ethan wouldn’t have a clue what I’d want.”
“Yeah, I was very surprised with Vik, I didn’t think he had it in him, you know,” Ellie giggled, admiring her own ring as well. You sat amongst them, head on your hands, watching them dreamily, smile smacked across your face. You thrived off their happiness, unable to imagine how they felt.
Being with Harry was scary. It was scary because before him, you had your mind set straight, you had a check list with a deadline: engaged early twenties, at least married by 25 and a baby under a year later at most. Didn’t most people think like that? You loved the idea of being a youngish mum, but you also always wanted the ring before the babies.
But Harry . . . didn’t want to do either.
He wanted to live his life first, which was completely fair and valid, but it was scary how . . he just . . led you into feeling the same way.
Having kids was your ultimate dream, it was a deal-breaker in any relationship if they didn’t want that. You knew you always wanted to have a family to make and raise as your own, so you could follow in your Mum’s footsteps and recreate those precious memories with your own kids. Relive a little bit of your childhood again, with the person you loved, and know you’d have someone look after you when you were old and grey.
It was weird what Harry could do, because at times, this man had you questioning if you even wanted children anymore.
You’d just gotten sooo used to it being you two, you didn’t know if you could squeeze in another person to share him with. It sounded incredibly selfish and immature of you to think such things, but it wasn’t a lie, and Harry thought the exact same about you. You weren’t ready to grow up in that sense; lazy days, nights out and travelling abroad was all so easy when it was just the two of you. It just worked. You looked after each other and that was all you needed. You would take care of each other when you were old and grey.
If it weren’t for Harry mentioning he did in fact want kids, you wouldn’t have been surprised if starting a family was just . . something you forgot to do. Harry based his number off his dad’s age when he became a dad in his mid-thirties, and that was convincing enough for him. It annoyed you at first, thinking you might not be bothered at that age, but then you naturally grew used to letting time flow without a plan with no pressure. You accepted that you couldn’t follow a plan, after all, it’d gone tits up when the year you’d planned to get engaged — you weren’t even together.
You couldn’t script these things, you didn’t force them. You just accepted that . . you probably weren’t getting that wedding . . and . . you’re probably weren’t getting those babies until 35.
Maybe when you were 40, you might go to the registration office and exchange a couple vows, but the wedding venue Talia was talking about and the wedding dresses Ellie was showing you — they were so far out of your future, they weren’t in the equation. You may have been with Harry the longest out of your friend groups, but he would make you the last to get married.
“Do you want to get married?”
“I would like to get married, but I’m not in a rush. I guess the moment’s passed for me. I think I’m passed that point. We’ve already passed 10 years, like what . . I mean . . I mean why would we do it, you know? Is there even a point anymore?”
“There’s always a point! What are you on about?! You’re acting like you’re 40 and the time is gone!”
“I know but it’s too much effort.” You found yourself sighing, unconvinced.
“Is this you talking or Harry talking?” Faith raised a brow.
“Do you even know what type of engagement ring you want?” Talia squinted her eyes.
“No,” you laughed, not seeing how many girls you’d have gaping. Of course you didn’t, you didn’t look, because you didn’t think you were getting one anyway for decades to come, if at all! You didn’t know what shape you wanted, what size - what was the point? It just got you excited for nothing and Harry saw it as a joke he didn’t find funny. But you didn’t mind! You didn’t need to worry about a ring on your finger! The Fendi one would do now anyway. “I just . . just one with a diamond, I don’t know?!”
A rectangle maybe?
Talia facepalmed and Ellie hid her face to cover her little laughs. Faith was 2 seconds away from pulling out all the screenshots she had of the variety of rings she’d approve of, as well venues, dresses, and bouquets. “Babe, I have the song and everythin’ i’m walking out to.”
You laughed at her and could only hope that Ethan popped the question soon for her sake. Not you. You were chillin’.
But maybe the intro of Video Games would have been nice to walk out to . . .
Seeing your friends get engaged and plan their wedding, and then have the wedding, it was one of the most fulfilling things to witness as a friend. It was the same cycle: never any jealousy, just pure, genuine compassion, waiting for the next one.
You attended with the biggest grin on your face, heart bursting with happiness getting to witness your besties big days! Ahhh!
It would have been nice to get something like this one day, you thought from your guest seat.
It didn’t change overnight, but since his first wedding experience at one of his boys’ . . something switched in him. He saw things . . a little differently, he saw . . the meaning. The reasoning.
Most of all . . he saw your face. He saw that big, wide toothy grin, clasped hands, threatening tears when he glanced at you, looking the most excited person in the room. Grateful was the word, you’d never been so grateful to be invited to such an intimate day, such special occasion. Harry sat next to you in his formal attire, watching his friend’s live the best day of their life, not an ounce of fear or regret during their big day, and then to you, who couldn’t appreciate it anymore, knowing it was the closest thing you’d get to experiencing it yourself.
Maybe that was it.
Guilt hit him of course, he should have done that ages ago, and as shame began to pile on top of him, he remembered — he still had time.
Those tabs he found left open on your laptop, those pages in your history search for those type of rings . . they could have been worthwhile.
He . . he could do that, right?
He did want to marry you, he always knew that, the occasion wasn’t the issue, it was the ceremony and the anxiety that ruled him when he thought for it seriously for more than 2 minutes.
But talking to his friends, sharing his worries and hearing their opinion, he found he wasn’t so opposed to it as he used to be.
Marriage didn’t sound so bad. A wedding didn’t.
And calling you his wife? Referring to you as his wife?! Well, he was practically sold.
The next time Harry had one of his regular love spells, a moment of realisation of how obsessed he still was of you, an overwhelming sense of love and adoration for having a best friend in the woman he loved, that image came into his head stronger and stronger, became more appealing, ‘til it got to the point where yeah - Harry Lewis wanted to get married.
He wanted to do it.
He wanted to marry you.
No, he needed to marry you.
Months passed, more memories were made: whether it was sitting in your living room after doing the dishes or gossiping in the car on the way to work, whether when you were both loved up under the sun abroad in a hammock or singing karaoke, drunk, in his parent’s house on Christmas night - this idea had turned more into a desire than an idea.
The next wedding he attended, it only became more clear. The day was about his best friends, and all day he’d only thought and you and him, and how you would do it. He’d made it about you two.
You watched Vik and Ellie seal the deal with a kiss, and applauded with hoots and cheers, trying not to frown so hard at the happiness it filled you with. You wanted to squeeze them both.
Harry consoled you as always, giving your arm a rub as he pulled you into his side, keeping you together as he promised - holding up his deal of not letting you ruin your makeup. He smiled at your cute little emotions, making you smile because he made you feel silly for crying.
The thing that comforted you was knowing Talia and Frey were the same, crying as well just a row behind you.
More months passed. Wedding season was over. The next thing you were looking forward to was your next holiday. What was it? Your fifth? Sixth this year? You’d just gotten back from the Bahamas a couple months before, enjoying the scorcher sun and clear waters you had to cool down in on the daily – now you were unpacking the case of bikinis and sun hats and replacing them with hats, hoodies and gloves, packing for your trip to Amsterdam.
Amsterdam was a sweet place for you and Harry. It wasn’t the most extraordinary holiday destination, and nothing really changed over there, but you and your boy had a soft spot for it.
It was your first trip together, gone for four days after just a few months together, Amsterdam was a wholesome place for you two to be. It was just your city, and you felt obliged to visit her every couple years. You loved it, you found her as beautiful as the first time, as thrilling, and loved finding something new to do each time. The first time you’d done what you expected most people to do over there— smoke weed, visit sex museums and go out to clubs, but of course other things too: you visited at Christmas time and went to the Christmas markets, ate waffles and ice cream in the Summer and went on boat trips in the Spring. You saw the tulip fields, watched a match in the Johan Cruyff Arena and saw other museums that made it to your instagram , all of which were amazing . . . but nothing could beat doing Amsterdam how you were supposed to do Amsterdam: museums and tulip fields were cute but they’d never be as fun as walking the streets at night, high with friends, laughing and giggling at every giftshop you walked by to eventually end up at the Red Light District with more memories. Amsterdam was comforting because it took you back to those days when you first came here and how Harry had proved he’d look after you, clueless as to what life had in store for the both of you.
Besides, you had to go back regularly: you had to check up on your lock on Love Lock Bridge. Yes, you and Harry had done the cheesy thing of writing your names on the lock and clamped in between hundreds of others, but she still hung there, a little rusty and less noticeable as the years went on, but you were always happy to find her amongst the hundreds of others.
“Wait, I’ll find it in a minute,” Harry shoved more chips into his mouth as you stood at the bridge, eating your own cone of chips. He always beat you to finding it.
“I swear, if its been stolen–” you muttered, shoving the food into your own mouth. You knew it was highly unlikely to happen, but you always got that little panic in your chest when you couldn’t find your lock. You knew it wasn’t a big deal, she wasn’t valuable . . but, well, she was valuable to you. You always said if you found out they were stripping the bridge, you’d be straight over to collect your lock and bring it home, incorporate into your house decoration.
“My hand’s fuckin’ freezing, hold on!” your boyfriend complained, more snowflakes landing in his hair.
It was Winter time in the city, the canals frozen over with snow painting the grounds, it was the opposite weather from the last time you were here, but it was so worth it - seeing all the way it was lit up at this time of night with festive lights. It was your last night and then you’d say goodbye for another year or so.
“Did you eat your brownie?”
“No, I’m saving it for when we get back to the hotel,” he looked at you, following behind. “Is that alright with you, boss?”
You tutted, rolling your eyes, “shut up.”
He smirked cockily, watching you strut away from him, as always, sending him that little hot buzz. Any other time he’d continue to wind you up with ease, but truth be told — Harry was sweating all over, despite feeling like he was in the antarctic.
He knew you were on the opposite side of the bridge, your lock on the other side and slightly to the right from the centre, so he had until you both circled to the other end to finish his food, wipe down his hands, get a grip and pull out that little surprise he had kept in his pocket.
“I love Winter but I say this every time: I need a warm holiday after this,” you laughed, looking back at him. You were a fan of the scenery but not a fan of the cold. “Nothing beats a day in a bikini with jet skiing booked in the afternoon.”
“Tell me about it, I was beginning to miss those sharks we swam with.”
“You didn’t even go near them?”
“Shut up, y/n,” now he was the one tutting and rolling his eyes.
But it was true, you couldn’t beat a Summer vacation: minimum clothing, lathed in oil, drunk on cocktails, shagging on the hotel balcony.
Fuck, maybe he’d made a mistake.
Was that the better option? Was he better holding off until Portugal?
No. No, he had to do this now. This was sentimental. This was your guys’ little place.
Harry threw his wrapper in the bin, swallowing thickly at you steps ahead, he nervously scratched his leg, scared to go into the pocket.
Fucking hell.
He slowed in his steps, just watching you stroll aimlessly around, snow landing in your hair, your eyes starring out to the rivers, he could count your lashes from the side and spot the redness blushing on the tip of your nose.
“What time’s our flight?” You blinked, snowflakes irritably landing in your eyelashes. Your boots crushed against the light layer of snow, your breath appearing in the air as you spoke, ignoring the sounds of cyclists ringing bells to get people out of their way. It was quieter this time of year, not as many tourists, still a few, but much quieter, less havoc, less stoners. You still got some entertainment though, like now, smiling at the group of friends smoking next to the frozen canal, laughing away, making their own memories.
“Already itching to get home? You couldn’t wait to ‘sEe tHe sNOw’” your boyfriend mocked you, a finger jabbing your side ticklishly.
You didn’t know who he was mocking, looking like Rudolph with a red nose and an idiot with his thick, frosty hair out of control. And who was he poking you— your pet peeve! You pushed him away, “i’m not itching, I’m just . . we’ve done all our stuff and,” you defended, falling in step with him, “unless you’ve got anymore Christmas presents you’re wanting to buy me.”
“Fuck off, y/n!” He shoved you. You’d already dented his card walking through duty free on the way over here, the perfumes and drinks calling his name, telling him to nab them instead of waiting ‘til you were back in London.
You calmed from laughing, linking arms once again, you received a kiss on your head from him to tell you he was only joking.
His eyes were on the fence of your padlock, his hands tingling with nerves.
Keep calm, Harry, keep calm. Just keep going, don’t even think about it.
“What would you do if I launched a snowball at your head right now?”
“Do not even go there, I will fight you on this bridge! I will!” You warned, immediately twisting with caution, not having your back to him. “Move, now! I’ll fight you! I will throw you in that canal!”
“I–I would like to see you try, son!” He cackled , getting you defencless already as you tried to grab him, “I would like to see you—” the sound of your coats shuffled as he tried to fight the snow out of your hand, it crumbling in your hand and down his neck a little, he hooked his foot under your ankle and dropped you to the ground, laughs leaving you both, you screamed at him to get away. “SORRY! SORRY! SORRY!”
He only pretended to throw it, if he wanted to, he would have stretched out your hoodie and reached his hand all the way past your chest to nip with snow, but he didn’t, feeling merciful, he pulled you to your feet instead, laughing, your cheeks both red now with warmth, rather than the cold. “You’re a fuckin’ . .”
