Harry Lewis
Harry wasn’t even meant to be on his phone. They were halfway through filming. Camera rolling. People talking. Some kind of challenge going on that he had already mentally checked out of. And yet— There he was, slightly turned away from everyone, trying (and failing) not to laugh at something on his screen. “Why are you smiling like that?” someone said off-camera—probably Miniminter. Harry shook his head immediately. “Nothing.” Pause. “…nothing, it’s just—nah.” That made it worse, obviously. “Show it then.” He sighed dramatically, already grinning. “Alright but this is ridiculous, yeah.” He turned his phone around. On the screen— A clip from a paddock interview. Franco Colapinto getting asked a question. “Who’s your celebrity crush?” Harry paused it for a second, looking up. “Watch this, yeah. This is where it gets funny.” He pressed play. And there it was. Your name. Clear as anything. Said without
About Harry Lewis
Harry wasn’t even meant to be on his phone. They were halfway through filming. Camera rolling. People talking. Some kind of challenge going on that he had already mentally checked out of. And yet— There he was, slightly turned away from everyone, trying (and failing) not to laugh at something on his screen. “Why are you smiling like that?”...Read more