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[jahayla-parker]

Happily Ever After: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Description: Blurb/headcannon and small fic for Harrison Osterfield based on the Happily Ever After character series of fics coming, This covers topics such as the proposal, wedding planning, who is in the wedding party, etc. leading up to -and including- the wedding day!

Warnings: family, wedding, proposal, bachelor party briefly mentioned, related topics.

Proposal

“I still can���t believe it. It is just so beautiful” y/n mumbled, clinging to Harrison’s arm as she stared up at the metal structure before them.

Harrison smiled down at her, pressing his lips to the top of her head as he hummed in agreement.

They’d been here before.

Harrison had taken her here to confess his feelings to her years ago, wanting to do it somewhere special as it was a big thing to change their closeknit friendship into something more.

They’d been here between then and now as well.

Harrison often had photo shoots and fashion shows he was cast to walk in that took place in the city.

So, he often invited her to go with him and they’d make a trip out of it.

They both loved the whole town.

But, the Eiffel Tower, in particular, held more sentimental value to them because of it was directly in front of it that they’d changed their relationship.

Hence why he started their trip here tonight.

Each time they came to Paris they’d see the tower; of course.

But, they didn’t usually start it that way given the crowds and other things they’d have planned to do when in the city.

Yet, they’d only checked in to their hotel before heading here tonight.

Y/n lifted her head off of his shoulder to look up at him, smiling widely, “I love this place”.

Haz smiled and laughed, one hand around her waist to keep her close.

He lifted his other hand to tuck a few whisps of hair behind her ear, gazing into her eyes lovingly.

She bit her lip before leaning up to kiss him.

Harrison hummed as they parted, cupping her face with his hand.

“But I love you more” she whispered, looking up at him with a shy smile.

Haz blushed and grinned widely, “I love you so much y/n/n”.

She nodded, “I know!”

Haz laughed as she stepped back and spun around.

He silently took his phone out to take a few pictures and a short video of her little happy dance.

“I’m in my favorite city, with my favorite person, at my favorite spot” she cheered flaring one arm up and into the air next to her as she finished her spinning/dance.

She pursed her lips and lifted an eyebrow at him as she stopped and saw he’d recorded her actions.

But as he simply smiled and slid his phone back into his pocket, she brushed it off with a smile.

“It’s your favorite place in the city, still?” He asked, holding onto her hand upon reaching where she was standing.

She hummed and nodded definitively.

“Why is that, love?” He asked softly as he walked with her, guiding them to where he wanted her.

“Because of you” she giggled, smiling up at him, “this is where you admitted to me how you felt, ya know?”

He blushed and nodded, “that was here, huh?”.

She nodded and looked around before pointing a few feet from her after getting her bearings, “we were right there”.

Harrison chuckled tenderly, “where?”

She huffed and dropped his hand before practically skipping to the spot she was pointing at.

Haz smirked to himself at how she made it even easier for him to set it up and knowing she would pick up on the sentiment behind the precise spot for what he was about to do.

As she hopped onto the spot she was trying to reach, she looked up at the tower, “right here”.

Haz stayed silent as she spun around to face him, watching as her eyes widened upon seeing him kneeling one knee a few feet from her.

“A-are you..-“ she gasped, hand flying up to her mouth in shock.

He smiled delicately at her, hoping to calm her mind some before he began.

“Y/n y/m/n y/l/n,” he started, his voice tender and loving, “I’ve loved you from the moment you came into my life”.

She moved her hand upwards slightly to rub the tears from her eyes.

“First as my best friend and confidant, then as my crush, then my girlfriend, and now I’m hoping as my fiancé and soon wife” he declared, blinking through his watery eyes.

“I want to spend my life with you, if you’ll let me. I promise to you to always communicate with you, keep you happy, support you in all your endeavors, and fight to be the husband you deserve. Will you give me the chance to do that?” He asked, his fingers slightly shaking but he held his wrist steady to make it less noticeable

“Y/n, will you marry me?” He finished, taking a deep breath of air as he waited for her answer.

She dropped her hand from her face and used it to tug his wrist upwards and towards her.

Harrison stood and neared her as requested.

Y/n smiled widely, stroking his face with her other hand, “oui. Yes, Haz, of course I’ll marry you”.

Harrison chuckled softly as he let out his held breath and pulled her in for a kiss.

“Wait, I learned this” he said pausing as he went to slide the ring on her finger.

“Learned what?” She giggled.

He smiled shyly, “veux… Veux-tu m'épouser?”

Y/n bit her lip, “that was really pretty Harrison, but I don’t know that much French”.

