summary: You’re visiting Harry while he hosts hide and seek at his house, he tells the guys not to bother you… but do they ever listen? | Harry x fem!reader
notes: fluffmas day 22! only 3 left :( based on this request! Hope this lifts ur spirits on a monday happy reading <3333
Harry tells them very clearly. “Don’t go in the living room.”
He says it before filming starts, while everyone’s milling about and Ethan’s already trying to wind him up. He says it again when cameras are rolling, and people are scouting out hiding spots.
“She’s knackered, she’s travelled, she’s not part of the video,” Harry insists, pointing vaguely down the hall. “Leave her alone.”
Naturally, that means the living room becomes the most attractive hiding spot in the house.
You’re curled up on the sofa with one of Harry’s hoodies on – the soft grey one that smells like him – legs tucked underneath you, phone in hand, only half watching whatever’s on the telly. You can hear the chaos echoing through the house: drawers slamming, whispered arguments, Ethan laughing too loudly.
You smile to yourself.
You haven’t seen Harry properly in weeks. Long-distance does that thing where it makes the mundane feel precious – sitting on his sofa, wearing his clothes, existing in the same space without a screen between you.
The door creaks open.
“Shh, shh, shh.”
You look up just in time to see Simon, Ethan, and Tobi practically falling into the room, eyes wide and panicked.
“What are you-” you start.
Ethan presses a finger to his lips. “Hide and seek.”
Simon grins. “We’ll be quiet.”
They absolutely will not be quiet.
Before you can argue, they scatter – Simon crouches behind the armchair, Tobi squeezes himself awkwardly behind the curtains, and Ethan… Just lies flat on the floor behind the sofa like that’s a normal decision.
You blink. “Harry said-”
“We know,” Simon whispers. “But we haven’t seen you in ages.”
As if summoned by your conversation, footsteps approach in the hallway.
Your heart jumps anyway.
The door opens again, and Harry slips inside, closing it carefully behind him like he’s sneaking into a secret.
“Hi,” he murmurs, instantly soft, eyes lighting up when he sees you. “You alright?”
You nod, smiling. “Yeah.”
He crosses the room in three long strides, dropping down beside you without a second thought. One arm curls around your shoulders, pulling you into his side like it’s muscle memory.
He presses a kiss to your temple. Then another. Then one to your cheek.
Behind the sofa, Ethan bites his fist to stop the laughter.
“You having fun?” Harry asks quietly, thumb brushing over your arm.
“Mm”, you say. “Your mates are being loud.”
He huffs a laugh. “Tell me about it.”
Simon watches in disbelief as Harry leans in again, forehead resting against yours now, his voice dropping even softer.
“I’ve missed you,” he says.
“I know,” you reply gently. “I missed you, too.”
Harry exhales, like he’s been holding that in all day. He kisses you properly this time – slow and familiar, like he’s grounding himself.
Tobi has to look away.
Harry pulls back just enough to smile at you, nose brushing yours. “I’ll win this, you know.”
“You say that every time.”
“And I’m right every time.”
He grins, kisses you again, then finally – finally – stands up.
“I’ll come back,” he whispers, like a promise.
The door clicks shut.
The room explodes into silent hysteria.
“Oh my god,” Simon breathes. “He didn’t see us.”
“He kissed her THREE TIMES,” Ethan whispers harshly. “I’m gonna be sick.”
Tobi shakes his head. “He’s got it bad.”
Two minutes pass with you chatting and catching up with the guys, then the door opens again.
Harry slips back in like he forgot something.
He goes straight to you again.
“I forgot to ask,” he says softly, hand resting on your knee. “Do you want to get food after this?”
Simon squeezes his eyes shut.
You laugh quietly. “Yes.”
“Cool,” Harry says, relieved. He leans down, kisses you once more – quick, sweet - then pauses. “One more.”
He kisses you again.
Behind the armchair, Simon silently mouths this is ridiculous.
Harry finally straightens up, completely oblivious, and leaves the room.
The second the door shuts, Ethan sits up. “I’m telling him.”
Simon snorts. “He’ll be mortified.”
Tobi smiles fondly. “Nah. He’s in love.”
When Harry eventually bursts back into the living room later, triumphant and smug-
-and finds all three of them staring at him-
“You lot hid in here,” he realises slowly.
Simon grins. “Yeah.”
Ethan adds, “You kissed her like four times.”
Harry freezes.
Then he groans, covering his face, “You’re joking.”
You laugh, tugging his sleeve until he drops back onto the sofa beside you. He wraps an arm around you immediately, burying his face in your hair.
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please i beg u harry x reader age gap where harry is a bit insecure
OVER THE HILL ೃ࿔ HARRY LEWIS .ᐟ.ᐟ
summary: harry is about to turn thirty, and suddenly it’s like everyone around him has decided that means he’s basically ancient
content: age gap relationship, insecurity, mild angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship
a/n: this is just harry being deeply dramatic about ageing and then immediately getting shut down by josh AND reader because they have no time for his existential crises lmao
The joke starts with Ethan. Most things do.
