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thollandneedy · 3 months ago

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You (can)'t have both- Tom Holland

A/n: Y'all... if you know you know

Warnings: Make-out; sex mention; swearing and description of horniness 🤭

Summary: Y/n is annoyed by the fact that Tom and Harrison are fighting over her attention, so she decides to give them both attention…

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Y/n had always heard from her friends that friendships between men and women never worked out, because at a certain point in their lives, one side would end up developing feelings. The girl didn't understand how this could be possible, since she had two best male friends and nothing had ever happened.

Since Y/n had moved to London, she had found herself alone in many situations, until she met Thomas Holland and Harrison Osterfield through her apartment neighbor who invited her to a bar one night. When they met her, they knew inside that it would end up in a fight, as Y/n's charisma and seductiveness made any man want to get to know her better. The men's expectations were dashed when they heard Y/n say that she was enjoying her single life and didn't want to get into a serious relationship.

As much as they respected her decision, this didn't stop them from trying to win her over little by little, also sabotaging each other when it came to 'taking Y/n out'. On the same night that one of the boys asked her out, the other made a point of asking her out too, to test who she would choose first, or tried to get her attention by giving her compliments and glances. The girl couldn't lie when she said that it was tempting to allow them to continue playing this game, but she realized that their friendship shouldn't be affected by it.

Y/n was finishing applying a clear gloss to her lips, while she looked in the mirror waiting for Tom's message to appear on her cell phone saying that he was already at her apartment door waiting to take her to the pub quiz. Distracted by the music and her image, she received a notification from Haz:

'Hi, Y/n. Plans for today? I thought we could go to the cinema to see that movie you wanted :)'

The girl looks at the message, nods and closes her lip gloss. Her eyes met the mirror and she took a deep breath. She couldn't keep letting this happen, and she had to do something before this fight became something bigger. Y/n picked up her cell phone and answered:

'Come to my apartment. We need to talk. I'll wait for you'

Just as he finished typing these words, a banner appeared at the top of his phone with a message from Tom.

'I'm already here.'

'Come up to my apartment. We're not going out anymore'

Tom felt his heart racing, held his breath and quickly opened the car door to get out of the vehicle. The brunette smiled to himself, thinking that he had won the battle that had been going on for almost three months, allowing his being to take a drink of confidence so that he would be prepared for it.

Y/n took off her shoes and put them back in the closet. She also took off the clothes she had put on, putting on a more comfortable pair of warm socks, a sweater and black sweatpants. The girl walked quickly around the apartment until she finally settled down on the sofa in her living room, putting her nerves on hold.

In a few minutes, the sound of the doorbell ringing was heard by the girl, who hurriedly answered the door, only to be met by a sideways smile from the brunette who was waiting on the doorstep.

“Why did you decide we weren't going out anymore?” He asked, seeming to already have the answer.

“Because I'm waiting for Harrison to show up so we can talk.” The smile on the actor's face faded, causing him to slam the door behind him.

“What? Why?” he asks confusedly.

“Don't play dumb, Thomas.” Y/n turns his back on him. “Sit there.” She points to the gray sofa in her living room.

“What do you mean?” Tom asks, sitting down.

“I think you forget that no matter how good an actor you are, you can't pretend to be jealous and fight with Harrison all the time for my attention. Even indirectly.” The girl said, going into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“We don't fight.” He says, almost laughing.

“Not really, but there's a war going on inside, and it's killing me.” Holland hears the girl's voice as she approaches the room once more. “Even though I said I wanted some time alone, to really have friends, that still didn't stop you from thinking we'd have sex today.” Y/n points, then sips his glass of water and places it on the coffee table in the living room.

As soon as he put the glass down, a knock was heard on the door, causing them both to look in the direction of the noise coming from it.

“I'll be right there.” Y/n said loudly, heading for the front door that shared space with the living room

Y/n opened the door to find Harrison wearing a strong perfume around his neck along with a silver chain, a polo shirt and light jeans. Before he could even greet the girl, his eyes fell on the brunette, who was sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed.

“What happened?” Haz asked, glancing at Y/n, who only replied to allow him to enter so that she could close the door. The blond made his way to the sofa, taking a seat opposite his friend, who had greeted him by moving his head in a 'hey' gesture.

“Right.” Y/n says to herself, and stands in front of the two men who were staring at her, waiting for an answer. “You two need to stop that,” Y/n pointed at each other.

“What does she mean?” Haz asks Tom, who looks at him, his posture unraveling.

“The brawl we're having to get her attention.”

“That.” Y/n points out.

“We're not fighting. Why does that bother you so much?” Haz asks, leaning his back against the pillows.

“Because it's breaking up your friendship!” Y/n exclaims, spreading her arms wide. “Don't you realize that?”

