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faefictions · 2 years

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Lonely People | Ch 15

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word Count: 3582

Y/n did her best to not avoid Harrison after what happened. In class on Wednesday morning, they both did their best to act normal, as if they hadn’t kissed for the first time less than 48 hours prior, but Harrison was having a hard time hiding his giddiness, and y/n was having trouble pretending like it hadn’t deeply upset something in her.

She was still happy that it had happened, but the happiness was deeper than the dread that had risen to the surface.

“Are you busy tonight?”

“Oh, yeah actually. Jace wanted to go out tonight, since we haven’t done anything in a while. You’re welcome to come though, I’m pretty sure that Sierra is bringing Tom.”

Harrison wasn’t going to turn down any chance he got at spending time with her, so of course he agreed to meet up with her and her roommates later that night.

Y/n was happy to be hanging out with everyone in a normal setting with no immediate issue looming over her. Of course, the stuff going on with Harrison was still on her mind, but when she wasn’t alone with him, it didn’t feel so scary.

Harrison was happy to be out with them as well. She seemed happier with Jace and Sierra around, and he didn’t have to try to save the conversation every few minutes.

Y/n shared a shot with Sierra when they got to the party of the night, but Harrison noticed that she had been sipping on the same beer since then. It was a stark contrast to how he had seen her behave at other parties, and it was nice to not have to follow her around to make sure she wasn’t getting sick in the yard.

Most of the night, y/n tried to stay by Harrison. Since she felt comfortable, she was trying to take it as a test run. Before she told Jace or Sierra. Before she committed to anything more than a small kiss. Before he found out anything else about her. That night was her opportunity to see how it would feel to be his, with everyone around to know.

She slipped her hand in his when the others went to go get another drink. She could tell by how tipsy Sierra was getting, that they would be taking a few detours before they got back. She avoided Harrison’s gaze when he looked at her, wanting to make sure that their hands weren’t a mistake. But she didn’t pull away, and there was no way he was going to say something and make her feel like the gesture was unwelcome.

The second their friends were back in sight, y/n nonchalantly slipped her hand out of his. He missed the warmth for a moment, but he was more than happy to let her test her own boundaries and find her comfort zone.

That was the one thing he knew was coming with her. He knew that he was going to have to give her time to adjust to every little thing. He knew she said that she “didn’t do this kind of thing”, but he honestly had no idea if she had ever. If she had ever held hands, had butterflies, kissed her crush on the cheek. No matter what, he was just happy to be the one patiently waiting for her to get more comfortable with the concept.

As the night progressed, y/n spent more time with Sierra. She felt bad about the fight that they had had less than a week prior, and although she had already apologized, she still wanted to make it up to her.

She did end up having a relatively calm conversation with Sierra on the topic, although she hadn’t told her about the kiss. She wasn’t ready to get into the current details yet, but as far as both Jace and Sierra knew, Harrison knew at this point and that was as far as it was going for the time being. And y/n was just happy that they were both handling it as well as they were.

Sierra insisted that y/n dance with her most of the night. She had been spending so much time with Tom since they had met, she missed having some alone time with her best friend.

After 30 minutes of them working up a sweat, Sierra needed a refill for her drink. Y/n decided to make her way back to Jace and Harrison, who had been standing across the room talking about god knows what.

She felt an overwhelming wave of happiness wash over her suddenly. Knowing that no one around her was suffering because of her anymore was the biggest thing, but seeing two of her favorite people get along, although circumstance would make it seem that they shouldn’t, really put a smile on her face.

She had barely drank anything that night, and she felt present in the moment, and more than happy to soak it all in.

But of course, just as things would get good in her life, something had to come to crash it all down.

“Y/n?” she heard a familiar voice ask from behind her, just as she was about to reach her friends, and she instantly wished that she had been drunk for the interaction that was about to occur.

She turned around to meet the girl face to face, someone she hadn’t seen in a few year, but she recognized instantly.

“Merissa? What are you doing here?” She tried her best to fake a smile, hoping to keep the interaction short and avoid any small talk trying to reminisce on the past. She knew that Harrison and Jace were within earshot, and she couldn’t risk them knowing anything that the girl in front of her might know.

“I’m visiting my little cousin. It’s the end of her first semester, and I wanted to congratulate her for making it through. I think we both know how hard the first year is,” she laughed, completely oblivious to the discomfort she was causing the girl across from her.

“It’s really nice to see you, I hope your cousin had a good semester, I gotta get back to my friends though.”

“Oh, ok, really quick though, I wanted to ask you how you’ve been since…. well you know.”

“Oh, I’ve been doing alright. It gets easier every day, you know.”

“Good! I’m glad to hear that. I know senior year was really hard for you after it all happened. It’s nice to see you doing so much better. And it’s so weird that I ran into you tonight actually, I literally ran into Ian like 2 days ago. Small world.”

“What?”

“I mean what are the odds that I run into both of you in the same week.”

“You mean here? Like in town?”

“No, it was back home. I was just getting some snacks for my drive here, and he was in the same checkout line. He actually asked about you, I had no idea you two weren’t talking anymore.”

“Yeah, things happen. Do me a favor, if you see him again, don’t tell him you ran into me.”

“Things ended that badly?”

“Yeah, you could say that. Anyway, I really gotta get back to my friends, it was really nice seeing you though.”

She didn’t even give Merissa a chance to reply before she turned and rushed over towards Harrison and Jace, but she didn’t stop when she reached them. She continued past them and didn’t pause until she reached the first bottle of liquor she could find.

Harrison and Jace had both tuned into the conversation halfway through, and of course they both had questions. They had no clue what could have happened to her during her senior year that could have been such a big deal, and who Ian was. It was even weirder knowing that some girl that wasn’t extremely close with y/n knew more about her than they did.

They both decided to follow her, knowing that her body language wasn’t a good sign. Jace let Harrison take the lead, hoping that he would be able to do what he had never been able to; calm her down.

Harrison approached her from behind, being careful not to touch her. He had learned his lesson from Robin.

“Hey, everything ok?” he asked her gently, trying not to startle her, but still having to project his voice over the music.

“Yeah, why?”

“Who was that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she couldn’t even look him in the eye as she poured her cup half full of rum.

“Y/n, Jace and I both saw you talking to that girl before you stormed off. And you don’t seem ok anymore.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Just please let me have this drink and forget she ever talked to me.”

Harrison peaked at Jace over his shoulder, and they shared a confused and worried look before they witnessed her downing the cup of rum in less than 5 seconds.

“Y/n, come on,” Harrison sighed, taking the now empty cup from her and setting it on the counter before he guided her back to where they had been standing before.

She knew he was upset, but she couldn’t give less of a fuck. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about how he felt, she just couldn’t focus on anything but herself anymore. She had finally gotten past her need to stick to survival instincts, but here she was yet again, sent right back to the starting line.

For the rest of the night, Harrison was trying his best to keep an eye on her. He didn’t want her running off and getting into any more trouble. He had no idea what was going through her head, but he knew it wasn’t good, and he didn’t want her to be alone with that. He also didn’t want to walk in on her assaulting anyone with utensils again.

Jace did his best to keep a close proximity as well. He knew better than to overwhelm her with his presence, but the worry that Harrison was carrying was almost contagious.

They stopped worrying as much when she visibly calmed down, but they weren’t aware that they were mistaking her dissociation with peace. She quickly got to the point of inability to process her surroundings, and she decided to take advantage of their false interpretations to get a second alone.

“Hey Haz, I need to use the bathroom. Could you go find me some water and meet me back here?”

She used her best pout to get him to agree, and of course he wasn’t able to turn her down, so they parted ways for the first time in an hour. She found the closest bathroom without someone already inside, and locked the door behind her.

She tried splashing some water in her face to calm down to no avail. Staring in the mirror at herself wasn’t helping any either, but she couldn’t stop. She zoned out completely, directing every single moment that had brought her here. Every single mistake she had made that had ruined things for her.

She could barely stand the sight of herself anymore when she got the urge to vomit. This time it wasn’t the alcohol. It wasn’t anything that she had put in her system, it was pure self loathing and anxiety.

Harrison returned to his spot by Jace, patiently waiting for her to return, while he continued to talk to Jace about anything and everything. He started to wonder why Jace got along with him so well. Even he knew how much he liked y/n, and how much he cared for her well being.

“Can I ask you something?”

Jace took a sip of his drink, and raised his eyebrows to prompt him to continue.

“How do you not hate me?”

“Why would I?” he chuckled.

“I mean, I know about what happened between the two of you, and that wasn’t that long ago. If the roles were reversed, I would want to bash your head in. But I mean, maybe you’re just really good at hiding that,” Harrison laughed nervously, but the question was sincere.

“You want my honest answer?”

“Please.”

“I do want to bash your head in sometimes, but it has nothing to do with you. Sure, I really liked her, and I still do. But all I want is for her to be happy, and I guess I wasn’t it for her.”

Harrison felt bad hearing the answer, he had no idea how to reply, so he just stood silently as Jace went on.

“I just need to get over her, and that is going to take time. I think we both know how amazing she is. But honestly, if anyone is going to be it for her, it’s you, and I am more than ok with that.”

They both shared an awkward smile, but neither of them regretted the conversation. But in true “bro” fashion, they had to change the topic immediately, so there was no dwelling on the emotions.

“Speaking of y/n, where did she go?” Jace asked, suddenly aware of her prolonged absence.

“She went to the bathroom. I think I’m going to go check on her though, she may have gotten sick from that cup of rum she downed.”

“Good call, I’ll be here,” Jace smiled.

Harrison made his way to the closest bathroom, but it was empty, and he knew that the search for her may be more difficult than he first thought. It took him 15 minutes to find every bathroom in the house and make sure she wasn’t in any of them. He didn’t start to panic until he realized that she didn’t sneak off to pour herself another drink either.

He quickly made his way back to Jace to see if she had returned, but of course she wasn’t there either.

He made sure to ask Jace if he had seen her at all before he ran off to find Sierra and Tom to check with them as well. Once they all realized she was missing, they knew it was time to go home.

They were each hoping that she would be at home, and that they wouldn’t be having a repeat of the last time she disappeared. They still had no idea where she had gone that night, so none of them knew where else they could possibly look. Tom and Sierra decided to head back to Tom and Harrison’s apartment, just as a last ditch effort to find her, while Harrison and Jace went back to the other apartment.

She wasn’t at either.

Jace tried calling her as Harrison texted Tom, but she didn’t pick up.

They remained in silence while they waited for Tom to drive himself and Sierra over. They both knew why she disappeared, but the reasoning behind it still remained a mystery. The girl had only brought up high school, and possibly a high school friend. To any normal person, that may be annoying at worst, but no where near enough to make someone disappear.

“Jace, she isn’t going to pick up,” Harrison sighed, witnessing the other boy dial her number for possibly the 20th time since they got home.

“Why don’t you try?”

“Trust me, if she isn’t going to pick up for you, she isn’t going to pick up for me.”

“For my sake, will you please just try?”

Harrison sighed and gave in, pulling his phone back out and dialing her number. Just as he predicted, she didn’t pick up. The phone just kept ringing until it finally reached her voicemail. And that was the worst part. She wasn’t sending it to voicemail, it just kept ringing. He had no way of knowing if she was ok.

When Tom and Sierra arrived, they all tried to brainstorm where she could have gone. Most of the local businesses were closed, there weren’t any other parties going on within walking distance of where she had left, and they were left hoping that the lack of sirens outside meant that she hadn’t gotten hurt.

“I mean she has to know someone besides just us, are we sure she isn’t at a friends house?” Tom chimed in as they were running out of ideas.

“I don’t think so, the only other people she talks to are classmates that she needs notes from,” Sierra groaned, more stressed than she was scared.

Harrison was barely paying attention to the conversation anymore, but he checked back in to that last part, and suddenly he knew. He barely had time to explain himself before he was out the door, shouting something along the lines of him being back with her soon.

The rest of them weren’t sure how to react, because of course they didn’t want to just sit back and relax in hope that he knew where she was, but they had no idea what else they could do, so they sat in almost complete silence, keeping an eye on their phones to make sure they wouldn’t miss any updates.

Harrison hadn’t realized that he had no idea where he was going until he was already out of the building. He quickly searched his contacts, hoping that he had someone in his phone that could help him find a direction.

Of course, he didn’t run in the right friend groups, so he was at a dead end, but he wasn’t ready to give up.

He continued to walk slowly as he tried to call her one more time, and to his pleasant surprise, it didn’t go to voicemail.

“Hello?” He heard a male voice answer, but he knew who it was instantly, and he had been right.

“Where are you guys Robin?”

“Give me a minute, I’ll send you my address. But don’t tell her I told you, ok? I don’t want her going somewhere else next time something like this happens.”

“Deal.”

As promised, Harrison received a text a moment later, presumably from Robin’s phone, and he rushed in the right direction.

When he reached the door, he started to get cold feet. He didn’t know what state she would be in behind that door. She could be delirious, she could be crying, she could be cowering, or she could be completely fine. So he approached cautiously and lightly knocked on the door. He only had to wait a moment before Robin slightly cracked open the door, almost seeming like he needed to check that it was really Harrison before he opened it all the way.

“Hey, she’s in my bathroom right now. She’s pretty sick. I can tell her you’re here, but please for the love of god, don’t leave her alone tonight. You have no idea how serious I am about that.”

“Nice to see you too,” Harrison joked out of pure awkwardness, but the joke didn’t land.

Robin let Harrison in to the living room as he made his way down the hall to find y/n. Harrison could hear their muffles conversation through the door, and while he couldn’t tell exactly what was being said, he knew that she wasn’t too happy with his presence. He tried his best to not let that hurt his ego.

“How did he even know I was here?” She asked Robin while her body thankfully gave her a break from the dry heaving.

“I don’t know, but he’s here. I think you should talk to him.”

“Are you fucking crazy? You heard what I said earlier right? I am in no mood to talk to anyone else right now.”

“I know, but… y/n he’s here. Even if you don’t want to talk to him about what’s going on, I think you should at least just go show him you’re ok. He seems really worried about you.”

“I’m worried about me too, dipshit. And I wanna get that all sorted out before I even think about bringing him into this situation.”

“Y/n, nothing happened. You ran into Merissa, she said it was nice to see you. That was it, why-“

“Don’t do this again. Please for the love of God, Robin. We’ve been through this once.”

He paused, not knowing what else to say. She was right. Of course, last time was worse, at least in his opinion, but he knew that she was likely to shut down again, and he didn’t want that for her or himself.

“Ok, you’re right. But that doesn’t change the fact that he is here and worried about you. And what are you planning on doing? Hiding here for the rest of your life?”

“I don’t know, I think I could die happy in your shower. Seems cozy.”

“I’ll tell him you’ll be out in a minute.”

“Robbie-“

Before she could finish protesting, the door shut behind him as he made his way back out to Harrison.

This was not how she was expecting the night to go, even after she had ran into Merissa. She knew she couldn’t stay at Robin’s forever, and she knew that she was going to worry Harrison and her roommates, but she didn’t think it through as she left the party. She needed out, so she got out.

She tried to regain composure in the following minutes. It felt almost impossible to calm herself down alone, but she tried her best, and once the nausea started to subside, she slowly made her way out to the living room.

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heytherejulia · 10 months

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Only you ~ Harrison Osterfield

pairing: harrison osterfield x female reader

warning: swearing, crying, anxiety

summary: you had a really bad day and your boyfriend is there for you

word count: 1,4k

It simply wasn’t your day. Your alarm clock didn't ring on time, so you overslept. You forgot to dry your hair before you went to bed and it was sticking out in every possible direction, so you had to straighten it and you burned yourself. You were late for work, your computer broke, just when you needed to print some important documents for the meeting that was in the next ten minutes. When you were going home you got stuck in traffic and it took you almost an hour to get to your flat. You didn't have time to eat lunch or drink your tea, so you had a completely empty stomach all day, forgot to do the groceries, and finally, while going up the stairs to the fourth floor (the lift turned out to be broken), you fell, bruised your knees and hands and broke the heel of your favorites shoes.

When you finally got home your already bad mood got even worse. The mess you'd left in the morning was bigger than you had remembered, and there was complete silence inside, which meant Harrison, your boyfriend of four years, wasn’t home yet.

Usually you kept things in check. You were the one in charge in your relationship, you were always the one who had everything under control. Especially your emotions. Sure, you loved to share your emotions with your loved ones and cry during movies, but when it came to dealing with adulthood, you had the power.