"Right. Who wants to help me plan something absolutely humiliating for Harry's thirtieth?"
JJ immediately sits up. "I have ideas."
"I'm twenty-nine," Harry says.
"For another, what, five months?" Ethan says. "You're basically thirty, mate. You're on the slope."
"The slope," Harry repeats.
"Downward." Ethan makes a gesture that clearly represents a long decline into nothing. "Over the hill. Out of your prime. You're not going to be the baby anymore, H. What are you going to do with yourself?"
"I'm going to put you through the wall," Harry says pleasantly.
The thing is, it's not about the number.
He’s never cared about getting older. Or at least that’s what he tells himself. He watched the others turn thirty, watched them treat it like a funeral, and thought: that's not going to be me. He is not someone who does that. He is fine. He has always been fine.
The number is fine.
It's more... it's more that you're twenty-four.
It's more that twenty-four means something he's already moved past. The uncertainty. When everything still felt possible.
He remembers twenty-four. He was posting from his and the Cals flat, uploading videos at 2 am, not sure what any of it was going to be.
You're in that. You're in that age right now,and he's watching you from the outside of it like someone looking through glass.
He's already done things you haven't. He's been to places, made mistakes you don't know yet. He has six years of getting it wrong and figuring it out that sit between you like sediment, and sometimes he looks at you tucked into his side, making plans for things that are still ahead of you, and he thinks: She's going to want someone who's still in it with her.
Not someone with knees that crack on the stairs.
Not someone who remembers a version of the internet she was too young for.
Not someone who's already done his stupid years.
He doesn't say any of this, though. He's Harry. W2S incarnate. That's not him. Those insecure thoughts. And so he says nothing, and he makes a joke about Ethan's mom, and he pushes those feelings away.
Until Josh finds him in the car park.
It's much later now, and the afternoon has gone soft and slow. Most people have gone home, and Harry's leaning against the wall by the back exit, staring off into space.
He doesn't hear Josh until he's already next to him, and even then, Josh doesn't say anything straight away. Just sits down beside him, close enough that their shoulders are almost touching.
"You've been weird today," Josh says eventually.
"I'm always weird."
"Different weird." He pauses. "Since what Ethan said earlier."
Harry's jaw moves. "It's nothing. Ethan's a div."
"Yeah, he is," Josh agrees, easily. "But it got into your head."
Harry doesn't answer. That's an answer enough. They sit there for a moment, and somewhere across the car park a door bangs shut.
Josh finally turns to look at him. "The thirty thing, or the other thing?"
Harry looks up, his brows furrowed. How did he know?
"I pay attention," Josh says, like an apology almost.
There's a long pause. Harry's mouth does several things without committing to any of them.
"She's twenty-four," he says finally.
"Yeah."
"She's..." He stops and exhales through his nose. "She's got all of it still ahead of her, Josh, like… everything. And I've done all of it. I'm not... I'm not going to be figuring anything out alongside her, am I? I've already figured it out. She's going to want someone in it with her."
Josh is quiet for a moment.
"You think she doesn't know that?" he says.
Harry frowns. "What?"
"She's twenty-four," Josh says. "Not twelve. She knows how old you are, H. She knows you've already done things. And she’s still here." He says it like it's obvious. Like, Harry has somehow missed the most basic part.
Harry stares at his feet.
"You’ve seen the way she looks at you. Don’t act like you haven’t," Josh says, quieter now. "I have eyes. The boys have eyes. It's very obvious, honestly. It's a bit much."
Harry makes a noise that might be a laugh.
"Thirty's not over the hill," Josh says. "And even if it was, she'd be right there with you. That's the point." He squeezes Harry's shoulder once, firmly, and leaves.
Harry stands in the car park for another moment.
He doesn't figure anything out by the time he gets home. That's fine. Some things take longer than a car park.
You're already there when he arrives, key on the entry table, shoes off, settled into the sofa corner with your laptop like you belong there, you do, which is still sometimes a thing that catches him sideways. A documentary is already on. He doesn't remember agreeing on a documentary.
"You eat?" he asks.
"Mhm... Had yours as well," you say, not looking up. "Sorry."
He huffs out a laugh and settles down beside you.
"You're quiet," you say after a while.
"I'm always quiet," he says.
You looked at him over the top of your screen. "You literally have not stopped making noise since I met you."
He smiled despite himself and went back to his phone, scrolling without reading anything.
You watched him for a moment, then closed the laptop.
"Harry."
"Mm."
"What's going on?"
"Nothing." He could feel you still looking at him. "I'm fine."
"Okay," you said, and the careful neutrality of it was worse somehow than if you'd pushed.
You knew him well enough by now not to force it. Which meant you also knew him well enough to know something was actually wrong.
He put his phone face down on the cushion.
"Do you ever think..." he started, then stopped.
"Do I ever think?" you repeated, brows raised in amusement.
"That like..." He stared at the television. Some kind of bioluminescent creature drifted across the screen, slow and alien-like. “Like… I dunno, that maybe you’d be better off with someone your own age?”
The silence that followed was very still.
"No," you said sternly.