“A what?” He tilted his head up, pausing his actions of patting the snow off your back.
“Nothing,” you shook your head, smiling like an idiot. You didn’t even know what you were trying to say.
You walked the sides of the canal, approaching the other fence of locks. You grabbed a hot chocolate from the parked trailer beforehand too, inspecting the batch of locks with it in hand while Harry got his.
“I say this every time we come here but like once you do everything like, why do we come back?” You laughed, “it is boring wh—”
“—I been telling you that ever since!” He called from the van, leaning his head on his hand.
“It is better in a group,” you admitted more to yourself, missing Chip and Freezy and the others. Last time you were here, it was a madness. But it was still just as nice seeing the view in front of you, of the twinkling lights and light fall of snow, it added to the beauty of Amsterdam, and once again, you were left reflecting of your first time here, of the grainy selfies you took with Harry on this bridge on your iPhone 4s.
Harry found your lock under five minutes, picking it up with his hand for a moment, “there,” he said, letting you inspect it. As always, you looked at it with a weird melancholy / nostalgic feel to it, running your thumb over both your names you’d scribbled on with permanent marker almost a decade ago. You took a picture as always before observing others, none of them was a nice as yours, before going back to it.
Turning to ask your next question, you closed your mouth at the sight of Harry kneeling next you, and pulled your brows together.
You glanced at his shoes.
His shoelaces were perfectly tied together?
“What are you doing?”
You grabbed his arm to help him up, but Harry got down on one knee, and you were even more baffled, looking at the snow soaking into his joggers, “come on you moron, your knee!”
“Y/n—”
“Harry what are you doin’?” You began to laugh, leaving a hand on his broad shoulder, “get up? Hurry up!” you giggled.
He kept his eyes on you, beaming up brightly, smile as bright as the snow, he set his hot chocolate down with one hand and dug into his pocket with the other . . and your face dropped.
“Harry,” your tone lowered, eyes drowning with apprehension, with fear almost, “no, what are you doing?”
“Y/n.”
“Harry, get up.”
His hand pulled out the box, and you felt like your heart was about to explode. You became frozen, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do, you shook your head and took a step back, not falling for it, “no, no, you’re not—” you tried to pull him up again, “get up now.”
“Y/n—”
“You’re not doing this to me!—” you cupped the back of his neck to urge him to get up, laughing in disbelief, hands shaking, “you’re—”
He took your hand off, a laugh leaving him, trying to assure you it wasn’t a joke but you were adamant - he was taking the piss out of you and going to embarrass you. “Y/n,” he stopped you, having to hold a hand out to keep you from pushing him over. He flicked the lid open with his thumb and your jaw hit the ground, “y/n will— will you marry me?”
You couldn’t even see him properly. You felt like you hadn’t heard him properly. Your eyes brimmed with tears, blurring your vision, your hand shaking at your mouth. Your whole body was trembling. Your lips quivered as you tried to focus on the blur that was the most breathtaking ring before you, sparkling in all its glory. You never knew what kind of ring you even wanted but seeing that one unveiled below you — it was everything you desired.
She, was huge.
She was not want you expected at all.
Harry’s fingers shook a little with it in his grasp, scared to touch it, he only looked at you as you stood frozen, tears running down your cheeks and your heart — your heart felt like it was literally beating out of your chest.
There was no way— there was no way this was happening!
Knuckles shaking, Harry grabbed your other hand and squeezed it, he hushed quietly, “you alright?”
“Yeah,” you croaked, snapping out of your daze.
With a sob trapped in your chest, your reply reminded you of the current situation, and you jumped almost, remembering you were yet to give him an answer. “Yeah! Yeah! Yes! I will!” you frantically nodded, somewhat smiling at him if you weren’t crying so much, but you couldn’t even explain the feeling. You were so bewildered. It didn’t even feel like happiness, it just felt like you were . . elevating. Your whole body was tingling. Like you were numb but in a good way. “YES!”
He felt like he could have lifted off the ground as well at the sound of your voice in your answer. At the sight of your face. At the happiness in the form of tears in front of him. His heart beat for you. If he could, he would’ve ripped it out and given it to you as well. As if he didn’t already know, you were the absolute cutest thing to grace his earth.
“Are you serious?” You croaked, watching him stand.
He plucked the ring out of its slot and snapped the box shut, reaching for your extremely shaky hand.
“Stop shaking,” he spoke softly.
Harry’s shook badly too, that he dropped it in the snow. “Oh fuck. Shit.”
You laughed, watching him pick it up meeting his eyes, still totally in denial, that this was a dream. Harry’s little smile stretched across his face as he held your hand in his, warmer from his stress of sweating, he held it still while slipping on the most beautiful stone you’d seen.
This ring was made for you.
You dropped your head at the metal slipping on your finger, crying into your hand, Harry pulled you into him with the back of your head and wrapped his arms around you, and you squeezed him.
You squeezed him tight, still crying like a baby for no reason while he held you with his heart bursting out of his chest, feeling as warm as ever.
“Stop cryin’! What are you cryin’ for you muppet?” He cooed, kissing your head repeatedly, waiting for you to pull away, but you stayed snug into his neck. He nestled his chin on your head, embracing the silence, letting you calm and take in the moment as he felt his insides melt to nothing.
He had never felt so at ease. So at peace, like something had lifted from his shoulders and been replaced with a small buzz of excitement and anticipation for what was next.
He swayed you both slightly after a minute, happy to hold you forever, “ . . . you’re my everythin’, don’t you know that?”
He began to ramble. He could feel the words slipping from his lips and there was nothing he could do about it. Withdrawing your head, you looked up at him with teary eyes, trying to wipe them away but he beat you to it. “You, were made for me. There is nothing I have never been so sure about in my life, other than the fact I need you to be by my side for it all,” he dramatically clamped his hands to your cheeks after. “You are my life, y/n. My world revolves around you. No one will be you. You get a certain part of me no one else does. The day I met you, I started to forget what my life was like before,” he confessed. “My life is split into three parts: before you, after you, and after getting you again . . . I don’t think we’re a coincidence, y/n,” he held your face lovingly, thumbs tucked under your chin, “I think some things are too strong to be a coincidence, and too strong to be kept apart.”
You tried to talk but your throat was choked in barbed wire, you couldn’t get the words out but he proceeded anyway. “Do you know how mad it is for us to be together? In this lifetime? To not only exist at the same time, to not just know each other but to love each other? Do you know how mad that is? A one in four trillion chance of being born and then a 0.001% chance of just knowing you? And we get to do that?” The math nerd in him came out.
Harry beamed at you, swiping his thumbs under your eyes to clear your tears, you felt like you could have melted right through his fingers in his warm grasp. You were speechless he shook his head, “no one will be able to knock the wind out of me like you do. Not like that first time, not like the second time . . . and probably not the third time when I see you walking down the aisle,” he smiled, feeling you hand lock onto his wrist.
“Harry,” your heart skipped at the thought.
“I consider myself the luckiest person alive having you in my life. I don’t know what I did to deserve that. I don’t know how I deserve live alongside you and do life with you, I don’t know what I did to deserve that but I don’t argue it too much,” his eyes locked on yours. You felt small beneath him but so so safe. “I was made for you. I never thought there’d be a person more accustomed to me so naturally. Y/n, you’d think I’m crazy if you could see yourself in my eyes. The things I think. The way I’m attracted to you in ways I–I don’t even understand,” he made you laugh, “I think of the things I would do for you and they scare me shitless but I—I love you so much, y/n. I . . I hold you closest to anything I’ve ever had in my life,” his grip on you tightened at the last sentence.
“You are for me, you’re mine. I’m not scared of anything that comes at me if you’re here, I’m never not ok when I know you’re here, I know I’m not a bad person if you’re here. I just know— I’m just meant to be with you, y/n, and God forbid anyone’s tried to snatch you away from me—” he shuffled, shaking you fake-possessively, getting you to laugh, “You are my bestest friend. I’d be lost without you, everyone knows it! I-I wouldn’t be me without you,” his lips brushed your own, “nobody likes me when i’m not with you.”
You couldn’t have looked at him more lovingly, devotedly, mesmerisingly, pursing your lips in thought, you were taken back by the man in front of you. Who even was this?
Surely this was not the same boy who bullied you every chance he got?
Who acted like you were a nagging old wife he came home to each day for the camera?
Who had downplayed any romantic feelings for you for years in front of friends and family?
Where was that macho man now, huh?
And who had turned him into this big, lovesick giant?
He would never know how much you loved him. How you felt the exact same way back but a thousand times more.
You pulled him down to your level, lips moulding together, you melted underneath him. Pushing harder against him, your lips feverishly against his, soft at the touch but hungry with passion, the warmth of his lips consumed you. “I love you so much,” you whispered, “a thousand times yes. In every alternative timeline, yes,” you chuckled, “I will marry you.”
His smile screamed content. Fulfilment. “I love you,” he nuzzled his nose next to yours, “. . . don’t know how I feel being a fiancé though, think I still want to be called your boyfriend.”
A weird dizzy feeling washed over you making you feel like this was still all just a dream. You actually felt lightheaded at that word.
Fiancé.
You had a fiancé.
You were a fiancé.
Ew.
You could feel his lips turning into a smile with them against your cheek, and you smiled against him too, tightening your arm around him, you looked at your finger and closed your eyes again, shocked it was still there and glistening.
“I don’t even call you my boyfriend, I just call you my Harry?” you rambled, still entranced by the rock on your hand.
Yeah, you couldn’t say fiancé, you might actually just faint.
You held his hair, appreciating his embrace, your favourite place in the whole world, before pulling away. Footed again, you placed a soft, lovingly kiss on his lips again. “Thank you.”
“S’alright,” he couldn’t stop smiling at you, “I’m sorry I took so long but,” he cockily raised a shoulder, “get to be a Lewis at last.”
“Oh my GOD!” you tried not to cry again. That didn’t even sound real.
A Lewis!
Finally! Finally you’d be a Lewis!
His hands snuck around your waist with a big grin on his face, you were almost off again! Bringing your hand to your mouth, his words made you blush! You just couldn’t believe he meant it. “Do you really want to marry me?”
Harry gave you the look you usually gave him, with his brows slightly furrowed and his head tilted, like when he did the most stupidest shit of said the most out of pocket sentence. “Yes? Why else would I ask you, you s—” silly bitch “—numpty?”
“I can’t believe you.” You glanced at the ring again, feeling like looking at it too long would make it disappear. It was truly the most stunning thing your eyes had set on and you couldn’t believe how perfect it was for you. “I can’t—I can’t even take this in.”
You had to be hallucinating, surely.
“You deserve it darlin’,” he kissed your cheek, breaking you out of it, “you deserve . . way more than just that,” he shook his head.
You tilted your head at him, utterly infatuated.
“I’ll always take care of you, in’ I?” His brow twitched giddily as he smirked down at you.
You cupped his face, lashes soaked with your tears, eyes looking as bright as ever, you wanted to eat him up, “you are the cutest person ever. I. Love. You.”
“I love you too,” he kissed you repeatedly, the warmth of your lips distracting him from the cold off the snow, “now stop crying and get the prenup signed.”
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never getting over it. EVER.
i love you @ wroetoshaw. oh i love you, i love you, i love you. ring or no ring, i was staying stuck to you anyway cus life without you, i cannot stomach. thank you for the best 10 years of my life, for being you and for loving me as i am. i love you endlessly my best boy. 🩵 you are my greatest prized possession and i can’t wait to marry you.
. . and see you in a dickie bow . . . and tell everyone i have a big sexy, scary husband they don’t wanna be messin with xxx
u know i’ll always take care of you. 🔐❤️
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user oh she belongs to HIM
user that ring is a fucking JOKE
sidemen some things are meant to be ❤️ (brb we have a video or two to delete)
taliamar look at the SIZE OF IT!!!! 🤍 congrats my babies 🥹🥹🥹
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user oh my man dropped bagsss at the jewellery store 🤑🤑
user blood bought that on the sidemen card
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user my greatest prized possession— bitch better be talking about the ring 🤮 y/n you you’re never allowed to be this romantic again!!!
user NOT FAMILIAR WITH THE WORD VOMIT ON THE GRAM GO BACK TO BULLYING HIM!!!
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user harry ‘sidemen 10 years-10 shmeres, who gives af, time isn’t real’ lewis is also harry ‘10 years gone too fast, i’m not ready for her to see me all old and grey, 10 years felt like 10 seconds’ lewis 🥲
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user me sleeping peacefully at night as a Yn2Shaw fan knowing i’ll never wake up to divorce rumours 😴
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user definition of soulmates 👏🏼 MEANT TO BE
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harry, private but not secret relationship.