Thomas and Harrison look at each other, quickly turning their gaze to Y/n once again, waiting for her to finish her thought.

“For God's sake. You pass each other around whenever it's about me, you can't be happy when I go out with one but don't go out with another, and you have this weird tension about who's going to get to fuck me first.” Y/n explains.

“We're not trying to do that.” Thomas defends himself by shrugging, trying to go unnoticed.

“So if I searched your pockets and Harrison's pockets, I wouldn't find a condom?” Y/n crosses her arms cynically, once again causing the men to look at each other.

“And why does that upset you, love?” Haz asks gently.

“Because it's your friendship that you're compromising over something stupid.” Y/n says, causing a brief silence.

The room seemed to get smaller than usual because of the tension that expanded in the air, causing discomfort for all three parties. Even with trepidation, Holland speaks up:

“What do you want us to do then? Watch you give up on us without knowing you'd win?”

Y/n grimaces

“Don't take it personally, dear. We're not playing with your feelings, but ever since we saw you in the bar that first time, we haven't been able to stop thinking about whether we'd have a chance with you or not. We may be your friends, but this curiosity has been growing more and more.” The blond tries to explain.

“Exactly.” Tom snaps his fingers and points at his best friend.

“And why is that so important to you?” Y/n insists.

“I think it's more about self-esteem, perhaps.” Tom thinks for a moment.

“That's what therapy is for.” Y/n says, drawing a laugh from the blue-eyed man.

“Therapy doesn't pay for the desire to have you.”

The girl opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. At that moment, she felt like she was in a fantasy, able to do whatever she wanted with whomever she wanted and in whatever way she wanted, since they were both willing to have her. As much as this fantasy crossed her mind in the most pornographic way possible, she tried to dispel it by denying it with her head and looking down.

“Look. If this is something that really bothers you and hurts you, let's stop.” Tom says, exchanging glances with the girl and her best friend, who nods silently.

“Yes. We know you need friends, and before we think about having anything more with you, we need to be good friends and look after you like one of us.” The blond reaffirms.

The girl runs one of her hands through her hair, feeling a loving warmth in her heart, but a greater warmth between her legs. The voice of her reason was screaming at her not to be impulsive, but her body was saying louder to take advantage of the situation. Feeling her breathing become heavier, her eyes met those of the blonde who was watching her, waiting for an answer just like his best friend. The girl approached with slow, uncertain steps. It was as if her gaze had changed completely, and now her posture was no longer that of a victim.

Tom looked at her, frowning and turning part of his torso to observe in more detail what might happen. Y/n looks Thomas up and down, saying:

“Can you wait for me?”

All the dominance he had taken for himself disappeared in seconds and his eyes now seemed to be begging for attention, accepting any crumbs that could be given to him. Without speaking, he agrees.

Y/n's focus returns to the blond in front of her, who has his lap embraced by the warmth of Y/n's lap, who sits on him without taking her eyes off him. The girl couldn't lie, saying that she wasn't sure what she was about to do, but she certainly knew that if she didn't do it, she would regret it. Without giving way to fear, she glued her lips to Harrison's, who didn't respond at first, making Y/n's body tremble with nervousness, which ended up being demystified when the blond held her waist tightly, bringing her lap as close as possible and kissing her deeply. Their mouths move quickly, escalating the kiss to a more desperate level. Y/n's hands slide to his neck, and he responds with a deep breath. The girl felt her body burning more and more, begging to be touched, so she guided Harrison's hand to her sweatpants-covered ass.

In that same vision, Thomas didn't quite understand what this was going to become, but his desire to have Y/n was much greater than any kind of possible discarding of the idea just because he shared it with his best friend. He couldn't deny that seeing her desperate made his hands squeeze his own legs in an attempt to relieve the hard-on that was building in his pants. Seeing Y/n rubbing her wet core, moaning low as if she couldn't bear everything that was going on inside her head. Thomas took a deep breath, watching the girl's every move, analyzing her needs so that he could fulfill them.

Y/n pulled away, feeling that her heart would burst out of her mouth if she continued. The blond stares at her, lowering his eyes again to her lips, but she pulls away, getting off his lap and crawling over to Thomas on the sofa where they were both sitting. His body froze as he changed his slumped posture into one of readiness.

“What are we doing?” He says almost in a whisper as soon as he feels her hand touch his covered thigh.

“I don't know.” She tells the truth. “But I know that even if you don't know it, you want it too.” Y/n says, finally climbing onto Holland's lap, who was already uncomfortable in his black jeans as the pressure his erection was putting on his pants became greater and greater.

Without being able to wait for her, he leaned forward and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in to kiss him. The brunette let out a satisfied moan from his vocal cords, pressing his erection against Y/n who responded with a moan of the same sound. The girl feels his hands tracing the side of her body, making her melt in his presence. He changes the focus of his hands to the side of the girl's breast, as if asking permission to touch her. Placing her hand on top of his, Y/n guides it to her breast, which is squeezed with desire, causing another tearful moan.