He chuckled and nodded, “I know, that’s why I decided against asking it that way”.

“Wait, you learned how to propose to me in French?” She asked mouth petting slightly

He nodded, fiddling with her fingers as they rest in his hand.

Yn smiled and shook her head, “je t'aime beaucoup Harrison”.

He smiled widely as he pulled her in for another kiss.

Reactions

His mother was so excited, having been the one he relied on for feedback on his proposal plan as his father wasn’t around to be able to.

His sister, Charlotte, had been asking him why he hadn’t proposed for months now; so, she was very excited when she learned of the engagement.

Tom was beyond happy as he was friends with both Yn and Harrison and supported them beyond words.

Y/N’s family was very supportive as well, having seen how well Haz treated her over the years.

Their friends were happy for the couple and excited to see what they’d plan for the wedding as they knew it’d be elegant.

Best Man

Tom was of course Harrison’s best man.

Not only was he friends with both the bride and groom, he was also Harrison’s best friend from when they were young.

He was also the one who introduced them years ago

Bachelor Party

Tom wanted to, and kinda did, go crazy with the bachelor party.

He went all out for his best mate and didn’t spare any expense on the party.

That being said, he was very respectful to Harrison, y/n, and their relationship; respecting any restrictions and boundaries the couple had set for their bachelor/bachelorette festivities.

Wedding Planning

Haz helped with the planning as much as he could.

There were things he couldn’t do of course, like choosing a wedding dress.

Or things that weren’t his to choose/didn’t need to have a say in, such as bridesmaid gifts.

But he helped with any area he could.

He loved it and was very good at is, which wasn’t a surprise given he was always great at design and styling/fashion.

He also was a major help in that his friend was a major clothing designer and offered to do custom clothing for the couple.

Wedding Day

They opted for their wedding to be in Paris.

While it meant both their families and friends had to travel, it was worth it to them.

The city meant more to them than they could have ever explained

And, it meant it wasn’t only one persons’ guests having to travel so it seemed more equitable.

They helped with the costs of traveling for their guests who couldn’t afford to fly /otherwise wouldn’t be able to make it, but also planned it far in advance so people had time to plan and save.

They held it at Palais Garnier, where they’d had their first date year ago.

The ceremony was held in archway of the Salon du Soleil.

The couple stood at the entrance to the small room, between the empty room -allowing a beautiful background of the Salon du Soleil- and their guests watching from the adjacent room as it was was large enough to fit them all.

The coloring of the Salon du Soleil worked aesthetically with the custom made tuxes for Haz and his half of the bridal party.

The lighting also worked flawlessly with Yn’s wedding dress and the bridesmaids dresses.

Tom had pulled some strings to help the couple reserve the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles, where they’d continued their first date years ago.

They were thrilled to have their special spaces filled with memories they shared with friends and family now.

Toasts were done by Tom, Y/N’s best friend and maid of honor, both of their mothers, and Harrison’s sister.

During the dinner portion of the evening Harrison made it his responsibility to make sure y/n was given time and space to eat; politely asking people to come back up to their ‘sweethearts table’ later after she’d had time to eat dinner instead of bothering the couple endlessly and preventing her from eating.

Their night was full of dancing, laughter, and other sweet private moments together.

Taglist for Haz: @galaxyholland @mcushvft @raajali3

Harrison Osterfield Navigation/Masterlist

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[andwhatdostarsdobest]

Here we go again | Part two [h.o]

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warnings: brief mentions of sex, mild swearing

Summary: The world is wide and Y/N wants to make some memories. After a pit stop in Paris, she is now trying to get to Kalokairi, where she believes great things await. Will wild and funny Haz be an annoyance or an adventure of his own?

Word Count: 4k

Okay part two of this Mamma Mia: Here we go again inspired fic is here. This was a super fun chapter to write, I hope it is just as fun to read! 

Songs Included: Why did it have to be me? by Abba

See if you can guess who the third boy Y/N will meet is? 

Happy reading, lovelies

masterlist part 1 part 3

‘I'm young, the world is wide, and I want to make some memories.’

 You sprint along the jetty, boots falling heavily on the rickety surface and bags banging into your hip.

“Hey, wait,” you throw your free hand in the air, waving frantically at the boat that is slowly getting further away, “wait for me, please.”

You contemplate just dropping your luggage right there on the jetty, you need to catch that boat.

It needs to be that boat.

You can feel it. Something special awaits you on the island and that boat is your only chance to get there.

“Wait,” you shout, hope beginning to diminish as the boat starts pulling away faster.