(i hope u understand what i mean 😭)
i know exactly what you mean and i LOVE this type of trope so so much 🤭
under the sheets, harry lewis.
summary: everyone knows that you and harry are together, yet no one really knows what goes on in your relationship. but when fans get little snippets, they can't help but fawn over you both.
warnings: mentions of sex
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having been together since before harry had started youtube, all his friends knew you, and of your status as his girlfriend. but with his rapid incoming fame, you thought it would be better to shy away from the spotlight.
and of course, harry respected this. but he was still gonna let people know that he was in a relationship.
it started off with small mentions of you in his videos. "my girlfriend got me this the other day... my girlfriend said that... i know my girlfriend would like to..." but never fully dropping your name.
everyone knew you were together, but hardly anything about your relationship was ever revealed unless harry said something or if the boys mentioned you briefly.
whether or not you had a public account on socials varied, you liked to switch between public and private.
harry, bot being the average active social media user, would hardly post things. yet most of the time when he did, it would always correspond to you.
a snap of a restaurant with your plate opposite his, a walk in the park with a dog you were dog sitting, your leg just about in the frame, or if he was bold enough, a mirror pic that you took, your face covered by your camera but his fully visibly as he stared lovingly at you through the mirror.
slowly but surely, you would join in too on the secret snapshots into your relationship.
it would start with a post on your story of a picture you took on harry's phone whilst he was on set with the boys, and it was clearly his phone because of how fucked up it was. then it would progress to making tiktoks while wearing clothes that were so obviously his.
it was cute to see you two showing bits of each other online whilst not giving away too much, but god did it have fans dying for more.
when thy'd run into you two in public, you found it so cute that they'd take the time to speak to you as well as harry, even if you'd shy away so as to not interrupt them and harry.
but harry would still have you close by; a fan once posted a selfie that they took with him, and his hand furthest away from their body could be seen in the corner of the picture still intertwined with yours.
when harry was on twitch, streaking either by himself of with his friends, you'd occasionally peak inside the room to check on him, not realising that you were on camera.
one time, you were so tired when you cane back from work that all you wanted to do was lay in bed with harry, but when you figured out he was streaming, you figured his arms would suffice.
so you quietly opened the door to his room, and found yourself snuggling into his arms. harry was surprised, probably putting two and two together and realising that you didn't really care what was on camera, and so returned your embrace. that stream absolutely rocked people's worlds.
and the dates !!! the dates would be the cutest things EVER. he didn't mind going all out but he also wasn't against the occasion cosy date indoors.
on the odd time you did get out, of course there would be pictures and videos of you two sitting in close proximity in a cosy booth at a restaurant, both you all smiles and harry not being able to take his hands off of you.
and if there was one thing about harry, he loved physical touch.
it pained him to not be all over you in public because you didn't want to showcase your relationship like that, but he still found a way to make sure he was either near you or touching you.
be that a hand on your thigh under the table or linking your pinky fingers together when you stood near him.
and the way he'd kiss you; he'd look at you to make sure it was okay to do so before gently placing his lips on yours, pulling you in closer to him.
and even though he can hear simon and toby's shouts of "ew" or "look at those lovebirds" he simply waves them off whilst you hide your face in his chest.
harry loved to have you as his little secret thing, it gave him an even bigger energy rush than he usually had; the idea of being caught was just so exciting to him.
like when he rocks up to filming with a few hickies around his neck, unable to have covered them with his compression shirt that he mistakenly wore.
the comments under that video were enough to you have you covering your face when harry brought it up, as well as the digs that the boys took at you and harry apparently "going at it like animals."
but harry didn't care, it was the best part of the relationship and he got to keep it all to himself, unless he slipped up in front of the camera that was.
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infictionalwonderland · 8 months
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the big bad birthday — h.lewis
SUMMARY, it’s your birthday and amidst the wholesome birthday posts, everyone’s entertainment comes from the chaotic and completely drunk off your tits content!
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faithlouisak, to the girl of my dreams, my sugar plum baddie pookie boo bear, the big spoon to my little spoon, the sugar in my tea, the absolute fittest fucking person on this planet with the best tits ive ever seen (soz wroetoshaw). HAPPY BIRTHDAY OMG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I CANNOT WAIT TO SPEND EVERY FUCKING BIRTHDAY WITH YOU UNTIL WERE BOTH CRIPPLED AND ROLLING ABOUT IN OUR WHEELCHAIRS IN ALL THE SKATE PARKS LIKE THE COOL KIDS WE ARE XOXOXOXO tagged—@yourusername
view all 23,506 comments yourusername FAITH STOP IT.
yourusername I LOVE YOU SO BLOODY MUCH MY HEART IS LITERALLY ACHING AND UGH YOURE JUST MY FAVOURITE PERSON EVER COME KISS ME
-> faithlouisak don’t have to feckin ask me twice sexy bum
-> behzingagram @wroetoshaw
-> yourusername YO YO YO FAITH UR BOYFS TRYING TO HATE CRIME US?????!!!?????
-> faithlouisak AHHH HOMOPHOBE
bambinobecky the cake is so true 😋😋😋😋😋😋
mrskelly THE PHOTOS OF THEM I CANNOT THEYRE ACTUALLY SO CUTE BRO! THEIR FRIENDSHIP MAKES ME SO HAPPY 💕💕
mummy_behz wishing the beautiful beautiful birthday girl all the best! 💐💐
-> yourusername thank you so much ruth 💝
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taliamar LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WILL YOU PLEASE STAND BC IT IS THE FUCKING BIRTHDAY OF MY LOVVERR! yn i love you so much i genuinely cannot put it into words (can put it into our songs tho xx) you’re the most amazing person that i have ever met, you make me laugh all the time, you keep a smile on my face always, your energy alone is enough to make me feel all bubbly and giddy inside. with you, i feel safe and happy and loved and i feel like im a little kid again and i can conquer the world. you’re truly the very epitome of perfection, lover 😉 tagged—@yourusername
view all 30,561 comments ksi bro harry’s birthday post better be outta this world 😭
-> tobjizzle honestly, he’s got hella competition
yourusername STOP IT TALIA YOURE SO CUTE AND I ADORE YOU WITH MY WHOLE HEART, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY AND YOU DESERVE THE ENTIRE WORLD BABY. MWAH!
-> taliamar stop i shouldn’t be crying it’s YOUR birthday
-> miniminter and she’s crying now. @wroetoshaw ?
-> wroetoshaw balling mate
gkbarry birthday lass looks so hot drenched in rain xxxx
-> yourusername eat me out 😘😘😘😘
-> gkbarry 🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️
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freyanightingale YN YN YN! from the day that i met you i was amazed by you, by your beauty, your kindness, your wit and your literal intelligence - to this day, that amazement has only increased and i know that as i stay by your side until the day we both die in our cute little hospital gowns in our hospital beds with rooms next to each other, i will die still being amazed by you and your very being. i love you so much and you deserve the universe, and even more. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BEAUTIFUL SOUL 💕💕
p.s yes i am lying on her arse in the 8th slide it was a true life experience tagged—@yourusername
view all 16,993 comments zerkaa i feel cheated on
-> freyanightingale cry about it
-> taliamar literally no one cares
-> faithlouisak omg piss off u HOBO
-> tobjizzle flabbergasted.
yourusername FREYA!!!!!!! BRO IM ACTUALLY GONNA HAVE NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY, luv u ari, AFTER ALL THESE MESSAGES AND YOU BET YOUR FAT ASS WE’RE GONNA HAVE HOSPTIAL BEDS NEXT TO ONE ANOTHER???? WE CAN WEAR OUR MATCHING HARRY POTTER SOCK SETS AND GET MATCHING ACRYLICS XXX
-> freyanightingale you’re my favourite person ever xx
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nellarosee happy birthday to the most stunning, happy, loving, genuine, funny & gorgeous gorgeous girl that i have ever known, you are truly one of a kind my girl! tagged—@yourusername
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gkbarry dear sexiest bitch in the entirety of europe, wishing you the best birthday there ever was. we need more people like your fantastical self in the world, cheers for sticking around this long 😘😘😘😘😘
p.s come to mine later, wear ur red set 👅 tagged—@yourusername
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r0sielewis happy birthday to the best girl i’ve ever known, the first genuine friend i have ever made and who i know will always be there for the rest of my life! happy birthday to my role model, my makeup artist, my hair stylist, my therapist, my personal stylist - happy birthday to my everything. i love you so much yn, i hope you know that! all of us lewis’ do (especially mum.. & harry ig) 🤍🤍 tagged—@yourusername
LATER. . .
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mrstelevision · 20 days
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MRS HARRY | h. lewis
summary: a scroll through your internet presence as 'mrs harry'. [social media AU.]
pairing: fem!reader x harry lewis
faceclaim: liya joelle
notes: first piece for mrs harry out of the wag universe. love making these kinds of edits, I make them constantly on @sunsetkerr. the style is completely from the loml @whoetoshaw. liya is gonna be the main fc I use for mrs harry, hopefully you like it!
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yourinstagram playing in the sun with all of my bestest friends 🛥️
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user she's everything to me
user I feel this post in my soul, I can't describe it
taliamar you really are a rockstar 🌟
yourinstagram says a literal popstar
user mother is mothering
wroetoshaw living laughing and loving
yourinstagram oh yeah!! wow!!
user they mean so much to me
user where is that swimsuit from in the 5th slide?
yourinstagram I got it from the iconic, but the tag says 'une piece'!
user thank you!!! a true girls girl 🥹
theburntchip always nice to see my husbands mrs on the timeline
user shes so fine
user how to look like mrs harry tutorial, no borax
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yourinstagram ran away for the weekend (again) to celebrate harry getting older
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user I swear they're always somewhere
user how harry is tapping that I'll never understand
user major fitty
bezhinga red card behaviour
user explains the last sdmn sunday with no bog
user too busy getting laid
yourinstagram guilty
faithlouisak oh how I love you and only you
yourinstagram you and me (and olive) against the world
user she is too good looking for this world
ksi drown him
yourinstagram roger that mr integrity
user it feels like they just got together but they've been together for what?? 6-7 years?
yourinstagram 8 in march 🫢
user take me to spain instead y/n I beg of you
user I want whatever y/n is drinking to stay looking that good
yourinstagram drink lotssss of water and wear sunscreen until you shine like olive oil babe x
user if harry ever fumbles this, I'm swooping straight in
wroetoshaw you can have her, she kicks in her sleep and uses all the hot water
yourinstagram we have electric you moron
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sykokilljoyy · 1 year
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secrets - wroetoshaw imagine
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request: none! however it does kind of link to a few :p words: 1538 warnings: little bit embarrassing i can't lie. implied smut, allusions to sex, but generally just a lot of second hand embarrassment.
tl;dr: harry and y/n have been seeing each other for a while, but the secret's out when harry accidentally exposes some very intimate truths
“Come on, Harry,” Simon laughed, glee written all over his features. He holds onto JJ for support, who chuckled beside him.
“Boys, this is awful!” Harry‘s cheeks were burning, laughing along in front of the camera, which was setup haphazardly on the astro-turf football pitch.
“You said you would do it!” Ethan yelled playfully, holding his friend to his word, “At least give us odds.”
“Fine. Odds of 1-10,” Harry sighed.
It was just a stupid forfeit. He’d accidentally hit the goalpost and due to the rules of the Sidemen Sunday, he would have to do the next 3 penalties with his shirt off. It was the middle of January, so the bite of cold was nipping at his neck already, intruding through his layers of clothing.
“Bet,” Ethan giggled from behind the camera.
“Alright, boys,” Simon called, “3…2…1…”
“Six.”
“Six.”
“Fuck!” Harry cursed, a pit of nervousness pooling in his stomach.
The boisterous whoops and laughs from his friends helped to spur him on a little, but he had never been very confident in front of the camera, let alone topless in the middle of winter, outside the safety confines of his flat. A little part of him was beyond thankful that you were here, tucked behind the camera to help with filming. None of the boys knew, but Harry and yourself had been seeing each other in secret.
It started with just hanging out after filming every so often, grabbing lunch or rides home, just enjoying getting to know each other as a little more than acquaintances. This, however, turned quickly into a couple dates, which fell into long nights and messy mornings, legs tangled in his bed and hands reaching to wherever they could. Not that either of you were ashamed of the other, but there was a certain thrill of keeping it all under the covers that neither were fast to get rid of.
“Come on, Bog,” Ethan hollered. This triggered a wave of ceremonious chants, something along the lines of ‘get your tits out’ from his friends.
Sighing in defeat, Harry shook his jacket off hastily, presuming that if he just gets it over and done with, it’ll be less mortifying. Cheers continued until he was down to his last layer, only himself noting the memory of you wearing this exact t-shirt in his flat the night before, he tried not to think of the fact it still smelt like you.
As his lifted the shirt above his head, the blush dusted upon his freckled shoulders very visible, silence fell on the group. Now, it really wasn’t often that this hyper group of men were dead silent, but after seeing the litter of hickeys cascading down Harry’s chest, sensual scratches marking the skin of his back – a pin could drop and it would sound like something nuclear.
Behind the camera, you blushed deeply, pulling the hem of your hoodie to your nose to hide it. Your eyes followed the lines of the scratches on his back, the memories of the night before still more than fresh in your mind. Averting your gaze to the floor, you could feel your cheeks on fire. Luckily, your friends were all too distracted to notice.