Just as Thomas was feeling, Haz couldn't deny the same feeling as if it didn't make him hard. Perhaps this was the first time he'd really considered a threesome with his best friend, but it certainly wasn't the first time he'd imagined Y/n completely submissive to his desire. Pulling away abruptly, making the kiss crack on Tom's lips, the girl stood up and was faced by the two men whose breathing was altered, lips red and hormones raging.

“Can you guys stop now? Did you get what you wanted?” The girl says, still catching her breath.

Tom and Haz can't look at each other, as if it's impossible to take their eyes off Y/n any longer.

“And did you get what you wanted?” Haz asks, leaving Y/n speechless.

“What?” The girl found herself lost amidst the wave of reality that had shocked her.

“You know what we mean.” Tom adds. “You're the only one sabotaging yourself here.”

“What if I told you I didn't get what I wanted?” An act of confidence takes hold of her.

A silence comes in response for a few seconds

“Just come over here,” Harrison touches the empty pad on the sofa.

“We'll show you, darling.” Thomas adds.

#tom holland #tom holland x fem #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland oneshot #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x harrison osterfield x reader

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foxysgirl · 9 months ago

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The crew at a golf resort in Scotland, via Harrison Osterfield

#tom holland #Tuwaine Barrett #Harry Holland #Harrison Osterfield #Scotland #Golf

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simpforharryholland · 9 months ago

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240828 - Tom's Instagram post

tomholland2013: Nothing but smiles. What an amazing weekend. Love you lads! Where we going next?

#tom holland #harry holland #harrison osterfield #sam holland #tuwaine barrett #paddy holland #dailyholland

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fan-a-saurus-rex · 9 months ago

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Hands to Myself || Part 1

Plot: After being introduced to Harrison by your best friend, Tom Holland, the two of you form a practically inseparable bond that quickly goes from friendship to an unexpected one-night-stand. You both choose to keep it a secret, but you sure as hell won’t be keeping your hands off of each other anytime soon.

Pairing: Reader x Harrison Osterfield

Warnings: smut, swearing

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Imagine this. You wake up in your best friend’s bed with no clothes on and 30 texts on your phone from your other friends asking where you went during the party, concerned that something might have happened to you.

Well, that’s how this story started. I was working as a sound and light technician on a film in London when I met Tom Holland. We became good friends. He then introduced me to Zendaya, who was more of a sister to me now. Much later on in the friendship he told me he wanted me to meet his best friend. That’s how I met Harrison.

It was an almost instant connection. We liked all the same things and had the same sense of humor. Within hours, I felt like I had known him for years. Our friendship only grew over the coming months. Texting late into the night and spending days together in our free time became the norm for us. It was nice to have someone I could be myself around, my whole self.

My friends and co-workers began to take notice of how much time I spent with him, questioning what was going on between us. I told them that although I found him extremely attractive, we were just friends, nothing more between us. It was completely platonic and that wasn’t a lie. But things quickly changed.

On the night of the movie premiere the cast, the crew, fellow celebrities and influencers, and their friends and family, met at the local club for a huge party to celebrate the premiere. We spent the night dancing and having the time of our lives. I don’t partake in alcohol, I don’t need it to have fun. Surprisingly, most of us weren’t drinking that much that night anyway. Some people were tipsy but not drunk.

During one point in the night, I had been dancing with Tom, Zendaya, and Harrison. Tom and Zendaya took a break to get a snack, leaving just me and Harrison together. We continued dancing together, sandwiched inside the huge crowd. I soon realized how close we had gotten to each other and got a shiver up my spine when I felt his hand on the small of my back to pull me closer. The back of my dress was cut super low in the back, so he was just touching my skin.

I didn’t exactly know what was happening between us in the moment but I didn’t put too much thought into it since I was hypnotized by his bright blue eyes and the way his body felt swaying against mine. The tension in the air between us was thick, so thick in fact that I wondered if the people around us could feel it too, but nobody really seemed to notice. At one point he leaned down and whispered in my ear asking if I wanted to leave early with him and with the way he was making me feel I sure as hell wasn’t say no.

We snuck out quickly before anyone could see and got a cab back to the hotel. As soon as we got into the elevator and those doors closed, his lips were on mine. It was addicting, he was like a drug I didn’t know I needed. It would sound crazy to most people that someone who claims their relationship is strictly platonic would be furiously locking lips with their supposed best friend in an elevator, on the way to hook up in a hotel room when they should be at a party, but at the time I don’t think either of us cared.

When the doors opened, we had to force ourselves to pull away. We walked down the hallway to his room, quickly unlocking the door with the key-card, and stumbling into the room as I pressed my lips to his again. The door slammed behind us and after that….well…..you can probably guess what happened next.