Usually, but today wasn’t that day. Today you were tired, and everything that could possibly go wrong went exactly like that. Normally you would just ignore it and get on with the things you had to do, but today wasn't normal. Today you were too nervous and frustrated and so damn tired you couldn't keep it cool. Tears began to gather in your eyes as you removed your worn shoes and coat. When you entered the bedroom and threw yourself on the bed, you felt a little better. The smell of your favorite fabric softener, blend of both of your perfumes, and what you could only describe as Harrison's scent soothed your nerves a little.

When Haz came home some time later, he faced a complete silence and a mess he had made before he left. He was surprised that you hadn't cleaned it up when you got home from work. Not because he thought it was your duty as a woman to do the housework, but because he knew your pedantic nature and knew you would clean it up in a second if you were home or you just wouldn't be able to go on with your day if the flat was untidy. Yet Harrison was glad that this time he could do some of the chores and took that responsibility from you.

About ten minutes later, your flat looked like your flat again, and the groceries were put in the right cupboards and then he finally headed to the bedroom to put his phone to the charger. He saw you lying under the pile blanket and heard your soft sobs. He immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking your shoulder.

‘Hi, love.’ When you did not react to his words he put his hand on the small of your back. ‘Come here.’

There was silence for a moment, broken only by your sniffling. Harrison didn't want to overwhelm you, so he waited for any reaction from you, the slightest gesture that would give him permission to approach you. After a minute, however, you came out from under the blanket and climbed onto his lap. Haz wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

‘Do you want to tell me what happened?’ In response, you just hid your face in the crook of his neck, and you just sat there for a while. Harrison was worried sick about what might have happened to affect your mood so much, as you slowly calmed down in his warmth, still crying silently. ‘Shhh, you're safe, I won't leave you. Come on, darling.’

Harrison stared at your tiny body resting on his lap and noticed goose bumps on your skin. He took the blanket that was abandoned on the bed long ago, but you pushed his hand away. He looked at you in surprise.

‘I don't want a blanket.’ You croaked. ‘May I have your hoodie?’

Harrison tossed his head back, laughing, but either way taking off the mint hoodie he was wearing. You smiled gracefully as you settled more comfortably on his lap. The truth was, Harrison's clothes were kinda therapeutic for you. You weren't sure if it was because they were more comfortable than yours, or because they always smelled like his perfume, but they were just so soothing for you.

‘Have you eaten today?’ You shook your head as no. ‘So? Chicken with rice? From Sam's recipe?’

‘Yes, please.’ Haz laughed, getting up from the bed and walking towards the kitchen with you still in his arms. You wanted to help in preparing dinner, but he told you to sit at the kitchen island and handed you a mug of warm tea with milk. ‘Thank you darling. For everything.’

Harrison smiled warmly and kissed your forehead. When dinner was cooking your mood started to improve and you weren’t as devastated as you were when you came home. Now that you both were in a much better mood, you were dancing and singing to some random Spotify playlist.

After dinner, you both decided to get some rest, even if only for a moment. It had been a tough day for you, and now that your stomach was full and all the tension left your body, all you could think of was a nap in your boyfriend's loving arms. Haz lay down on the bed after taking off his t-shirt and changing his jeans to causal gray sweats. He wasn't sleepy, but he wanted to give you a sense of comfort, so he covered you with a blanket and lay down on his back, going on his Instagram.

‘Haz?’

‘Hm?’ You looked at him and stretched out your arms towards him. He laughed, pulling you against his chest. ‘Get some sleep, love.’

Moments after that, you were sleeping peacefully in his arms. Harrison lay still to not wake you up as you were the lighter sleeper in the world and he only looked at you with a lovesick smile. No one was aware of how much he fucking loved you. He always knew that, but today’s events, your daily routine, you both getting up, getting ready for work together, having breakfast tea together, knowing that you felt safe in his arms, that he simply was happy with you, made him realize that he wanted to marry you, that he wanted you to be his happily ever after.

‘What are you thinking about?’ Harrison jumped slightly at the sound of your voice.

‘Marry me.’

‘What?’

‘I may not have another chance and the courage to say that. Y/N, you are the most important person in my whole life, you make me happier every day. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Inside and out. I want to have you by my side forever, I want to start a family with you, have children with you, grow old with yoy. Therefore, marry me.’

You laughed at the mixture of joy, surprise and affection.

‘You shouldn't be laughing! God, I'm so embarrassed right now. I made a fool of myself, didn't I?’ You looked into Harrison's eyes, which had shed with tears.

‘No, Haz, no. Of course you didn't make a fool of yourself. I want to be your wife, I want to have children with you, I want to spend my whole life by your side.’ Harrison put his hands on your cheeks, drawing you to his lips. The kiss didn’t last long but showed all the love and joy you both felt. The kiss was sweet of the coconut balm on your lips, but also salty with your tears.

‘I love you, Y/N. Most in the world. I know this isn’t the proposal you deserve, I don't even have a ring, but I love you and I want you to know that.’

‘I don't need a ring or any romantic gestures. You're all I need. Only you.’

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holland-daydream · 2 years

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Truth or Dare (part 2)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader x Harrison Osterfield

A/N: Here is part two for Truth or Dare, you can find part one here

Warning: Female submission, male domination, pure filthy smut, threesome. Only 18+, minors will be blocked

Word Count: 1.6k

You opened your eyes wide at the question, considering his previous reaction you had already discarded the idea that there was an upcoming threesome with him, and you had to admit his sudden disposition took you by surprise. Yet, being the tease that you are, decided to play it innocent. “What’s next? Sleep, like we said” you said, smiling widely at him. Harrison rolled his eyes at your teasing response and ignored it, looking directly at Tom “Dude, are you seriously okay with this?” “F’yeah mate, as far as she wants to take it, I’m down”. He said, looking at you. He sighed as a confirmation and walked along with you both.

“Did you bring your car? We can drop you off at y-“ you asked, friendly. “You ain’t dropping me anywhere, I’m staying at yours tonight”. He answered in a boldly way, which weirdly turned you on. He jumped in the back seat and Tom was driving, you shuffled through the music until finally deciding for 3 by Britney Spears. “Fitting” you thought. The silence in the car was overwhelming and uncomfortable, there was no way this could be turned into a sex scene in half an hour. You decided to bring up some small talking to avoid the cold to take over and keep the both engaged and out of their thoughts, in case they were overthinking the situation.

Your plan succeeded and by the time you reached home a few topics had been addressed, just trivial stuff such as what Netflix show were you binging on, but that was ok.

Harrison had stayed at your house multiple times and needed no guide, so you walked straight to the kitchen to prepare three glasses of wine and get everything clear before jumping at the action. Tom turned on the music, a slow and sensual music playlist, and let it play in the background at low volume. While Harrison was in the bathroom, he approached you. “Hey love” he started “are you sure about this, right? You know if anything goes wrong you can always speak and we’ll stop” he reassured you. He was the most caring person you had ever been with. “I know buds, I’m more worried about Haz. He doesn’t look too sure, I don’t wanna force this” you said, pouting. “He’ll be okay, this isn’t his first one” he said, raising your curiosity to know more about other stuff Haz had done. “Ask him” he jokingly said, brushing off the subject.

Harrison came from the bathroom and although he looked nervous, he walked firmly to you and grabbed the glass of wine. The silence took over again and you decided to finally put the subject on the table: “So, I’m up for anything you’re comfortable doing, Haz”. He choked on the wine and after recovering himself he nodded, “I’m up for everything” he answered. You laughed at his eagerness and found it cute. “But, is there anything you don’t like?” You really wanted to make everything clear so that everyone had fun. “Not really, I mean, I don’t like being the bottom one or anything like that” he said, mostly looking at Tom. “D’worry mate, I’m not into that either. The only bottom one will be y/n” he said. You blushed, you loved it when he talked about you like that, like a toy. Tom knew that, saw you blushing and jumped at the chance. He put down the glass of wine and slowly walked to you. “In fact…” he continued, standing behind you and wrapping his hands on your neck from behind, firmly holding you. He put his lips right next to your ear, “…she will be our bottom. She will be our toy, our little pleaser, because she is such a good girl, isn’t she?” you closed your eyes at the sound of his words, biting your lip and moaning “mhmm”, Tom pressed harder on your neck “mhmm what?” “mhmm Daddy” “Good girl”. Harrison just stood there watching, already hard just by watching you squirm at Tom’s words. “Baby, you know good girls don’t keep guests waiting. Come on, give Haz one of your special kisses” You locked eyes with Tom and left his embrace, quickly moved on to Harrison, grabbing his face and bringing your lips together, slowly introducing your tongue inside his mouth, you both moaning at the sensation. After a while you separated and grabbed his hands, you three walking towards the bedroom.

Tom grabbed you by the hair, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Undress”, you nodded and proceeded to undress yourself, eagerly. Tom and Harrison stood back and watched you, while Haz was still shy, Tom was having the time of his life.

So, you stood there completely naked in front of them, shyly waiting for them to say something.

“What are you waiting for, Haz?” Tom teased. “Cm’on baby, you know just how to make people feel good” he continued, with a smirk, and sat down on the armchair to watch the scene. You grabbed Haz by the wrist, helping him sit down on the bed, then proceeded to unbelt him and remove his trousers, while he was dazed by your actions. You slid down his underwear and gently grabbed his member with your hands, slowly licking it without losing eye contact with him. He bit his lip watching you, but when you put his whole member on your mouth, deep, he lost it and threw his head back overtaken by the pleasure. You continued to work your way with his cock, gagging and licking it, sucking and moving your hand, rejoicing yourself with the moans coming out of Harrison’s mouth. After some minutes he raised his head and mumbled “fuck, stop, I’m gonna cum”. You totally ignored his words and continued, being interrupted by Tom, who grabbed your hair and forced you to separate from Harrison. “Didn’t you hear him say stop?” your eyes were now meeting Tom’s, spit all over your face and your eyes a little dazed and watery. “I thought you were obedient, baby” he said, pretending to be disappointed. Truth is, he adored when you disobeyed because that gave him the chance to punish you. “s-sorry d-daddy” you mumbled.

Just by the hair, he threw you on the bed next to Harrison, face down ass up. You didn’t dare to raise your head, you knew better than that. You heard another belt unbuckling and knew it was Tom’s. “Fuck” you thought. And here it came, your ass was hit by the leather material, which left a pretty red mark on your ass but also a tingling sensation. You bit your lip to hold back the moan. “I ain’t hearing you” Tom said. “Thank you, Daddy” you said, loud enough for him to hear. He gave you 3 or 4 more strokes, all followed by a “Thank you, Daddy”, and your ass had gotten a bright red colour now. “Wanna try?” he asked Harrison. He grabbed Tom’s belt and imitated his gesture, giving you a light stroke which felt like tickles after Tom’s spankies. “You need to hit her stronger” Tom was trying to teach him, grabbing the belt. “Like this”, he said, hitting your ass so harsh that you jumped a little. Harrison grabbed the belt again and hit you, this time stronger. “Thank you…” you weren’t sure what to call Harrison. “Sir”, he said, finishing your sentence. “Thank you, Sir” you said, smiling at the name.

Tom sat on the bed in front of you, cupping your face into his hands. “How are you baby?” you kissed him “’m good”. “Alright, get on all fours” he commanded, and you obeyed. He slid down his jeans and placed his hips in front of your mouth. “I’m not gonna lie baby, I’m a bit jealous Haz got a blowjob and I didn’t. How bout you suck me off while he fucks you from behind, hmm?” you nodded with a smile and he slid down his boxers while you felt Haz getting positioned behind you, firmly grabbing your hips and slowly entering his member into you while you gagged on Tom’s cock. Haz was fucking you deeply, holding you so hard you thought he was going to bruise you, while Tom was holding your head against his cock so you gagged, drooled and choked on it. Your moans were silenced by having your mouth full and you could feel the orgasms build up. “Fuck, you’re so wet” Haz mumbled. “Baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep working me this well” Tom said. You were abandoned to the pleasure and couldn’t form a coherent sentence even if your mouth got freed from Tom. “Fuck baby” Tom muttered, holding you so hard you knew he was going to come soon. He did, filling your mouth, and then moving to the side, letting you fall down on the mattress with your mouth full of cum while Haz was still fucking you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum too” Haz said, and Tom knew you had to be close too. He kneeled down, close to your ear, “Are you gonna be a good girl baby? Cum for Daddy, love” he whispered. You swallowed Tom’s cum and let yourself go into an orgasm, your contractions and moans were enough for Haz to finish and finally come inside of you, letting out a loud moan.

They laid down next to you while you still felt in a haze, sweating and smelling like sex. After your breathe had calmed down Tom was giving you kisses, cuddles and caresses. “Bubs, you should go to the bathroom” he advised, which you nodded, because you knew how important it was to go to the bathroom after having sex. You took the little time alone to compose yourself after returning with the boys. You laid down, and Haz started cuddling you. “So, how was it?” you asked them both. “Amazing” “Lovely” they both said. It didn’t take long until you all fell asleep.

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moonvis · 3 years

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Please don’t leave me

Tom Holland x costar! reader

Summary: Tom breaks down after you film an emotional break up scene.

Warning: angst to fluff.

Words: 1400

You happened to be so lucky to play the love interest of your boyfriends’ character. Being couple co-stars with Tom, meant getting to be intimate on set. You both loved it, even though it was hard letting go of each other at times.

Today’s scene wouldn’t be so intimate though. Tom’s character had recently cheated on your character, which meant it was time to film a heartbreak scene.

“AND ACTION!” The director yelled and you got into character.

You sit on the sofa, face in your hands. The tears you’ve been crying are all dried up, but it sure won’t be the last. The room in quiet and the air is cold, the only thing you can think about is the sight of your boyfriend with the other girl. He has apologised, but that won’t make it better. He cheated on you. He broke your heart.

You feel his lips meet your cheeks, once, twice, and three times. You feel the anger from before start to creep back again, and throw your hands up wiping him away. You rush out of your seat and go to stand in front of him instead. He stays seated in the sofa, his concerned eyes following your steps. When you finally meet his gaze, you feel fresh tears well up in your eyes.

“Why would you- You can’t just come here, kiss me, and think everything is okay!” Your raised voice startles the man in front of you, “Kissing me won’t make it better! It won’t make everything go away! It doesn’t work like that!”

He put his hands halfway up in defence, his eyes turning away from you, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He’s visibly nervous, scared even.

The room turns silent for a moment, giving you both a second to breath. You let a shaky breath, wiping your sweaty hands on your shirt. You’re about to say something that will break your heart even more, if possible, “I think you should go.”

His head snap up at your words, brows knitted together, “What?” Not letting his eyes fall away from you, he gets up and slowly walks over to stand in front of you.

“I really think… you need to leave now.” Your voice is quit, shaking.

The man you so badly want to forgive looks at you nervously, hands reaching your shoulders, panic evident in his voice, “Wait, wait, wait.” You stay silent, only look into his eyes. “You said earlier, there’s nothing so big we can’t work through together. You said-”

You shake your head and push away his hands, “What the hell did I know?”

“Please. There’s gotta be a way we can work this out. I-I can’t-” He grab your hand, taking it into his palms, bringing it to his heart, “I can’t imagine my life without you darling. You know…”

His eyes start to water, body gently shivering. The sight of him hurting sting in your chest, making you want to hug him, but he hurt you first.

Damn Tom was good. Filming scenes like these felt partly uncomfortable because you acted so well together. It almost felt real. At times, you even got emotional in real life.

“No, no, I can’t. You’re a different person… When I look at you, all I can think of is you and that other girl…” You let out a sad laugh, making the curlyhead cringe, “I used to think of you as someone who would never hurt me, but now- I really think you should leave.” You say the last sentence thought a sob you didn’t know you held.

You felt so grateful you would never have to say those words to Tom personally. There was no wasy you would ever let the dork go.

You love the man in front of you, but he cheated on you. He doesn’t deserve your love.

His eyes are puffy, tears streaming down his cheeks. His voice cracks as he speaks, “Please, baby. This can’t be it. Please…” He drags a hand down his face while you wrap your arms around yourself for some comfort. No words are exchanged, only the sound of soft sniffles and held back sobs.

You look down at your feet, your shoulders starting to shake. He can’t take the sight and sound of your heartbroken sobs, causing him to mirror them. You can’t make yourself to look at him, only speak quietly, “This has to be it. I’m sorry, but… we’re over.”

Unbeknownst to you, the sight of your pained eyes and the sound of your sobs, break Tom’s heart a little by little. If he’d ever do something to make you feel like this in real life, he would beet himself up for years. He would never be able to forgive himself.

You start sobbing for real this time, clasping your hand over your mouth, your other hand clutching your stomach.

You slowly lift your eyes up to the man in front of you as part of the acting but are surprised to see his bloodshot eyes.