"I'm not... I'm not doing the insecure boyfriend thing. I'm just." He shifted, and his knee made a noise, a small but distinctly audible crack, and he laughed once, humourless. "I'm asking. Genuinely. Because I'm gonna be thirty, yeah? And you've got... you've got years of stuff you haven't done yet. Stuff I've already done, or I'm past the point of doing, and-"
"Harry."
"I'm just saying there's gonna come a point where-"
"Harry, stop."
He did. He looked at you.
You'd turned fully to face him, one knee pulled up to your chest. Your expression wasn't pitying, which he'd been half braced for. It was something firmer than that.
"Thirty isn't over the hill," you said.
"I know that," he said, which was partially true.
"And even if it was, which it is not, and I'll fight whoever said otherwise, that doesn't have anything to do with you and me. Where is this actually coming from?" You tilted your head slightly.
He didn't say anything.
"The lads been at you?"
A pause. "Little bit." He exhaled. "And the comments. Just... you know. The usual. Wroetoshaw's getting old, past his prime, gonna be over the hill-" He did a vague, dismissive gesture with his hand, like he could wave it off. "It's stupid. I know it's stupid."
"It's not stupid if it got in your head."
"It kind of is, though."
"No," you said, simple and firm. "It's not. You've always been the youngest. That's been part of how you see yourself for years. That's a weird thing to shift."
He bit his lip. "And the age gap thing-" he started.
"Is not a problem."
"You don't know..."
"I know what I want." Your voice didn't waver. "I know it's you. And I know you're acting like turning thirty is going to make you a completely different person, and it's not, it's just going to make you the same annoying, idiotic, actually quite soft person, but with maybe slightly more creaks in the joints-"
"Oi," he said.
"-and that's fine. That's what I want. That's what I signed up for."
He was quiet for a moment. The documentary kept going in the background.
"I just don't want you to look at me in five years and think you missed out," he said, and it came out quieter than he'd intended. "Like... there's things you'll want to do that I've already-"
"Then we'll do them again," you said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "Or we'll do different things. Harry, I'm not with you because of what you have or haven't done. I'm with you because of..." You paused, and he thought you might go soft on him, say something earnest and devastating, but instead the corner of your mouth turned up. "Well. I'm still working out exactly why, frankly, given the state of you."
He laughed, properly this time, and it broke something loose in his chest.
"Cheers," he said.
"Any time."
He reached over and pulled you into him, and you went without complaint, tucking yourself against his side like it was somewhere you'd been a hundred times. He pressed his mouth briefly to the top of your head.
"Thirty's not that old," he said, after a while.
"It's really not."
"The lads are all older than me still."
"Every single one of them."
"And I've still got a better hairline than JJ...."
"Objectively." You smiled.
On the screen, the deep-sea creature had found something luminous in the dark and drifted toward it.
"My knees are gonna be even more embarrassing in another few years," he said.
"I know," you said, and you sounded completely unbothered. "I've already made peace with it."
He tightened his arm around you, and neither of you said anything else for a while.
description: the sidemen go on a 5 day long cheap vs expensive holiday but they get stuck there
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader
genre: fluff
note: hey! sorry i was on a break. but now i am back! i will post more regularly now, the requests will be opened shortly! enjoy reading this one, it’s a little short but cute!!
saying harry is grumpy right now would be an understatement. he left home 8 days ago to film a ‘cheap vs expensive holiday’ for 5 days. he was already upset about being away for 5 days but add the extra 3 days on top and it’s hell for him.
they got the notification that due to a snow storm they were stuck in the town and won’t be able to leave. luckily the cheap team was nearby and could join the expensive team, not so luckily everyone else had their partners tag along with them…everyone but harry.
when josh planned the trip, he knew it was a little too long so he asked everybody’s partners and family to join them, all of them immediately said yes but you had a really important work meeting that week so you weren’t able to go.
“you sure you can’t come.” harry whined packing his luggage for the trip. “everyone else is coming, i will be all alone.” he gave you his best puppy dog eyes.
“you won’t be alone, there’ll be like twice the amount of people than usually.” you joked.
“no, you know what i mean.” he said trying his hardest to convince you.
“it’s just five days, harry.” you chuckled. “you’ll be fine. and it would be nice to have a few days away from me.”
“five days! baby, do you know how long that is?! five days is really long, i am going to kill josh, i swear to god. and no i would want to stay away from you even for a ‘few’ days.” he said.
when he left in the morning, he held a minute longer then usual and kissed you extra hard as if wanting to memorise it.
and good thing he did because right now, he is staring out the window and it’s all white and snow for as far as he could see. the trees in the backyard of the villa are completely drowning in snow and the pool is frozen.
harry let’s out the nth sigh of the day. “harry, stop sulking, your bad mood is contagious.” ethan says from the couch, one of his arms is around faith and the other is holding a sleeping olive to his chest.
harry turns to glare at him. “yeah, harry, mate, it’s getting real depressing here.” simon says from his spot where him, josh, talia and freya are playing ludo.
