#harrison osterfield facfiction

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guys guys omg 🥺🥺 Tom’s scruff & Harrison playing guitar ahhhhh and the way he was like “shuddup” omg

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Leaked | H. Osterfield

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Female Reader, slight Tom Holland x reader, but it’s platonic

warnings: two swear words, the boys being divs, tom holland being a div

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request: @shootingstarsaretearsofheaven Hii, can you maybe write some with Haz, where the reader lives with the boys and she's his gf. But it wasn't public yet, but Tom accidentally leaks their relationship on live and you can see them napping or kissing, and they find out later. And just a lot of fluff and teasing? Thank youu😊

synopsis: you were just trying to nap when Tom broke into your room, exposing you and Haz's relationship

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You were making a cup of tea when you heard all the boys cheer excitedly from the living room. Rolling your eyes, you follow the sounds of their excited screaming and find them all nestled on the couch in front of Tom's phone. You stood at the corner of the room, occasionally sipping from your tea, watching as Tom greets everyone.

"Where's (Y/N)?" He reads off one of the comments.

Tom shrugs and turns toward Harrison, "mate, where's your gi-" Harrison gives him wide eyes and Tom coughs loudly, to try and cover up his mistake. You and Harrison had been dating for almost a year now without the fans knowing and you intended to keep it that way for a while.

"Where's your.. er, uh ginger?"

Harry explodes into laughter at Tom's sad attempt to cover up his mistake. Harrison scowls him and mumbles something about the ginger for his tea being in the kitchen. The comments are surprisingly calm, no one catching onto Tom's slip up.

"back to the question, I'm not sure where she is."

Tuwaine rolls his eyes and slaps Tom on the arm, "are you blind? She's right there!" He motions to you in the corner of the room. You gave the boys a small wave.

"Join us!" Harry encourages, you shrug and walk over to stand behind the couch. Giving the camera a small wave, you begin to read the comments. Most of them were just polite greetings and comments on how you look, all positive because the boys were very protective of you. One imparticular caught your eye, how can she stand living with four boys?!

You laughed at that, "How do I stand living with four boys? Honestly, I'm not even sure. Just know, they're all annoying and messy div's."

All the boys spin around in their seats, yelling about how they are not annoying or divs. No one commenting about being messy.

"Oh hush up, you know very well if you lived with four girls it would be annoying."

That shuts them up. You set your cup of tea down on the small table by the couch, "can you guys scoot ever? My feet hurt," You whined.

"Sit on the floor," Harry shrugs.

"I'll make you sit on the floor," You fired back.

"You can sit on my lap," Harrison said softly, so as the phone won't pick it up.

"The phone..." You mumbled.

Harrison shrugged, "let them assume things, we can just say we're close friends."

"Fine," You agree, before sitting onto Harrison's lap. He wraps two arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. You can feel the blush on your cheeks as he presses a discreet kiss to your neck. Tom pauses the live, "You guys are really making it obvious, aren't you?"

Tuwaine wiggles his eyebrows, "No one's going to believe that just friends crap."

"Oh so if I sat on Tom's lap people would assume I'm dating him?"

"Yes!" All the boys yell.

You give them a dirty look before standing up and planting yourself in Tom's lap.

Harrison pouts in the corner, "babe."

"shush, I'm trying to prove a point here."

"Whatever point, this is just stupid," Harry said.

You rolled your eyes and unpaused the live.

Tom has an arm loosely wrapped around your waist as he reads off the comments.

"Do you think they're dating?"

"We stan a cuddly friendship"

"Imagine having a best friend like that"

"' just friends, sure'"

"No, we're not dating," Tom said, giving you a pointed look as you roll your eyes. Harry kicks your leg causing you to look at him as he sticks his tongue out at you in a mocking manner.

"Fucking told you," Tuwaine comments under his breath.

"See what I mean? Div's," You tell the fans before turning around to lightly smack Tom's chest. He lets out an ow as you hop off him.

"This is why Harrison's my favorite."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's why," Harry teases. Your response is to kick him in the shin, he yelps and mumbles a sorry. You walk out of frame, grabbing your cup of tea and tell the boys you're going to have a nap. Tom waves you off, "Good, no one wants to hear your criticism anymore."