He’s breathing quickly, hands dragging along his hair. Tears won’t stop streaming down his cheeks. He shakes his head, his body starting to tremble. He completely breaks down in front of you, falling to his knees. He’s looking like a regretful, heartbroken mess. Even the sound he’s making, sounds like a real heartache.

Tom was supposed to say the last lines of the scene, but the performance he was giving, breaking down in front of you, would look so much better. Damn, he was good at improvising. His performance didn’t even look like acting anymore.

Which, started to concern you.

“AND CUT! GREAT WORK GUYS, THAT’S A WRAP FOR TODAY!” The director finally yelled, making you let out a sigh of relief. The worst scene you would have to film together was finally over.

You dried away your fake tears, did a little stretch, and turned to your boyfriend. You expected Tom to have a smile on his face, probably relieved the scene was over as well.

Though he was in the complete opposite mood. Just like his character, he was still on the floor. His face was hidden in his hands, but you knew he was crying. You could hear his sniffles, see his body shaking. So, you were right, he wasn’t acting anymore.

You rushed down to his side, taking him into your embrace. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Tom started sobbing louder than before, his hand clutching onto your shirt. You had never seen him like this, and it worried you.

You took a quick look around you, your eyes meeting the director. He signalised for the cast and film crew to clear out, giving you and Tom some space. You gave the director a thankful nod before turning back to the heartbroken man in your arms.

Tom’s grip to you tightened, like he was scared to let you go. You stroke a hand on his back to comfort him, kissing the top of his head. What he said next shocked you; “Please don’t leave me, please… I-I can’t live without you.” You eyes widened, staring to realise the scene you just filmed had affected him more emotionally than normal.

“Tommy, please look at me.” You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, lifting his head to look at you. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with tears. You tired to dry them away the best you could as you spoke to him softly, “I will never leave you, okay? You have nothing to worry about. I will love you forever.”

Tom caught a sob in his throat, trying to compose himself. Your words made him calm down just a little. He let out a shivering breath while your eyes met. His lower lip was trembling, but he managed to get words out, “I’m sorry, I just… The scene, it made me think. The thought of losing you hurt so fucking much.”

“Don’t say sorry Tom.” You leaned forward and pressed your lips together in a deep kiss. The kiss lasted longer than usual, telling just how much you loved each other without words. It made Tom’s breath go back to normal, his tears finally stopping.

You were both panting as you let go, foreheads rested together. Tom brought his hand up and pulled some hair behind your ear, looking into your eyes with gratefulness, “I love you so much Y/n. Forever.”

“And I love you.” You smiled as you spoke, slowly leaning back from Tom. You took hold of his hand, helping him stand up, “Now, what do you say we get out of here and spend the day together.”

“And the night?” Tom winked at you; his adorable smile finally presents on his lips. You felt your cheeks heat up, knowing exactly what he was thinking, “Anything you’d like.” You kissed him once, twice and three times, before heading out of there, hand in hand.

Anyone know what series the break up scene is inspired from? ;)

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Haters -A Harrison Osterfield SMAU

Warnings: hate comments/bullying, lowered confidence, cursing, crying, the rest is fluff though!

P.s. no hate to Grace, just used as his ex for accuracy, and no hate if these usernames are legit accounts I just made them up for this smau

Summary: Reader is Haz’s gf but haters make a few mean comments and the boys jump to her defense. 💕

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yourusername: he’s always gotta pose, I just wanted a soft smiley photo smh, he’s still gorgeous though so I goes it’s okay💜🤷‍♀️

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hazosterfield: darling you have tons of smiling photos of me, I gotta use my modeling skills so that you have some others too; gotta keep my girl interested 😘

tomholland2013: it’s true, he’s always smiling when you’re around

yourusername: I’m sobbing stop 😭 (& I’m always interested💕💜)

hazosterfield: 😁😘

hollandandosterfield52: maybe he doesn’t smile because he doesn’t like you🤷‍♀️ solution seems pretty simple to me, he should go back to Grace

hopelessosterfieldgirl: omg he looks so good. Why are you complaining?! He’s the one stuck with you while you are fortunate to even know him🙄

*Harry sees the hateful comments and sends this to the group chat*

*back to SM perspective/posts*

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Harryholland64: doesn’t smile for her? Lmao I took this photo when she was simply walking back over to our table that night. This is how he constantly looks at her. So stfu. 💜

yourusername: Baaazzz, stop this is so sweet thank you 😭

yourusername: did you just use a purple heart emoji? I thought you said you don’t use that one

harryholland64: I decided I’ll only for you, you’re one of my best friends and deserve it 💜

hazosterfield: Harry, mate, thank you. Between the heart emoji thing and the post she’s thankfully smiling now ❤️

yourusername: I was already smiling again thanks you to baby😘 I’m just feeling even better now. And the emoji isn’t the big deal it is the color he chose. He made fun of me when he saw I always used the purple one and said he never used it. 🤷‍♀️

hazosterfield: lol I see 😊 I thought it was just because it was your favorite color

yourusername: that too 😂💜

samholland1999: I think she always texts using the purple one BECAUSE it is her favorite color so you are technically correct 🤔

philosterfield: Harrison, Y/N, what’s going on? Is everything okay?

hazosterfield: once sec mum ❤️

tuwaine: yes Baz, let’s go! We love you Y/N 💜

yourusername: I love you guys too 💜

tomholland2013: someone text me what is happening.

harryholland64: mate check the group chat

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philosterfield: one of my favorite pictures from Christmas a few years ago of my sweet Harrison. It was Y/N’s first Christmas with us but it was well worth the wait. I’ve seen them together countless times of course but I never get over it because they are so good for each other and no matter what it is they are doing, they’re having fun together. I’m so blessed my son found someone like Y/N, she’s better for him than I could’ve ever hoped. I am hearing that people on here are being rude to her but I beg you stop because I’ve never seen my boy this happy before Y/N

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hazosterfield: thank you mum ❤️ this was really sweet. YN says to tell you she’ll respond once she stops crying. Happy tears this time she says! 😊

tuwaine: yes momma P has it correct!

hazismylove: this is so cute! I didn’t know she was getting hate though! Leave her alone guys

yourusername: thank you for everything again. I know I’ve said this a million times but I’m never going to stop. You raised the best man I could’ve ever dreamed to find and I not only have him in my life but you and Charlotte as well and couldn’t be happier. You’ve all welcomed me into your family and home and made me feel loved. Thank you 💜

philosterfield: you’re part of this family dear. If you need anything, please call ❤️

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tuwaine : Haz is a smiley mate but this Div saves this particular smile for her. This is from one of their FaceTimes before she moved here, he’d always screen record them so they can both rewatch later when they were apart and unable to talk at the moment (one was working, asleep, etc.) So don’t even try to come for Y/N/N when this sickeningly sweet video exists. If you do, you’re going to have a lot of British blokes to deal with in return as she’s like a sister to the rest of us💜

yourusername: you all are going to make me a crying mess today (good tears this time) 💜 thank you Tuwaine

hazosterfield: thanks Tuwaine ❤️, you’re the best mate, btw I still have these videos, even in the ones where I had a rough day she’s making me smile 🥰

yourusername: stoopppp I love you so damn much 😭💜

hazosterfield: love you always angel ❤️💜

harryholland64: OMG I remember this video, these two divs wouldn’t even get off the video call long enough for us to grocery shop but sure it’s not clear they love each other right?!

hazosterfield: Yn says she loves you guys. She’s got a bit of a headache so I’ve managed to convince her to take a nap so long as I keep my promise not to post or say anything until I’ve had time to calm down. It’s worth it if she sleeps💜

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tomholland2013: I’m normally not the one to do this but it is needed. For some god forsaken unknown reason some people on the internet seem to think that either my best mate Haz isn’t in love with his amazing gf of 3 years or that she isn’t the best person for him. I want to clear a few things up, the first being that while your words may hurt someone they don’t change anything. Next, I’ve watched these two somehow fall more in love with each other day after day and I could not ask for a better woman for Haz than Y/N so kindly leave them alone. These photos are from a video-call he and I had after they moved out of the shared house and into their own place. First one is his reaction to her name even being mentioned and the second was the way he looked at her when she walked into the room. I’ll leave it at that. 💜

hazosterfield: thank you Mate. I couldn’t agree more ❤️

yourusername: Tommy, thank you so much. You didn’t need to do this. Also, I LOVE these photos 💜

tomholland2013: Yes I did, you’re not only one of my best mates but also the most incredible person and I think we can all learn something from you two’s relationship

hazosterfield: she and I both say thank you again mate. ❤️

tuwaine: yes T, so true!

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samholland1999: I’ve known Harrison forever and Y/N for years. I’ve known them before they got together and all 3-something years they’ve been dating; although the time before featured an embarrassing amount of pining- mostly Haz🤣. You probably don’t know that for their first stay-in date night I was in the UK and Harrison FaceTimed me from Tom’s studio in America to have me watch and correct his cooking as he wanted it to be perfect for her; I’ve never seen him so nervous in my life. Fast forward a bit and she found out about this and repeatedly assured him she liked his cooking even when I wasn’t there to help. You could tell she truly meant it too and these two divs were making messes in the kitchen all throughout quarantine (and probably still are) with huge smiles on their faces the whole time. Anyone who thinks he doesn’t smile for her is grossly mistaken. He never fails to be excited or happy to see her. They were probably only apart for like 10 hours when this photo was taken. She’d gotten off early and was able to come after all but hadn’t told him yet so I texted to get an extra cup but wouldn’t say why. When he got back to our seats and saw her, this was his reaction (plus almost spilling the drinks in excitement 🙄). Not only does she make him happier than I’ve ever known him, she’s also an ace of a girl inside and out. 💜

yourusername: Sammy, thank you for this 💜 💜

hazosterfield: thank you mate, these have all made her smile ❤️

tuwaine: 💯

nikkihollandphotography: this is a super sweet photo. ❤️ I seem to have missed something but based on the context I just want to say that @/yourusername sweetheart you are such a wonderful soul and I’ve loved watching you and @/hazosterfield grow together and love each other through the hard times.

yourusername: Nikki thank you so much 💜

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charlottesparrowxx : This is only time you will see photos of just my brother on my page. That’s because this photo shoot was something truly special. Y/n heard from my mum that she wanted new professional photos of Haz and I, so for a gift she paid @/Harryholland64 (there was a LONG argument as he doesn’t want money from friends ever and she refused to not pay for it; in the end she won) to do a session with us for her. As if the gesture wasn’t enough, to illicit a more “authentically detailed smile” as Harry put it, he simply told my brother to pretend Y/n was behind the camera. Idk if it was the idea of her being there or hearing her name that provoked the smile but it worked. I knew before then that my brother had fallen head over heels in love with her but this really sealed that. She’s truly a fantastic friend and she’s like a sister to me so I don’t appreciate the comments being made about her. 💜

hazosterfield: Char, thank you ❤️ this was a wonderful example how amazing she is and makes me feel. P.s. to answer your question, it was both 😊

yourusername: I’ve seen these stunning photos (of both you of course) before obviously but I still love them 😍 I never knew the story behind these particular shots though 😭💜

hazosterfield: In case you’re wondering my love, it was both reasons that caused the smile; but they both boil down to you. It’s always you 💜

yourusername: Harrison John Osterfield, my precious baby boy if you don’t stop I’m going to melt 💜😭

philosterfield: an amazing gift ❤️

harryholland64: I knew it’d work. 😌

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hazosterfield: I promised I wouldn’t post until my anger went away and I thought it was something attainable. But I don’t think this burning rage is going to ever leave. She’s my entire world; always has been from the moment she and I met, long before we were even dating. I was this close to posting a response to the comments when she noticed the anger in my eyes and asked what was wrong. She didn’t even know what had happened. I wanted nothing more than to shield her from it but before I could she saw them. There’s no excuse for saying hateful things on the internet to anyone. But my God, YN is the kindest, most generous, open minded, courageous, determined, supportive, hilarious, uplifting, loving, and radiant person. So to say those things to someone like her is just infuriating. Not to mention, she’s not only the love of my life and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, she’s also my best friend and confidant and I wouldn’t be the man I am today without her. She’s been there through it all. She took the first flight out and flew across the world to comfort me and be there for me when my father passed despite her having her own responsibilities. She was there holding me together when my dog had to be out to rest. It’s not just the big things , she’s there even if I just had a long day at work or woke up cranky. At the end of the day, she knows I love her and I know she loves me so nothing anyone says or does will change that. Nevertheless, as you’ve seen today, even though we never asked them to, if you make hateful comments about my beautiful soulmate you will have but just me but countless friends and family to answer to. Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, my dearest angel, I love you more than life itself and promise to make sure you never begin to believe any of the nasty and untrue things ignorant people dare to say about you or us. 💜

samholland1999: seems like a good reason to break a promise, this was adorable Haz. This photo is fire YN

hazosterfield: technically I didn’t break the promise, I asked her if I could post something yet and she said as long as I wasn’t as angry as I was early; then she went back to sleep ☺️ I’m hoping her headache is gone when she gets up 🥺 I’m still angry but not as much, you guys helped with that mate ❤️ and she’s always breathtaking 😍

yourusername: Harrison f’n Osterfield I’m crying, I love you so unbelievably much😭💜 I seriously have the best boyfriend in the universe. Hazzy, get in here and cuddle please 🤗💕

tuwaine: mate I’m tearing up, you two are perfectly made for each other. And she’s killing it again here 🙌

tomholland2013: couldn’t agree more mate, love you both. ❤️ looking good Y/n/n

harryholland64: you two are so lucky to have each other I swear. Judging by the fact Haz is not responding I’m assuming y/n got her requested cuddles 😂

charlottesparrowxx: knowing my brother he probably full on sprinted to the bedroom to comply with her request for cuddles 😝

yourusername: yes Baz I’m getting my cuddles 🥰and Char, Haz says to be quiet (well that was nicer than what he said but I’m not going to say that to you) 😂💜

philosterfield: I love you both, when you’re ready for a video call, I’d like to chat with you both ❤️

hazosterfield: we love you too mum, we’ll call you in a bit ❤️

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yourusername: I’m reposting these first two photos because he’s jaw droppingly (yes I know that’s not an adjective but I don’t care) gorgeous and the hateful comments towards me don’t change that. I mean, damn right?

When I posted these first two this morning, I captioned it in a way that clearly upset some people. For those of you who missed it before I deleted the post, it said “he’s always gotta pose, I just wanted a soft smiley photo smh, he’s still gorgeous though so I goes it’s okay💜🤷‍♀️” and within less than an hour, people were commenting hateful things. I’m not here to whine or draw more attention to them. If you don’t like me or what I post or say, feel free to not follow me. I won’t be offended or hurt, I don’t need your presence to feel good about myself. Especially when you’re here to simply drag me down, compare me to others, or say my loving boyfriend doesn’t love me. Who even does that? I could go on and on about how/why this behavior is not acceptable but that’s not the point of this post. Just know your comments aren’t going to hurt me. I know my worth and love myself even if you can’t. And even on days where my confidence is lower or faltering I have the world’s best support system and hype team imaginable. The rest of this post is to focus on them, hence the photos💜 (I couldn’t decide the order of this so Haz suggested I do it in order of who posted first to make it easy💕)

Harry, you are one of my closest friends and have always supported me no matter what it is I am doing. You were also -queue the boys’ arguments to start again on this- the one who helped the most when I moved from the US to join you all in the shared house during COVID and then again when Haz and I moved into our own place. You and Haz are tied for best photographer as you both manage to find random times to get photographs of me that boost my confidence. 💜📷

Momma P/Phil, you truly are like a second mom to me and instantly welcomed me into your life and family; no words can describe how much that meant to me. You’ve supported Harrison and I’s relationship from the very start and still do. I promise to continue to always do my best to give your son the love he deserves 💜🌸

Tuwaine, you never fail to make me laugh even on bad days. You’ve also, unprovoked, elected to take the position of my personal bodyguard when Harrison isn’t around or is busy. I still remember you literally lifting me off the ground to get me away from a creepy guy at the pub on main my first year here while Haz and Tom were getting our table more drinks. Whether it is physically protecting me like that or defending me against people online, I know you’re there 💜💂‍♂️

Tom, gotta start with the obvious and thank you again for introducing Harrison and I. Even though you knew before Haz and I were ready to admit there was something more than friendship between us, you didn’t know upon first introductions so I have to thank you for making that seemingly unimportant (at the time) decision years ago as it was the best thing to happen to me and also prompted me meeting the rest of the boys. You became a friend instantly on set and I will always be grateful that we’re friends superstar 💜🤩

Sam, you’re the most laidback and calming presence in the group (apart from Haz but that’s mostly in relation to me not in general) and a place I can always turn to for advice or a sounding board. As with the others, you’ve been there for me more times than I can count. 💜👨‍🍳

Nikki, First I’m sorry I was told there isn’t a photo of you with Haz or all the boys -we need to change that 😉-. But, I have to say thank you for always having my back against a house full of boys (even if it had to be virtually at the time) and always keeping me posted about the stupid things my boyfriend and your sons did while I was in the US. 💜⛲️

Charlotte beautiful, you’ve become like a little sister to me and I love that. I always cherish the girl’s dates with you and momma P. Thank you for being such a positive presence and always encouraging me when I’m anxious. 💜👗

Harrison John Osterfield I don’t even know where to start. My special prince you are my best friend, my rock, and the best golden retriever boyfriend🥰. Hazzy, you should know firsthand how long I could make this but due to the character limit I’ll keep it brief and verbally continue my rambling instead 😘 Even when we were literally worlds apart, you were always there for me through everything. If something happened while apart, you’d fly to me asap and if I convinced you not to (rarely worked you stubbornly protective pain 💕) you’d still demand we FaceTimed even if I looked like a raccoon. You can always fix any mood I’m in and make me smile and feel better. I love your fantastic sense of humor and how down to earth you are. I promised brief so gorgeous thank you for being so protective and loving all these years 💜🌍

Thank you all so freaking much for everything and for always loving and supporting me , I have the best support system even after moving countries and I’m so grateful 💜 love you all sm.

