#harrylewis

Accidental Confessions ?

Arthur TV X fem.reader

WHO KNEW A CHRIS MD VIDEO COULD TURN 2 FRIENDS INTO SOMETHING MORE .........................

The camera was already rolling by the time you arrived.

"She's late!" Chris MD announced dramatically as you jogged across the football pitch, coffee in one hand and your phone in the other.

"I am literally three minutes late," you laughed, hugging Chris before greeting everyone else. "Good morning to you too."

The group was made up of the usual UK YouTube crowd—Chris, Harry, George Clarkey, Theo, Arthur TV, and a few others. It wasn't unusual for you to appear in their videos anymore. After years of making your own content, you'd naturally become part of the friendship group.

Arthur was one of the first people you'd met in the scene.

From the outside, everyone assumed the two of you were dating already.

You weren't.

You'd just been inseparable for years.

"About time," Arthur teased, stealing your coffee before taking a sip.

"You are unbelievable."

"You still like me."

"I tolerate you."

He grinned. "That's basically love."

Chris clapped loudly. "Save the flirting. We've got football to play."

The morning was exactly what everyone expected.

Missed penalties.

Terrible commentary.

Harry somehow ending up on the floor every five minutes.

Arthur celebrating every successful pass as if he'd won the Champions League.

Every time your team scored, Arthur was the first one running over, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

"Assist of the century!" he yelled after you'd accidentally set him up for a goal.

"It was a misplaced pass."

"It was intentional."

"It really wasn't."

"It absolutely was."

The cameras caught every second.

During one of the breaks, everyone gathered near the benches while Chris explained the next challenge.

You were chatting with George when someone from another pitch wandered over.

He'd clearly recognised the filming.

"You lot are YouTubers, right?" he asked.

Chris nodded politely.

The guy's eyes landed on you.

"Oh yeah, I've seen her."

You smiled awkwardly.

Then he shrugged.

"Don't really get why she's here though. She's just here because she's fit."

The conversation went silent.

Your smile disappeared instantly.

You'd heard comments like that before.

That you hadn't earned your place.

That you were only included because you were a girl.

Usually, you rolled your eyes and ignored it.

Before you could even think of replying—

"What?"

Arthur's voice cut straight through the silence.

The guy looked at him.

Arthur stepped forward.

Arthur repeated, "what did you just say?"

The easy-going smile he'd worn all morning had completely vanished.

The stranger laughed nervously.

"It was just a joke."

"No, it wasn't."

Arthur folded his arms.

"She works just as hard as every single person here."

Nobody spoke.

Arthur didn't stop.

"She spends hours editing, filming and putting videos together. She's one of the funniest people in this group, and she's one of my closest mates."

His voice stayed calm.

Which somehow made it even more intimidating.

"So don't reduce everything she's done to how she looks."

The stranger mumbled an apology before quickly walking away.

Silence lingered.

Harry quietly muttered, "Bloody hell."

Theo nodded.

"Fair play."

You stared at Arthur.

"You... didn't have to do that."

He looked confused.

"Yeah, I did."

"No—"

"Y/N."

His expression softened.

"I hate hearing people talk about you like that."

Your chest tightened.

Chris awkwardly clapped his hands together.

"Right... football?"

Everyone immediately agreed, sensing the moment needed space.

The rest of filming carried on normally.

Well...

As normal as it could.

But every now and then you'd catch Arthur glancing over to check you were okay.

It made your stomach do something very unfamiliar.

Filming finally wrapped just before sunset.

Chris thanked everyone while cameras packed away.

People slowly headed towards their cars.

You found Arthur sitting on one of the benches, scrolling through his phone.

"You disappeared."

He looked up.

"Oh... just needed five minutes."

You sat beside him.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

Finally you nudged his shoulder.

"Thanks."

"You already thanked me."

"I'm thanking you properly."

He smiled faintly.

"I just... got annoyed."

"I noticed."

"I know you can stand up for yourself."

"I can."

"But I didn't want you to have to."

Your heart skipped.

"You've had people saying stuff like that for years."

He sighed.

"And I've always hated it."

You looked at him.

"Why?"

Arthur laughed quietly.

"Seriously?"

You nodded.

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Because seeing someone talk about you like that makes me irrationally angry."

He hesitated.

"Because I care about you."

"You've always cared."

"I know."

Another pause.

Then—

"I think I've cared for a while now."

Your breath caught.

Arthur looked absolutely terrified.

"I wasn't planning on saying that."

You couldn't help smiling.

"I can tell."

"I've completely ruined the friendship, haven't I?"

You laughed.

"No."

"No?"

You shook your head.

"I've liked you for ages."

His eyes widened.

"...You're joking."

"I'm not."

"You've actually liked me?"

"Arthur."

"I thought I had absolutely no chance."

"You steal my coffee every time we meet."

"I thought it was flirting."

"It was."

His brain visibly stopped working.

"You flirt back."

"I know."

"And we've both just..."

"...completely missed it?"

You both burst out laughing.

Arthur covered his face.

"We're idiots."

"The biggest."

He looked at you again.

"So..."

"So?"

"Can I finally take you on an actual date?"

You pretended to think.

"Hmm..."

Arthur groaned dramatically.

"I don't know..."

"Y/N."

"...Only if you buy your own coffee this time."

He laughed before gently taking your hand.

"Deal."

Without thinking, he leaned in.

You met him halfway.

The kiss was soft, warm, and somehow felt years overdue.

When you finally pulled apart, Arthur rested his forehead against yours.