If you miss this boat, you know that there is a whole world of adventures that you will be missing.

It needs to be today. It needs to be that boat.

You’re almost there, almost at the edge of the dock, feet rhythmically pounding as they attempt to get you there in time.

Two kids sit on the bench at the back of the boat, watching you run after it, knowing you aren’t going to make it. They wave at you as they chuckle to one another, enjoying your failure. You stick your tongue out at them as you curse to yourself.

“Damn, I needed to catch that ferry,” you mutter.

There must be another way to get there today.

You bring your hand up and run it through your hair, ideas whirring through your mind.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, there will be another one tomorrow,” a distinctly English voice croons behind you.

“But I really wanted to catch that one,” you sigh, staring after the ferry.

“What’s so important in Kalokairi?” he asks.

“I don’t know yet,” you smile to yourself thinking of all the possibilities that await, “I’ll find out when I get there.”

You turn around still stuck in your daydream.

“Huh, well do you think you’ll miss this?”

A small chuckle escapes his lips as you look up to the person you’ve been conversing with. You’re greeted with eyes so blue they blend in with the ocean around you, sparkling like the water when the golden sun reflects on its surface. You suck in a small breath, your brain buffering. He raises a sculpted eyebrow as he holds one of your bikini tops in front of him.

Cocking your head to the side, you’re finally able to process words again.

“Hey, that’s mine.” You take a step forward, reaching your hand out.

He smoothes the garment against his chest and grins, looking down at it, "what is it not my colour?"

He starts swaying from side to side, “I think I could pull it off.” He winks before starting to whirl around the dock, keeping the swimming costume close to his chest.

“Hey, give it back,” you playfully demand.

He pauses for a moment and scans you up and down, before continuing to twirl. You drop your bags and lunge for him.  Jumping on his back, you try to reach around his arms and grab back your possession, but he manages to swat them away every time.

He is still spinning and you’re starting to get dizzy.

Oh no, gonna be sick, gonna be sick.

It seems he is too as he stops and says, “okay, okay, I give in.”

Thank god.

You jump off his back, taking a moment to reorient yourself, your head feeling heavier than normal. When you do you immediately seize your top back. The guy holds his hands up in submission.

This guy is trouble, that’s for sure. You can never trust a guy with a grin so impish and immediate confidence to match.

With his hands still raised he points one finger to the left, his eyes following the line, “can I have those then?”

There he goes with that mischievous smile again. It’s not cute, definitely not really really cute.

You look to where he is pointing. A selection of your clothes is scattered across the dock.

“Urgh god,” you mumble, a light blush blooming across your cheeks as you scramble to pick them up.

You shove them into your bag as you go. As you go to reach for the last top another hand greets yours, travelling up the tanned skin you reach his face and those eyes. They almost make you short circuit for the second time.

“Here,” he offers you the shirt, “I’m Haz, by the way.”

Hey, this isn't no romcom, buddy.

Cramming the top in your bag and zipping it back up you turn back to Haz, “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he swirls the name around in his mouth before returning his gaze to you, “I like it, it suits you.”

Hah, not falling for that.

“So, Y/N,” he draws out, letting each syllable roll off his tongue.

“So, Haz,” you mimic.

“Why do you need to get to Kalokairi today?”

“Because I have a dream.”

“And that dream is in Kalokairi?”

He takes a few steps back, leaning on the stern of a boat tied at the jetty.

“I’m almost certain of it,” your mind wonders again, “I can feel it.”

“Hmm.” Haz bites his lips, seemingly mulling over a decision. In a flash, he has jumped onto the boat.

He regally strides across the deck, very deliberately gliding his hand along the railing.

“Shame you missed that boat then,” he teases.

Watching him walk along the boat it suddenly clicks.

“You know what would be great?” You ran your tongue over your teeth.

He stops and grips the rope railings, eyes wide, “what’s that?”

Definitely more trouble than he’s worth.

“Well, if someone I knew already had a boat,” you pause for emphasis, “perhaps a stranger who I just met but would be willing to sail me over to the little island.”

“Huh, now wouldn’t that be a stroke of luck.”

Haz runs his hand through his honey hair, “now I bet this stranger would be young, spontaneous and roguishly handsome.”

You roll your eyes, “he’s probably passable looking,” you gesture towards the boat, “but he has a boat.”

Waggling your eyebrows at him, you await his response.

This guy is going to get on your nerves but it's worth it if it means that you can get to Kalokairi. Anything would be worth it if you could get to Kalokairi.  

“Yeah, that would be really great,” he begins.