“What?” Harry was immediately self-conscious at the unexpected reaction, pulling his shirt to his chest to cover himself. It was only when he caught a glimpse of something crimson, that it clicked.
“Oh fuck!”
Ethan was the first to laugh, a cackle that broke the shocked tension, the dam of silence bursting open as all of his friends jump to embarrass him.
It was a perfect overreaction, realistically it was only a couple hickeys and such, but as Harry had been historically private about his love life to his friends, this was an ideal opportunity to grill the youngest Sideman.
“Are you dating a vampire or something?” Josh joked first, earning a robust reaction from the group. Followed by waves of playful digs at the already embarrassed blonde boy, who was sheepishly pulling his shirt back over his chest.
“Who knew Harry was getting laid so much?” JJ was flabbergasted, playing up to the camera for a reaction.
“Seems like a very satisfied customer,” Simon chuckled, ruffling Harry’s hair – much to his discomfort, he pouted like a kid.
“Ask her yourself, isn’t that right, Y/N?” Josh chuckled.
He had only meant it as a joke. He had no idea of your relationship, only meaning to embarrass the boy further, as he knew Harry found you attractive.
However, when the pair of you froze like deer in headlights, your throat dry as you try and stutter a whimsical response, panicked eyes darting to each other for support, Josh’s eyes blew wide like dinner plates.
“Oh fuck, was it actually you?” All eyes were on you now, your heart pulsating loudly in your chest, waves of embarrassment hitting you. There was a reason you stayed behind the camera, the pressure of attention being directly on you made you crumble.
Harry knew that, so he spoke loudly to drag eyes back to him, now fully-clothed, “Yeah, uh, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now.”
“I knew it!” Tobi called, turning to Simon with a victorious grin on his face.
“Fuck!” Simon cursed, “I said it was bullshit.”
“How did you know?” Harry asked Tobi, blush still tainting his cheeks.
“Harry, you practically can’t keep your eyes off her when you think no one’s watching,” this made you flustered, avoiding Harry’s dazed eyes.
“Fuck sake,” JJ interrupted, everyone turning to him as he fiddled with the camera, “Does that mean we can’t use any of this footage now?”
Chuckles rose from the group, but ultimately it was down to you and Harry to make that decision. His gaze found you, blue eyes laced with affection and a tiny bit of an apology for the embarrassment. Now that the cat was out the bag, he couldn’t care who knew. Of course, there was a terrifying reality of the fans reaction, but you’d been shipped so many times it seemed redundant by now.
“No, it’s okay, I don’t mind,” You smiled nervously, Harry looking at the football on the ground to hide his boyish grin, kicking it around a little at his feet.
Before everyone hopped back into recording the Sidemen Sunday, returning to their football forfeits, he made his way to you, whilst his friends were distracted retrieving the footballs that were kicked haphazardly across the pitch.
“You okay?” He asked softly, his cold hand ghosting over yours. The pair of you were used to keeping things out of the public eye, subtle glances, fleeting touches, whispers shared whilst no one was looking.
“I’m nervous,” You replied gently, feeling tense under his watchful eye.
“Don’t be,” His head dropped to kiss your cheek carefully, letting his lips linger on your icy skin, a safe way to reassure you that he was there.
It was only small; a gentle expression scratching the surface of his affectionate ways, but your heart skittered at the feeling of his hand playing with yours and his warm lips pressing against you. The strong scent of his cologne hit you at the closeness, the heat radiating from him in the bitter January air. You were still riding the coat tails of a silly schoolgirl crush as he pulled away, the exhilaration of being able to touch him outside the privacy of closed doors spurring you on.
Reaching up, you touched his cheek savouringly, leaning up onto your tip-toes and pressing a kiss to his lips. His hand slipped under your jacket and onto your clothed waist, pulling you towards him only lightly, smiling into the kiss once he felt the corners of your lips curl. Pulling apart, he hid his flustered blush by placing a kiss to your hairline.
“Do you want to get dinner after this?” You enquired hopefully, playing with the strings of his hoodie.
“Only if I can get a couple more of these,” Harry whistled playfully, pulling the collar of his jumper down to reveal the tender, crimson love bites.
“Harry!” You buried your face in his hoodie, embarrassment heating your cheeks promptly, his chest stuttering as he chuckles at your flustered reaction.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He giggled, and you peeled yourself from his embrace, glancing over to see the rest of the group getting ready to film again.
“I’ll take you somewhere real nice, to make up for it.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that, Mr,” You punched his bicep lightly, pushing him away, back towards the camera setup, “Now, go film. I’ll be here when you’re done.”
He nodded, pressing a quick final kiss to your cheek before jogging away sheepishly, batting away the childish calls and digs from his friends.
You watched him happily, smiling at the way he carried himself, the light in his eyes as he joked and battled with his friends, an extra pep in his step as the secretive weight off his shoulders were lifted. He was finally able to care for you in public, to touch you, hold you, tuck the hair behind your ear and kiss you gently without worrying who would find out, and you the same.
It would be hard, when the video releases, and the audience would see the announcement, but you weren’t worried. As long as he was with you, you wouldn’t be scared.
However, you weren’t sure you’ll ever live down the hickeys.
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jeezybipsman · 7 months
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Hello! Could you write something about Harry being teased about his stutter by the boys and is now kinda embarrassed to speak to the reader? Like fluffy/comforting fluff <3
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I LOVE this!
Warnings: swearing/talks of sex
Sorry if this is short! My first imagine :)
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“Okay Harry, what do you think.”
It was a Wednesday, Harry was surrounded by his best mates, laughters bouncing off the walls of the enclosed space as they filmed for side+. He wasn’t a natural at things like this, he struggled with being honest, it wasn’t his thing.
“W-what’s the t-t-t-topic boys?”
Giggles circled the room as Simon, Jj and Ethan sat laughing like school boys in the mics.
“Fuck me Harold, why are you bad with words?”
“Uh”
“How come your all flustered man?”
“Are you horny bro? Are you wanking?”
The boys threw questions at him, making the poor boys mind go cloudy.
“S-s-s-s-sorry.”
The boys were finding it hilarious, thinking Harry was all flustered, when in reality he was only thinking of what you both wanted for tea.
“Anyways” Simon tried to move on, already bored of Harry’s stutter as they were often used to it.
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It was late, you were sat all cosy in your bed with your favourite snacks, patiently waiting for your lover to waltz through them doors and into your arms.
“Hi Y/N,” the room was quiet, a shy man stood at your shared bedroom door. Sadness displayed across his face as he flops onto the bed.
“Why the long face bog?” You were genuinely confused, it was easy for you to read Harry, you knew him well and reckoned you had every mood he struck onto his face engraved in your brain.
Silence.
“Harry?”
More silence filled your room as you focused your attention on him.
He edged closer, until he repositioned himself on top of you, head buried on your chest as he held you tight. Still not daring to say a thing.
You didn’t know what to do in this situation, did you help him? Did you leave him alone? Your hands moved to his head, scratching it as your other hand nestled into his hair.
“I-I wasn’t really concentrated t-today, the boys.” He breathed like he’d ran a marathon, clearly out of breath from talking.
“What did the boys do Harold?”
“T-they laughed, called me fl-flustered, Jj reckoned i was horny” he giggled, you smiled. Hearing his little laugh made you go funny inside, it made you warm.
“Just chill out, stay calm and slow down with your words, you know your too clever for your big mouth.”
You felt his lips raise on your chest, knowing he was smiling at you.
“You know I don’t care how you speak, your my best friend and my boyfriend and your stutter makes you perfect, I don’t want a clever clogs with a professional speaking voice. I want w2s and his stutter, because that’s what makes me happy.”
“What would I do without you ay?”
“I reckon you’d stutter your way through life my boy.”
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It was now Friday, you still hasn’t had much conversation with Harry, clearly too bothered about the boys, you knew he felt bad.
But as you walked through the kitchen, a goofy man with a huge smile and the biggest bunch of roses you’d ever seen was stood waiting for you.
“I know I don’t tell you enough. But I love you, I’m sorry I’m bad at communicating, I try, All for you.”
“All for me?”
“All for you, always and forever for you.”
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lvrslvt3 · 10 months
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ANOTHER BLANKET | h. lewis
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pairings : harrylewis x reader
summary : reader is being harassed by a creepy man harry is a little too late to save her. [ words ]
warnings : creepy man, verbal sexual harassment, very mild violence, alcohol use, drugs mentioned. established relationship
notes : this is my first ever fic so i’m very sorry if it’s bad and for any mistakes, if you have any suggestions or requests feel free to say.
halfway through the third day of the festival you had left most of your group to go and see another band with a few of the girls you had met — not interested in the artist the boys were obsessed with.
obviously, despite harry trusting you with his life, the boys had instructed you to meet them by a certain group of port-a-loos so they could take you back to the campsite safely, the girls you were with had kept you company until it turned quiet and they had to leave to find their own tent, meaning you were now stood alone.
your outfit was way too revealing for the current weather since you hadn’t fully realised how cold it would be until now, when all the adrenaline and excitement was rushed out of you and all you wanted was to go to sleep. you were almost leaning against the makeshift toilet as you waited.
sighing out, you glanced down at your phone but harry hadn’t sent any more texts except the last one only ten minutes ago reading ‘on my way’. crossing your arms you tried to find any body heat as you looked for your boyfriend and his group of friends.
“you cold?” the voice almost made you jump but your body had slowed down with todays activities. at first glance you could tell that the man speaking to you was on something with his fuzzy looking eyes and slurred speech. you weren’t sure what he was on but you didn’t want to be around it.
you didn’t answer his question directly, instead just shaking your head with a polite smile. “i’m fine, thanks.” you expected him to go away but instead he continued to stare you down, causing you to pull up your low waisted trousers a little more to hide yourself from the creepy man.
“just waiting on my boyfriend and his friends to come and get me…” you felt extremely uncomfortable in his presence, so you used the trick you usually did. men — especially ones that are drunk or on drugs — didn’t fully respect you until they knew you had a man.
of course he was different, a lazy smirk finding its way onto his dirty looking face. “so?” he shrugged while taking a step closer to you, now only a little bit away from where you stood backed up against the loo’s.
you glanced down at your phone and typed out a text quickly before sending it, simply saying the words ‘hurry, creepy man’ because you knew it would have harry running across the field until he found you. “are you okay?” you questioned the man in hopes he would back away.
you were trying to keep him distracted so he wouldn’t be solely focused on getting close to you. “i am now i’m with you, baby.” his bad attempt at being smooth made you physically cringe, but you stood up straight instead of showing weakness.
“my boyfriend is on his way right now, he’ll be here any second.” you stated in hopes on scaring him off. instead, he took another step until he was directly infront of you. he smelled disgusting but he didn’t seem to notice or mind.
“i don’t see any boyfriend, girl—“
he reached out his hand to touch you just as you kicked him straight in the balls as hard as you were able to. he let out an very audible grunt before falling to the ground quickly after.. “you little bitch!” he swore out before hissing in pain again.
you took a few steps away from the man on the ground, ignoring his rambles when you heard the noise of people trecking over the grass using a very fast pace. the sudden noise only installed more fear in you — right up until you realised who it was.
harry, ethan and tobi were running toward you full speed, all of them looking relieved when they saw that you were fine. “there’s my little guardian angels.” a smile graced your face at the sight of them.
harry immediately began to check you were okay before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and placing a kiss firmly on to the top of your head. “jesus christ, you scared the shit out of me.” finally, you felt safe.
“no worries, i handled him.” you referenced to the man still on the ground. “what the fuck did you do to him, y/n?” ethan chuckled slightly at the agony the man on the floor was currently experiencing.
“i only kneed him in the balls, he’s overreacting.” you brushed the creepy man off while leaning further into harry’s chest, beginning to walk away from the scene, feeling glad the boys hadn’t spoken to the drugged out man.
“you’re not going off on your own again—“ harry squeezed your shoulder to get his point across, “i’ll come wherever you want, ‘kay?” he peered down at you as you nodded with a small smile on your lips.
“where’s the rest of yous?” you questioned as all four of you joined the much smaller crowd walking towards the tents. most people had headed straight for bed while others took there time. “they copped out early.” was the answer.
“yeah, like big losers.” ethan’s own comment sent him into a fit of laughter, far too drunk to realise that no one else was joining in. tobi chuckled slightly at his friend until they finally reached there campsite. you all had paid extra for a nicer area, in which there wasn’t campfires set by drunks ready to burn down all of your belongings.
“night, tobs, thanks for making sure i was okay.” you gave the boy a half hug before glancing at ethan that was already stumbling off to go and find his own tent. “need any help with him?” you referred to the almost black out boy.
“nah, he’ll be fine.” tobi answered before following after the ginger. “come on, then.” harry wrapped his arms properly around you to lead you to your shared tent, climbing in quietly to not disturb anybody else.
“i feel dead.” you murmured with a grunt while harry zipped back up the opening. you quickly changed out of your restricting clothes into a baggy shirt and some pyjama shorts, finally able to become fully comfortable.