“bog, we all are stuck here with you, come on, cheer up.” tobi says from his spot where him, jj, deji and manny are playing uno.
“you all are here with your family, and i have no one.” harry says, his voice little and tired.
“you have us, harry.” josh says, smiling at him.
“i don’t care about you guys, i want my wife!” he says, like a child throwing tantrum.
the room chuckles a little, “you don’t care for us? wow, mate, i am offended.” jj says, feigning hurt.
“no, you don’t understand! you have your family with you, i don’t! if we are stuck here forever, you will die beside your family, i won’t have y/n.” harry basically whines before sinking down on the floor.
“bog, we won’t be here forever, the snow will clear in a day or two and then you will see her.” ethan explains, his voice hinting some care but still teasing harry. “why don’t you call her?”
“‘why don’t you call her?’” harry mocks him, “there is no fucking network here mate.” the room laughs, “yeah yeah, laugh at my misery.”
suddenly, “hey, y/n.” faith says into her phone from her spot. “how are you?” every eye turns towards her. before she can say anything else, harry gets up from his spot and snatches her phone out of her hands. “hey!” she exclaims but he completely ignores her.
“hey, baby.” he says, his voice far softer than before, melting your heart instantly.
“hi, haz.” you say, “what’s up?”
“y/n, fuck, i miss you.” he says, walking away from others and going to the bedroom.
“aww i miss you too harry.” you say, your smile can be heard through your voice.
“no, this isn’t cute, y/n. i have been literally useless.” he whines. “i haven’t slept or eaten properly. i haven’t showered at all. and to make it worse, everyone has their family here and i am all alone.”
“harry, come on, you have to eat and sleep properly, you promised you’d take care of yourself. please, also take a shower, you don’t want all of them to faint smelling your sweaty body.” you say and he laughs. “and harry, they love you and they care about you, the fact that you are there with them makes me worry less.”
“yeah?” he asks.
“yes, haz, how about you take a shower and facetime me later?” you tell him.
“yeah, give me 15, i love you.” he says before hanging up.
harry takes a hot shower before making himself a sandwich. he quickly grabs his laptop and food and makes his way to the common area where everyone else is. everyone gathers around him as he facetimes you.
“hey, guys!” you say as soon as the facetime connects. a number of different greetings are said to you.
“omg, y/n, finally we could connect to you. harry was getting real annoying to be around.” freya complains.
“yeah, he was sulking the entire time, he refused to eat and sleep, he was literally moving like a zombie. he was also really rude. he is like a lovesick puppy who is only nice to one person.” talia adds.
you blush furiously, not knowing what to say, “i am so sorry.” you say instead.
“no no no, why are you sorry? she isn’t sorry, she takes that back. it’s not her fault i am being ‘annoying’. you know what, i am not even being annoying, i just miss my wife.” he says and the room erupts in “aww”s. the conversation flows and you guys talk till the sunsets.
“goodnight, guys!” you say. “hopefully, i’ll see you lot soon. i love you, harry.” you say before hanging up.
2 days later, they are finally able to come back home as the snow clears, you and vik wait to pick them up from the airport. vik had to cancel last minute since he wasn’t feeling great and thank god he did else he would have been stuck there with them.
you spot jj and deji first as they come out running, seeing who can run the fastest, following them is harry carrying a suitcase and his bag, looking tired. as soon as he spots you, he pushes jj and deji out of his way and runs towards you engulfing you in a bone crushing hug.
you let out a surprise gasp because of the sheer force he puts in. “hey haz.” you whisper carefully.
“i missed you.” he mumbled into your hair, smelling your hair and sighing in relief. he then leans down and kisses you with the same amount of force. it’s sweet but then you feel his beard and pull away.
“this needs to go.” you say, rubbing his beard.
“whatever you say.” he says, before pulling you into another hug.
“wow harry, didn’t expect such a warm welcome from you.” vik says dryly from beside you.
“hey, mate.” harry gives him a quick nod.
“don’t bother, vik, he don’t care anymore, he’s got his wife now.” ethan says, teasing harry.
“hey, guys.” you say, greeting everyone, harry’s arms still around you.
“my god, harry, let the girl breathe.” faith teases him.
“she can breathe just fine.” he says, tightening his grip around you.
“i don’t know how you do it? he is literally stuck to you.” simon comments, laughing at harry, making everyone else laugh.
“shut up, she loves me.” harry says, kissing your forehead. a faint blush spread across your cheek as you give others a small smile. you do love him. a lot.