"watch your mouth Holland."

Your footsteps echo down the hallway. You quietly open the door to you and Harrison's shared bedroom and immediately crash onto the sheets. You grab one of Harrison's many discarded hoodies on the floor and swap it out from your own. After you curl up in the sheets you hear the door creak open again. Harrison steps inside, shutting it behind him.

"What are you doing?" You ask.

"Spending quality cuddle time with my girlfriend," He replied, crawling into bed beside you. He discards his shirt on the floor and pulls the cover over you both. You shift around a bit before you find yourself in Harrison's arms. Your head was resting on his bare chest, an arm draped over his torso and holding his hand. Harrison had his hands securely around your waist, the other one laced with yours.

"I love you," He whispers, kissing your forehead.

"mm, love you too."

...

"Where are (Y/N) and Haz?" Tom read off the comment section.

Harry glances up from his phone, "huh, it's been two hours since he left."

Tuwaine shrugs, "you can imagine what they're doing."

"Are you implying they're together?" Tom asked, hinting on the implying.

"Yes? They are-"

Harry slams Tuwaine's arm and he quickly realizes his mistake, "best friends. They're best friends."

Is it me or has everyone been shady about this topic today?

Harry reads the comments and laughs nervously, "What topic? We're not shady. I don't know what you're talking about, mate."

"I'll go find them," Tom said, hopping off the couch.

Harry nods, "I'll come with, what about you Tuwaine?"

"And risk getting killed?" He scoffs, "Not worth it."

Tom shrugs, "If you hear screaming, you know what happened."

"Oh, I'll be watching on the live."

With that Tom and Harry sneak off to your bedroom.

"It's awfully quiet," Harry comments, filming Tom as they walk through the hallway.

"I know (Y/N) is sleeping, maybe we can scare her?" Tom suggested.

"That would be perfect! But where's Haz?"

"Dunno."

Tom puts a finger to his lips when he reaches your bedroom. Harry gives him a quizzical look because it's not like the fans were making noise. Tom slowly cracks the door open, peering in.

"She's sleeping. Should I jump on the bed?"

"Do it!"

"Alright."

Tom throws the door open and jumps onto the bed. By the time Harry realizes there are two people in the bed, it's too late. There was a scream, followed by shouting. You had been peacefully sleeping on Harrison's chest when there was a crushing weight on your body. In your half-awake state, you assumed the worse and let out an ear-piercing scream. Harrison immediately shot up and grabbed you, pulling you to his chest, your face hiding in the crook of his neck.

"Are you okay? What happened?" He asks, then he notices the extra body in the bed. The one belonging to his brunette best friend.

"Bloody hell, Tom," He said.

Tom rolls over onto his back, "Ugh, (Y/N) I think my ears are bleeding."

You turn in Harrison's arms, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at Tom's head.

"You div!"

Tom laughs nervously as he looks to Harry who was frozen in the corner, camera still in hand. You follow his gaze and almost scream again.

"HARRY!"

"Shit, I-uh, Bye guys!" He said quickly, ending the live. A few moments after and you can hear both yours and Harrison's phone pinging with notifications. You groan and hide your face in Harrison's neck.

Harrison shoots daggers at Tom, "Great job."

Tom apologizes, saying he just thought that you were in here not Harrison.

You lift your head from its place in Harrison's neck, "I guess we should tell them."

"If you're ready," He muses, kissing you softly.

...

You were currently straddling Harrison's lap, arms hugging his back as you rest your head on his shoulder. Harry stands in front of the couple, giving them a 3, 2, 1 countdown as he starts the live.

"Hey guys," Harrison greets. "So, as I'm sure many of you saw, Tom decided to be stupid and try and scare (Y/N)."

"I'm sorry!" Tom said.

Harrison rolls his eyes, "As you saw in that clip, um, (Y/N) and I are dating. As I'm sure you can tell by the way she's hugging me now."

Harrison looks down at you, smiling. You grin and quickly press your lips to him, before turning toward the camera and waving.