“we’ll don’t die until monday,” harry joked as he aswell changed into sweatpants to sleep in, “i’m not driving home with those idiots.” he referenced to your friends that were currently in there own tents.
you only chuckled before climbing into the large sleeping bag you had purchased together, a very thin mattress underneath that kept you both off of the ground by a few inches and made sleeping a lot easier for the both of you.
“hurry up.” you groaned out while harry set his clothes away, “i’m freezing.” you complained until he finally climbed into your shared sleeping bag, the goosebumps on your arms slowly fading as you snuggled into him for warmth.
“alright, babe, i already have a blanket i don’t need another.” he teased you but held you closer until you were practically draped over him. you didn’t even bother to react — too used to your boyfriends teasing comments.
instead you let the silence respond to him so you could finally close yout eyes and let exhaustion take over. thankfully, you fell asleep quickly thanks to your sore limbs and harry’s overly warm body making the sleeping bag feel like your own personal oven.
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allywthsr · 9 months
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THE SONG OF OUR LOVE | (h. lewis)
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summary: a normal day in the Wroetoshaw household
wordcount: 2.1k words
pairing: harrylewis x singer!reader
warnings: none
notes: first imagine! please be nice and comment your thoughts! The song Y/N is writing is : all 4 nothing by lauv :)
On this surprisingly warm Tuesday morning, you woke up at around 9:00 am. Despite having an early studio session, which didn’t start before 11:00 am, you decided to get up early.
Your boyfriend of eight years is still sound asleep on your shared bed.
The cutest little snores came out of his slightly opened mouth.
You looked into the mirror you had put up on the wall, seeing your T-shirt, well, Harry’s T-shirt, an old Sidemen merch you pulled out of the other side of the closet a few days ago. And an old pair of shorts you bought from your favorite shop when you first moved to London.
On your tiptoes, you sneak out of your bedroom trying not to wake up your favorite person.
You had this song idea stuck in your head and you needed to write it down or record it somehow. Thinking of the recording app you had installed on your phone, you went to your home studio, which the boys of your crew had set up for you.
You opened the door and to the left, all of your guitars were hanging on the wall. Yet your favorite guitar was standing next to the fluffy white couch you picked out for this room. Wanting to have a comfy and nice looking space for when you were creative.
The couch was mostly used by your boyfriend Harry when he was lounging on it while listening to your recording or mostly writing melodies and lyrics.
Across from the couch you had your little setup. A table where you placed your monitor, attached to the table is a microphone which you could move around to any position you‘d like, some noise-canceling headphones were placed on top of the microphone, ready to be picked up. And last but not least, the matching white fluffy chair, where you spend hours and hours trying to write the perfect song.
When you woke up, at around 1:00 am, when Harry went to bed after a little work dinner with Callux, Calfreezy, Chip, and Will (which turned into a ’who can down the most Sambuca shots in 10 seconds‘ challenge), you had this song stuck in your head. You just needed to write it down somehow, too scared that you wouldn’t remember it when you went to the actual studio.
You sat down on your couch and picked up the guitar next to you. Getting your phone out, you opened the recording app and pressed play.
You started to play the guitar quietly trying to play the melody you had stuck in your head.
After finding the right tune you started to hum quietly.
”I‘m so in love, I‘m so in love
I don’t ever wanna stop this ride that we’re on
I don’t ever wanna say goodbye
Then all of these nights they would be just for nothing“
Thinking of Harry, you wrote another love song. This boy is stuck in your head and you can’t seem to get him out of there, not that you wanted to.
The thought of saying goodbye to him made your heart clench. After being in a relationship for a bit longer than eight years and knowing each other since primary school, you couldn’t imagine a life without him.
He was your soulmate, and you were his.
You’ve spent so many nights talking, laughing and just enjoying each other’s presence while both of you had a busy day ahead, often oversleeping in the morning and being late to important meetings, these nights couldn’t be for nothing.
”Third of October
We were never sober
First few times that we hung out
But we fell in love somehow“
Third of October, the day that Harry asked you to be his. It was back in Guernsey. You guys went for a walk and that’s where he asked you.
The first time you hung out with him as in ‘I like him more than a friend‘ was at parties. With him being 19 and you 18, you were allowed to legally drink alcohol and both of you did that. A lot. You don’t remember much, but some of your friends took pictures of you that first night you went out together. It was in July 2015 and you came to London for a visit, Harry insisting to go for a ‘few pints‘. The few pints turned into a few shots and before you realized both of you were peppered.
The picture shows you on a bench near a park as Harry clung to you while you were trying to hold your puke in.
Not one of your greatest moments but definitely a key one for your relationship.
After that you started to visit Harry more often in London, always going out to clubs but you guys also had your quiet moments.
Cuddling with a raging hangover after a wild night out. Or playing Mario Kart when you both couldn’t sleep, getting too angry at the other for throwing blue or red shells.
In October he came to Guernsey and that’s where it happened.
”First time that I met you
I didn't have a damn clue
That I love everything about you
Now I can't think of life without you“
The first time you met him was the first day of primary school. You instantly clicked and hit it off perfectly. With playdates, sleepovers, and exploring the island together.
It was clear from the beginning to both of your parents that you would end up together.
You never thought of Harry that way until you turned 16. Suddenly your heart skipped a beat when you saw him, you felt nervous to talk to him and whenever you guys touched, you thought a lightning struck through your body.
Thinking back to that time, brought a smile to your lips, not able to imagine a life without him anymore.
”Eh, did you know that you're my whole heart?
Eh, did you know that I never stop? No
Giving you everything I got 'cause I'm so
I'm so in love, I'm so in love“
You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have Harry by your side. At this point, if he would leave, you would follow him, because he‘s yours and you’re his.
”and then just repeating the beginning and maybe another verse not sure about that yet“
You told basically yourself so you wouldn’t forget what you wanted to do with the rest of the song.
Just as you were about to press the stop recording button, the door to your studio opened and a very sleepy Harry came through it.
”what are you doing? I woke up and you weren’t by my side anymore“
You let out a laugh, ”I had this song idea stuck in my head since you came home. I needed to record it somehow.“
You put the guitar back onto its stand making sure the app was still recording, as you loved putting little extras of talking at the beginnings or endings of songs.
”Oh really? Can I listen to it?“ Harry came closer to you. You stood up and gave him a hug.
”I wanna record a demo in the studio later and then I can show you,“ Harry not being happy with this answer looked at you with a pout on his lips.
You giggled and kissed his lips, which just looked absolutely delicious this morning, with his beard being a bit longer than usual.
Harry being Harry, tried to deepen the kiss.
”No Harry come on, I have to go to the studio soon and you have meetings and a video shoot later, we don’t have time.“
”I only need five minutes, Y/N please.“
You shake your head and looked at him with your stern look.
Harry let out a sigh.
”Get a girlfriend, they said, it’s going to be fun, they said,“ he looked at you playful.
You slapped his chest, and now it was your turn to pout.
”Harry I‘d love to, but we really have no time. Later, alright? I wanted to ask you something anyway,“ you loosened your arms from the embrace you still shared. ”I wanted to go to Talia later, to talk about recording a song together, do you wanna come? Talia said Simon is going to be there too.“
”Yeah sure,“ he nodded while a grin started to form on his face, ”but if you want to see Mushu, you can just say so, you know. Don’t have to pretend that you want to record with Talia.“
You looked at him offended. You loved Mushu, ever since T and Simon got him, you‘ve been nagging Harry to get a dog. He‘s still refusing, constantly reminding you what happened to Herb. Your argument, that you both were practically kids and weren’t even able to take care of yourself when you got little Herb, does not convince Harry in any way.
”I love my Talia and we‘ve talking about recording music together for ages now. Even thought about making a whole album and just call it ’the sidewomen‘ to get more money, you know using your name and stuff,“ you grinned at him. ”But yeah, Mushu is also a reason I wanna go there,“ now changing into your baby voice, ”I mean have you seen that sweet fluffy face? He’s a furball, how can you not love him?“ A smile appears on your face just at the thought of Mushu and his incredibly soft fur.
”You know, sometimes I‘m scared you will leave me for a dog,“ Harry voiced his concern.
”Maybe you should start barking before I actually do.“
”I love you, Y/N, I really do.“
Your heart forms into a puddle and the pout appears on your lips again.
”I love you too, you’re the sweetest.“
You shared a kiss, as Harry’s hand connected with your right ass cheek, creating a loud slap sound.
”HARRY,“ you let out a shriek.
”I would love you even more if you would finally join me in the bedroom again.“
A grin appears on your face.
”Alright, but we really have no time. Let me just save the recording and then I‘ll come.“
With Harry leaving the room, you turned around and walked to your phone which still lays on the couch, where you left it.
You pressed the button, to stop recording. With a smile you saved it, making sure you could hear Harry and you talking, as you knew what to put at the end of the song you just recorded.
Taking your phone with you, you walked to the bedroom where Harry was waiting for you.
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When you and Harry both returned from the duties you had for the day, it was around 4:00 pm. You’ve been in the studio all day, recording the song you thought of this morning.
And Harry had a recording session with the boys for more Sidemen and Side+.
You’ve been excited all the time you’ve spent in the studio to finally show Harry the new song.
With Harry lounging on the couch, typing away on his phone, as you walked through the door of your living room, you couldn’t wait to be in his arms again.
You threw yourself on top of him. Harry immediately put his arms around you and squeezing you close. With your head propped up on his chest and the perfect view of his face, you couldn’t believe he was yours.
”Hiya“, you smiled at him, looking into his eyes.
”Hey there“, he smiled back at you, as he started to rub his hands up and down your back.
”I have the first demo version of the new song I started on today, you wanna listen to it?“
Before he answered, he moved your legs on both sides of his and sitting up straight, so you sat on his lap.
”What a question, of course Y/N. Show me right now.“
You giggled at his serious expression and pulled out your phone where the producer of the studio saved one of the versions.
”But have in mind, this is only a demo version, it’s not perfect and still a lot is missing.“
”As if I care, just show me.“
You selected the file of the final demo version and clicked play. Turning up the volume a bit more and your voice filled the room.
”I'm so in love…“
After the last chorus was played Harry wanted to start talking, but you only placed your index finger on his lips to shush him.
Harry looked at you confused with a tilted head, curious what’s gonna come after the song was finished and then he heard his own voice.
”You know, sometimes I‘m scared you will leave me for a dog.“
”Maybe you should start barking before I actually do.“
”I love you, Y/N, I really do.“
”I love you too, you’re the sweetest.“
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wroetoshawt · 8 months
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are they together or not? / h. lewis
summary: fans are convinced that you and harry wroetoshaw are together. you're a famous youtuber/singer and recently fans have noticed clues that you and harry are spending a lot of time together.
pairing: harry lewis w2s x female reader
(face claim sabrina carpenter)
note: this is my first post im a bit nervous, lmk what u think! xx
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yourusername soft launch? nah hun, hard launch. let the riot commence 😘😎 @harrywroetoshaw
harrywroetoshaw rip our notifs
faithlouisak so happy for u both 💛 but she's mine harry
yourusername always, the boys dont need to know
harrywroetoshaw i'll fight u kelly @faithlouisak
yourusername @harrywroetoshaw calm down you can share me
ynno1fan OMGGGGG!!!
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guys i am too obsessed with him it’s scandalous someone start requesting
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hollytoshaw · 2 days
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Can you do a smau where harry and y/n are just horny for each other all over social media and everyone makes fun of them
thank you for this anon. love this idea!!! hope you enjoy xxx
down bad | harry lewis
summary: y/n & harry being obsessed with eachother across social media
face claim: dua lipa
a/n: made this quite quickly so its a bit short but I hope its decent. keep sending in requests i love making these xxx
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summary: some of your most memorable times with harry. [7k words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: smut warning. lazily edited. I’M SO NERVOUS OMFG I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M POSTING THISSSSSS I DONT WANNAAAA 😆 NO COMMENT, GONE INTO HIDING 🏃🏽‍♀️ kidding, let me know what you thought ❤️‍🔥 longly anticipated so enjoy my babies, don’t forget to reblog. <333
“NO, IT’S A REAL THING THAT HAPPENS, I ASSURE YOU.”
“Oh . . ‘I assure you.’”
“No! No! No! Not like that, not like—”
It was February, and the boys had a splendid idea that for a Valentine’s Day Special, the girlfriends would do an episode of Side+ to talk all things love, romance, and date nights.
Well, you’d briefly covered those three – 15 minutes after, you had plunged right into the topic of girl secrets, flawing the boys and the main topic they told you to try as avoid (for probably their own sanity) —sex.
“Are you sure?! I really thought it was a myth!” Faith looked across at you.
“No, it’s real,” you almost rolled your eyes, laughing at her reaction.
“To be fair, I thought it was fake too,” Talia said from your left, Ellie raising her brows surprised whilst Freya tapped her chin in thought with her finger.
“Very messy,” you choked on a laugh, the girls exploding in cackles at your comment. You looked to the cameras shamefully, knowing Harry would probably kill you. “Ok! Ok! Next subject! Next subject!”
“No, I couldn’t be arsed with that. You should see the mood of me when I’ve to change my sheets after putting my tan on, I hate changing the bedding.”