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alfie buttle x reader
summary: you and a stranger are forced to live together for a week with no contact to the outside world
notes: someone help me with a team name pls
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Day One
11:45 AM
Your suitcase was heavy and way too full, the zip was threatening to re-open with every stair you climbed, the apartment building was large and full of cameras but you expected nothing less from the sidemen
Your friend Tobi had begged for you to be in their most recent video due to someone pulling out last minute, all you knew about said video was living with a stranger for a week and competing with 2 other duos to complete the most challenges successfully earning points for your team
You weren't a stranger to sidemen videos, you'd been in multiple over the years, leading to a major growth in your YouTube channel, where you posted weekly vlogs about your day to day life
"Thought you guys were meant to be loaded" you deadpanned the camera nearby as you lugged your suitcase up the stairs "cant afford a bloody lift"
You eventually reached the floor of your flat for the week, the door labelled 208 was unlocked, thankfully as you hadn't received any keys
The living room was large enough for a 3 seater cream sofa with a small coffee table placed in front and a large tv which seemed to have no remote
"You definitely skimped out on this one" you walked towards the kitchen opening the draws and cupboards to see 2 bowls, 2 plates and 2 pairs of knives and forks "definitely a second channel vid"
You continued to snoop before the letter box in the front door opened and shut with a clang dropping a single envelope on the floor, you hurried over quick to read the secret document
The front of the envelope read 'for readers eyes only' you quickly ripped it open not caring to save the envelope
"Reader, your new roomate will be arriving in 2 minutes, your first challenge is to scare them upon arrival" you laughed at the note before quickly moving to behind the front door where they would enter it was a boring place to hide but it was the first place you saw
The wait for the door to open felt way longer than it was due to the anticipation, you didn't know who to expect, you knew majority of the people in the uk YouTube scene partially due to how many sidemen videos you had appeared in
When the door opened you barely had chance to look at the figure entering before you screamed making them jump
"Fuck off" a large man said holding his hand over his heart "nearly gave me a heart attack" his voice was rough compared to yours
"Sorry" you laughed "it was my first challenge" your voice was sincere despite your laughter at his reaction "i'm reader" you held out your hand finally taking the mans apparence in
He obviously worked out regularly, he was a large man with his curly brown hair cut recently into a mullet, and a pair of coloured sunglasses covering his eyes, you wouldn't lie he was very attractive
"AB" he responded taking your hand and making a weak attempt at eye contact without blushing "have you been here long?" he questioned moving to look around the flat
"Just got here, cupboards are practically empty" you warned as he moved to the kitchen, leaving his suitcase near the front door next to yours
"It's nice though" he spoke turning back around to you "bit small for the sidemen" he laughed opening the fridge to see its empty
"That's what I was thinking" you smiled "so what kind of content do you make?" you asked wanting to get to know the man more
"Just do vlogs really" he laughed to himself
"Me too" you exclaimed "this is gonna be easy we've got so much in common already"
"Have you seen the bedrooms yet?" AB asked walking down the hallway you'd yet to discover
"No I've only had time to look around the kitchen" you confessed following him to the other side of the flat
The two of you stood outside 3 doors one labelled 'diary room' and when you opened the other two you found a bathroom and a bedroom containing a double bed
"One room" AB spoke slowly unsure of what to do in the awkward environment "one bed"
"Thats one way to break the tension" you laughed feeling slightly nervous to share a bed with the 6 foot man
~
12:15 PM
Later in the diary room you sat there in silence, looking around the room unsure what to do, AB or Alfie as he said you could call him had already done his first interview so now it was your turn
"Reader, how do you like the flat" a voice spoke making you jump a little
"It's very nice, were lacking a bit on basic necessities like food" you shifted in the chair trying to get comfortable "but overall, its nice"
"How do you like your new roommate?" the feminine robotic voice asked its tone remaining consistent
"He's great, seems like a good guy, im presuming we have 2 very different fan bases which will be interesting considering we do similar things" you truthfully looked into the camera, a smile making its way to your face
"Please return to the living room, your first challenge awaits"
~
12:25 PM
"AB and reader, this is your first official challenge together" you read from the card on the kitchen counter "you will be competing against the 2 other duos, so you need to try your best" you slid the card over to AB allowing him to read the rest
"You will be participating in the blind, deaf challenge, the blind participant must do all physical aspects of the challenge, the team who wins will receive 3 points" he read out making you laugh "please open your front door"
"Sounds like a torture method" you moved to the front door finding numerous ingredients, noise cancelling headphones and a blindfold
"I'm shit at baking" Alfie confessed holding his hands up "so i'll let you be in charge" he stepped back
"Okay, so do you wanna be blindfolded, so I can see?" you asked handing him the blindfold
"How the fuck do you tie this?" he struggled holding the black cloth around his eyes struggling to secure it on
"Lean down" you giggled moving to help the man
He complied quickly moving down to help you reach near his eyes
"You're actually tiny" Alfie told you now completely blind after you tied the back of the cloth into a knot
"Compared to you, who isn't" you organised all ingredients out onto the counter before placing your headphone on top of your head "I presume we're suppose to be making cupcakes" you assumed looking at what's in front of you