When we woke up the next morning I had tons of texts from concerned friends asking where I was and why I wasn’t answering. I simply lied and said I was so tired that I left the party early and promptly went to bed as soon as I got to the hotel. They didn’t have to know that it was Harrison’s bed and that we didn’t actually sleep. At that moment, Harrison and I agreed to keep the whole thing our own dirty little secret.

• • • • •

It’s been a few months since then and not much has changed, other than the fact that it’s hard to keep our hands off each other. I spend most weekends at Harrison’s flat, sometimes even during the week.

This morning I woke up to remember that last night was one of those nights. I had met Harrison and a few friends for dinner and after our meal we couldn’t help ourselves. It was like some kind of magnetic pull towards each other. It wasn’t toxic, it wasn’t manipulative. In no way was it unhealthy, we were just kind of addicted to each other in the healthiest way possible.

I rolled over, hitching my leg up over his hip and resting my head on his bare chest.

“Morning baby girl” I heard him say in his raspy morning voice.

I smiled up at him “morning”

“You want some breakfast?”

I looked at him raising an eyebrow “do you even need to ask me that?”

He chuckled and sat up in bed, knowing damn well I’d be hungry. He pulled on his jeans and tossed me his tshirt to wear. I pulled on my panties and his shirt then followed him down to the kitchen.

It had become a routine that every time I spent the night he’d make pancakes in the morning. I sat on the counter and watched him prepare breakfast, my eyes glued to his toned back muscles on full display since he hadn’t put a shirt on.

Over the past few months I had been feeling different about him, and I knew he felt the same for me since we had talked about it several times. We really liked each other, but decided to keep the affair a secret until we decided whether or not to make it official. For now it was basically a friends-with-benefits, for lack of a better term. The only difference is that we actually had feelings that went way deeper than just lust.

We never showed it in public or around friends, but when we were alone there was that burning desire to be close to each other. I often had to fight the urge to touch him when it wasn’t just the two of us, and dammit was it hard to do. I was even struggling to do that while watching him make breakfast. The only thing holding me back was the fact that I was starving and I knew if I touched him now we’d end up back in the bedroom instead of eating.

Eventually we sat down at the table to eat and put the dishes in the dishwasher afterwards. No sooner did I start the wash cycle and Harrison had lifted me up onto the counter, his lips trailing kisses up and down both sides of my neck.

“Mmm” was the only thing that came out of my mouth in a pleasured hum.

“Do you have plans for today?” He asked me, still kissing my neck.

“Yeah, but none of them involve leaving this flat” I said giggling softly.

“Good”

He lifted me off the counter and gently pushed me against the wall kissing me hard. I wrapped my leg around his waist to pull him closer. He pressed his body against mine, holding onto my hips as our lips molded together.

Eventually he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carried me back into his bedroom where he laid me down on the bed, hovering above me as he kissed me harder. He only pulled away to take off the shirt of his that I was wearing, as well as his jeans. I wasn’t wearing a bra so at the moment I only full display for him.

Before he could resume his position above me I was already pulling him down on top of me, craving his lips against mine, and the feeling of his bare skin. I could hear a soft moan emerge from his throat as I allowed my hands to roam his toned chest and abs, which only made me want him more and he knew it.

Before I could initiate anything I felt his hands trail down to my panties and pull them to the side. He started to rub my clit slowly. I started to breathe a bit heavier as he picked up the pace, eventually plunging two finger inside me. I was already dripping so his foreplay was pointless, but I enjoyed it nonetheless, well sorta, I was kinda impatient.

“Mmm, no more teasing” I said arching my back a bit.

He chuckled and pulled his fingers out. He pulled off my panties then proceeded to take his boxers off. As I watched him line himself up to me I could practically feel him in me already. But that wasn’t anything like the real thing. Finally I felt him plunge into me and let out a small moan, my moans only getting louder as he picked up the pace.

I was so focused on the feeling of him that when I heard my phone go off, I nearly jumped out of my skin. He slowed down and I looked up at him. “It might be work” I said.

He pulled out of me and I reached over to answer. It was just a friend.

“Hello……no I’m busy today…..yeah, I’m out of town, visiting my sister….I will…..okay, bye.” I said, before hanging up and looking over at Harrison. “It was just Rachel, she wanted to go shopping”

I took a deep sigh of relief. Lying to my friends about where I was and what I was doing was still so hard. I desperately wanted to tell them that Harrison and I were in an unofficial relationship, mostly just sleeping with each other, but I couldn’t. But at the same time, it was our little secret and it was exciting to be carrying that around.

I eventually pulled away from my train of thought and looked back over at Harrison. He was lounging against the bed frame so I moved over to him and straddled his lap, smirking at him. “Where were we?”

