Backstory: You are Ethan Behzinga's younger sister and oftentimes you follow him to various shoots that don't require much energy such as the ones that take place in a studio. Sometimes, you even join in on Sidemen Reacts content as a guest, but he tends to be protective of you knowing that the internet is cruel. Regardless, you joined him today on the More Sidemen Try Not To Laugh video. You and Harry have interacted a few times, but you try not to annoy your brother too much. The story begins when you arrive at the studio.
Y/N's POV
I'm not nervous for this shoot. I mean, I join E on so many shoots that at this point, it's second nature. I haven't quite come to terms with the fact that the internet can either love or hate you, and there's little to no in between. I mean, i'm not hated by any means. But I do see some of the troop fall in and out of public favour and it causes me a little anxiety knowing that one day, that could be me. Somehow, though, I feel a sense of immunity considering my relationship with E. I mean, Deji being JJ's brother has for the most part kept him out of harms way, right?
The studio is the same as always. I usually linger back and let E do his thing before I join in, but today I just waltz right in and plop myself down next to Vik. I love Vik like a brother, he is absolutely hilarious in these videos. I mean, he literally laughs at everything. So much so that he greets me with one right now.
"Confident today?" He muses, and I jab his side with my elbow. It only produces more laughter from him which of course is contagious, so we both laugh there until we garner strange looks from the others.
"In my ability to kick your ass at this game or my walking in here?" I ask, knowing the answer anyway so I give little pause before responding to my own question. "Nah, i'm just tired of waiting behind Ethan, you know? I love him, but I can't hang back anymore." I say with a glimmer of sarcasm behind my voice to show it's all in good heart. Still, Vik frowns slightly before deciding to mull it over.
See, I've always wanted to be apart of something like this. It's not the fame, it's just more that I saw Ethan go through things he never should have gone through, and he's not the only one I've seen struggle. Being in his position means helping people who have struggled and continue to struggle and that's all I want.
Other than that, Harry Lewis is fucking fine, and I'm pretty much forbidden from laying a finger on him.
It started when I first joined a shoot back in 2018. I was 19 and he was 21. When my eyes first scanned the room, they immediately hesitated on Harry's blonde hair and beautiful cleanly shaved face. Don't get me wrong, the facial hair is even better, but I didn't know this then. His blue eyes found mine, and the nervous smile he gave me sent my insides squirming with butterflies. But, immediately, my dreams were crushed by a pinch on my arm and a glare from my brother. The thorn in my side, and my best friend, Ethan. Ethan, or "Behz", has 6 amazing friends that are basically off limits for me because wouldn't it be the end of the world for his baby sister to get laid once in a while? According to him? Yep!
So now we're here, where Harry walks into the room and my heart stops. I mean, it actually stops. My world ceases to exist for a split second because that smile, those hands, those beautiful eyes that refuse to land on me for more than a second. What I would do for just one moment alone with him. Though, my strategy for being here on this shoot is something Ethan hasn't thought of. Not that he's stupid, he just doesn't think a whole lot.
The rules of try not to laugh are you have to sit in a chair facing your opponent and say a joke while neither of you smiles or laughs at all otherwise you lose and someone steps in for your place. Thus, Harry and I have to sit face to face at some point.. right? I smile to myself as I drift off imagining this before I feel the familiar pinch of my arm. This time, it came from Vik.
"Earth to Y/N? You're staring." He whispers it quietly enough that Ethan won't hear, even though the deep sigh that comes from his direction shows that he already senses my pulse's increase. I know how it sounds, but Ethan just wants the best for me, and he doesn't want me to suffer anything because he'd never forgive himself for not protecting me. Nevertheless, it pisses me off to no end, and Vik is probably the only one who knows the extent of it.
I can't even respond before we're already in the shoot. Harry was the last to arrive so the crew is rushing us along to film the video. Ethan was telling me that they've been behind in their upload schedule, and while that might be the case, i'm not sure that they'll ever lose out on fans. I mean, one day there'll be a 92 year old rambling on about the Sidemen's legacy, surely.
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Harry's POV
She's gorgeous. I know that's not what I should be focusing on, because every time I sneak a glance in her direction or smile at her beautiful laugh, Ethan glares at me with such a pointed, accusatory gaze that convinces me he can read my mind. I mean, he can't, right?
This video is one of my favourites to film, but it's becoming increasingly hard to focus on it, and not the fact that i'm silently praying that Y/N gets made to laugh so I can hear that gorgeous chorus again. She has the type of laugh that makes you want to laugh with her, and I can't think of anything I like hearing more than that.
It's not until we are face to face in the chairs that the gravity of the situation hits me fully. Her eyes, such a stark green, so different to her brother's, are staring at me with a beautiful expression that i'm hopeful is indicative of her feelings for me. Vik has hinted at it before, but those two are like peas in a pod so I wouldn't expect him to break her trust at all and tell me everything. The eyes, however, tell the entire story. Because hers are roaming all over me. Mine are roaming all over her. And I almost forget i'm supposed to be reading a joke to her, so I stumble for words and read the first one that I read on the spreadsheet.
"What do you get if you cross a brown chicken with a brown cow?" She knows the punchline, and I can tell because of the way Y/N's brow quirks and her dimple is fighting for room on her face. That dimple is beautiful. What I would do to make her smile more just so I could be graced with their presence more often. "Browchickabrowncow!" I sing it like the phrase 'Bow Chicka Wow Wow' and her laugh, I can tell, is fighting to be let out. Y/N's face is red and her cheeks are puffing, head back and eyes watering as she fights the laughter that is bubbling up inside of her. It's not until she laughs loudly and viciously at the joke that I too start laughing and lean forward in my chair, smiling to myself at the gorgeous way her body bounces and her smile reveals her teeth as she laughs at what I said. It feels like an accomplishment to hear her laugh like this, but I think we've overstayed our welcome in these chairs, and the two of us have to venture back to the sofa where our thighs are connected on the cramped seats.
My face, red for another reason, turns away toward the lights and cameras before paying attention to the next pair in the chairs so I can fight the tingling sensation in my leg where it meets hers. It's Ethan that snaps me out of the trance i'm in. He stares at me with such a ferocity in his gaze that sort of makes me want to push it even more. I pat my hand on Y/N's thigh and smile at the jokes being flung around as the video comes to a close. The look she gives me is a mixture of excitement and fear. I know her and Ethan have a good bond, and that's why he protects her. But is it going too far??
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Y/N's POV
Ethan is mad. I can tell because I can hear him shouting at Harry. Something about it boils my blood. The way that he speaks to his friends just for even looking in my direction is not fair in the slightest. Harry, bless him, is trying to defend me but most of the time it's a futile effort. Still, nothing could prepare me for what happens next.
"And so what if I like Y/N, Ethan? You need to grow up and let her make her own choices." Harry said between gritted teeth. I couldn't help but wince at the silence that followed. Clearly, something struck in Ethan that showed him that his anger was unwarranted. Then when Harry walks to me, grabs my face in his warm hands, and plants a furious kiss on my lips, I can't help but smile at the way that Ethan's face drops and the feel of my crush's lips on mine. When we pull away for air, Ethan sighs. I love my brother, and I just hope he knows that this is what I want.
"I guess I should've asked what you wanted first, Y/N." He says to me and I nod.
"Yeah. Maybe." I say to my brother with a smile before kissing his best friend again, who is all mine.
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