"Okay I can do that" AB hyped himself up forgetting you cant hear him "what do I do now?" he waited for your response "oh fuck, you cant hear" he laughed at himself
"So" you started talking at a volume way too loud for unprotected ears "im gonna hand you the ingredients i just need you to pour it into the bowl in front of you"
"Can do" he responded taking the first packet off you and tipping it upside down
"Great, that was really good" you praised "okay now the milk, be careful yeah" you grabbed his hand to carefully pass him the liquid, the constant contact with you made his face flush not use to this much physical touch "now the egg, can I help do you think that's allowed?" you questioned not wanting him to smash the egg everywhere
"not sure girl" alfie responded forgetting again you cant hear
"ill just guide your hand" you spoke taking his hand again and gently cracking the egg on the side of the bowl "were doing so good" you held your hand up to high five the man eventually noticing he cant see and moving his hand to hit yours "mixing time" without your guidence alfies hands plunged into the unmixed dough
"Ugh, that's a horrible feeling when you cant see it" he complained with a laugh
Eventually everything was mixed to your standards and you and Alfie had somehow managed to put the mixture into a tray and now you had to put it in the oven
"Okay move this way" you placed your hands on Alfie's waist trying to manoeuvre him around the kitchen "stop" he stopped moving in front of the oven and you lowered him till he placed it inside "done" you took your headphones off and he removed his blindfold
"That was easy" he high-fived you again "we've got this in the bag"
"I don't even know what the challenge was, fastest?" you questioned as it wasn't mentioned on the card
"We were rapid to be fair"
~
12:45 PM
The cupcakes had come out the oven perfectly, you jumped up and down in happiness
"AB please come to the diary room" the voice from above spoke and he swiftly moved to the room down the hallway whilst you moved to sit on the sofa
"The smell is making me hella hungry" you admitted to no one in particular hearing your stomach rumble
"AB how did you find the challenge?" the voice asked and AB sighed
"Gyal got a bit touchy, not that I minded she's an absolute rocket" he confessed holding his hands up jokingly
"Where do you think you've placed?"
"Easy number one" Alfie admitted "reader was great at directing i was great at listening for once, we had great teamwork"
~
1:20 PM
The two of you had to wait presumably for the other teams to finish their baking, you passed time by talking about your lives outside of social media
"What would you say is your favourite thing?" you asked looking at the man sat next to you lounging on the sofa "like ever"
"Uh" he thought about it for a minute "probably my house down in the woods, called the grotto, i love it" he smiled at you "white monster is very close second though"
"That makes sense" you told him truthfully "you seem like a wilderness guy"
"Got a gaff in London too, don't rate it as much though" he explained before asking his question "if you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?"
"I like Australia, I've always wanted to go" you answer quickly "its always hot and has sunny beaches"
"That's not a bad shout" Alfie responded before he was cut off by the voice
"Players, the results have been decided" you and Alfie both perked up "in last place with 1 point is Arthur tv and Danny Aarons" you and Alfie looked at each other with hope "in first place with 3 points is AB and reader, AB and reader combined with readers successful challenge earlier you have 4 points total"
"Oh my gosh" you exclaimed moving off the sofa to jump in celebration
"Lets fucking go"
~
3:25 PM
"I'm so hungry" you told Alfie as you leaned on the kitchen counter
"Yeah when are they actually giving us food" he took a sip from his water bottle "it must be like illegal not to right"
"Surely" you agreed "had to hand in our winning cupcakes" you laughed
~
4:05 PM
"AB and reader please open your front door" the voice told you and you quickly moved racing Alfie to the door
Obviously he reached it first the handle almost flying off the door as he pulled the door open
"Food" you exclaimed happily as AB brought a variety of foods forwards "this will last us ages" it was just the basics, nothing fancy or particularly exciting, you were just super hungry
"Could be a worse selection i guess" he deadpanned the camera "don't know how i'll survive without a monster"
~
7:55 PM
Later you and AB had both made seperate meals but ate together at the kitchen island
"I'm excited for the rest of the challenges" you told him whilst blowing on your tomato soup looking at him a few feet away
"They're gonna throw in some twists, gotta keep it entertaining" Alfie responded
"Yeah I agree" you started "we should have a team name"
"You think?" Alfie questioned with a laugh watching you take small spoonful's of your soup
"We could make a team banner and everything" your eyes glistened with the possibilities whilst AB just laughed with you "im serious, this flat is so boring, we need decorations especially if were here for a full week"
"I get you, it is a bit bleak in here" he looked to the plain walls around you trying to imagine some nice prints or paintings
~
8:30 PM
"Voice" you greeted in the diary room trying to squeeze onto the small chair with Alfie
"Is that what were calling her, voice?" he asked with a giggle
"What else would you call her?" you retorted "anyways, we would like to request lots of paper, pens, paint and a banner"
"A whole trees worth pretty please" Alfie added staring into the camera "this is the only thing we will ask for"
"Ever" you promised with uncertainty holding your pinkie out to the screen
"Your request will arrive tomorrow" the familiar robotic voice answered making you light up in excitement as you looked up towards the speaker
"This is gonna be so good" you promised Alfie finally looking back at him and watching him mog the camera "trust me"
"I'm trusting" AB moved to fix his hair in the reflection of the camera lens
~
9:00 PM
"Who are the other teams again?" you asked Alfie, you two back in the living room again, you were trying to prolong going to bed as the thought of the two of you sharing made you super nervous