“Could do it elsewhere?” Freya raised her brows, the table filling with giggles again.
“No, I have the back of an 80-year-old as it is at the minute, you’ll not catch me anywhere but my bed,” Talia laughed, twirling the wires of the microphone.
“I don’t know how these people do it in risky places, it baffles my brain,” Ellie shared, the girls nodding in response, “like, do you want to be caught!?!”
“I can’t think of anywhere really spontaneous I’ve done it,” Freya swirled in her chair.
All heads tilted to the centre of the desk where you sat, an embarrassed grin tugging your lips as you dropped your face to your hands, the heat crawling up your neck in your already warm hoodie. “Stop!”
“Y/n, you are so bad!”
“No, the stories I’ve heard from her over the years,” Talia jutted her thumb in your direction.
“You actually give me grey hairs. You actually do,” Freya almost scolded you with amusement in her voice.
“You are a crazy horse, y/n darlin’.”
“FAITH?!”
“What?! The stuff you be telling me has me having a heart attack and I didn’t even do it!”
“Oh my god,” you grumbled, your fingers on your warm cheeks, “there is something wrong with me, I actually do get possessed or something.”
“DEFINITELY!”
“You’re actually not right.”
“Why are you like that?”
You were flabbergasted at these comments when they could all be just as horny as you could be. “I’m a horny person, girls! It’s normal!”
“Not to your extent,” Freya mumbled into her water bottle, “we all like a shag but you act like it’s the end of the world with your carry-on.”
The girls all laughed at you and you did too, dispaired in your seat, you shook your head at their teasing.
“Do you still send nudes?”
“Uh, duh.”
“Not really, no.”
“Never.”
“Rarely.”
What the fuck is wrong with these girls?!
“Where is the craziest place you’ve done it? Or places in general? WAIT NO! Have any of you done it with either set of parents in the house?”
“Obviously.”
“‘Course not.”
“Fuck no!”
“Never!”
Yet again, you were the one who had facepalmed after your confession, clearly thinking you were all on the same page when you were not.
“Y/N!”
“WHAT?! I WAS YOUNG WHEN I MET HIM?!”
“Y/n, I met Josh around the same age as you did and I have never in our 13 years tried to ride him with my parents or his parents under the same roof.”
“Oh my god—” you muttered in your hands.
Maybe did have a problem.
“Where is the best place to have sex? Or best sex you’ve had,” Faith asked, “let’s discuss.”
“No,” you drew on the whiteboards from earlier.
“Yes. In fact, can we rank? Can you pull up like a picture of a bed, of a wall, car and we’ll rank our fav places! Our fav times!” You all watched the diagram form on the screen and laughed at the options. “Yeah, this is great, let’s get it. Let’s start First Time, where’s this going on the table?”
“Is this first time ever or first time with current partner?” Tal asked.
“Either or.”
“Well I don’t count my first time, I don’t count my first few times ‘cause it was fucking shit and I didn’t even get an orgasm so,” you threw your pen down in a huff, “i’m counting mine with Harry’s.”
The girls all laughed, knowing the story all too well of your first time with your ‘first boyfriend’ (a boy you’d been with for 5 months) and how you had almost been put off sex for life because it just wasn’t how you thought it was supposed to be. It was just an interaction of . . in and out . . and you were getting nothing out of it.
“I’d be surprised if your first time wasn’t in a bed, hun.”
“My first time I was on top,” you knew you'd either get laughs or gasps while Frey hit your arm scoldfully, “better still: didn’t use a condom, so—” you tried to shield yourself from her whacking, clearly not approving of this statement in case it were to be taken as advice. Such a mum.
You sat back and pondered, it was hard to think of your favourite time.
THE FIRST TIME
You remembered your first time with Harry like it yesterday, how his mum and dad had gone out for the night and he’d been left to watch Josh and Rosie — except both had gone to their friends’ houses and didn’t plan on coming back ‘til midnight. You remembered not thinking much of it, the whole thing unplanned and naturally occurring, it was sweet. It was a good first time, some giggles and no awkwardness — the only unusual thing that might have occurred was the fact you’d got on top.
“–wait! wait! wait! I don’t know if I can do this,” you panted, your hands wobbling on his broad chest as his palms covered your waist, heat radiating off the two of you as you hovered above Harry and his cock.
“You can, it’s fine, it’s fine!” Harry reassured, moving his hands further to your hips where he slowly guided you back down, “just . . go slow . .”
“I’m SCARED!”
“You can do it, I promise,” he chuckled at your nervousness. There was a reason people didn’t do this during their first time.
You could remember lowering yourself down, eyes locked on him as he slipped in that very first time, shy moans escaping your mouth, you were taken back by how easy he slipped inside you with how wet you were, “oh my god,” you grunted, mouth falling open as he filled you up, inch by inch.
“Fuck me,” he breathed, watching himself disappear in you, almost completely gone, wrapped around your pretty cunt. You were focused on him and those long dark lashes staring down between you, his messy, sweaty hair tangled across his head and those flushed cheeks. You ached for him, and the thought of doing something you knew you shouldn’t be doing because of the opportunity, it felt even better.
“You’re fuckin’ tight,” he mumbled, hands running up and down your legs.
“Sorry,” you confusedly mumbled, too focused trying to hold your weight above you.
You remembered that last inch you couldn’t take, already feeling full with him inside you, but Harry was adamant, he knew you could take him, and looking into those trusting eyes, you remembered the pleasure that fulfilled you when he jutted his hips up into you, filling you whole, allowing you to release those moans all you wanted. You remembered being able to move to a steady rhythm once you adjusted to him, his length snug in you, you began to rock your lower half, his hands controlling your hips, the moans slipped out of you with ease, “—Harry!”
You remembered the eye contact, the proud smiles and messy hair. You remembered feeling safe with your arms locked around his neck when he sat up slightly, connecting your lips as you felt every inch of him in you. “I love you,” you voiced, wet mouth trailing up and down your neck and chest, your tits occupying his hands, you’d never felt like this before.
“I love you more,” he pulled your face closer to his, hot and steamy kisses bruising your lips as you neared the edge.
Gradually, of course, your growth in experience had resulted in beds breaking and headboards chipping paint off the walls with its repetitive banging, the plush mattress would comfort your back while your legs would be up over Harry’s shoulders, eyes dazed and fluttering with each thrust he gave, splitting you in half.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
Each time your voice pitched higher, but to Harry, it was like a symphony.
“You can take it,” one hand would hold onto the headboard while the other held your foot, and you’d have to bite your lip to stop any more sounds leaving, not remembering if Callum had come home yet, but it’d be so hard, and Harry would smile at your struggling, and you’d be smiling up at him, hoping he didn’t stop.
THE FLOOR
It was always so frenetic when it came to you wanting a fuck, so eager, impatient and slightly tilting on the aggressive side because of how desperate you became, it kind of irritated Harry how all patience went out the window – which only worsened things because you loved seeing him all angry at you. “Quick! It doesn’t matter!” You cried, you yanked Harry’s head back from the doorway of the villa, your hair sticking to your back. It was 11:00 at night and still feeling 100 degrees. The group were still clubbing as you’d just stepped through the door, the house empty and silent until you and Harry came stumbling home, escaping the carnage so you could have time to yourselves.
And be as loud as you wanted.
“Quick, Harry,” you begged, rising on your knees as he took himself out of his shorts, the heat getting to you as the straps to your dress fell. You couldn’t even properly undress yourself — you couldn't even make it to the bedroom, you’d latched yourself onto him in the kitchen, swinging you both around in the kitchen, you tumbled to the ground and climbed like it was nothing, your lips hot on his, his movements just as rushed as his hands ran all over and around you, squeezing and gripping your ass, hugging your sides and tits, you rushed to lift the trail of your dress.
Fucking on the floor was an all-time low, the concept so fucking dirty (even in a luxurious villa) but my god, did you love it. You didn’t care, you’d let him fuck you anywhere, any time, even on a dirty, white tiles.
Harry watched how you slapped his hands away from his shorts and began undoing his belt for him, hands shaking, he laughed at your eagerness, “you are a dirty bitch,” the grin grew on his face as your face fell into full concentration, sweat gleaming across your head, “you’re gonna get it, stop rushing,” he pushed your hands back to lift his hips and push himself. He felt your smirk against his mouth as your lips attacked his again, wasting no second slipping your tongue in. You lifted your hips as he guided his cock to your entrance, looking over his shoulder once more to make sure no one was coming through the door before sliding into you. “Fuck me.”
“Oh my GOD!” You remembered fucking him as fast as possible, your hips bucking at a dangerous speed while he met you halfway. You were almost crying in despair for this orgasm, your hands on his shoulders for support. Your eyes watched the door while his eyes grazed your tits which were practically free from your dress, you rode him shamelessly with your cries filling the villa. The idea of someone walking in had your heart racing, but also clenching even tighter around him as you hugged his head close to you, fingers scratching into the back of his head. “Mmm–Harry . . ” you winced, your orgasm close but not close enough.
You remembered your hands slapping onto the ground behind you as he sat forward, taking control with a harsh snap of his hips, his cock pairing right through you. The floor became slippy, your skin on fire. You moaned and moaned and when it was almost over, you felt yourself cumming harder seeing how dirty your hands were, knowing he was the only one to get you like this.
And you’d do it again and again and again.
KITCHEN COUNTER
Seriously, you remembered a wholesome day of showing your friends and families your brand new home and giving them a tour of the place, and whilst your heart was filled with gratitude, you couldn't wait for Harry to fill you up when you entered the kitchen and saw how his hips met the perfect height of the kitchen counter.
“Oh it’s lovely, isn’t it?” His mum ran her hand over the countertop and Harry copied, reaching over to get a good feel while you gulped, wondering why the fuck your mind had to go there.
“Yeah, it is,” you agreed, dragging your nails along the marble slate, and Harry found himself smirking too as his mind intruded with filthy thoughts too.
“—move your legs further apart,” he kicked your feet further away from the other, a firm hold on your hips to stop you from falling. You moaned at the contact of his thickness pushing through, your nails gripping the edge of the countertop in pure bliss at the delicious angle. You moaned as he filled you snug, pushing all the way, you didn’t know if the pressure in your stomach was from him or the countertop, either way, it was so tasty.
“I think I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, a bit amused but more pathetic, you frowned with your cheek pressed into the cold countertop.
“Already?”
Harry’s brow perked cockily although you couldn’t see, but you could hear the humour in his tone and imagine that smug grin on his lips. He pulled a good distance back before ramming back into you, your legs already shaking with pleasure.
“Uh—fuck! Keep doing that!”
“You’re fuckin’ dripping everywhere, you been thinking about this all mornin’?” you moaned at his change in rhythm, the way he quickened his pace and cut his thrusts short, he pushed you further and further into the counter, taking your arms behind your back. You hadn’t felt this sort of intensity in a long time, you were speechless.
“Oi,” a loud smack echoed the room as a gasp tumbled off your lips, your right asscheek stinging red.
“Yes,” you nodded breathlessly, eyes rolling back as he hit your certain spot.
“This the first thing you wanted to do on your new kitchen counter, huh?”
“Mhmm,” you hummed smugly, “had to christen it before I make anything on it, right?”
“You’ll remember that anytime you come in here to make anything for our friends and family,” you just shrugged at his words. You didn’t care. It was your house, you did what you wanted, who would find out anyway?
You tried to lift your leg even more, to get as much of that inviting angle as you could, and Harry helped, holding your ankle to shove it up further onto the kitchen island, putting you in the most awkwardest but exposing angle. “I’m gonna have you walking funny for a week, mate,” his fingers dug into your hips, and you could have come undone all at once, but you refused to let this be over already, so you did your best to hold back as best you could for an even better release, your cries supporting his promise furthermore as he pounded into you.
CLUB WALL
The vibrations of music blasting around the room only made your head fuzzier, your spirit already buzzing from your heavy consumption of drink, floating on cloud 9. You couldn’t remember if it was the club’s wall or in the bathroom stall, didn’t matter either way, you’d done both, drunk enough to not give a fuck but cautious enough to do it somewhere you had a 0% chance of getting caught.
Or maybe 10.
20 even.
30.
Your arms were around his neck, eyes warm with tenderness, he was the only one you could focus on. It was dark, loud, and stuffy but your mind was set on Harry and his hazy eyes, messy hair and strong arms holding you up against the wall. You watched how he struggled to get your skirt up by your hips, the material tight, only making him want to tear it off more. You grunted at his rough hands, the skirt burning your thigh as you kept your legs wrapped around him. You watched him in full focus, the way he was obviously frustratedly impatient, his angry furrowed brows and frown making you want him more. You remembered the feeling, the adrenaline, the race of your heart at the fear of getting caught but not caring enough to take the risk. You remembered his hot kisses, the way you could barely keep up with his lips when he was inside you, taking any last bit of focus you had. Your high-pitched sounds tumbled freely against his mouth, the bass of the music drowning them out. You were sticky, sweaty, and so so turned on.
You could have cried.