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hazosterfield: I’m so pleased knowing that our mates and family will always keep you safe and happy even if I’m not around to do it. Mates, thank you for this, whether these posts (to the point she asked if I told you guys to post and I told her I didn’t even have to), shielding her from the aggressive paparazzi, or other concerning situations. I don’t care if it is verbally/emotionally supportive or physically like Tuwaine (thanks again mate) at the bar. I know no matter where she is, who she’s with, or what happens she’s always got a team ready to help her ❤️ And to my wickedly smart and stunningly gorgeous princess, you never cease to make my eyes water with your thoughtful words and behaviors. I love you always darling and will always have your back 💜😘

nikkihollandphotography: we can certainly fix that, as long as you’ll be in the photo too as I need a photo with you too ❤️

tuwaine: hahahahaha I REMEMBER that! I will always do that when warranted. At least now you won’t scream in my ear to put you down because you know I won’t drop you 😂

samholland1999: How has no one commented on their individualized emojis? Y/n/n you’re seriously the sweetest person to exist, I’ll have your back forever 🙂

tomholland2013: introducing you two back when he was my PA and you were helping the crew on set was the best thing for all of us y/n/n as you’re a light for us all ❤️

charlottesparrowxx: love you sis, I’m here if you need to talk 💛

harryholland64: you’re the best for letting me take your picture whenever. If we want to talk about stubbornly protective, that’s not just Haz with you but you with Haz when it comes to me and that mates’ jokes but we know Haz loves you for it and at the end of the day I suppose it’s sweet. 🤷

philosterfield: I accepted you into our family right away because of who you are. You don’t need to promise me to that you’ll take care of my boy, I already know it and see that ❤️

hlastnameboys_: we love you y/n thank you for not giving up on us all because of a few 💙

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piscesparker · 3 years

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The one where Tom finds out H.O

Holland!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, typos

Secret. That was one way to describe your relationship with Harrison. It all started as casual flirting and mutual pining which led to having a six month relationship which no one knew about, it was a bit fun at first the endless sneaking around and stolen kisses made the two of you realize that you couldn't live without each other.

It was just another day when you and Harrison were care free, cuddling on the couch thinking you had the whole house to your selves. "This is so nice," You hummed contently as you snuggled in his chest, "I wish we could stay like this forever."

"I wish for that too darling." Your boyfriend agreed, stoking your hair, "I'm scared of how Tom would react to us dating but we will tell him soon okay?" He said kissing your temple.

Suddenly your loving moment was interrupted by the sound of the door being slammed, startling the both of you and resulting you to fall on the floor. "Nope, it's not here." You exclaimed as you saw Tom approaching the two of you. "Oh darn it." Harrison played along.

"Hey Tom." you greeted him.

"What are you two doing?" Tom asked.

"I was just searching for..."

"Her scarf, she was searching for her scarf." Harrison finished your sentence, Tom eyed you suspiciously. "How about we go search your room?" He suggested, you nodded and made an bee line to your room. Before Harrison could follow you Tom called him back, "Mate I was thinking it's been an awful lot time since you've dated ya know so I got you a date for you tonight." He said shoving a piece of paper in Harrison's hand. "I'm not really interested right now, but I'll let you know if I do thanks bro." The blond replied and bolted to your room.

"What took you so long?" You whisper-yelled as Harrison entered your room.

"Sorry Tom was trying to set me up with someone." Harrison shrugged and walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you, "but I told him I wasn't interested."

"Harrison what are you doing? Tom could walk in anytime." You warned him trying to get out of his grip but he didn't budge.

"I don't care, I love you and I want to hold you and kiss you whenever I want. I'm not scared of anyone it's you and me against the world baby." He smiled and kissed you lovingly making you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, the two of you being in the moment with each other.

"Hey Haz I need that- What the hell! Get off my sister!" Tom walked in and pulled your lover away from you.

"Tom stop!" You begged as he fisted Harrison's collar.

"I thought you were best friend! How could you do this to my sister?" The brunette raged, ready to throw a punch. You separated the two of them and stood in between them, "Stop okay! We aren't fooling around, I really love him and he makes me so happy the last thing I need is for you not to be in favor of us." You held on to Tom's hand as you spoke, "Please."

"It's true Tom I love her." Harrison said, backing you up.

"I'm just messing with you guys!" Tom laughed and hugged the two of you catching you off guard. "I've known for sometime now."

"What? How?"

"You guys aren't the best secret keepers, but I'm so happy for you guys."

"You are?" You and Harrison said in unison, he nodded.

"I really thought you'd be mad because I was having sex with your sister." Harrison laughed as your eyes widened with fear, Tom having a similar expression as you.

"What?" Tom asked calmly. The minute Harrison reassessed his words he realized what he said, "I'll see you tomorrow love." Harrison said pecking your cheek and dashing out the door, Tom following suit.

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spideyssunshine · 5 months

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please send me requests!!

i write for:

tom holland

mcu peter parker

harrison osterfield

harry holland

sam holland

lots of love, chris 💝

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petersasteria · 3 months

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Hey 👋

I love your Haz fics. Wedding and Leave made me think that I was the one who broke up with Haz (despite never ever being in a relationship lol).

Hope you have a good day/night!

aww thank you, anon!! i really appreciate it <3

haz masterlist

#k answers her asks #anon #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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No More First Dates

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping

Summary: Harrison is upset when (y/n) tells him about an upcoming date. Worried for her, he sets out to make sure the date doesn't happen.

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“Is (y/n) here yet?” Harrison asked hopefully as he entered Tom’s home.

Tom nodded, “Yeah, she’s out back with Tessa.”

His eyes lit up, making Tom smirk, “I’ll go join her.”

“Of course you will,” Tom rolled his eyes, “You know, you could just ask her out or something.”

“Don’t say it so loud,” Harrison bit back.

“She’s in the backyard mate, she’s not gonna overhear us,” Tom chuckled at his panic.

“Shove it,” Harrison snapped as he slipped out the back door.

“Hey guys,” she beamed at them, cuddling up to Tessa affectionately.

“Hi pet,” Harrison smiled back at her, “How was work?”

“Boring, oh except the new boy, Owen,” her face lit up suddenly, obviously excited about what she had to share, “He asked me out.”

Harrison was too in shock to speak, leaving Tom to carry on the conversation, “Like on a date date, or just a getting to know each other date?”

“Well definitely more of a getting to know each other date,” she clarified, “Oh, so I can’t hang out this Friday by the way.”

“You said yes?” Harrison frowned.

She nodded, “Yeah, he seems cool so far so I figure I’ll give it a shot.”

“You barely know him,” he argued, “I mean he could be a total creep.”

“Well I’m going out with him to get to know him better,” she rolled her eyes, “You guys don’t need to worry, we’re going out in public. I’ll text one of you when I leave and get home and all that. You don’t need to worry about me, I know how to be safe.”

Harrison shook his head and scoffed, “This is still way too fast, you just barely met him.”

“Haz,” Tom scolded, “They’re just getting to know each other.”

“I know, I know,” he insisted, “I’m just looking out for (y/n).”

“I’m not gonna marry him or something,” (y/n) assured, “And if things get serious I’ll introduce you guys and you can vet him and everything, but right now it’s just a date.”

It was serious, at least to Harrison, it was beyond serious, and completely unacceptable. He dwelled on it all night, wondering what she could possibly see in this other man that made her so into him. He was uncharacteristically quiet, only really speaking when (y/n) addressed him. Tom could tell Harrison was still thinking about it, even after (y/n) went home.

“Mate you’ve got to let it go, they’re just getting to know each other,” Tom tried to assure him, “I’m sure she’d go on a date with you too if you asked.”

“She doesn't need to go on a date with him to get to know him,” he snapped back.

“No, but that’s what you do when you’ve got romantic intentions with someone. If you don’t want her to date other guys you’ve got to show her that you're interested.”

“I did!”

Tom went wide eyed, “You told her you’re into her?”

“Well, no, not exactly that,” Harrison blushed, “We hooked up.”

“You hooked up and you never told me?!”

“Yeah, about a month ago. I didn’t want to say anything until she and I talked about it but now she’s going on a date with some asshole from work,” he scoffed.

“Did you try to bring it up?”

“No, I figured she’d just bring it up when she was ready.”

“That’s the fucking problem div,” Tom groaned, “Harrison if you just talk to her I’m sure this whole thing will work itself out.”

Harrison stayed quiet for a moment, “I bet he’s an asshole.”

“Probably, and she’ll probably drop him the second she knows you’re interested.”

“I’ll talk to her,” he assured, “At least about dropping him.”

Tom just sighed, “You’re hopeless.”

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Harrison rapped at (y/n)’s door, bouncing on his heels nervously while he waited for her to answer. The door swung open and she smiled brightly at him, unaware of how nervous he was. He’d decided that morning he was going to confess, or at least convince her to cancel the date, he’d do whatever it took.

“Oh hey,” she cocked her head in confusion, “What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to stop by, I should have texted you, sorry.”

“No problem,” she assured, opening the door for him, “Come on in, I’m just going through my clothes.”

“Sounds fun,” he chuckled, “Need a hand?”

“Oh sure,” she blushed, “I was trying to find something for my date.”

“Oh,” his smile dropped instantly as they entered her room, “You’re still doing that?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, “But I can’t figure out what to wear.”

“Can’t you just wear jeans or something?” he pursed his lips.

She rolled her eyes, “Come on Haz, it’s a first date, I wanna dress up a little.”

“Where is he even taking you anyway?”

“We’re just going out for dinner.”

“How original,” he rolled her eyes as she plucked a dress out of her closet.

“What’s your problem?” she frowned at him, “That’s a perfectly normal first date.”

“I just think you deserve a little more than perfectly normal,” he scoffed.

“I know you’re trying to look out for me but I promise he’s a good guy Haz,” she held the dress up to her chest, examining herself in the mirror, “What do you think of this one?”

“It’s pretty,” he confirmed, “But don’t you think it’s a little revealing?”

She whipped around to face him, “Harrison you have seen me go out in way less than this. And since when do you care about how revealing my clothes are anyway?”

“I don’t,” he flushed, “But I don’t want him to get the wrong idea about you.”

She rolled her eyes, “Okay whatever you're implying, you better stop right there. It’s my body and I’m gonna wear whatever I want and if you’ve got a problem with it then too bad. I’m not giving any kind of ideas just by wearing a short dress.”

“I wasn’t trying to say that,” Harrison groaned, “I just haven’t met him, I don’t know what kind of guy he is, I don’t know if he’s safe. I don’t want you out there with some creep.”

Her expression softened, “Haz I appreciate you looking out for me, but I promise he’s a really nice guy.”

“Well how am I supposed to know that?” he challenged, “Look why can’t you just wait a little longer? Introduce us first, let us check him out, this is all moving way too fast.”

“I’m going on the date so I can get to know him, this is super casual right now,” she explained once again, “If things get more serious I’ll introduce you guys, but until then I just need you to trust my judgement. I’m not jumping into anything, just getting to know him.”

“You don’t have to do that by dating him,” he argued.

“Why is it such an issue for me to go on a date?” she questioned, “I mean seriously Haz, it’s one date, why are you so worked up?”

“Because I’m worried about you!” he flushed, “What if he’s a serial killer or something?!”

He was worried about her safety, but much less than he was worried about her falling for someone else. Someone who wouldn’t love her as much as he did, someone who would never be able to give her what she deserved. He just couldn’t stand the thought of someone else stealing her away.

“You don’t need to worry, I’m not gonna do anything stupid,” she assured, “We will stay in public the whole time and then I will come home. I really do appreciate that you’re trying to look out for me and everything, but you need to drop it alright?”

He sighed and leaned back on his hands, “I don’t wanna drop it.”

“Harrison he’s a totally normal dude,” she groaned, “Can we please move on?”

"Why him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why him?” he repeated, “I mean why are you into him? What makes him so special?”

“Nothing, I just think he’s cute and I’m giving it a shot, and I’m not explaining that to you again,” she warned, “So you need to drop it now.”

He pursed his lips, knowing he wouldn’t be able to let it go he started again, “Why not me?”

She froze, “You?”

He nodded, “We’ve done stuff, and we actually know each other, so why not me? Why him?”

“You never brought it up again,” she flushed and cleared her throat as she tried to turn her attention back to her closet.

“Neither did you,” he reminded, seizing her wrist so she’d be forced to face him.

“You ran out that morning and never said a word about it,” she snapped, “It was pretty clear you thought it was a mistake.”

“I was nervous,” he corrected, “I didn’t think it was a mistake.”

“Well neither did I, but it didn’t seem like you were interested so I moved on.”

Her lips were just as soft and sweet as he remembered, the same intoxicating, indescribable feeling he knew he’d never be able to get enough of overtook him the second they were pressed to his.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything but I love you so much.”

She flushed and sat down on the edge of her bed, “Haz this is a lot.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overwhelm you,” he sat next to her with a frown, he understood feeling overwhelmed, his feelings for her overwhelmed him all the time, “I’ve been too scared to say anything, but the thought of you with someone else drives me crazy. I’m sorry it took this for me to spit it out.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” she assured, “I mean obviously I’m into you too, but I think I just need a little bit to process this.”

“That’s alright, I’m happy to wait,” he set his hand on hers with a smile, “We can put on a movie or something?”

She shook her head, “I think I just want to be alone tonight.” “(y/n) I’m sorry I-”

She cut off his apology almost instantly, “Haz I’m not upset, I just wanna think this over before making any decisions. I promise I’ll call you tomorrow and we can talk it over alright?”

He nodded, a wave of relief flooded over him, “Yeah, I can do that. You know I love you right?”

She smiled and pulled him in for a hug, “I know, I love you too.”

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Harrison had been buzzing all day, he was on cloud 9 knowing that his feelings were reciprocated. Best of all, he knew it meant she’d be meeting him at Tom’s house for their normal Friday night hangout, no date. He had hoped she’d call him before he headed over, but he didn’t think much of it when she hadn’t, figuring it’d just slipped her mind. He was beaming ear to ear when he arrived at Tom’s house, making Tom suspicious about what had him in such a good mood.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“Is (y/n) here yet?” Harrison peaked around for her as he entered the home, “Out back with Tess?”

“No, she’s not coming, she’s got that date,” Tom reminded, raising a brow at Harrison’s odd behavior, “You alright mate? I was kind of expecting you to show up all pissy…”

“Well I would have, but (y/n)’s not going on the date,” he beamed proudly, “We talked it over last night.”

“What does that mean?”

“I told her how I feel, she said she felt the same but she needed a little time but she promised she’d call me tonight and we’d talk,” he explained, “Isn’t that great?”

Tom smiled and squeezed his shoulder, “About fucking time you div, I’m glad you finally said something. She called it off with him then?”

“Well she didn’t say that, but I don’t see why she wouldn’t.”

“Alright, well she didn’t tell me she was coming over, but maybe she just decided she still wanted to stay home or something,” he shrugged.

Harrison frowned, “I’ll call her, no reason she should spend Friday night alone.”

“You sure that’s a good idea mate?” Tom questioned, “You said she asked for some time.”

“It’s been a whole day,” he laughed, “I’m just gonna ask her if she wants to come over.”