"Bach and Beano" he tried to recall from what the voice said earlier in the day "tv and Danny Aarons"
"I think Arthur and Danny are the biggest threat to us" you confessed "they're probably being super serious about the competition, well Arthur anyway"
The video flashed back to the previous challenge and the absolute carnage caused by the two youtubers, screaming, shouting and the mess they ended up having to clean
"I'm the only girl" you realised "so we have to win or the sidemen hate women" you smirked into the camera making Alfie laugh
Due to the late time you had both changed into your night clothes, you had your cute satin pyjamas whilst Alfie was just in a white tank top and grey joggers, a deadly combo
"FYI I can only sleep shirtless" he confessed when your conversation flattened out making you raise your eyebrows
"Right okay" you responded "fuck I forgot there is only one bed" you looked up at him
"I can sleep here" he patted the sofa making you instantly wince, it wasn't the comfiest thing ever, his back would be ruined in the morning
"That's actual cruelty, we can just stay on opposite sides of the bed" you told him, not wanting to cause him any unnecessary pain
~
9:45 PM
"Why the flip have you only got one bed" you looked into the camera "I hope every team is getting this treatment"
"Every team is getting the same treatment" the robotic voice confirmed for you
The video moved from you to AB in the diary room
"Nah, this is bout to be bare awkward, known reader for what 10-12 hours and shes gonna see me with my mouth tape, games gone"
"You sure you don't want me on the sofa?" Alfie asked for what seemed like the thousandth time not wanting to make you uncomfortable, his shirt was long discarded but you weren't complaining
"I'm 100% sure" you confirmed moving onto the large bed "its big enough for 3 people anyway and we can do the barrier method" you giggled at your own suggestion grabbing two spare pillows and placing it in between you two
"Cant even hit a doom scroll" AB spoke the sadness apparent in his voice as he laid next to you in the bed "way too early for sleep"
"We can play a game" you suggested sitting up to look at him over the pillow "I brought monopoly in my case"
"As long as I can be the dog" he sat up, his hair at the back flattening down due to the pillow
~
11:45 PM
You were struggling to keep your eyes open as you moved his piece around the edge of the board, you were almost 2 hours in and neither of you were close to winning or losing
"Ha you owe me 150" Alfie told you leaning back on his elbows on the wooden floor, accentuating his arm muscles in the best way which your eyes immediately drifted to
"Ugh" you groaned leaning over to pass him the monopoly paper, a yawn leaving your mouth
"You tired?" his voice softened as he asked the question
"A bit" you responded passing him the dice fighting off another yawn
"We can go bed if you want?" his accent came through a bit more making you laugh and nod
User1: justice for Beano and Bach
ABvloggin: that guy with the blindfold mogs everyone
-> ArthurFrederick: thanks man
User2: reader is so cringe
-> User3: faceless profile shut up
User4: can't wait for next sunday!
DannyAarons: never thought making cupcakes was so hard
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ one of a couple charity match fics, I hope you enjoy this one!!
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ not proofread
The match was underway and Sidemen FC and Youtube Allstars were neck and neck each matching points. It’s only been about twenty minutes since the game started but it was already going so well.
You were cheering for your husband Harry, number 77. You were screaming as much as your crushing lungs allowed. You haven’t been out in public for the last couple of months so this was like your redebut into the public eye, which was a big thing (especially for being Mrs. Wroetoshaw).
Harry told everyone that you guys wanted some privacy for a while, everyone understood since he was already a very private guy.
But what people didn’t know (besides the boys and their own missus’), was that you were five months pregnant.
Five long months of hiding your growing belly under oversized clothing every time you stepped out of the house and morning sickness basically every day. Today was no different, you wore a huge sidemen fc jersey with ‘missus dinho’ and 77 on the back along with some comfy maternity pants. You wished you could've worn a cute fit like last year but you had to hide your belly.
Hide your belly until the announcement, at least.
If it was up to Harry, you guys would never reveal your pregnancy to the world but you didn’t want it to be a secret forever and he ultimately gave in, agreeing to make a formal announcement.
Harry thought, if you guys were going to announce your pregnancy to the world, you may as well do it in a big way. He wanted to announce it at the charity match. At the time of this decision, the match was still a few months away and by then you’d be able to tell the gender of the child so Harry hatched an even better idea.
With the agreement and help of the boys, he thought what’s better than one announcement? Two. He wanted to reveal the gender of the baby at the match. You thought a simple instagram post would’ve sufficed but Harry loves you and his baby so much that he wanted to make it a grand spectacle.
You had no idea what he was gonna do. He didn’t give you any information about what was gonna happen that day, just that you were going to be there on the pitch with him for it.
You love the man but you know what he’s capable of and you were a little nervous to say the least.
You were sitting with your girls aka the Sidemen missus, waiting for this ‘grand spectacle’ to happen. You were enjoying the match but in the back of your head, you were scared and quite excited. Excited because you would finally reveal your big announcement to the world but also find out the gender of said announcement.
You and Harry weren’t too focused on having a boy or a girl, all you two wanted was a happy, healthy baby. Although, that didn’t stop Harry and the boys making bets on what the gender would be. You remember listening to them ask about what sex position you conceived the child in.