He smirked and pulled me closer to him kissing me passionately “it’s kinda hot when you lie about where you are” he said with a soft breathy moan.

I giggled “I’m glad you think so, I’d rather be here anyway” I said as I started to grind on his lap. I couldn’t wait another second so I lined his tip up with my center and slid down on him quickly. Clearly he wasn’t expecting it.

“Fuck {y/n}!” He moaned out as I started riding him quickly, bouncing hard.

“Mmm, you like that?” I moaned as I continued going. I wasn’t always very dominate over him, but when I was it drove him crazy.

I continued riding him until he couldn’t take it anymore and took control again. He flipped us over and thrusted deep into me, causing me to moan loudly “oh fuck, fuck yes!”

He pinned my hands above my head and kept going. I gripped his hands tightly, arching my back as I could feel every single thrust, every inch of him inside me. When we weren’t together, I could still feel him inside me, that’s how good the sex was, and that kept me coming back to him every time, even if I knew it was risky to continue this little affair. After all, he was my best friend and who knew how this would affect our friendship in the end. But at the moment I didn’t care, I had him right where I wanted him and he had me.

At some point during our session he bottomed out so deep inside me that we both moaned so loud we thought we’d shatter the windows. He continued to hit the same spot repeatedly and I could feel myself squeezing him tightly.

“I’m close babygirl” he moaned loudly.

“Me too! Don’t stop!” I said grinding on him as he continued.

Eventually I hit my climax and he did a moment or two later. He rode out our highs then kissed my forehead before laying down beside me so we could catch our breath.

I rolled over to cuddle up into his side as I kissed him on the cheek. I looked at the clock on the wall, it was only 9:45 am. We still had the whole day ahead of us. I had absolutely no intentions of leaving Harrison’s flat, in fact, I might even be staying another night.

To be continued….

#harrison osterfield #smut #fanfic #Harrison Osterfield smut #tom holland #zendaya #fanfiction

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jahayla-parker · 11 months ago

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Can you please do a fic where Harrison protects/saves you? 😊

Habitually Offensive : Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Desc: 3.5k wc, y/n and Harrison are dating, but her ex won’t leave her be, requiring Haz to step in and protect her. Hurt comfort

Warnings: kidnapping, domestic violence (please safely seek help if you’re dealing with this!), injuries, fighting, police, and hospitals

Harrison paced back and forth with worry. His poor bottom lip was numb from how aggressively he’d been biting at it. He’d not heard back from his girlfriend for a while now. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt something was off about it. He didn’t think her not answering her phone was unrelated to the sudden sound that he’d heard in the background of the call. He’d been on the phone with her as she returned from a night out with friends. They’d been talking for maybe an hour when there was a loud crash and she suddenly stated she needed to go but would call him back. Harrison didn’t have the chance to ask her what the noise was or to ask her to stay on the phone with him before she ended the call. He’d tried to immediately call her back, already having sensed something was off. It was late at night and she lived alone, with no pets… so she would have to have caused the noise in order for it to not be something of concern. However, he’d known her for long enough to know what type of reaction she usually had to knocking something over or having some sort of accident. Hence why his feet were nearly burning marks into the floor from all his pacing.

Harrison tried to call her one more time. Only, after ringing for a while, he got her voicemail box, again. He grit his teeth and stomped over to his front door and hurriedly tore his keychain down from his assigned wall hook.

Harrison was certain he was going to be pulled over and given a ticket on his way over due to the fact he’d never driven that much over the speed limit before. Luckily though that hadn’t happened; he’d made it to his girlfriend’s house in record time without attracting the attention of the police. However, when he got close enough to see the signs that confirmed his earlier suspicions, Harrison supposed that maybe it would’ve been a good idea to the police involved. His racing gaze shifted all around the scene in front of him as he took in the broken glass beside her windowed door, the way her door was partially open, and the muddy shoe print on the cement path leading to the entrance of her home.

Without hesitation, Harrison flung the door open the rest of the way and rushed inside. His head whipped around rapidly as he searched for her. “Y/n?!” He called out as he made his way further into her apartment. His heart had begun to speed up more and more with each passing second he couldn’t find her. However, upon reaching her backdoor and seeing the track of blood that was smeared on the tile, his heart stopped. Harrison had to grip the edge of the hallway table beside him to keep from collapsing. He blinked forcefully and rubbed his eyes to clear away the tears that had begun to form. He needed to focus. He took a deep breath as he felt all his muscles tense as he prepared for whatever was about to come.