“Okay, I mean if you think it’s fine, but I think you should wait.” Harrison rolled his eyes, “Well I know her better than you do,” he stepped into the backyard for a bit of privacy. He bounced on his heels while he waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” he smiled happily at the sound of her voice, “Did you want to come over to Tom’s tonight? We don’t want you to spend the night alone.”

She frowned, “Harrison I have that date tonight.” His heart dropped, “What?”

“It’s tonight, I was gonna call you aft-”

“You’re still going?”

“Well yeah, I wasn’t gonna cancel like the day of, that’s rude.”

“So?” he snapped, “What about last night?”

“It had nothing to do with our talk Haz, I’m just being courteous because I still have to work with this guy. I’ll call you when I get back okay?’

“I-I wanna see you,” he blurted out nervously, “We need to talk about this, in person.”

She sighed, “I mean that’s fine, I’m not supposed to meet him until 7 so you could come by for a bit, but there’s really not anything to talk about Haz, I’m just being polite.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he shoved his phone into his pocket before stomping inside, heading straight for the front door.

“Woah woah, where are you going?” Tom grabbed his shoulder, “What happened?”

“I just need to go talk to her,” he explained, “I’m sure we’ll be back soon, I’ll text you.”

“O-Okay,” Tom was puzzled, “Are you sure you wanna go over there? You seem pretty angry. Why don’t we talk about it first?”

Harrison shook his head, “No, no, I just need to talk to her.” Harrison sped to her house as quickly as he could, his stomach flip flopped nervously as he pounded on her door. He knew if they just talked about it she’d understand, and she wouldn’t care about the date anymore.

“Jesus christ Haz, I’m not deaf,” she chuckled as she opened the door.

“You can’t go on that date.”

“Oh I’m good Haz, how are you?” she rolled her eyes as he entered the home.

He shot her a glare, “What about us?”

“Well I wanted to have that talk later tonight,” she sighed, a light blush spreading across her cheeks, “I was a little worried because after we hooked up I thought you weren’t interested, and that really hurt. But I’m really into you, and I wanna give it a try if that’s what you want.”

“Of course that’s what I want,” a smile came to his lips as he took her hands in his, “I want that more than anything. But you can’t go on this date with him.”

“It’ll be a few hours at the most, we’re just gonna grab dinner and I’ll come home,” she assured, “I just don’t want to make it awkward between us because I still have to work with him. It’s nothing more than that.”

He shook his head, “You don’t know that, you could fall for him.”

“I’m not gonna fall for him in two hours,” she laughed, “Harrison I get why you don’t like it, but I’m just gonna go and explain the situation. Then he’ll understand why I’m not interested and that’ll be the end of that, alright?”

He knew she was trying to help but it only fueled his anger, he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else being with her. Not even for a night.

“No, you can’t go. Please, just cancel it.”

“I’m not cancelling a half hour before we’re supposed to go out,” she frowned, “And you’re not gonna boss me around like that. I explained my reasoning to you and that’s that, so I’m gonna go and then we can meet back up after. I think you need to cool off a bit anyway.”

He shook his head, “I said no, you’re not going.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and pulled away, “You should go Harrison, I’ll call you when I get home.”

“You said you loved me, you can’t go out with him, please,” he pleaded again, “Just stay here instead.”

“No,” she shook her head, “Look you’re freaking me out, I’m leaving, maybe you should go talk to Tom about it or something.”

“Don’t leave,” he grabbed her wrists again, holding her in place as she tried to leave, “I’m sorry, I’m just worried about you. I mean what if you reject him and he freaks out or something?”

“That’s why I’m doing it in public,” she frowned as she tried to pull away again, “Harrison let go of me.”

“I can’t, not if you’re going to go out with him.”

“Let go of me now,” she said more sternly, trying once again to pull him away, “Seriously Harrison, you’re scaring me.”

Anxiety was swelling in his stomach, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to hurt her of course, but he couldn’t bear letting her leave, he was sure something awful would happen if she did.

“I’m sorry.”

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(y/n) head throbbed against her skull as she forced her eyes open. Her room came into focus slowly, she found her hands tied above her head, securing her to her bed frame. She tugged against them but the bindings wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Harrison warned, his voice came out broken and scratchy.

She looked over to him, seated at her desk, he’d obviously been crying, “Haz?”

It all came back to her slowly as he stood up. He came to sit beside her on the bed, his face falling as she tried to scoot away from him.

“I won't hurt you,” he tried to assure, “I didn’t mean to hurt you earlier, I just wanted you to stay.”

“You tied me to my bed!”

“I’ll let you down soon,” he promised, “I just needed to make sure you wouldn’t try to leave again.”

“Harrison you have to let me go,” she tried to reason, “I know this isn’t you, we can get you help.”

“I don’t need help, I just need you, I need us,” he brushed her hair off her face.

“Haz please, let me down, let me help you.”

“I’m helping you, I’m keeping you safe,” he kissed her forehead as tears began rolling down his cheeks, “I love you so much, I just want what’s best for you.”

“This isn’t best for me, even if you keep me here I’ll never be happy, please,” she pleaded, “Harrison I love you, I’m not gonna leave you but you need help. We can still put this behind us, we can figure out what’s wrong.”

She feared he’d keep her there forever, or do something much worse. Harrison was usually the calmest person she knew, she’d never seen him so unstable. She was scared for both of them.

“You can be happy with me,” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than her, “We can be happy together.”

“Haz please.”

“We have to be together, I’ll die without you,” he cupped her face as he watched her eyes grow glossy, “Please don’t cry pet, I can’t handle watching you cry.”

She tried to hold herself together, “Just let me go Harrison, we can talk about this. You don’t have to feel like this.”

He pressed his lips to her forehead and closed his eyes, “Just a little longer pet, I can’t let you go until I know you’ll stay, that’s the only way you’ll be safe okay?”

She said nothing as he wrapped his arms around her. Both sat teary eyed, fearful of what was yet to come.

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bigilante · 3 years

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— 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 ❣ 𝕙.𝕠

⌜mature content • minors do not interact⌟

「 contents: mature language + handjob ━━━━━ word count: 2.4k 」

: a.n : hiya! it's been long since i last posted something but here i am! this is my entry for @worldoftom's lolbrosgetsicktoo writing challenge. be gentle with me please, i'm really awkward writing in second person but i really wanted to make this gender-neutral.

: prompt : Harrison injures his right hand. He’s sexually frustrated, and his left hand just isn’t doing the job. Reader notices something is up with her poor roommate, and asks if there’s anything she can do to help. Even though they haven’t been anything more than friends up to this point, reader offers to “give him a hand,” or whatever of her other body parts he likes.

For two weeks Harrison had had his right hand clasped in a splint from taking a rather nasty fall from his skateboard. The night he had come home from the park with his jeans ripped on the knees and his hand clutched to his chest you hadn’t wasted a second to start taking the piss out of him at the clear picture of him eating shit at the skatepark but when he let out a pained groan after trying to take his jacket off your laughter died down and worry settled on the pit of your stomach.

His hand turned out to be badly sprained and well, the next couple of weeks had been spent in him trying to navigate his days with his non-dominant hand and with the initial panic of your roommate hurting himself gone you resumed the lighthearted piss-taking. Although he laughed with you at the jokes you made you could see how it really bugged him that he wasn’t as useful and agile with his right hand being in mandatory rest. “Told you, H. Whatever you have trouble with I can give you a hand.” You reminded him waving both your hands in front of you in a somewhat mocking manner.

“Yeah, heard you the first time.” He grumbled while struggling to button up his dress shirt. “Damn it.” The blonde cursed under his breath when his fingers seemed to not be working properly. That was enough for you to put your cup of tea down on the breakfast bar to walk up to him taking over the task he was growing frustrated with. He sighed defeated, letting his hands drop to his sides allowing you to close his shirt for him.

“Really, Harrison. I don’t mind helping you out.” The reassurance prompted Harrison to nod in understanding, running his fingers through his hair clearly irked by his situation. As if after you repeating it ninety-nine times before hadn’t sunk into his brain until the hundredth. “There you go, all done.” You patted his chest a couple of times then stepped back away from him to grab your mug again watching him leave the flat in a hurry after thanking you. You had been joking about what happened to him but you really felt bad for him, Harrison was a very active and independent guy who rarely asked for help and now that he was close to useless at doing simple tasks you could see how much it troubled him.

In the evening when he returned home he headed directly to the bathroom barely uttering a greeting back when you welcomed him, the sound of the running water splashing around let you know he was running a bath, you sighed at the fact that he had beaten you to run one for yourself though you were still busy making dinner for the both of you you didn’t duel much on it. About thirty minutes had passed since he went in for his bath and you figured it’ll be enough time for him to be about done with it to come out and eat, hence you walking up to the end of the hallway to knock on the door to make him aware that the food was ready.

However, the noise of water splashing a bit too aggressively accompanied by Harrison’s angry cursing made you believe something was wrong. With not much time to think you tried for the door and found it unlocked, swinging it open swiftly. “Are you okay!?” You asked in a panic, eyes wide when you saw the walls dripping and the floor flooded with soapy water. “Are you hurt?” You insisted, daring to step inside the room, bare feet coming in contact with the wet ground making comical splashing sounds.

“Yeah-no. I just…” He frantically tried to gather the few bubbles that floated on the scarcely-filled tub, bringing them closer to his body to cover himself a little.

“You just what, H?” Your voice still held concern and he noticed, finally looking up at you with seemingly pleading eyes. “You need help with your back or what is it?”

“No, y/n.” He huffed, brushing his wet hair back with his splinted hand wincing a little with the action. “This time you really can’t help me, alright? Just, let me get dressed.”

“Harrison, I told you I don’t mind help—” You started but was soon cut by the blonde’s voice rising above his usual level.

“I need a wank! That’s what I need. And my fucking left hand ain’t cutting it anymore.” Harrison blurted out a bit worked up, breathing heavily with cheeks burning hot showing in a bright crimson colour that stood out against his milky skin. Your mouth closed immediately after he acknowledged his problem, a warmth crept up your neck settling comfortably on the apples of your cheeks as your fingers toyed aimlessly with the hem of your oversized bed t-shirt. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, he had thrown his head back on the edge of the tub and covered his eyes with his injured hand while the other was under the water.

The way the muscles of his arm were flexed made the heat of your cheeks travelled to new places that could be labelled as inappropriate. Boldly, you stepped further into the room your steps marked by the sloppy meeting of them with the soaked tiles, not knowing exactly how you conjured the confidence to do so. “I-I don’t mind... helping,” You stuttered out, stopping right by his side. Wide eyes hanging on the young man’s hidden face that was instantly revealed as soon as those words left your lips.

“What!? Don’t be silly, y/n. I could never ask you to do that.” He sat up, making starts to get up but you stopped him by placing a hand on his bare shoulder keeping him inside the tub.

“You’re not asking, I’m offering.” You gave him a sincere smile, irises dancing between his crystal clear ones as you waited for him to accept or decline your proposal. Harrison’s teeth clenched as he swallowed thickly making his jawline look even sharper. When he delayed in giving you an answer you felt as if you had overstepped his boundaries and panic began to invade you fast.

“Okay.” He agreed with a nearly imperceptible wobble in his voice. “But don’t look at it. It’ll make me feel less guilty if you don’t know what it looks like.” The chuckle he let out was nervous and awkward, causing you to match it with one of your own as you nodded your head.

“Okay, I won’t look.” You declared, pressing your lips together before sinking to your knees right beside the bathtub sitting comfortably on your folded legs. Taking in a deep breath you reached for his left forearm with your right hand, eyes focused on the edge of the porcelain trying your best not to look down as you let your hand trail down his arm ultimately meeting his own hand under the lukewarm water. “Let go.” In a soft voice, you requested. Harrison exhaled through his nose prompting you to shift your gaze from the tub to his face, sending him a reassuring nod and a faint smile, those sufficient for him let you hold him inhaling a tad sharply when you did.

With your hand now wrapped around his girth, you started to give him slow and long rubs with a fairly firm grip. Since your eyes were still on him you saw him sigh, momentarily closing his eyes with the first few strokes, his lips pressed together as he breathed through each caress you provided. It was hypnotising seeing him in that way: head thrown back, eyes closed, flushed face, brows pinched together; adding to all of that he was completely naked and splattered with water droplets. Your tongue darted out to wet your suddenly dry lips, swallowing thickly at the scene in front of you, subconsciously your grasp on the man’s erection tightened enough to make him let out an involuntary moan that echoed throughout the tiled room, travelling through your ears and finding a new home deep inside your brain.

Again, —you thought— do it again. You now craved his pleasure noises, with a new goal you lifted yourself from your sitting position back into your knees so you could move your arm at a faster pace, wrist twisting every now and again succeeding at drawing more moans out of your roommate. A whimper left your throat when your arm started to grow tired from the motion and the pressure of the ceramic edge underneath it prompting Harrison’s eyes to shoot open and you swore you felt him twitch against your palm. “S-sorry, my arm got sore.” You let out an embarrassed laugh when your eyes met his, your whole face burning hot.

The aching of your arm combined itself with the soreness of your knees forcing you to stand up and let go of Harrison in the process, with little time to think twice you swung your leg over the edge of the bathtub soon followed by the other before you found a comfortable new position straddling the blonde’s bare thighs. The weight of you coming into the water raised the level of it, permitting it to soak the bottom half of your top, Harrison’s eyes never left your figure as you moved that much closer to him, his stomach was a little sucked in as if he was holding in his breath. “Is this okay?” You quizzed, noting that you sitting on him might be too much.

“Ye-yeah.” He breathed out in a hurry. You proceeded to resume your ministrations now with a better angle and an additional hand to give your right one a minute of rest. The movement of the water around you both and Harrison’s heavy breathing was the only things that could be heard in the bathroom of your quiet flat. The view was intoxicating; chiselled chest heaving, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, jaw slacked, pink lips parted and eyes screw shut. You found it next to impossible to reap your gaze from the guy in front of you, the way he was reacting to your touch was rapidly becoming your favourite thing and you wanted more of him, your thighs tightened over his when he let out a particularly loud moan and you had to blink a few times to try and restore your morality without much success.

“Are you close?” Your voice filled the air around you, it surprised both of you for you didn’t know you had it in you to ask such a question when you were trying to keep your composure in front of the man. Harrison’s eyes were half-opened and on you the second you asked, the intensity of them draw you in closer and closer to his face until your forehead was pressed against his tentatively. Soon his healthy hand was back under the water only this time it landed on your bare thigh gripping it tightly, the simple touch causing your breath to match his ragged one, mixing together from the close proximity of your faces.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” Harrison ordered with a deep groan as his body began to tense up underneath you. You took the cue and doubled your efforts with both your hands subconsciously whispering encouragements eliciting louder moans from him. His poorly hand came up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place —as if you really had the intention to move away— while his high very evidently approached. “Fuck, y/n.” The blue-eyed boy moaned in your face luring a whine out of your throat at the sound of your name being called in such a way.

“Cum for me,” You encouraged him, nudging his nose with yours silently prompting him to look at you, and he did. Hooded eyes fixed on yours mere centimetres away that you could feel his lips ghosting over your own teasingly, warm breath fanning over them. “Harri, c’mon.” A whisper was all you could manage at that moment. Your own throat had grown dry and you had to suppress the mewls that threatened to leave your chest when you started to feel his cock twitching in your hands. A loud grunt got stuck in the man’s throat the moment he toppled over the edge, his length spasming in your grip as you so clearly sensed it unload under the now cool water, the temperature of the liquids contrasting against your skin when his seed landed on your hands as it sank.

Harrison’s body shuddered with each slow stroke you gave him to help him ride his orgasm, moans continued to fall from his parted lips. He swallowed, finally releasing your neck from the clasp to be able to relax back in the tub letting out a long and deep sigh of content. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed the moment he pulled away but it was for the best, you couldn’t be wishing for him to do something for you when you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

That was when it hit you, the position you were in wasn’t appropriate at all, it didn’t matter how willing you were to be his second self surely giving him manual relief was a step too far. So with overwhelming shame, you let go of him, leaning to the side to take hold of the edge of the tub, pulling yourself up to your feet in a daze. The water that dripped down from your soaked t-shirt far too noisy in your ears as they buzzed with the adrenaline that still coursed through your body, the wet fabric sticking to your skin making you self-aware that it was now see-through so you hurried to the railing stuck to the wall and grabbed one of the towels, quickly wrapping it around your waist.

