Feeling slightly giddy about my little day out I finally board my train back up to Manchester. While enduring my long journey back I unfortunately am stuck with the thought of Mr attractive suit and tie Harry on my silly little mind. It literally happened for the video Maddie, he just put his number in there to be polite. He hugged you because he's a friendly guy. He's like a millionaire for gods sake why would he be flirting with me. I have to stop thinking people fancy me when they show me the smallest bit of attention, but the inviting look in his eyes when he put his number in my phone feeds my delusion even more and tells me something different, causing me to smile at my own thoughts.
I sigh heavily and pull up Instagram, swipe onto the search bar and begin to type his name. What? Don't act like you don't do this too, there is nothing wrong with a little light stalking, pft I doubt this is even classed as stalking, it's more general research.
harry|
Harry... I thought to myself. Harry what? What's his second name? I tried a different approach next.
harry sidemen|
Still fucking nothing. Does this boy have a private account or something? Final try before I retire my stalking skills.
sidemen|
Result. The profile is public, I find myself scrolling through the posts, mainly promotions of videos and some pictures from previous ones. I then find a photo of Ethan and Harry with the caption 'two bros chilling in a hot tub, next to each other because they are in love' I laugh at the caption. My stalking skills paid off because both Harry and Ethan were tagged, however they were tagged under bizarre names - Behzinga and Wroetoshaw. Wroetoshaw being Harry.
"Fuck it" I whisper as I click on his profile. Oh wow he has a lot of followers, I mean I knew he was famous but shit, 5 Million? That's a fucking lot. He doesn't have many posts on his account considering he's got five million people who would want to see them. Just a few of his face close up doing that giddy little smile he gave me when delivering his failed tinder line, one with a cute dog and him promoting some of his own videos. There weren't many. Bit of a bust I thought to myself, I've got 2 more hours on this train and i've finished my evening entertainment.
By this point i'm scrolling endlessly on tiktok, 1 hour and 12 minutes left to go. I'm watching one of the girls from the Sidemen video do a story time on what it's like to film with them, I can do one of those I began thinking. Content is content right, just like harry's number in my phone is content, I can use an unreleased sidemen video for mine.
The countdown starts 3... 2... 1... GO!
"Oh my god guys, I have had such a fun day I just have to talk about like right now" I begin to ramble "no no before you guys comment it, I did not black out on Canal Street again, I was filming with the FUCKING sidemen". I exclaimed maybe a little too loud for the 8pm train back to Manchester. "And not to brag girlies, but I did infact get Harry's number" I wink causing myself to laugh at my own second hand embarrassment. "Anyways if you guys wanna know what it's really like to film with the sidemen AND get the hottest members number like the video and comment and i'll give you all a little story time when i'm back home" I smiled and ended the video. I talk with such ease, without a care in the world on my own platform. It's mainly because it's small enough that nobody will ever find it, nobody that would take the piss out of it at least anyways. I mean none of the sidemen let alone Harry are finding that video so it surely doesn't really matter what I say.
40 minutes later my train finally pulls into the station allowing me to jump out my own thoughts and into an uber home. By no means is my house worth a million quid or a penthouse in london, it's a townhouse shithole in salford. BUT it is MY house (that I share with my mum and brother) and that's what matters. I unlock the door and can hear my brother Morgan filming one of his stupid tiktok videos, "i've got the manager by the scruff of the neck... GIMMIE MY FUCKIN CHIPS" he shouts. I say stupid, I think he's got more followers than me now maybe I should be using him for a bit of clout.
"Hey Morgan i'm home" I shout up as I walk past his door "Hi Mads how was the sidemen thing" he scurried into my room for a chat "It went good I think, I can't wait for you to see it" I smiled and paused "I even got Harry's numberrrrr" I bragged a little bit "Fuck off Mad no you didn't, prove it, send me it, no you didn't" "I did so, why would I send it to you anyways, what's your business with Harry" I said a bit puzzled "He's literally in the sidemen why wouldn't I want his number, just because you didn't know who they were doesn't mean the rest of the fucking human population don't" he said very matter of factly "Okay, maybe once I've texted him you can have it" I teased again "Fuck you Maddie, text him now then if your brave" "Okay big man I will, now get lost" after that Morgan laughed at me and left, and I was now left with my own thoughts again, most of them being about how I text Harry.
I click on his number and just draw a complete blank... what do I even say?
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I guess the first few parts are always a bit slow pls stick with me tho it will get better, I can't just jump straight into all the good bits when they just met 😭 pls let me know if you want me to keep this up tho xoxo THIS IS ALSO NOT PROOF READ OR EDITED SORRY luv u
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Swiping Right | Harry Lewis (W2S)
Fanfiction"QUIET ON SET PLEASE" Everything came to a hush, I wasn't up first so I could relax, not that I needed to be nervous anyways right? It's a job Maddie, but it's a SIDEMEN job, then again it's hardly serious it's literally called 'tinder in real life'...