Harrison pushed the backdoor outwards as he followed the smeared blood outside. It was evident where she was forced to stand as the blood smear dramatically lessened suddenly. However, he noticed y/n must’ve been limping as there were still small traces for awhile. Luckily the pouring rain tonight hadn’t washed out away yet. Unfortunately, the trail nevertheless ended unexpectedly; leaving Harrison uncertain where to go to find her. He tried to call her phone again in hopes that she had it on her and he’d hear it. Only, he heard it faintly from back towards the house. He sighed and ended the call, his wide eyes scanning her quaint backyard for any sign of where she’d been taken.

Harrison turned on the flashlight on his phone and rotated it around the dark yard. He noticed a black high heel shoe randomly beside her rubbish bin. He was certain she’d intentionally left it behind as its location didn’t make much sense in the sense that it was not located along any clear walking path. He rushed to it and again scanned the area. In doing so, he found her other shoe a few feet away. Then it was her bracelet. By now Harrison had reached the neighbor’s garage. Just as he was about to try to find a way to peak into the garage to see if he needed to break in to get his girl out, he noticed a sparkling item slightly sunken into the disturbed mud puddle by the garage’s door.

Harrison quietly moved closer, not wanting to risk anyone hearing him and knowing he had found them should she be being held here. Yet, when his eyes landed on the necklace he’d gifted y/n for her birthday years ago back when they were just friends, he knew she was here and he knew she’d left these clues in hopes it would help someone find her. She’d never taken that necklace off since the day she got it, she even slept in it. So it was obvious she’d used it as a last resort to draw attention to where she was taken.

Harrison’s breath became erratic as he turned to the door, ready to burst in and get her to safety. His eyes narrowed in preparation as he set his hand on the handle and pulled aggressively. The door budged but didn’t open. He could make out some rustling from the other side of the garage door. “Y/n? Love?” He called out as he began to back up so he could get some momentum to kick the door down. He could hear muffled noise and he frowned. “If you’re near the door, try to back up okay?” He warned. He took a deep breath and ran at the door.

It took an intense amount of force, but Harrison was able to push whatever obstruction was pressed against the other side of the door out of the way enough to wedge himself inside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light inside the garage, but when they did, he felt his heart shatter. He shimmied past the wooden table that had been blockading the door and hurriedly sprinted to the other end of the garage where y/n was seated. He saw the tears instantly fall from her eyes and roll down her face, a few stopping as they reached the edge of the duct tape that had been placed over her lips.

Harrison gasped quietly as he cautiously knelt before her, not wanting to scare her with any sudden movements in the dark. “Shhh love, it’s me, it’s Haz,” he reassured, reaching up and gently pulling up the edge of the duct tape. “This might sting a bit, y/n,” he warned, looking at her hesitantly, hating the idea of hurting her even if it was for her sake. When she nodded quickly, he took a deep breath, signaling for her to copy. He then quickly pulled the tape away from her mouth. He gripped her hand as she whimpered lightly as it left her skin. “I’m so sorry honey,” he cooed.

“I’m going to get you out of here,” Harrison promised y/n as he turned his attention to her bound wrists. “Was it him?” He questioned knowingly. As she nodded, he squeezed her hand in support. “He’s not going to get away with this again. But, I need you to tell me, do you know where he is?”

Y/n shook her head and sniffled. She sighed as she watched Harrison try to gently undo the ropes that had been digging into her skin. “He used the…,” she paused and waved her hand around as she found herself unable to find the word for the large rolling garage door that y/ex/n pulled up and slid out under. “I’m,.. sorry,” she mumbled, her swollen bottom lip making her voice sound funny.

Harrison scoffed lightly and shook his head, his soft eyes lifting to meet her gaze. “Don’t be, this isn’t on you, okay?” He frowned when he could tell she wasn’t convinced. “It’s not,” he stated, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “Now, I… I saw… blood,” Harrison muttered fearfully. “I doubt all of that is from your poor lip,” he pointed out, lightly tracing her split lip with his thumb.

Y/n shook her head. “It’s my stomach,” she explained, reluctantly pulling her hands back from Harrison’s other hand in order to show him. Her hand shook with her lingering adrenaline and fear as she pulled up the edge of her shirt to show her boyfriend the injury her ex had caused. “It’s not… too bad”.

Harrison huffed and shook his head. “You don’t need to minimize your pain sweetheart,” he whispered. He spelt brought his hand closer to the bloody gash in her abdomen. “M-May I?” He asked, clearing his throat. Only once y/n gave him her consent did Harrison let his fingers tenderly touch her irritated skin as a deep grimace formed on his face. “He cut you?” He asked as he analyzed the wind to see what type of weapon he’d used against her and how serious the injury was.

“He… he used the glass from when he broke in,” y/n answered timidly.

“We’ll get you patched up,” Harrison vowed, lowering y/n’s rain soaked shirt back down and helping her stand up.

“What?” Y/n questioned quietly as she noticed the look of confusion on Harrison’s face ass s he gazed down at her legs.