Embarrassed, you started for the door, holding the doorknob ready to leave the room, “Di-dinner’s ready.” You acknowledged shyly, the tremble in your voice giving your remorse away. You frantically shuffled on your feet stepping out of the room and closing the door behind you. There was a weird feeling in the pits of your stomach, you knew you felt embarrassed of what had just happened yet, that wasn’t it, it was almost like a craving. A craving for his touch and that made the shame feel ten times worse. You marched to your room locking yourself in, forgetting about your dinner plate that was sitting on the kitchen counter, your hunger long gone. Though, despite the mortification, there was a new much problematic sort of appetite tingling deep inside you and the throbbing between your legs made it much too hard to ignore.

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cali-holland · 3 years

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An Irregular Romance ★ Harrison Osterfield One Shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Summary: Over five years ago, Harrison followed his heart (a.k.a. you) to drama school, and the day he asked you out was the day he discovered you had a boyfriend. He thought that part of his past was behind him, but then he was cast as Leo in The Irregulars and you were cast as Bea. Romance and shenanigans ensue as he tries to navigate the resurrection of his crush on you.

Word Count: 10k

Warnings: spoilers for The Irregulars, swearing, drinking (reader gets v drunk at one point), cheating boyfriend + “open relationship” drama

Masterlist in bio

*Gif is not mine

A/N: inspired by harrison literally saying he followed the girl he liked to drama school but she didn’t like him back; the drama school is the brit school (idk if that’s what he was talking about but age wise it works better); also darci is 18+ in this fic bc it just fits better to make her around their age; plus i had to re-post this bc the tags didn’t work so rip

also just like to say a massive thank you to @duskholland for proofreading this for me :) you’re the best! this fic would be missing 90% of its commas if it wasn’t for you lmao

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Harrison had been buzzing with excitement all week. While he knew for sure that he had landed the role of Prince Leo in The Irregulars, he had no idea who the other cast members were. His agent learned from Netflix that they’d announce the cast on Saturday, so now here he sat, anxiously awaiting the news as he drank another pint with his good friends.

“Anything yet?” Tuwaine asked, refreshing his Twitter timeline.

“Nope.” Harrison said with a shake of his head as Netflix’s Instagram page remained unchanged as another minute went by.

“Maybe they’re announcing it at midnight.” Tom shrugged, trying to be useful to ease his friend’s nerves.

“Everyone would be asleep.” The blond replied before taking another long drink of his beer.

“Well, congratulations whenever they officially announce it.” Harry stated, standing up with his empty glass. “Next round’s on me.”

The conversation began to wander off, and Harrison found himself deep in thought, pondering his mysterious, new castmates. Would he like them? Would they like him? Were they big names or no names? Were they people he had screen-tested with (because, truthfully, he only screen-tested with a few girls, but even then, he didn’t screen test with all of the potential actresses)? As he got stuck, trying to think of someone he’d actually liked when they screen-tested together, he was snapped out of his thoughts by Tom yelling.

“It’s up!” Tom held his phone in the middle of the table as he, Harrison, Tuwaine, and Harry, who was now back with more beer, looked over the cast. A sense of pride soared through the group at Harrison’s picture and name being on the official Netflix page for The Irregulars. Harrison read over the other names, wondering if he knew any by happenstance. Just as he recognized one name in particular, Tom spoke up.

“Y/N Y/L/N? Isn’t that the girl you fancied in drama school?” Tom asked with a smirk. His smirk seemed to widen as Harrison blushed a deeper shade of red.

“No, no, no!” Harrison grumbled, taking out his phone to look over the post for himself because maybe, if he looked from his own account, the cast would magically change. When he looked at your name and picture right beside his, realization hit him. He slumped over, putting his head down on the table regretfully.

“I’d nearly forgotten about Haz’s girl that wasn’t his girl.” Tuwaine joked.

“Wait, what girl?” Harry questioned, out of the loop.

Perhaps the stupidest but best choice Harrison had ever made in his life was following you, his biggest crush, to drama school. Why his mother even let him chase after a girl like that was beyond him; he thought she should’ve advised him against it, but with the whole “follow your heart” attitude, his mum was his biggest supporter. He did his best to impress you, to get you to notice him, but you were unfazed by him. The day that he finally got the courage to ask you out was the day that he learned you’d had a boyfriend for the past two months.

Though he didn’t get the girl in drama school, he actually enjoyed it, and look where he ended up now— a new Netflix show was on the horizon for him. Despite the fact that he was (and still sort of is) crushed and embarrassed by the fact that you (very kindly) rejected him five years ago, drama school turned out to be a blessing.

“Harrison, here,” Tom laughed as he clapped his friend’s shoulder as Harrison still didn’t lift his head from his pitiful position, “thought he’d pursue acting because Y/N wanted to be an actress. He didn’t realize that in order to get her attention, he’d have to actually talk to her.”

That was enough to make Harrison lift his head, eyeing his friend questioningly. Cutting Tom off, he defended himself, “What do you mean? I did talk to her.”

“Right— you’d have maybe one conversation with her every three weeks.” Tom turned back to his brother, “Anyway, Haz finally asked her out and, turns out, she’d been dating this other guy for months.”

“Whatever. I only asked her out because you and Tuwaine shoved me into her. Maybe she doesn’t even remember me.” Harrison pulled out his phone to check over Netflix’s Instagram, wanting to see for himself the new cast again. When he opened the app, it notified him of all the new followers he had gotten, and, with one glance at the list of names, one account stood out to him.

‘@yourusername started following you’. Harrison let out a sigh, not wanting to dwell on this any further.

“She works fast.” Harry teased, looking over the blond’s shoulder.

“We’re co-stars now. She probably followed everyone else too.”

As if on cue, a new notification came through his Instagram— ‘@yourusername sent you a message’. With bated breath, he opened it to see the message that confirmed his worst fear— you remembered him.

‘Hey stranger! How have you been?’

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With every passing day, Harrison’s excitement for this new big project grew… but so did his dread about seeing you again. He wasn’t entirely sure now as to why his gut was filled with butterflies mixed with anxiety just thinking about you. You were only ever nice to him, both before and after he asked you out. It all led him back to the same conclusion that he still had a thing for you, but yet again, maybe it’s just life that your first real crush always has some power over you.

As he walked down the strangely long hallway to the conference room, he adjusted the collar of his letterman’s jacket. Today was the big day— the first table read for The Irregulars, and the first day he’d be confronted by you after all these years. Just on the other side of this door, his co-stars and the main production crew were waiting. Everything was real now; production would start in just a few days.

With one last nervous breath, he pushed open the heavy oak door and entered the room. People were chatting as they sat around the large conference table, which had small name cards at each seat. Harrison’s eyes found you almost immediately. You were locked into a conversation with your co-star, Darci, seated to your left for the table read. To your right was one of the last available seats, and Harrison’s name was on the little card on the table. All hopes of being unnoticed by you were instantaneously gone as he took his seat beside you.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You said to Harrison with a laugh, and he was instantly reminded of how that laugh basically drove him to where he was today.

“How long has it been?” Harrison asked, trying to play it cool like he hadn’t been rehearsing this day in his mind for the past several months.

“Far too long.” You smiled.

As the last few people trickled into the room, introductions flew around the table as everyone met their new coworkers. After a cold read-through of the script and a few words from the show’s creator, the table read was deemed over. Just when Harrison thought he was free to forget about your existence for a few more days, you pulled him aside.

“Hey, Darci and I were going to get drinks with McKell and Jojo. You should come.” You offered, and Harrison chanced a glance across the room to where Darci was chatting with your other two main co-stars.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Harrison replied. He cleared his throat before giving you a definite nod that yes, that’d be a great idea.

“Perfect.”

And just like that, the five of you made your way across town to a pub. Darci had chosen the spot, explaining that it was the best place for drinks in Liverpool, and, seeing as she’d lived there her whole life, none of you tried to argue with her.

Harrison felt a strange pit in his stomach as everyone talked and laughed over some beers, as if you weren’t all strangers a few hours ago. His eyes always seemed to land on you and your contagious smile. You looked almost exactly how he remembered you, and you still were the same happy, go-lucky girl he’d fallen hard for. It was crazy to him how quickly you gave him butterflies, how effortlessly you made him feel like a silly schoolboy all over again. He couldn’t help but wonder if you thought he’d changed since his school days, too… or if you even thought about him enough to notice. So far, you’d made no indication that he was anyone besides an old friend from drama school, making him hope you didn’t remember that dreadful day.

As you and Darci excused yourself for a bathroom break, Harrison gave himself a little reminder that he was meant to be getting to know all of his co-stars right now and wasn’t meant to be focusing so intently on you. He took another sip of his beer, turning back to Jojo and McKell.

“So how do you and Y/N know each other?” McKell asked, and Jojo tried to hide his shit-eating grin behind his beer.

“Drama school, a few years ago.” Harrison replied, trying to play ignorant.

“Ah, so it’s a schoolboy crush, then?” Jojo questioned teasingly.

Harrison felt his face heat up. Jojo and McKell were practically strangers to him, and they already knew. He was cornered, “Is it that obvious?”

“A little.” McKell said while Jojo simultaneously replied, “Very.”

“Just ask her out.” Jojo encouraged.

“That’s the problem— I did.” Harrison replied, and both of their jaws dropped.

“No way. Did she let you down easy at least?” McKell’s voice was somewhere between a disbelieving, teasing, and pitiful tone.

Harrison scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “Well, yeah? I mean she wasn’t rude about it, but it was still a bit awkward. She was dating this other guy at the time. He didn’t go to our school, though, so I had no clue about him.”

“That’s rough.” Jojo grimaced, before he gave Harrison a hopeful smile, “Maybe she’s single now.”

“I’ve been rejected by Y/N once— I don’t need her to reject me a second time.” He shook his head with a small laugh to conceal his embarrassment. He took a drink of his beer, hoping that would calm his nerves a little.

“Incoming,” McKell said quietly, nodding in the direction of the bathroom.

“What’d we miss?” Darci asked as she slipped back into her seat. You remained standing to put your jacket on, both you and Darci completely unaware of the boys’ conversation.

“Nothing, just Jojo being an idiot.” McKell joked, to which his newfound friend just punched him in the arm, taking another long drink of his beer.

“I think I might head back to the hotel.” Your words were met with a collective groan from three of your co-stars— Harrison silently frowned as he sipped on his beer.

As your head was down to collect your things, Jojo swiftly kicked Harrison under the table. Harrison looked at him quizzically, sending him a “what the hell was that for” look. When his co-star just nodded his head encouragingly towards you, Harrison got the idea.

“I’ll walk you.” Harrison said, making you look over at him. Standing up from his seat, he insisted, “I was just about to head out, too.”

“Okay,” You smiled, still completely unaware of his interaction with Jojo.

After you all exchanged phone numbers and created a group chat lovingly titled “The Irregz”, you and Harrison left the pub. You fell in step together, walking along the sidewalk in the chilly Liverpool air back to the hotel that you’d all be staying at for the next few months.

“So what have you been up to since graduation?” Harrison asked you, his hands deep in the pockets of his letterman’s jacket.

“All sorts of things, really.” You shrugged with a smile, “I got a few TV roles here and there, did some modeling, but so far none of it has really stuck, so I’m hopeful that this will be a foot in the door. What about you?”

“The same as you, really, but, instead of shows, I’ve done some short films.”

“I see you’re still best friends with Tom.” You said in a teasing tone. Harrison felt an unusual, upsetting tug on his heartstring. Not noticing any change in his demeanor, you continued with a laugh, “It’s funny. I would’ve placed my bets on you being world-famous after graduation.”

“Me?” He questioned, surprised by your words.

“Yeah, you didn’t go to LAMDA for nothing.” You playfully nudged his arm with your elbow, and he felt his cheeks heat up once more. “Don’t be modest— I’m not wrong.”

“Can’t argue with that logic.” A laugh passed his lips, any previous bashful reservations slowly fading away.

Before Harrison could say anything further, your phone began to ring. You fished it out of your pocket and barely looked at the caller ID before sending it to voicemail. Your actions were fast, but Harrison still caught the name of who was calling, Davey, followed by a red heart emoji. And that’s when it hit him— you were still with the same boyfriend from drama school, all those years ago.

And just like that, Harrison felt a tsunami wave of heartbreak from drama school wash over him.

“Hey, Y/N!” Harrison called out as he stumbled his way over to stall you from leaving school. He had one hand holding onto his book bag strap tight enough that his knuckles were turning white, and he shuffled his other through his hair.

“Hey, is everything alright?” You asked, concerned at how nervous he seemed.

“Yeah, um, well, tonight’s opening night for West Side Story, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me? I know it’s your favorite play, and it’s one of mine too, so, yeah, I thought maybe we could go together?” He was sure that he’d never sounded so unsure of himself. Truth is, he didn’t want to ask you out right now, but Tom and Tuwaine had quite literally shoved him in your direction, physically encouraging him. He felt rushed and unprepared.

When you smiled so captivatingly and softly at him, he felt his racing heart speed up even more. Was this it? Was he really going to take you on a date? He thought to himself. His hopes weren’t up for long as you spoke up, “I can’t. I’ve already got tickets for tonight. I’m going with Davey.”

“Davey?”

“My boyfriend.” You replied, a hint of guilt in your voice.

His heart shattered. The only reason he was here, at this school, was because of you, and now he just had all of his hopes for any future dates with you thrown out the window.

“You and Davey are still together?” Harrison wondered aloud as you two arrived at the hotel.

“Yeah,” Your response was hesitant and quiet. He knew why— there was that elephant in the room between the two of you.

Before he could stop himself from mentioning it, he blurted out, “You don’t have to feel guilty about it, you know.”

You paused, watching unsure as he ran a hand through his hair nervously. “I kinda wonder what would’ve happened if I had said yes. Davey and I didn’t even end up seeing West Side Story, anyway, so I wonder if you and I would’ve ended up any differently.”

It wasn’t much, but his heart sped up ever so slightly— so you had thought about him, even in the dating context. Harrison couldn’t think of a response (his brain repeated “fuck Davey, ask her out again”) fast enough as you stopped at the front desk. You mumbled something about needing some towels, and Harrison took that as his cue to just continue walking. He bid you a quick farewell, wanting to escape to his room as fast as possible.

Nothing you had said tonight had been particularly flirty, but he still rewound the events in his head because maybe he missed something. As he laid down in his bed that night, his mind drifted off with thoughts of you, wondering just how he’d manage to pull off these next few months without falling for you all over again.

Over the next several weeks, his predicament only seemed to grow. Spending so much time with you (and your other three co-stars) just made Harrison wish even more that he’d asked you out sooner in drama school, and having to spend most of his screen time gawking over you added to it further. Maybe it was another school boy crush, or maybe it was intense method acting— either way, he definitely liked you.

Ever since he read the script for episode four, he knew that eventually your two characters would become romantically involved. He would’ve felt giddy over the thought (because his eighteen-year-old self would’ve died at this opportunity), but whenever he thought of the scene, he was reminded about your boyfriend. Harrison wasn’t the type of guy to hate his crush’s boyfriend, but something just didn’t seem right about Davey.

Harrison was lying on his hotel bed, reading over the episode’s script for what must have been the fifth time through that afternoon. It was Sunday, the day before you’d both film Leo and Bea’s kiss. With a beer on his side table and an array of highlighters beside it, he was set. As the words started to run together, and his glasses began to feel uncomfortable on his nose, he heard a knock at his door.

“Coming!” Harrison called out. Setting his script aside, he rolled off the bed. He was confused at who could possibly be at his door, but, figuring it was someone from set, he had the decency to slip on a white t-shirt, opting for not answering the door in nothing but grey sweats. He was thankful for his last-minute decision as he opened the door and was met with you on his doorstep. Smiling at you and leaning on the doorframe, he let out a small, “Hey.”

“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to rehearse tomorrow’s scene.” You offered with a friendly smile on your face.

“Right now?” He asked, glancing back into his room to decipher if it was clean enough or not.

“Oh, is this a bad time?” You replied, subconsciously stepping back. “Is someone here?”

“What?” Harrison looked at you, confused before it clicked what you thought, “Oh, no, no. There’s no one here. I was just rehearsing, too.”

“So is that a yes then or-?” You trailed off.

“Yeah, come on in.” He opened his door fully, allowing you to step in. He chivalrously closed the door behind you. “Would you like water or anything?”

“Can I have a beer?” You asked, spotting the one on his nightstand.

“Sure.” Harrison nodded. While he got you a beer and grabbed his own half-consumed bottle and script, you settled on the couch with your pages in hand.

“Thank you.” You smiled as he handed you the beer, and you took a sip happily. “You know, I’m honestly so jealous of you this week.”

“Why?” He asked with a laugh, thrown off guard by your confession.

“You get to do all the palace scenes again.”