"Took us long enough."

You smiled.

"Just a little."

From somewhere across the car park, Chris shouted,

"I KNEW IT!"

Moments later Harry, Theo and George erupted into cheers.

You both turned to see the entire group watching from behind Chris's car, phones already out.

Arthur sighed dramatically.

"They've definitely been spying."

"Oh, definitely."

Chris pointed triumphantly.

"I've had a tenner on you two getting together since last summer!"

Arthur laughed, keeping hold of your hand anyway.

"Worth every penny."

And for the first time, walking back towards the rest of the group, you weren't just Arthur TV's best friend anymore.

MASTERLIST :

requests will always be open

ANY SMUT WILL ALWAYS BE WITH WARNING

🧸G.CLARKE

Drunk Love ~ George Clarke

Pub Golf Lovin' ~ George Clarke

🧸H.LEWIS

Glad I met you ~ Harry Lewis

Sidemen Barbecue ~ Harry Lewis

🧸W.LENNEY

Filming ~ Will Lenney

🧸H.BAINES

nothing here yet

🧸A.BUTTLE

Caught in 4k ~ Alfie Buttle

🧸A.FREDRICK

Pub Golf Lovin'

George Clarkey x Reader

First Post, kinda nervous 😓 🙉 praying everyone likes it... feel free to give me requests, I am more than happy to write them. Hope you enjoy !!!

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You never expected your life to intertwine with someone like Harry Lewis. To you, he was just a voice behind a screen at first—loud, sarcastic, and endlessly entertaining. Someone you watched on late nights when sleep wouldn’t come easy. But somehow, through a mix of chance, mutual friends, and a bit of fate, he became someone sitting across from you in real life.

It started small.

A group hangout. Nothing special. You almost didn’t go.

Harry had been quieter than you expected that night. Not the chaotic energy you’d seen in videos, but something more grounded. Observant. He’d made a few jokes, sure, but mostly he’d been watching—taking people in, choosing when to speak instead of filling every silence.

You didn’t talk much at first. Just a few passing comments, a shared laugh over something stupid. But when you did properly speak, it felt… easy.

“Wait,” he said at one point, leaning forward slightly, “you actually think that film was good?”

You shrugged, smiling. “It wasn’t bad.”

“It was terrible,” he replied, but there was no bite to it—just playful disbelief.

“Your taste is just questionable.”

He laughed then, properly this time. “Alright, we’re arguing about this another time.”

And somehow, you did.

---

The second time you met, it wasn’t a group thing. Not exactly.

You’d been invited out again, but most people cancelled last minute. It ended up just being you and him.

“Guess you’re stuck with me,” Harry said, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets as you stood outside the café.

“Tragic,” you replied, trying not to smile too much.

But it wasn’t tragic. Not even close.

You talked for hours.

About everything—YouTube, yes, but also things you didn’t expect. Music. Childhood memories. The weird pressure of growing up in completely different worlds. He told you about how strange it was having millions of people feel like they knew him.

“It’s weird,” he admitted, stirring his drink absentmindedly. “Like… they know a version of me. Just not all of it.”

You nodded. “That sounds exhausting.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Sometimes it is.”

There was a pause. Not awkward—just real.

“And you?” he asked. “What’s your thing?”

You hesitated, not used to being the one asked. But something about the way he looked at you—genuinely interested—made it easier.

So you told him.

And he listened.

---

After that, it became a pattern.

Late-night messages.

Random memes.

“Are you awake?” texts that turned into conversations lasting until 3 a.m.

You started noticing the little things.

How he’d send you things that reminded him of you.

How he’d check in, even when he was busy.

How he’d call you out when you were overthinking—but gently, like he understood.

And then there were the moments in person.

Like the night you both ended up on a rooftop during another gathering, escaping the noise below. The city stretched out around you, lights flickering like stars that had fallen to earth.

“It’s quieter up here,” you said.

“Yeah,” Harry replied, leaning on the railing. “Better, innit?”

You nodded.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

Then, “You’re different, you know,” he said suddenly.

You glanced at him. “Different how?”

He shrugged, but didn’t look away this time. “You don’t treat me like… all this.” He gestured vaguely, as if referring to everything—his career, his online presence, the noise of it all.

“I mean,” you said softly, “you’re still just you.”

He let out a small laugh. “Mad concept.”

“I know. Revolutionary.”

That made him smile—one of those rare, genuine ones that didn’t feel like it was meant for anyone else but the moment.

---

It wasn’t a dramatic realization.

No sudden confession. No big, cinematic moment.

Just a quiet understanding that somewhere along the way, he’d become important to you.

And maybe—just maybe—you had become important to him too.

It showed in the way he looked for you in a room.

In the way his voice softened when he said your name.

In the way silence between you never felt empty.

---

One evening, as you sat side by side on his sofa, some random video playing in the background neither of you were really watching, he nudged you slightly.

“You ever think about how weird this is?” he asked.

“What?”

“This,” he said, gesturing between you. “Us.”

You tilted your head. “Weird good or weird bad?”

He thought for a moment.

“Weird good,” he decided. “Definitely weird good.”

You smiled. “Yeah. I’d agree with that.”

Another pause.

Then, quieter this time, “I’m glad I met you.”

You looked at him, really looked at him.

“Me too, Harry.”

Once I've said that, how dare you do that to my heart and my emotions? What have I ever done to you to hurt me this way? Did you really need to do that?

It was brilliant in the sense that it hurt, but because it was good, even though it was sad 💖

Hope you’re all well and slaying!!