“You… your legs are fine?” Harrison asked, eyes looking up to meet hers. “It’s just, it looked like you might’ve been limping or dragging your foot,” he mumbled, head unconsciously tilting in the direction of the blood stains he’d been referencing.

Y/n pursed her lips and nodded lightly. “I thought… I thought it might help… someone ummm… you know..” she muttered.

Harrison nodded and tenderly pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms securely around her as he rubbed her back. “You did great y/n, truly,” he praised, stroking the back of her head lightly. “It did help, as did your shoes, and bracelet, and-“

“My necklace,” y/n murmured as she recalled having to rip it off her neck with one hand as y/ex/n had dragged her into her neighbor’s unoccupied garage. She’d hoped that even if the police didn’t come looking for her that Harrison eventually would and that he’d notice the necklace.

Harrison nodded but felt the deep sigh that left her as she partially deflated in his hold. “‘ey, honey”.

“I broke it, he… I only had one hand… I…” y/n cried.

“Y/n/n, it’s okay, I’m glad you did,” Harrison promised, leaning back to cup her face. “It helped me know you were here, I couldn’t be happier that you broke it,” he added. He pressed a loving kiss to her clammy and dirty forehead. “Let’s get you out of here”.

Harrison positioned y/n by his side, instructing her to keep her right hand pressed to her wound on her stomach while her left held onto him for support. He made his way to the door that he’d entered through slowly as to not make her pain worse. He shoved the wooden table further out of the way so they could fit through easier.

The couple had just stepped outside and into the flood lights of huge garage when Harrison spotted someone approaching. He quickly moved y/n behind him as he tensed. He could tell by the way the person was stalking over that they didn’t want to be loud and cause a scene but it was clear they weren’t pleased; it had to be y/ex/n. “Love, head home and call nine-nine-nine,” Harrison instructed, passing her his cellphone and guiding her to move behind the large rubbish bin beside the garage.

“No, Haz, he-,” y/n whimpered, her voice carrying her worry for her boyfriend.

“I’m fine, please,” Harrison pleaded, turning to send her a look before he moved to step closer to y/ex/n.

Y/n looked between the two men in debate. She didn’t want to leave Harrison. But she also knew she wasn’t going to be much help given the gash in her stomach. Yet at the same time, it was her previous relationship with y/ex/n that lead to this moment; Harrison didn’t need to get caught up in this. She couldn’t make out the words that Harrison and y/ex/n exchanged, her unsteady breathing muffling and sounds around her. She decided to do as Harrison asked and run to safety so she could call for help. The police would be better help than she would be, especially at this point.

Harrison lunged at y/ex/n as he moved towards y/n. “Stay the hell away from her,” he growled, tackling her ex to the ground as soon as he made contact with him. The downpour of rain refused to cease as the two wrested in the mud.

Y/ex/n groaned and kicked at Harrison’s grip as he wormed his way against the muddy ground in an attempt to escape. Not that he needed much effort since Harrison was already leaping up upon having seen y/ex/n had managed to grab y/n’s ankle and trip her on his way down.

Harrison shook with increased anger and fear as he noticed y/n had seemingly hit her head on the fence post as she fell. She was now rubbing her head and appeared dazed. He quickly pulled back y/ex/n’s fingers until he was forced to let go of y/n’s leg. However, Harrison’s shifted focus allowed y/ex/n the chance to get the upper hand. Y/ex/n swiped his leg across the ground, knocking Harrison’s legs out from under him. Harrison shifted his body so as to not fall on y/n on his way down. He quickly gazed over at her to check on her before he pushed himself up just as y/ex/n began trying to punch him.

Harrison had lost count of how many strikes he’d exchanged with y/ex/n before he saw the red and blue lights light up the night sky. He saw the fear in y/ex/n’s eyes when he realized the police had arrived. However, he also picked up on the fact that y/ex/n was now hoping to flee to avoid being arrested. So, Harrison used y/ex/n’s sudden lack of focus to knock him to the ground and promptly dropped himself onto the man, elbow pressed into his stomach forcefully.

As he pinned y/ex/n to the ground, Harrison turned to face y/n, who was now leaning against the fence, her eyes barely open but on nevertheless. He tried to catch his breath, eyes stuck on her as he waited for the police to fully make their way over. The ceaseless rain continued to pour on both of them, beginning to wash away the mud that had coated Harrison’s shirt. However he worried that the intensity of the rainfall was going to make y/n sick. He wanted to get her out of the rain and into the warmth, safety, and comfort of his home. But, he refused to let y/ex/n flee the way he’d done once before. Tonight’s events were the result of his last escape. Harrison wasn’t going to let that happen again.

Once the officers had located the group and assured Harrison that they had a hold of y/ex/n, he leapt up and rushed over to where y/n was being examined by an officer. “Are the medics coming?” He asked the officer who was evaluating y/n as she rested on the ground.