“I also throw myself off a balcony.”

“But still.” You insisted. “Leo really needs to sneak Bea into the palace just so I can have one of those extravagant ball dress scenes. I just want to feel like a princess, and I feel like it’s what Bea deserves.”

Harrison looked at you admiringly for a moment. “You are a princess.” His face dropped as soon as he realized he’d said his thoughts aloud. Coughing, he tried to cover it up, “I mean—- you were kind of princess-like in episode 3, right?”

“Smooth.” You laughed, but didn’t press the situation. Your phone began to ring, and Harrison watched as you rolled your eyes, declining the call and ultimately silencing your phone.

“Spam call?”

“More like clingy non-committal somewhat boyfriend.” You stated, rolling your eyes.

He furrowed his eyebrows, confused. You hadn’t mentioned Davey in the past few weeks— not that Harrison was complaining, but he just assumed you were private about your personal life. “I thought you and Davey were on good terms?”

“We are? I don’t know.” You sighed, taking a sip of your beer.

“If you’re not comfortable with the topic, we can just rehearse-”

“No, it’s fine. I just haven’t really talked about it with anyone. Before I came here, he asked about having an open relationship while I’m away, and I told him no. And the last time we talked, we got into an argument and that was a couple days ago. I’m not ready to talk to him, and at this point, I’d much rather talk to you than him. It’s very frustrating that he wants to have an open relationship, but he still expects me to be at his beck and call. It’s like he’s looking for someone to substitute me, but I can’t have a life of my own. He wasn’t the most supportive of me taking this job in the first place, too.” You paused, with a small shrug, “I know you’re probably thinking I should leave him, but I can’t. We’ve been together for 5 years. I don’t know anything else at this point.”

“I get it.” Harrison said softly, hesitantly resting a comforting hand on your knee. “He was your first love. It makes sense that it’s hard to move on.” He felt his own heart sink at his ironic words. After all, you were his first love.

“I wouldn’t say he’s my first love.” You said softly, placing your hand on his, squeezing it gently. “Plus, at this point, I wouldn’t even say I love him.”

A silence fell in the room. Harrison really didn’t know what to say now. He would have told you to leave him, but you already knew that, so what was the point in him repeating it? Besides, it was your relationship, and you needed to make the decision for yourself… or let Davey make it for you.

“Let’s go through the scene, yeah?” You asked, changing the topic. You dropped his hand to pick up your script again.

“Right.” Harrison mumbled to himself, flicking through the pages to the scene.

You glanced around his hotel suite for a moment, looking for something similar to a bridge rail to lean on. “Should we use the kitchen counter? As the bridge rail?”

“Yeah, that works.” He nodded. The two of you got up, scripts in hand. Harrison stood to your right, just as the stage direction had called for. There was some space between the two of you, enough room for Harrison to shuffle closer to you later, as scripted.

“You’re not on your own, Beatrice. You must remember that.” Harrison said to you, leaning on the counter but looking over to you with his icy blue eyes. “You’re very different to anyone I’ve ever met.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, looking at him curiously.

“You have something about you.” He started, awkwardly.

You cut him off, “Like a smell?”

“No, like a quality.” He chuckled softly before continuing, “I don’t know what it is, but I really like it.”

“Well, when you think of it, let me know.”

“I’ll be sure to.” He smiled at you, his confidence slowly building as the scene continued on. Harrison stepped closer to you until he was right beside you, leaning sideways on the counter. “And I’m not saying you don’t smell, by the way. I’m just saying that that’s not the thing.”

You laughed, turning your head away from him in disbelief. “You know, I was thinking of kissing you, but now I’m not gonna.”

Harrison paused, taking a moment to mentally hype himself up for what was about to happen, but also taking a moment because it was scripted for Leo to be nervous. “Well, uh, I suppose I have to kiss you then.”

You turned to him, smiling coyly. Slowly, Harrison closed his eyes and leaned in. His heart started racing faster as he felt your breath fan against his face before his lips finally found yours. It was gentle and hesitant, everything that it had been scripted to be. As much as he wanted to keep kissing you and keep tasting the sweet strawberries of your lipgloss, it had to end. He pulled away after a moment, and you seemed almost breathless as you opened your eyes to see him again.

“I meant it when I said you’re not on your own.” Harrison looked at you with more hesitancy this time, but he still kissed you with the softest passion. The script said that Leo and Bea kiss and continue to kiss for a few seconds; Harrison wasn’t counting, but he was sure this kiss was longer than it was meant to be. Again, he found himself dreading its inevitable end. If there was one thing he could do for the rest of his life, it’d be this… well, this amongst other things with you. His stomach started to stir with guilt as he remembered Davey; you were still technically in a relationship, open or not, arguing currently or not. But then it clicked with Harrison, you weren’t pulling away— no, you were fully kissing him back.

Before he could pull away and end the scene with his last few lines, a knock came from his door. Regretfully, he stepped away from you. He didn’t meet your eye as he went to answer the door while you read over the script on the counter. Flustered, he opened the door.

“Mum! You’re here.” Harrison’s eyes went wide, surprised to see his mother and his sister standing before him.

“Surprise!” She smiled, hugging him almost immediately. “We had to come and see you at your big job.”

“Are you not happy to see us?” Charlotte teased, and Harrison shook his head, pulling her in for a hug. As they all stepped into Harrison’s apartment, you waved from the kitchen.

“Hi.” You smiled, coming over to introduce yourself.

“Oh, mum, Charlotte, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my mum and Charlotte, my sister.” Harrison introduced the three of you.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N from drama school?” Phil said with a smile, making the connection as you shook her hand. Charlotte seemed to stifle a laugh as Harrison’s cheeks heated up.

“Yes, that sounds like me.” You laughed, brushing off any awkwardness that Harrison feared was there. “We were just rehearsing our scene for tomorrow.”

“Maybe we can come to set.” Phil suggested, sending Harrison an expectant look.

“I’ll have to ask. This is so, so last-minute, though, so I don’t know.” He replied.

“It’s a spontaneous weekend trip.” Charlotte clarified.

“We should get some dinner. We haven’t eaten much all day.” Phil told Harrison before turning to you, “Y/N, you should come, too. It’d be so lovely to get to know you.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” You trailed off, glancing at Harrison. He sent you a silent look that said ‘she seriously does want you to come… If you don’t come, I won’t hear the end of it’. “I’d love to. I just need to go change first.”

You grabbed your script off the counter, and Harrison walked you to the door. “How long do you need?”

“Like 10 minutes?” You replied, and he nodded.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know they were coming, or that they’d invite you to dinner.” He said quietly, making you laugh.

“It’s fine, but I do have to warn you, if my parents spontaneously drop by, they don’t know who you are.” You teased.

He let out an embarrassed groan, “Let’s not talk about that.”

“See you in ten.” You sent him a wink before leaving to your own hotel room. As Harrison closed the door and turned back around, he was met with the smirking faces of his mother and sister.

“So, is there anything you want to tell us?” Phil asked.

“We were rehearsing. That’s all.” Harrison insisted, going through the wardrobe to find some clothes to change into for dinner.

“Huh,” Charlotte trailed off, crossing her arms. “So, you wearing sparkly lip gloss that matches Y/N’s is a coincidence?”

“It’s a kiss scene tomorrow. We rehearsed the lines and the kisses, too.” He explained. With a pair of jeans, a clean shirt, and his red letterman jacket in hand, he made his way to the bathroom.

“Oh, multiple kisses.” She teased, making him roll his eyes.

“She has a boyfriend!” Harrison ended the conversation, closing the door to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, you returned back to Harrison’s room, and the four of you left, making your way to an Italian restaurant nearby. You and Harrison shared anecdotes about filming so far, keeping spoilers to a minimum until the server came with your food.

“We got in so much trouble from the makeup and hair department.” You laughed as Harrison finished telling them of how you two went on the playground last week, much to the chagrin of the crew.

“It was worth it.” He added.

“Who would’ve known you’d play a Netflix prince?” Charlotte asked teasingly, but it was clear she was still proud of his achievements.

“Look at that face. He couldn’t play anything but a prince.” You joked, and he smiled smugly.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He stated.

“Phil, I have to say, I’ve never met someone more well suited to play a well-mannered prince.” You told her, playfully pinching Harrison’s cheek beside you.

“I remember when there was a time he was revolted at the idea of playing a prince.” Phil said, her lips growing into a smirk, and Harrison knew exactly what that meant.

“Mum, no—“ He started, but you just shushed him, wanting to hear whatever embarrassing story was about to be told.

“He watched a single Batman movie growing up— and not even a good one at that, and decided he simply had to be Batman.” She explained. “Then the Christopher Nolan ones came out, and there was no stopping him.”

“Every kid wants to be a superhero, and Batman is simply the best one.” He said as if it was obvious.

“I didn’t know you had a Batman phase.” You teased.

“Phase? He still has posters and comic books and dolls.” Charlotte added.

“Action figures.” He corrected her, making you laugh at the humor of it all.

“You know, honestly, I think I still have Catwoman action figures.” You admitted, trying to make him feel better, and Phil’s eyes lit up as she remembered another story.

“I cleaned your room a couple weeks ago, Harrison, and I was surprised to see you still Anne Hathaway as Catwoman posters.”

“Do we really have to talk about that? Does this torture not end?” He groaned.

“Fine. That’s enough for tonight.” Phil let out a defeated sigh, clearly enjoying herself.

“Y/N, if you want the really embarrassing stories, you’ve got to talk to Tom. He’s told me embarrassing Harrison stories that I can’t say in front of mum.” Charlotte laughed, and Harrison’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head at his sister’s words.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You smiled coyly.

“Sometimes, I wonder if he forgets that I know just as much embarrassing shit that he did growing up, too.” Harrison stated, shaking his head.

The night went on with minimal embarrassment on Harrison’s end. After Phil and Charlotte went back to their hotel, you and Harrison started the walk back to your own hotel. As you walked, your hands would brush against each other’s every so often, but neither of you made any move to take it further.

“Darci’s going to be so jealous in the morning.” You said, making him laugh a little.

“Why’s that?”

“That’s her favorite restaurant in town. Plus, I just got a free meal.” You laughed. A visible shiver coursed through you as the chilly night air picked up.

“Are you cold?” Harrison asked, already taking off his letterman’s jacket.

“Thank you.” You replied, taking his offer of warmth. Your short sleeves did nothing to shield you from the cold, but he had at least been prepared enough with long sleeves. “Are you sure you won’t get chilly?”

“I’ll be fine.” He reassured you.

“I had a really nice time tonight. I’m glad your mum invited me.” You admitted happily.

“Me, too. Apart from all of the embarrassment I just went through, I enjoyed tonight.”

“I never knew you had a secret Batman fanboy side.”

“I never knew you had a secret Catwoman fangirl side.” He countered with a smile.

“Guess that means we make a good team, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess it does.”

As you smiled at him, completely content under the moonlight, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you right then, to taste the sweetness of your strawberry lip gloss again. The last bit of your walk was filled with you two arguing over Batwoman and Catwoman, two things that neither of you had ever realized you had in common before.

Harrison’s wish finally came true the next day, as you two ran through the kiss scene multiple times. It was strange at first for him, because his sister and mother were intently watching, proud to see him in action, even if it was just a kiss scene over and over again. But, with you there, he grew more and more comfortable with each take.

As a few more weeks passed by, Harrison thought that perhaps you and Davey had officially ended things, but then he heard through Darci that you had magically worked it out. Whatever magic it was, he was upset about it, and he found himself increasingly irritated at the mention of Davey.

“Ooh, we finally get to meet the Davey tonight?” Darci asked as the five of you enjoyed lunch in between shots. It had been two weeks Harrison’s mother and sister visited, and now Davey was coming, much to Harrison chagrin.

“He’s only here for two days.” You explained, taking a bite of your sandwich.

“Ah, so you’ll be very busy, then.” McKell teased, suggestively nudging your side with his elbow. You brushed off his comment with a laugh, avoiding Harrison’s eyes.

“We should get him to do that calzone challenge with us.” Jojo said to Harrison. Although Jojo and McKell had been rather supportive of Harrison’s interest in you at the beginning, they seemed to forget about it most of the time now— for which he was actually kind of grateful.

The conversation couldn’t go any further as the director came into the room, holding the script in his hands. The look on his face told all of you that something was up. He looked between you and Harrison before speaking, “Change of plans for tomorrow. Eileen isn’t feeling well, so we’ll film Bea and Leo’s scene tomorrow instead of her scenes.”

“But tomorrow was supposed to be—“ You started, but cut yourself short, realizing there was no point in arguing. Schedules, plans, things all change, and this was just part of the job. “Never mind.”

“Well, tomorrow will be interesting.” Darci said quietly, voicing what was on everybody’s minds.

The director left with a silent nod, and the room fell silent for a moment. You and Harrison wouldn’t dare to look at each other, both of you feeling awkward suddenly. Making out with Harrison multiple times, especially with your boyfriend there, was not something either of you particularly enjoyed the thought of.

Having to film no more scenes today, Harrison went back to the hotel with Jojo and McKell. He didn’t end up seeing you for the rest of the day, but he was okay with that as he wanted to go as long as he could without meeting Davey. The director had taken some pity on the two of you, asking you to come in later in the morning instead of at 6 AM like usual.

Harrison made his way down to the hotel gym, wanting to utilize his newfound free time. Normally, he’d get his daily workout in after filming, but he didn’t see a reason to not get an early start today. He didn’t expect anyone to be up this early, but as he got closer to the gym, he could hear a voice coming from inside the room, the door cracked just slightly.

“Love, I promise I’ll be back in two days.” The stranger paused before continuing, “You know I’m only here for business, nothing else.”

Curious and trying to decide if he should even enter the room, Harrison snuck a quick glance through the crack in the doorway. He felt his blood run cold as he immediately recognized the guy sitting on the weight bench. Afterall, Harrison had looked at your social media enough to recognize your olive-skinned boyfriend, Davey.

“Bit early for you, isn’t it?” Harrison nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of your voice from down the hall. He heard Davey mumbled something on the other side of the door, probably having heard your voice too.

“Yeah, but I just figured I’d start my pull-ups early today.” He replied before opening the door for you, acting like he had no clue that Davey had been in there.

“Hello, gorgeous.” Davey said to you, completely ignoring Harrison. He stood from his spot at the weight bench to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss you possessively.

“Davey, this is Harrison, he plays Leo. Harrison, this is Davey.” You introduced the two guys.

Davey looked Harrison up and down with his dark brown eyes and seemed to stand straighter, even though the blond was inches taller. Harrison was the first to step forward and politely outstretch a hand to the raven-haired guy before him. With a tight smile, Davey shook his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Davey turned back to you, “Spot me?”

“Actually, I wanted to-” Your eyes drifted over to the treadmill as Harrison got in position to start his pull-ups at the bar. Davey looked at you expectantly, and you nodded, silently agreeing to stand there and spot Davey while he bench pressed.

Slipping on his headphones and turning on some music, Harrison began his workout. He played his music loud enough to block out your conversations with Davey. Not only was it none of his business, but god, Harrison really hated everything about him already. Hearing silence between you and Davey when his song changed, Harrison spared a glance over towards you. He was surprised when he found your eyes trained on him or, rather, trained on his abdomen that seemed to stick out from his tight white shirt. Still unaware of his eyes on you, your own eyes trailed up to his arms, watching as they flexed with each pull-up. Feeling flustered by your fixed gaze, Harrison faltered a little, and your eyes immediately darted back to Davey in front of you. Harrison couldn’t help the proud smile that ghosted his lips as he continued— you were checking him out.

Harrison finished his workout and decided to get cleaned up before heading to set in half an hour, leaving you and Davey in the gym. When he left, he was surprised that you were still spotting Davey, getting no work out in like you had planned. The whole time he was getting cleaned up (and brushing his teeth repeatedly to ensure he had good breath), he just kept picturing your staring in his head. He had worked very hard to get his body in this shape, and he was very proud of himself too, but he was even prouder that you’d clearly taken notice. If anything, it almost excited him that they’d be filming this scene today. There were a few times in this episode specifically in which Leo is shirtless, but none of those scenes had been filmed— and if this scene was going to be anything like it was scripted to be, then you’d definitely get a better show than in the hotel gym.

He didn’t see you again until the two of you were on set, in full costume and makeup. He had a loose shirt on, but underneath it, his chest had been painted with blues and purples to make convincing bruises. As he went to his mark, Leo’s makeshift bed on the floor of the cellar, Harrison spotted Davey across the set, looking bored and unhappy. His blue eyes drifted over to you next, and he refrained himself from smirking as he noticed your makeup artist applying chapstick to your lips.