You remembered sliding down the wall after, unable to hold yourself when Harry tried to set you down, filled with his cum, legs exhausted. You sat there, heart pounding, legs full with pins and needles, but the sight of him tucking himself back into his pants, the veins still sticking out in his hands, the flushed cheeks and scorned brows – you were willing to stay on your knees and suck him off.
BATHROOM STALL
You’d done a bathroom stall before, but my god, would you never forget that one celebratory party, the one in one of the most extravagant hotel lobbies with the monster nightclub. Dubai, or maybe it was Las Vegas. L.A.? You couldn’t remember, you could just remember the longing you did for your man that night, separated from him for the night as you mingled amongst the girls and celebrities from across the pond while he did the same with the guys. You were bored to fucking death. If anything the martinis were just making you more angsty, a ticking noise playing in your mind as you counted down the seconds this thing was over and you could get back to your man for some real entertainment.
You bumped into him on the way to the toilets, the smirk forming on his face making others wonder if you were two strangers meeting for the first time, eyes dancing with excitement at the sight of the other. “Where you goin?” he asked, subconsciously stepping aside from his friend group, following your direction. He was so handsome, cheeky glint in his eye and that black t-shirt? You wanted to eat him.
“Bathroom. I’m just out?” you smiled as his hands instinctively found your hips, your arm resting over his shoulder with your drink in hand. He kept walking back, keeping eye contact, smiling into a kiss, you looked at him suspiciously as he guided you backwards, back towards the toilets.
There – his mouth attacked yours, his hands bunching as much of your ass as he could. Your back crashed into the door of a stall, your feet stumbling back, you slightly scolded Harry in the midst of your make out sesh, your ankle throbbing from hitting the toilet.
But that long left your memory when he almost broke the door trying to lock the latch so quick, his hands flying to your legs, he dropped to his knees and your eyes widened. You were convinced you’d drooled too. Your skirt was bunched up to your stomach, free from restraint, you could spread them as wide as you wanted. The twinge of pleasure that shot through you made your head spin, his tongue lapping you up like there was no tomorrow, you could have fainted.
Your hands pressed to either side of the stall walls, trying to keep yourself from crumbling under his touch; his actions had your whole lower half twitching, you almost broke into sobs at how good it was.
He was enjoying it too much. He dove his face into you, warm tongue exploring you, his nose repeatedly nudged your clit. “Harry please,” you choked, the pleasure unbearable, and when you came? He didn’t stop.
You did fall slightly, trying to remove yourself from him, but he just kept going. Your hand was gripping his hair, wanting him to stop but at the same time, keep going, it was blissfully overbearing. “Oh my god!” you tensed, surprised you hadn’t crushed his head yet with your thighs, never mind suffocated. You were convinced he wanted to go that way because he didn’t care.
When he stopped, his chin was soaked, and even at that, he still tried to kiss you, but you kept him at bay with a hand on his forehead, needing a second to catch your breath with a heaving chest.
The sight of him made your heart flutter.
CAR
The car wasn’t your favourite, at least for actual sex. Too small, stuffy. Very messy. Plus, Harry hated the way the windows dried with dirty hand prints on them, ignoring when a family member asked about them and he had to lie and say you did it as a joke and that it wasn’t real.
Hm.
The teasing was good, though. You loved Harry driving more than anything, it was a common thing! People liked their man driving! They looked hot doing it!
He rarely drove if ever, so seeing him behind the wheel was hot as it was, the way he gripped the steering wheel or turned it with an open palm - you didn’t understand why it was so fucking sexy.
You remembered his new car, the way you had a long drive one weekend in it for the first time, how it ran smoothly along the quiet roads, relaxing you both, you could have melted into the seats.
It was a playful journey, you’d messed the whole time, giggling and making fun of others, teasing the other for their behaviour and calling them out for their acts, it was such a wholesome journey, your heart full of endearment watching him and his side profile.
London roads were irritating though, once back in the city, and although home was so close, it’d be at least another hour ‘til you got there with the traffic. You were both getting tired, and antsy to get in bed; it was dark and cold outside and you could only see the streetlamps and car lights flashing outside, you didn’t want to drive anymore.
You smirked at the memory of your act, how you kept your head straight ahead when you rubbed and squeezed his thigh, seeing the side glance he gave. It almost made you crack, but he knew you were amused. You didn’t waste a minute, you squeezed him through his sweats, the menace you were, laughing wickedly as he tried to throw your hand off him.
“Fuck off,” he told you, not affording a distraction from the non-moving road, but a grunt caught in his throat when you slid your hand back over, leaning your body with it, watching his Adam’s apple bob as you palmed him through his trousers, feeling him in your hand.
It was dumb to do, but it was the sexiest thing to see him squirm in his seat letting you jack him off, still easily controlling the car with one hand.
You didn’t really care at the thought of someone looking over and seeing your head in his lap or his hand tightly in your hair - you found his multitasking incredibly sexy, and to be honest - you kind of wished they would.
SHOWER
The shower was also a low score, it was hard trying to keep still with a slippy floor and cold wet tiles, but again, when you got the position right – it could be amazing.
You loved roaming your hands all over him, sudding up his chest and stomach, scraping it down his back with your nails with steam circulating off the two do you, you loved looking up and seeing his hair soaking wet, dripping, even more when his hands were feeling you up.
It was more of an intimate thing, the teasing and messing around, trying to wash your own hair without getting groped, but my god, how you loved falling into him when his hands slipped softly up your back around your sides before coming up to your tits, groping him roughly with a sound of a laugh. He loved that, and resting his head on your shoulder, in your neck, watching the water run off you, keeping you warm with his chest pressed into your back, hands and fingers playing with your chest.
Comforting.
JEALOUS SEX
The places didn’t matter so much though, whether in a hot tub with the chance of a £200 fine, the Sidemen office during their lunch break or at your parent’s place trying your best to be quiet — sometimes it was the type of sex you were having, not the position, although let’s face it, they contributed a lot, but the narrative behind it - the emotional drive behind it.
Jealousy sex had to be up there - you were one possessive fucker, but so was Harry.
You weren’t an intimidated person, people confessed their crush on your man all the time but you never felt threatened, and Harry could hardly make eye contact with his reflection, so you didn’t give a fuck as much as he did — the thing that got you both was the audacity of others.
You might not have felt threatened, but you hated seeing girls do everything in their power to try and convince your man, that they were better then you, like they ever stood a chance, but the sight of letting themselves down as women by their desperation. Feeding into the male ego. Making themselves look stupid throwing themselves at him.
Harry rejecting them had to make you the horniest version of yourself ever. He didn’t even have to be a dick about it, an awkward escape or just a friendly wave ‘stop’ of his hand to them and nod to his girlfriend — you were ready to fuck his brains out.
Harry liked when you got jealous, when you got home and he got to see you become the desperate one, even though you played it off for being unbothered, he loved seeing how it got under your skin. He liked to wind you up even further about it.
The worst case of jealousy you’d got had you acting up like a demon though, your rage feeding into the movement of your body when it came to sex. You were known to come across as unbothered online, the topic not even making you flinch – you weren’t nervous in the slightest at the thought of this famous influencer thirsting over your man — didn’t care the whole internet hyped her up to think she was the most hottest thing to walk the planet — didn’t care how she’d stated how you weren’t a problem in her way trying to fuck your man.
Harry didn’t give a shit either, which had you dripping as it was, but still - it was the audacity of her to fearlessly voice her interest in him, how adorably geeky he was as if she was purposefully trying to get a reaction out of you. She managed to get on a nerve, not that you’d ever let her know that.
“She thinks she can do what I do?” you spoke more to yourself, laugh trying to break through, tongue trailing along the happy trail of your man.
Harry used to consider you possessed. You fucked him like you were trying to prove something, like reminding him why he would never leave you - you gave him everything.
But you didn’t need to fuck him to rub it in her face - him holding your hand upon meeting her was the most fulfilling thing he could have done, and you fucked him hard for that like a reward ‘til he couldn’t ever remember meeting her.
ANGRY SEX
Harry’s jealousy was different compared to yours because when Harry got jealous, he was able to put you in a bad mood.
When you got jealous it was hilarious, he could wind you up all he wanted, but god forbid you go there, not one smile could be cracked and then he was angry with you too for not taking him seriously.
He was a petty king and he could go days without talking to you until you said sorry.
“You’re actually digging your grave here.”
He’d thrown the house keys on the counter after almost having to break down the door, it wouldn’t open. The ‘fall out’ had happened after Friday night, after you’d both been out with your friend group, partying it up for some big event for the weekend other few celebs were attending.
You’d had a great time — everyone did! Faith won a £150 bottle of Rosè in some competition, JJ a voucher (like he needed it) and Behz grabbed a pic with Declan Rice.
You got talking to . . an old friend, the conversation not even 10 minutes long and you hadn’t seen Harry since the beginning of the night so it’s not like you ditched and blanked him.
You’d done nothing wrong. You were as friendly and as polite as you would have been to him as you would an old girl friend.
Harry didn’t like him.
He didn’t like the way he looked at you the whole time like you’d be stumbling through the door of his hotel room and show him what was just under that blue, shimmering dress.
“He wasn’t even lookin’ at the dress?!”
“You’re right, he was looking through to your soul to try and get you to fall in love with him.”
You looked at him so oddly.
Right. Ok.
“Seriously, don’t talk to him.”
“Harry, not that I was going to talk to him again, but don’t tell me what to do,” you deadpanned, pulling out his hold in the bathroom.
He hadn’t even been that bothered until the teasing from friends came in . . and then girls bullying him . . and then your comment just set him off.
“He was being friendly!”
“With his fuck me eyes?”
“Those are his friendly eyes,” you chuckled, cupping his face, but he stopped your wrist before you could touch him, his face turning up at your comment.
“What?”
“What?” You were confused.
Then it snowballed, Saturday he’d not spoken to you after you began saying things purposefully to piss him off ‘cause his mood had just worsened:
“Don’t fuckin’ reply to him.”
“Or what?” You grinned, smiling smugly, typing away on your phone.
You were on Facetime to Faith, telling her about the situation (not that it was much of a situation) and she was laughing silently on call to you, not wanting Harry to hear.
“Or what?” He questioned your response, turning around as if he’d heard wrong. “Or your fuckin’ bags are out in the street,” he said, slamming the microwave door harder than it needed to.
“S’alright, I know where to go–where I’ll be wanted,” you said pettily, winking at Faith as if for her to see this, but the way Harry’s eyes shot to you, you knew you’d not just hit a nerve. Even Faith was biting her fist with a smile of shock on her face, knowing how bad Ethan would take that.
He stared at you, silence deafening, and eventually shook his head, but you were just showing off in front of your friend and you’d make it up to him, he knew it was obviously a joke, obviously.
Right?
He told you to say sorry or to not get in bed, and you laughed more, asking him if he was serious.
You were offended he’d thought for one second you were being for real.
“Say you're sorry?” he repeated.
“No?”
Why would you? You had nothing to be sorry for? It was a joke?
You paid the price of it.
That Sunday afternoon rolled around after your final night of the 3-day event. You got home, Harry still quiet with you and you were kind of as irritated with him back as he still believed you owed him an apology.
He got it, because when the possessiveness kicked in: he played dirty to get it.
“—don’t stop, don’t stop!” your knees shook as his head stayed buried between your legs, lapping you up in the kitchen against the counter like it was nobody's business.
Devouring you while you struggled to try and not cum so fast, his actions were rough and messy but so insanely hot.
He built up an orgasm in minutes, you didn’t know if the wetness dripping down your leg was from him or you. “Fuck—uh! Keep going!” You cried, his hair tickling your thighs.
But then in the middle of sucking your sensitive clit, stars in your vision, you felt emptiness, bare, you felt the air on your skin as he pulled away, leaning back on his knees, he got up on his feet, chin still glistening.
He stepped past you, wiping his face, he almost bumped your shoulder, “you know where to go. You know where you’re wanted.”
You remembered almost crying. Looking at him like he was some psychopath.
He definitely wasn’t getting a fucking sorry now.
“He did it better than you anyway,” you rattled off, making it up on the spot.
Harry twirled at that.
He nearly smiled.
It was a lie, but the nerve of you to say it — oh you were brave.
“—he wasn’t better than you, no-one’s – no-one’s better than you!”
You took the pounding, head forced roughly against your kitchen table by the roots of your hair, your cheek flat against the surface, “‘m sorry!” you muffled, “sorry! sorry! I’m sorry!—” eyes rolling in the back of your head with spit sliding down the side of your lips, you were convinced this was the best sex you’d ever have.
He was ramming into you like he could fuck the attitude out of you. Each thrust sent shocks of sharp satisfaction to your stomach, a smack to your ass, straight to your core.
Harry found it the hottest thing ever. The minute you’d said it once, he was happy – to say it again and again each time he hit your g-spot, he was gonna release the biggest load all over you ‘til it was dripping down your legs. He didn’t want to hear you stop saying sorry.
TEETH
There were other times which were just as memorable, whether the time you’d thought he was going bite your nipple like you’d said on the Saving Grace podcast:
“Fuck! . . MM—FUCK!”
Cowgirl.
A long weekend apart.
He fucked you like it’d been weeks.