"Yeah, so this is my boyfriend and um, you can't have him because he only loves me so BACK OFF!"

Harrison laughs and you can feel the vibrations of it from the way you're wrapped around him.

"She's right, I only love her," He agrees, kissing your cheek.

"Disgusting," Harry said.

"You know if either of you two ever gets a girlfriend- which would be shocking- I'll make sure to expose you guys on live with a few million people," You promise.

Harrison grins, "I second that."

Tuwaime laughs from the kitchen, “you guys better watch out.”

"Or, maybe the next time you're taking a nap I'll jump in the bed and make you think it's a murderer," You said coldly, glaring at Tom.

"I didn't intend to land on you!" He defends.

"What did I tell you? All div's," You deadpan at the camera. "Except for this one." You turn toward Harrison and cup his face before placing a passionate kiss on his lips.

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and his baby face is back 🥺

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“Puzzle king 2020” Haz’s Instagram 3/31/20

Who gave him the right to look this damn good- 👀👀

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Small Talk | H. Osterfield

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Warnings: sexual innuendo, making out, hooking up?

Word Count: 600ish

Summary: You and Harrison aren’t really in the mood for small talk

A/N: Based on the song small talk by Niall Horan ;)

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Harrison could feel your gaze burning into his back from the opposite of the room. A smirk danced over his lips at the thought of you checking him out. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he knew that he wouldn't mind spending the night with you as his company. He was drawn to you, the moon in your eyes and the way your body moved on the dance floor. Harrison wanted you and he wanted you now.

You could feel him checking you out from the bar. You laughed quietly to yourself wondering when he would walk over and say something. His gaze was like fire on your skin. His crystal blue eyes trailing up and down your body and a mischievous glint in his eyes. You could feel the desire in your veins. Your body was buzzing from the few drinks you had, causing your confidence to skyrocket on the dance floor. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see him licking his lips and tucking his shirt back into his jeans. You decide to save him the few steps to the floor and meet him at the bar.

"I was wondering if you'd ever walk over, pretty boy," You said, your eyes trailing down his toned body that his white t-shirt showed off perfectly.

"My eyes are up here, love," He said smoothly. You meet his gaze, your breath hitching. He smirks at you and you raise your eyebrows at him. Glancing at the bar, you notice his open bottle of beer, without thinking you grab it and take a swig, keeping eye contact with the boy the whole time.

"That was my drink," He said, a bit shocked.

"Well, It's empty now."

"The names Harrison." He extends a hand toward you and you shake it.

"(Y/N)."

You could sense the tension between the two of you, eyes wandering all over the other person.

"So, Harrison, what brings you here tonight?"

Harrison rolls his eyes, just wanting to take you upstairs already. He leans over and whispers in your ear, "Tell me what you want because you know I want it too."

He watched your pupils widen, your mouth forming an O shape his warm breath fanning over your neck. Nothing feels better than seeing that look in your eyes. Goosebumps erupt on your skin, he was a sweet talker alright, but you weren't going to deny him.

"I think you know exactly what I want," You bit your lower lip, waiting for a reply.

"Let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room. I've been thinking what I'd do when I'm alone with you."

You don't have to be told twice, you immediately grab the back of Harrison's neck and crash your lips onto his. The kiss is sloppy and needy, but it's full of passion. He nibbles on your bottom lip, hoisting your leg up onto his waist as he continues to kiss you. He grunts when you tug on blonde locks, his hands traveling a bit lower as you melt against him. He grabs both your legs, mumbling "jump" into the kiss so he can carry you upstairs.

You moan as he bites on your lip. Hands roaming all over his toned chest, tugging on the material of his t-shirt.

"Harrison-"

"Just say nothing," He says, lips molding with yours. "Small talk only gets in the way." He pauses, "love."

You tug on his hair a little harder at the use of the name. Harrison continues to kiss you, his lips slowly trailing down to your neck. His touch is like fire on your skin and you sigh. He leaves soft pecks, before setting you down to unlock your door. You grab the thin material of his shirt, pulling him inside, his lips lock with yours again and you slam the door shut, not wanting to waste another moment.