Y/n weakly reached for Harrison, her gaze blurry from the spinning inside her head. Her lips curled into a faint smile as her boyfriend immediately noticed her need and interlaced their hands. She could hear that me was talking, but she wasn’t sure what was being said. She was beyond exhausted and now that she and Harrison were both safe, she felt she could finally rest her eyes.

“I see them,” Harrison said in response to the officer’s comment about how the medical response team was on their way. His heart rate accelerated as he watched her heavy eyes close. “I’m taking her to them,” he stated, not waiting for the officer’s approval. He quickly scooped y/n up from the ground and held her to him as he rushed across both backyards and to the ambulance. “She’s been c-c.. stabbed, and her head- she uhh hit her head, I think she’s got a concussion, and possibly an infection now from the mud given her open wound, and-“ he began rattling off to the nearest medic.

“Alright, sir, sir,” the medic attempted to interrupt. “We understand mate,” he nodded in acknowledgment. “Set her ‘ere,” he advised, moving so Harrison could reach the stretcher.

“Can I… I can go with, right?” Harrison asked, gripping y/n’s hand tightly as he gazed down at her sleeping form.

The medic looked at the officer that had followed Harrison and y/n to the ambulance with uncertainty. He wasn’t sure what had transpired tonight other than that it was a domestic incident. But he wasn’t sure who had been the victim or victims versus perpetrator(s).

“She,” the officer started as he nodded at the woman on the stretcher. “Gave her story to the dispatcher when she called, he’s,” he continued, now nodding towards the man loyally waiting by the woman’s side. “The current boyfriend and she said he was protecting her. We’ll take the other man to a different hospital, he can go with you and her, we’ll send a detective to meet them there,” the officer concluded, moving backwards so the medics could close the ambiance doors and leave.

Y/n groaned at the sharp pain in her head as she peeled her eyes open. The brightness in the room made her want to scream. She felt a tender squeeze against her palm and turned towards the direction of the sensation. Her lips curled up in a sleepy smile as she met her boyfriend’s face. “Hi Haz,” she greeted lovingly.

“Hi sweetheart,” Harrison whispered. “I tried to turn the light down as much as possible,” he explained with a sympathetic frown. “Doctors say you have a bad concussion”.

Y/n hummed in acknowledgment of this information. “And what about-“

“Your stomach is stitched up,” Harrison sighed. “But, they at least made them y/f/c,” he chuckled humorlessly. He squeezed her hand once again, “it’ll take some time to heal, but you’ll be alright”.

Y/n grinned softly and squeezed Harrison’s hand. “I appreciate that information, Harrison, I do,” she commented. “But, I was actually going to ask about-“.

“Oh, right,” Harrison muttered. “He’s been arrested, they have camera footage from your security system and your neighbor’s backyard camera, so while they will likely still want your report, they said it should be an easy conviction.” He huffed. “Said he broke his nose, some ribs, and,” Harrison paused and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.. it’s not like it’s enough. After all, apparently the doctors said he-“.

Y/n stiffly turned to face Harrison better. She squeezed his hand as his eyes widened with worry over her movements. “Harrison, honey,” she cooed. “I don’t give a damn about him,” she muttered. “I was trying to ask how you are. Have you been looked at?”

Harrison blushed. He shook his head in disbelief and leaned forward, slightly out of his seat as he moved to kiss her forehead very gently. “Yes,” he promised, sitting back down. “They forced me to be evaluated for the case. I didn’t leave your side though, I… I made them do it here, but I did have to sit over there,” he mumbled, pointing to the chair by the counterspace in her hospital room.

“Harrison,” y/n chuckled lightly, squeezing his hand to bring his attention back to her. “That’s okay baby,” she promised, “I’m just glad you came for me”.

“Of course I came for you,” Harrison whispered breathily.

Y/n smiled warmly and squeezed Harrison’s hand again. “What did the doctors say when they evaluated you?” She questioned.

“Nothing to worry about darling,” Harrison answered, brushing some hair from y/n’s face with his hand that wasn’t holding hers.

“I’ll be the one to decide that,” y/n argued knowingly.

Harrison chuckled and shook his head. “Few broken fingers and some bruises, nothing major, promise,” he hummed.

“Good,” y/n sighed in relief. She shifted until she was lying flat against the hospital bed one again. “I know you won’t accept it, but thank you again Harrison, truly,” she whispered, her eyes getting heavy again.

Harrison watched as her blinks began to last longer, her fatigue taking its toll on her again. “I’ll always fight for you my love, you’re safe now, close your eyes and rest,” he encouraged, stroking her cheek with his free hand as he watched her eyelids get heavier. He sighed in peace as he watched her go back to sleep, pleased everything was going to be okay.

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