You could just remember how intensely your orgasm was building, that coil close to snapping, you couldn’t move any faster.
Harry’s big hands held your back, his hips bucking up into you, his hot mouth ran over your bouncing tits as he looked up at you, licking your nipple, and the other, covering them with his saliva. You moaned at the sensation, the way he took them in his mouth. Your head threw back, hair falling over your shoulder, his finger pressed deeper into your shiny skin. You were close. Your arm hung around his neck trying to stay up, your body exhausted from previous rounds, your actions getting sloppy.
Harry but your nipple, the action grabbing your attention and spiking your courage up. You looked at him with furrowed brows, mouth still whimpering moans out, movements quickening again. He looked at you dead in the eye, teeth biting down harder, you didn’t break contact as your moans became ones mixed with both pain and pleasure, blurring well together, you didn’t know what your whines were from. Your heart rate picked up as your hips bucked, moving ferociously to the edge, you felt it coming, voicing it to Harry, you attempted to move away from his mouth but he stayed put, a shriek leaving you as the pain built into your orgasm, blending in with the thrill, it was like he bit harder the closer you got.
You screamed as you came, spasming your hips as you drenched his thighs, he let go with a somewhat slap to the face to break him out of his frenzy. It was probably one of the best orgasms you had, but Jesus Christ, were you scared for a sec.
DRENCHED
Or when you’d unmeaningly confessed your familiarity with squirting . . like now, and how it played a huge factor in Harry’s redundancy for sex:
“–so fucking messy,” he screwed his nose up at your instigation.
“I can’t help it,” you defended, screwing your face up at him.
What guy got annoyed at his girl for being able to make her squirt? You always cleaned it anyway.
You looked at him, leaning on his chest, fingers drawing shapes on it, mentally pleading him.
His nonchalance was the sexiest thing about him. “. . only you can do that to me,” you played on it, finger brushing against his bottom lip.
He looked at you flat faced.
Who was he to deny his girl?
But he did: he hated the squirting.
You came everywhere. Sometimes he liked it but it was such an inconvenience. From his fingers alone, you drenched your bed, the floor - wherever you did it. His face always looked a little pestered during and after, but glancing up at you, cheeks red and breathing heavy after the desired intensity — he broke, smiling, seeing his girl look guilty every time with her innocent expression.
He’d lean in for a kiss, hiding the prideful smile on his face, hands already nearing again.
REUNION SEX
But the best was always reunion sex. I missed you sex. You and Harry hardly spent a lot of time away from each other, not even a month at the most, that is however, excluding when you broke up.
That first time together after almost two years apart, knowing what it was like with other people, realising how rare your bond was — it was like heroin. You could never part from it again.
You could feel the love being shared. The unspoken ‘i missed you.’
It was hard to kiss, you were smiling so hard, wrapped up in his warmth, engulfed by his scent, your heart was happy at the feel of his hands all over you where they belonged. His hold was tight, his movements fast and his strength – the size of him — he was no longer that ignorant and immature boy, this was a man.
Well, still your immature man at times.
You squealed when he picked you up, wrapping your bare legs around his waist, he smiled at that old familiar sound.
You didn’t want to stop kissing him.
Your head spun at moments that felt like deja vu, you remembered sitting on top his hips, giggling nervously completely naked, his own chuckles of laughter leaving him as he lay with his arm over his eyes, both your stomachs nervous with butterflies for some odd reason.
And then you remembered the memory of your first time together, and the nervous giggles, and how you said you didn’t think you could fit all of him in there.
A low groan pulled off Harry’s lips at the feel of your tight walls sucking him in, he couldn’t explain how it made him feel, that this was you, he was with you, he got to do this again. No one else compared.
“Keep going.”
“It’s not all in?!”
Your head snapped to him in shock.
Your hands were shaking on his broad chest, trying to hold up your weight, your eyes wide. You felt pretty fucking full as you were, you must have interpreted him wrong. “No!” He sniggered, keeping a hand on your hip, “nearly.”
Harry was laughing at your facial expression as if you weren’t buying it and turning your face up at the accusation, but . . it had been a long time and . . you’d seen other people and . . settled for less.
Clearly.
The feeling once you took him whole was the most overwhelming ever, the sparks of pleasure shooting around you both, tingles running from your toes to your chest, wrapping all around you. Harry’s palms found his eyes, feeling it was a dream while you slowly began to find a steady flow, grinding your hips seductively slow, twisting round and round, your body fell into a smooth rhythm; rocking your hips, you threw your head back in bliss, hair falling behind your back, you moved your arms behind you on either side, angling yourself enough to feel his thickness stretch to that certain spot.
You controlled the whole lower half of your body, practically just using Harry as he lay there with his hand wandering all over: your hips, thighs, ass, tits — it was the way he liked it -he liked to do the work too, but getting to watch you do it was better.
Watching you made him want to take over, like a flip of possessiveness when he understood how lucky he was to have you: you were fucking celestial, not meant for this world. Nobody on this earth deserved you, let alone deserve to see you in the sacred sight he was seeing right now, it was scarce and undeserving.
He wanted to rail the fucking shit out of you so you’d want no one else.
But he knew you’d never want that anyway.
He was yours and you were his.
No one made him feel like this, and no one made you feel like he did. You both made sure of it.
You were made for each other.
Therefore — every time was your favourite time.
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cozy mornings w bog and baby bog
button nose, harry lewis.
summary: harry lets you have a lie in (somewhat) whilst he tends to your little one in the morning
warnings: literally just fluff overload.
notes: literally couldn't come up w a baby name to save my life LMFAO so this had to do 😭
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"go back to sleep, i'll take care of her," harry mumbled, with a kiss to your cheek as he got out of bed and made his way to the nursery. it had just gone past 8 in the morning, but you had a long night prior so harry took it upon himself to do the mornings that you would usually have with your little one.
too tired to argue, you hummed in response, cosying back into your duvet as harry stretched out of bed, making the short walk to the nursery. the baby monitor was still in his hand, and he seemed to have forgotten that as he raised his hand to rub his eye. "fuck's sake," he mumbled.
slowly creaking the door open, harry smiled hearing the soft coos from his baby girl, seemingly making convo with herself and also wide awake.
"hi, angel," he softly spoke, leaning over into her cot to lift her out. upon seeing her father's face, her cheeks rose as she gave him a gummy smile, kicking her feet with excitement.
once in his arms, she clung to him like he would disappear if she didn't, and harry only cuddled up to her more. "you're such an early bird," he pointed out. "definitely didn't get that from me."
she was only a few months old, and you and harry were gradually getting used to the routine of having a newborn baby. recently, you both took her to your families, both of them gushing over her and making guesses at who's personality she'd take over.
walking back to the bedroom where you lay comfortably, harry snuck back in besides you, baby still in his arms as he held her ever so close to his chest. as he brushed away some fluff from her face, her mouth seemed to latch onto his finger, his unintentional hunger test working.
luckily, harry had grabbed a pre-pumped bottle from the bottle stand before coming back to bed, and he reached over to grab it.
feeding his little one had quickly become a favourite activity of harry's. he'd always be fighting you to do it, and you never understood why. "harry, you can rest it's fine, i'll feed her." you'd say with a laugh.
"and i said it's also fine, i can feed her. or what, you don't think i can? hm?
when harry was passionate about something, it was hard for him to back down. especially when it came down to his baby girl.
her small hand held onto his as he held the bottle up for her to drink from, her eyes blinking slowly as she looked up at harry, looking all over his face.
he couldn't help the wide smile that spread on his face at the sight of her, and she mirrored it, letting go of the bottle to let out a milky babble, eliciting a similar laugh from harry.
at the sound of his voice whispering sweet nothings to her, you turned around, slowly waking up to the sight that you've grown accustomed to — harry in his father state.
it was one that you'd never grow used to, having gone from "kids aren't for me" to "she'll say my name before yours" in the space of a couple of years.
harry's eyes diverted from the tiny human in his arms to your moving body when you shifted closer to them, using an arm to prop yourself up whilst the other travelled to gently tickle her clothed foot.
placing a kiss to your forehead and repositioning your daughter so she was in a more comfortable place, harry smiled down at you lovingly.
"morning, you."
"hi," you yawned, pulling the blanket up a bit. "i could've got her, y'know."
"i know," he answered. "as much as i'd like to disturb your sleep as i always have done, i thought i'd spend some more time with her."
you laughed at him not denying his methods of disrupting your peace, albeit receiving an earful from you.
your heart could burst from the way he looked down at her, eyes full of love and happiness as a copy of his own eyes stared back at him, big and wide and crinkled at the edges from the way she smiled.
you wouldn't trade it for the world.
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#mrsw2sslays — h.lewis
SUMMARY, the nation absolutely adores you. . oh yeah, and your boyfriend too.
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Oh, well.
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Prompt: Harry and Y/n meet online, after deciding or meet up in north London, a couple weeks later they meet each other again a couple weeks later under extremely different circumstances.
Warnings: swearing,
I just got back from meeting a boy, something I didn’t usually do, but I’d been talking to Harry as I met him online for a while now and we just met up.
Harry was a YouTuber, part of a big YouTube group with the money and looks to get him through life like a breeze.
I had a pretty decent job too, I was a photographer who travelled around Europe to take photos of models and scenery which got me a decent amount of money, so having a gorgeously decorated 2 bedroom apartment in London was perfect for me.
I streamed on twitch sometimes and had a small audience which I mainly did for fun.
I grin as I lock my door as squeal as that was one of my first ‘dates’ in years.
I smile and flop down on my bed.
A couple hours later as I’m cleaning my house I get a call from my younger brother, Tommy who was seventeen, eight years younger than me.
“Hello?” I say as my music turns off in my AirPods replaced by the phone call.
“Y/n! I- dad has a new girlfriend!” He announces with obvious pride in his voice.
“And how do you know that?” I respond as I keep washing up.
“Right- he’s been on his phone a lot more than normal, he’s been leaving around 9-11 every Thursday and he left in a suit today, he came back at 11 and there was lipstick on his collar, and he’s just been happier.” He says in a nonchalant tone.
Our mother died years ago- seven to be exact.
“Right- okay- sure Tommy, let him tell us in his own time- don’t push him.” I say as I start washing my hands.
“Yeah- right, bye n/n.” He says as the line cuts dead.
A couple weeks later, where me and Harry are getting more serious with more dates (and a couple make out sessions) my dad invites me other for dinner hesitantly saying he has a girlfriend- confirming Tommys suspicions.
As I arrive to the other side of London and see my dad and brother they both hug me as my dad clears his throat: “y/n- I as I’ve said in our group thingy- I have a- I’m seeing another woman, I have been for around 6 months now.. and- she’s coming round, Y/n, she has a son your age, a daughter two years younger and another son who isn’t coming- so look presentable- please.” He finishes with a clap of his hands and a pointed look in Tommy’s direction.
He scoffs and goes upstairs.
Today I was wearing a dark green button up crop top, black cargos, a belt, some jewellery, basic makeup and had my long black hair down.
Man hour later, when my dad was almost finished with making the spaghetti bolognaise there’s a knock at that door which Tommy runs to answer.
A couple seconds later, an older woman, who was pretty for her age walks in, followed by a young girl- early twenties and a boy- he looks up and as we lock eyes my jaw drops, his eyes widen and I gulp.
Harry.
What the fuck?
My face heats up as I fake a smile and introduce myself to them.
I get to Harry and shake his hand, which lingers for a bit too long as we look into each others eyes.
“I’m- Y/n..” I say to him and he nods.
“I’m, uh, Harry.” He says back.
We sit at that table with him directly opposite me, my dad to my left.
Around ten minutes later, when I’m just spinning my spaghetti on a fork my dad taps my shoulder.
“Why don’t you get to know Harry? You’re the same age-“ he starts but I cut in. “Dad were not twel-“ he cuts me off. “No! I insist! Go show him around the area! Let me talk to Tricia- Rosie is with Tom- go!” He says and shoos us off.
I frown as I bend down to tie my laces, feeling Harry’s eyes on me.
I look up at him and stand back up, leaving the house.
“This is- awkward.” He says as we get a little away from my house.
I nod and scratch my head.
“What now? Do- we.. keep.. seeing-“ he stops me.
“Only if you want to- I don’t want any tension- between us- or our parents.” He says.
I look up at him and smile.
“I- like you.. a lot I- don’t want to stop seeing you..” I say hesitantly as he smiles.
“I like you a lot too.. I want us to keep being a thing.. but- uhm- I don’t think we can- tell our parents..” he says and I nod.
I smile and take his hand.
We hold hands as we walk.
I lean closer to him as we walk around the area in silence.
When we arrived back we let go of each others hands and sit on the main sofa, Rosie and Tommy were in his room playing Minecraft and our parents were laughing over wine in the kitchen.
I smile at Harry.
“It’s like my friends when we were little- I think you’re going to be staying tonight.” I giggle slightly.
He laughs back.
“I can say I’m going home- so can you- we can still.. stay together.” He suggests with a smile.
After we left, we got McDonald’s and made out in the parking lot while laughing.
Sneaking around our parents won’t be as easy.
A/n: I like this one!
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