While you gathered your prop lantern and the lights dimmed around you all, Harrison made himself comfortable under the ragged blankets. The director called out “Action!” and Harrison closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep as he waited for you to come into the shot. Hearing your footsteps, Harrison stirred, blinking his eyes open.

“Bea, is everything alright?” He asked, looking up at you as you stood over him.

“Let me see your body.” You said definitively.

“Beatrice—” He started, but you cut him off.

“Show me, Leo. I want to see it.” At your words, Harrison shifted slowly, moving as if in pain. He pulled the blankets down and went to roll up his shirt. “Take your top off.”

He paused, looking at you questioningly with a hint of fear in his eyes. Groaning a little, Harrison sat up and removed his shirt. He looked at you expectantly, and you set aside the lantern before kneeling on the blankets beside him. Your hand drifted over the painted bruise tentatively, ghosting over the same abs that you had been studying just hours earlier. Harrison waited for you to deliver your next line, knowing he was scripted to kiss you after it. It felt like ages that he was waiting for you, wanting nothing more than to kiss you right now. His mind went blank as your eyes found his and you leaned in to kiss him.

It was unscripted, and he was surprised, but he didn’t let his surprise stop him from immediately kissing you back. Your chapstick tasted of strawberries, just as it had the last time the two of you had a kissing scene, and he swore he was in love with the taste of it. He expected to hear the director yell cut, to hear him question why you suddenly improvised, but when nothing came, he just continued to kiss you. You pulled back, a shy smile on your face, “I don’t want you to hide your body from me anymore. It’s too nice to be hidden.”

His heart leapt as he leaned forward to catch your lips once more, this time scripted. His hands shuffled to your waist, pulling you down to lay beside him as he rolled onto his side, his chest leaning over yours. Your fingers tangled into his hair, and he savored the feeling.

You pulled back again, whispering up to him, “No more hiding.”

“No more hiding.” He reaffirmed. As he continued to kiss you, his hands sensually wandered down your back, keeping you as close to him as possible. Part of him wanted to pause the intimate scene and pinch himself, just to make sure it was really happening, but he was worried if he stopped kissing you now that he’d never get the opportunity to kiss you like this again.

“Cut!” The director called, and Harrison reluctantly pulled away from you. He could’ve sworn a small frown passed your lips as he looked down at you, not having shifted off of you yet.

“Spearmint— my favorite.” You teased quietly, as if it was only for the two of you to hear. As you laughed underneath him, Harrison couldn’t help but wonder what his younger self would think if he knew he’d one day get to make out with Y/N Y/L/N. Even if it was just for the show, it was a sight that he’d always want to remember.

“I’ve always enjoyed the taste of strawberries.” He replied softly, rolling away from you.

The director ran you two through a couple pointers for the scene, and, to Harrison’s surprise, he even suggested Bea kissing Leo first, just like you had improvised. You reasoned that you forgot your line momentarily, but something about the way you kissed Harrison made him feel like that wasn’t the case; no, it seemed like you’d truly wanted to kiss him.

After running through the scene a few more times, the director was satisfied. While you stayed behind on set to film more scenes, Harrison returned to his hotel room. Just as he was searching his toiletry bag for some much-needed chapstick, his phone began to ring with a Facetime call. Seeing Harry’s contact photo light up on his screen, he accepted and set his phone aside momentarily. He didn’t need to wonder what Harry (and most likely Tom, Tuwaine and maybe even Sam) were calling about— he had made the dire mistake of telling his easily-excited best friends about today’s scene.

“Why are we looking at your ceiling?” Harry asked almost immediately.

“I’m, uh, looking for lip balm.” Harrison admitted quietly and smiled to himself when he found some. He quickly put it on and then grabbed his phone, heading to his bed where he could comfortably talk to his friends.

As expected, his friends let out an incoherent chorus of excitement. Sam seemed to calm down enough first to ask (more like, shout through the phone), “How was it?”

“Does she really kiss with tongue? Remember Jack used to say-” Tom started, and Harrison scoffed, hearing the name of one of their old classmates who swears he had a summer fling with you once.

“I still don’t believe him, but no, not today at least.” Harrison was honestly a bit embarrassed to admit it. You were in a relationship… with a possibly cheating moron, but still. It just didn’t feel right to talk about you in that way.

“Not today? So there could be another time!” Tuwaine shouted encouragingly.

“Is she still with that prick?” Tom asked.

“Yes, but,” Harrison paused, and they all looked at him expectantly, waiting for elaboration, “I think he might be cheating on her.”

“What makes you say that?” Harry questioned. “Mate, just because you fancy her doesn’t mean her boyfriend’s a cheater.”

“No, I mean I heard him on the phone, and he said he was in Liverpool for business, not for his girlfriend.” He reasoned, “I’m just very suspicious of him.”

“You should tell her if you think he is.” Sam stated, “If he isn’t, then, oh no, you’re on bad terms with her boyfriend, who probably already hates you after today. If he is, well, she’d hate you if she finds out you kept it from her.”

Harrison let out a small sigh as the others nodded. “I don’t know. It’s not my place. Besides, she said something a few weeks about him wanting an open relationship. Maybe it’s that?”

“Okay, look, forget I asked about him.” Tom said, shaking his head, while the others looked at Harrison skeptically through the phone, “How was it to finally have your drama school dreams fulfilled?”

“Fucking heaven.” Harrison admitted with a laugh.

For the next week, Harrison resisted the urge to tell you about Davey. He wanted to, he really did, but whenever he’d finally be alone with you and mentally prepare himself for the conversation, you would always just seem so happy and content. He couldn’t bring himself to disturb your happiness, especially when it was Harrison making you happy. After Davey left, it’s like something changed within you, and Harrison had no clue what it was, but he enjoyed it.

‘You have to tell her.’ Harrison read over his most recent text from Tom again. He let out a small sigh, trying to get the courage to tell you as you sat across from him at the booth.

It was Saturday, and you two, along with Darci, Jojo, and McKell, had made your way to a club, wanting to celebrate another week down. With only two episodes left to film, you all knew your time together was starting to run low. You were all a few drinks in by now, happily buzzed. Jojo and McKell were off somewhere, probably attempting to be each other’s wingmen. Darci was telling you a story so wild that Harrison wondered if it was even true. He finished the rest of his drink and shuffled out of the booth.

“I’m going to grab another drink.” Harrison said to you two, and, without waiting for a response, he left. He made no move to flag down the bartender, leaning against an empty spot in the bar. Pulling on the collar of his blue shirt, he started to feel hot, unsure if he could handle this.

“What happened to getting another drink?” You asked him, stepping up beside him.

“Where’s Darci?” He replied, not wanting to answer your question.

“Found a friend in the crowd.” You laughed and turned to flag down the bartender. You ordered a round of shots, to Harrison’s surprise.

“Are you good?” He asked skeptically.

“Yeah,” You nodded, but with how your eyes were glazed over the alcohol and another unreadable emotion, Harrison didn’t quite believe you. Playfully, you nudged him, “I should ask you the same thing. You’re the one who’s been moping all night for god knows why.”

“I haven’t been moping.” He argued as a tray of four shots was placed in front of you two. You handed one to him and took one for yourself.

“Cheers to another week done.” You clinked your shot glass against his before both of you downed them.

As you went to grab your second shot, Harrison reached a hand and stopped you. Concerned, he asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Davey and I broke up— for good this time.” You admitted, and his hold on your wrist softened while he looked at you pitifully. “He told me when he was here that he went through with his ‘open relationship’ plan, even though I never agreed to it, so he’s been basically cheating on me since I left for this job. Then tonight, he drunkenly texts me, and I know it’s just a booty call. He’s done it for years, but now I actually see it for what it is. So now, my shitty boyfriend is gone, I’m finally single, and my only plans for tonight is to get properly drunk. Maybe even hookup with a stranger— god knows it’s been a while since I had decent sex.” Harrison was speechless, and you continued, a smile finding its way to your face at the end of your venting. “Dance with me after this shot?”

“Do I have a choice?” He asked playfully, feeling your mood lighten once more. You winked at him, handing him a full shot glass. He made a mental note to keep a close eye on you and to keep you from drinking anymore.

After you both drank back the burning liquid, you grabbed his hand and pulled him out to the dancefloor. Harrison had felt the alcohol that was flooding his system earlier, but the colored lights, pounding music, and countless bodies around him seemed to make the alcohol hit him harder. There was a weight off his shoulders, knowing you were actually single as you danced with him, and yet he still felt strange about his current state with you— were you truly into him or was he just the first guy you could drunkenly hook up with?

You turned to face him, a small frown on your face, “Haz, you’re being a bit of a killjoy.”

It was then that he realized, while you were fully grinding on his body, he was relatively motionless. Your hands found his, and you planted one on your hip and another on the small of your back, low enough though that it teetered being on your ass. You leaned in closer to him, letting him get a whiff of your perfume. While one of your hands trailed along the hem of his shirt, daring to even dip below his shirt, the other traced through his hair.

As you planted a kiss on Harrison’s neck, not caring at all for the dancing bodies around you, you heard him let out a strangled groan of your name. Your nails light scratched over the deep V in his hips, hooking onto where his jeans met the line.

“Should we get out of here?” You asked Harrison, your lips right next to his ear as your voice dripped with seduction. He felt his heart flip with intoxicating excitement before he was immediately reminded of the gravity of the situation. You went to kiss him, but he moved back quickly, stepping out of your reach. Pouting, you asked, “Do you not want me? After all this time?”

“No, I do.” Harrison insisted. “I want you, but not like this, not when you’re drunk. You’re not in the right headspace for this. I don’t want to be your drunken rebound.”

“How can you be a rebound when it’s always been you?”

Harrison sighed. Oh, how much he’d love to hear that from you— sober. He was saved from having to reply when Darci, McKell, and Jojo found you two. They looked at the two of you skeptically, but Harrison just shook his head.

“I’m going to take Y/N back to the hotel.” He said as he stepped closer to the group so that they could hear him over the music.

“We’ll come, too.” Jojo insisted, even though, with his words slurred and his eyes glazed over, he was thoroughly drunk, too.

“Where did Y/N go?” McKell asked, realizing your sudden absence.

“Oh god,” Harrison muttered, and the four of them dispersed in the crowd to find you, tripping over the other sweaty bodies. Darci found you first, unable to stop you from having a couple more shots.

“No, no, you’re done.” She argued with you. You reached for the last shot that she had taken from you, but, in your intoxicated state, you easily lost your balance. Harrison quickly wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you up.

“I don’t think she can walk.” Jojo commented.

“What gave that away?” McKell asked sarcastically.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” With a small sigh, Harrison, as the most sober of the group (though he still felt fairly tipsy), proceeded to lead you out of the club.

Darci hailed a cab for the five of you, and while it was an illegally tight fit, you all made it work. You leaned on Harrison as he was pressed right up against you. On your other side sat Jojo. You mumbled softly to Harrison, one of your hands falling onto his knee, “Do you remember that year when they put up mistletoe at school?”

“Where are you going with this?” He asked you softly.

“I saw you kiss Vivian at the one outside of the gym, and I couldn’t walk in that area for three months without thinking of you. I was so jealous of her, and you just looked like such a good kisser, which I’m happy to report you are.”

“Babes, maybe stop with the drunk talking.” Darci said, because all of you could tell this was stuff sober you would never say.

Harrison looked at you in surprise— he barely even remembered when Vivian dragged him under the mistletoe, so the fact that you remembered and were jealous? And you said he was a good kisser, too. He felt a glimmer of pride overcome him.

“Ask me tomorrow, it’s the truth.” You shuffled in your seat, laying your head against Jojo’s shoulder, “Jojo, wanna know a secret?”

“Y/N, maybe-” Darci started, but Jojo cut her off.

“No, go on, Y/N.” He laughed, wanting to hear your drunk thoughts.

“Do you think I’d make a good Catwoman?” You asked, words slurring together as you grew tired.

“Catwoman? Like Anne Hathaway?” He questioned, and you hummed a ‘yes’. “Yeah, you’d make a good Catwoman.”

“Good. Tell Haz he needs to my Batman then.” Your voice was quiet, as if it was something just meant for the two of you to hear, but your voice wasn’t nearly as soft as you had thought it was, meaning Harrison and the rest of your friends were truly aware of your little drunken secret

“Okay, I’ll tell him.” Jojo reassured you, a shit-eating grin on his face as he glanced over your head to look at the embarrassed Harrison.

The rest of the car ride was silent, and Harrison helped you out of your seat. With the help of the others, he got you safely inside your hotel room. Everyone retreated to their own rooms, except for Harrison who stayed with you. He laid you down on your bed and went searching for your pajamas, which to his luck were stowed underneath your pillow.

“Can you change or—?” Harrison asked, holding out the clothes to you

“I’ve got it, though I wouldn’t mind you helping.” You said with a wink. As you started to change out of your club clothes, Harrison turned away from you and focused on getting out some much-needed pain reliever and a glass of water for you to have in the morning. He heard you shuffle on the bed behind him before you let out a small huff, “Hazzy, can you come here?”

Hazzy— that was a new nickname. To his surprise, you were already tucked up in bed, your previously worn clothes scattered on the floor around you. He set the water and meds on your nightstand before kneeling to your level, “What’s wrong, love?”

“Do you know why Davey wasn’t my first love?” You asked quietly, your eyes beginning to droop with sleep. You reached a hand out to tentatively run your fingers over his cheek before you cupped it, smiling softly at him.

He had a hunch, but he played along anyway, wanting to hear you say it, in case he never heard it again. “Why?”

“Because you were.” Your voice was so quiet that he barely heard you, but he was so glad that he did. He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, and you let your hand fall from his face.

“Get some sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

“Can you stay tonight? Please?”

“Of course, love.” Harrison stood to his full height, and when he looked at you again, you were already asleep. He softly readjusted the blankets on your bed to make sure you were warm enough, before he made his way over to the couch. Grabbing a throw blanket off the back of the couch, he settled into his bed for the night. Just like every other night lately, he drifted off thinking of you, but this time, there was an excited flutter in his heart.

The next day, Harrison woke up to you letting out a groan, loudly asking, “Why the fuck is it so bright in here?”

He slowly sat up from the couch to check on you. A smile crossed his face as you took the pain meds he’d left out and downed the glass of water. Your eyes seemed to bulge out of your head when you noticed his presence in the room. Laughing, he greeted you, “Good morning, sunshine.”

“Please tell me you miraculously don’t remember anything I said last night because I remember, and I don’t want to.” You said, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Sorry to disappoint then.” He sent you a sympathetic smile.

With a sigh, you patted the spot beside you on your bed. Wordlessly, Harrison got up from the couch and came to sit beside you on the bed. He expected you to say something, but when you were silent, seemingly caught up in your thoughts, he spoke up, “Did you mean it? When you said I was your first love?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in your reply, and you turned to finally meet his eye, “It was a very intense schoolgirl crush, hence why I hated Vivian after that mistletoe incident, but seeing you again just made me realize that it was more than just a crush. I’ve regretted saying no to you all those years ago ever since you came back into my life.”

“Well, I thought I was over my crush on you, but turns out, there are just some things time can’t change.”

A comfortable silence overfell you two again before you finally spoke up with the words that had been on your mind for weeks, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“I think I’m in love with you, too.” Harrison sealed his words by leaning in to kiss you.

With no script to follow now, he felt fireworks as you kissed him back. One of your hands drifted to the back of his neck, silently urging him to continue kissing you. His hands snaked around your waist before he shifted to lay on his back, rolling you on top of him. You deepened the kiss, your tongue finding its way into his mouth. He moaned at first, fully enjoying himself, before his lips curved into a smile, and he started to laugh against your lips.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, pulling away from his lips. His hands wandered from your hips up to where your own hands were resting on his chest, and he casually intertwined your fingers.

“It’s nothing.” He said in an attempt to play it off, but the smile on his face told you that whatever he was thinking was hilarious to him. “You remember Jack Evans? He told everyone that you were the best french kisser in school, and, well, he’s not wrong.”

You let out a scoff before giggling to yourself, “First of all, how many girls have you french kissed from drama school and should I be jealous? Second of all, Jack was an ass who couldn’t kiss for shit, but I’ll take it as a compliment that he told everyone that.” You leaned down until your lips were just barely touching, “And thirdly, do you want to keep talking about drama school, or do you want me to keep kissing you?”

“You don’t need to be jealous, but I kinda like that you are.” He replied with a cheeky smile. “And you’re right. He was an ass.”

“And for the last one?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

Harrison pretended to think about it for a second before he let go of your hand to cup your cheek, bringing your lips crashing back down to his.

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