You smacked Harry in the back of the head when he gave the boys all your intimate details.
“I hope you lose.” You muttered clutching your tummy.
“Hey, I’m investing for our little one’s education here. Watch me win this bet and give our little guy the best education a child can get.” He nudged your shoulder.
“Or girl.” You interjected.
“Well, I have money on a boy and if doggy style can tell us anything, then it’s that it’s gonna be a boy.” He said confidently. You shook your head, chuckling and rubbing your stomach.
“Whatever you are, hopefully, you’re smarter than your father.” You whispered to your baby.
The halftime show was about ready to start and this was the moment you were waiting for. Your nerves began acting up as if you were about to perform in front of 90,000 people.
A member of staff came to get you and you looked back at the girls with a worried glance. They all reassured you that everything would be fine and wished you luck, giving you hugs and kisses.
You followed the staff to the changing rooms where you finally met up with Harry and the other boys.
“Darling girl, come ‘ere.” Harry said immediately upon seeing you. He wrapped his arms around you, taking a moment to appreciate his life.
He's playing at Wembley with his best friends with his pregnant wife by his side about to announce it to the world.
He pressed a long kiss to the top of your head, grabbing both your hands.
“Ready my love?” He asked. You nodded, slowly. “Couldn't be anymore ready.” You responded with a shaky breath.
You two were guided out towards the pitch. Tinie Tempah was just about done with his set as you heard the announcement begin.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, today is a special day. Of course, we're here to raise money for charity and thank you to everyone who has donated or supported in some form or another. And because of your love and support for the Sidemen, there is a special announcement that one for the Sidemen wanted to share with you all.
Mr. and Mrs. Harry Lewis down there has something to tell you.”
Cheers and applause roared through the arena as all focus was on you and your husband. Harry was given the mic and began talking.
“Thank you everyone. Now as you know, we asked for some privacy for a while. Of course plenty of you had your assumptions as to why and some of you are correct.
Darling, could you show them?” Harry began, gesturing towards you.
You pulled off the large oversized jersey revealing a smaller cropped jersey that shows off your bulging belly.
The crowd was somehow louder as you made your reveal. Harry came up behind you and wrapped his hands around your stomach as the cheers continued.
You looked around at the crowd, their faces were in shock and disbelief. Some of them were crying, you looked over at your family's area seeing your parents crying with joy making you want to cry yourself.
“Hold on hold on, it's not over yet. There's something else we need to tell you.” Harry announced looking towards the entrance.
You were a little nervous about what was about to walk out.
What happened next, you would have never guessed.
Two giant inflatable babies walked out, one pink and one blue. You turned to look at Harry, he was wearing the biggest grin on his face.
“Did I do well or what?” He asked you, placing his arm around you.
“Okay, these two babies are going to fight for the gender of our child. Ready, set, go.” Harry announced. You looked at him like this is ridiculous but he was so happy with his idea you melted at his cheesy smile.
“Okay babies, I want a clean fight.” The announcer said.
The babies began fighting.
“Pink baby starts with a huge push, knocking blue baby off his feet. Blue baby bounces back, throwing a punch at pink baby. Pink baby stumbles but catches herself. Blue baby gets a running start and ooo- tackles pink baby to the ground. They're rolling back and forth, pink baby punches blue baby and oh blue baby seems to be passed out. Pink baby gets up, it looks like pink baby is the winn- wait blue baby isn't finished yet. Blue baby gets up and tackles pink baby from behind, pinning her to the ground. Pink baby is down, blue baby is counting down the seconds anddddd pink baby doesn't get up. Boys and Girls, Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems we have a winner, it's a boy!”
Cheers that seemed even louder than the last two erupted from the crowd. You felt all the tears fall from your eyes as Harry cupped your cheeks resting his forehead against yours.
“It's a boy.” You said through cries, your voice wavering. “I love you so much.” You continued.
“My darling girl, I love you and our boy so much.” He said placing a soft kiss to your lips. You looked up at him, the tears rolling down his cheeks. You chuckled through the tears as you wiped the tears off his cheeks.
“Thank you for all the support-” Harry said as he pulled away. He paused, unable to get his words out.
“Enjoy the rest of the match!” He ended it quickly, trying to get out of the public view before he completely fell apart. He placed his hand on the small of your back leading you back toward the changing rooms.
Everyone was making their way back to the pitch leaving you and Harry alone. He sat on the bench, pulling you onto his lap.
“A boy. I can't believe we're having a boy.” He said, his voice filled with happiness but wavering overcome by his emotions.
“I know, our mini wroetoshaw.” You said, running a hand through his hair.
“Would've been nice to have a mini you too.” He laughed.
“Well we can always make another one.” You giggled. He pressed his lips on yours, passionately kissing you, cupping your cheek.
“Now go win this thing.” You said as you pulled away. He placed another quick kiss on your cheek and stood up making his way back towards the pitch.
You made your way back to your seat, everyone congratulating you and cheering for you.
You looked down and saw Harry. He sent you a flying kiss, and you returned it.
Although Harry didn't win the match, he won something even better.