He leans back, his hands still gripping the railing, stopping him from falling. His shirt tightens around his biceps as they strain under the added pressure, whilst the veins worm their way to the surface and create a pattern across the skin. You can tell he is building up the anticipation with his silence. He is loving every second of this.

The tease.

He releases his grip on the railings.

“Shame this is not my boat.”

Fucking trouble, I knew it. Not to mention a waste of time.

Your mouth falls open, all this flirting wasted. Now you still had no way to the island and you had just wasted your time trying to win this stranger over.

Haz leaps off the boat and reaches you in three elongated strides.

He pouts, “I was just trying to impress the pretty girl.”

“Urgh, I haven’t got time for this, I need to get to Kalokairi.” You push his chest lightly, picking up your bag and making your way back down the jetty.

Five fingers wrap themselves around your wrist, pulling gently, you turn your head, not really interested in anything else Haz has to say.

There is a glint in his eye, “I’m only joking, pretty girl.”

“Y/N,” you grumble.

Haz unfurls his fingers from around your wrist and your arm drops by your side.

“I was joking, this my boat,” he winks, “Y/N.”

You straighten up. “You sure?”

He looks down at your bag and then back up to your face, “well, seems like you don’t have a choice. Come on, I have time to take you to Kalokairi, it only takes a day.”

Is this a good move? He is a stranger. But a stranger with a boat. And you do need a boat. What’s the worse that could happen anyway?

You scan him up and down.

“Kalokairi awaits,” you exclaim, before skipping past him and hauling yourself up onto the boat, dumping your bag at the first opportunity.

“Come on,” you call behind you.

Haz rushes after you, a big smirk spreading over his face.

You sit on the boat, a silence overcoming the two of you, bouncing your leg up and down to keep you busy.

The silence continuing for the next twenty minutes, the only interaction you two share being a glance and a shrug.

Perhaps you won’t have to worry about him causing trouble?

The next five minutes go by and still nothing but nail picking and determinedly staring out at the rushing water.

You hear a huff to your side and Haz states, “well this isn’t going well.”

Does it make it more awkward to mention how awkward it is, or less? You can never tell.

Your expression remains stagnant as you try to figure out where to take this.

“So,” you try, “how often do you take your boat out?”

“Oh no,” Haz puffs, “this is not happening. I have a beautiful girl on my boat and I can’t let that opportunity go to waste.”

You raise an eyebrow.

A smile broadens on his face and he leaps up.

Sidling down next to you, he places a finger under your chin, lifting it to look at him.

“When you were lonely,” he belts out.

What the hell is he doing?

“You needed a man,” he flexes his arm, flashing you a cheeky grin.

“What the fu-" you start before he puts a finger to your lips shushing you.

“Someone to lean on, well I understand,” he continues.

You’re stunned into silence. Is he really singing right now? What’s his motive with this?

“It’s only natural,” he jumps up, solidly landing on the decking and holding one hand close to his heart and pointing the other towards you, “but why did it have to be me?”

“Ahh,” you gasp, mouth agape.

Haz is suddenly filled with all this relentless energy, he swivels on the spot and ducks under the sail. He watches you, waiting for you to get up and join him but all you can do is just keep staring at him incredulously.  

He may be an idiot, but you have to admit that you want to jump up and join him.

But you won’t, he doesn’t get you that easily.

When you don’t move, Haz ducks back under the sail and throws himself down next to you, the toothy grin never once leaving his mouth.

“Nights can be empty, nights can be cold.” He yawns and lifts his arm, letting it settle on your shoulder.

“So you were looking for someone to hold.” His hand creeps further around your shoulder and he taps his fingers on your bare skin. The sensation sets your body tingling and brings your attention to the fact his arm is around you.

I said not that easily.

You tap his hand and it drops behind you. Rising to your feet and shaking your head. Even though you're trying so hard not to find this charming.

He holds his hands up in mock submission, “that’s only natural. But why did it have to be me?”

Haz frowns, his eyes widening and sucking you in for a second. You shake your head to escape their trance.

For a moment his energy diminishes, he mutters under his breath, “Ummm, awkward question, but do you not know this song?”

Now it’s your turn to do some teasing.

“I do,” you answer, your tongue resting on your incisors.

He closes one eye in concentration, trying to work out what you are saying.

Slowly he suggests, “so, you just don’t feel like singing?”

The faintest splotches of pink start to appear on Haz’s face as he waits for your reply.

I’ve let him suffer enough now. Besides who doesn’t love a bit of Abba.

You stare into his eyes for several seconds before flashing your own. You reach behind and pick up a sun-bleached captain’s hat, putting it on jauntily.

“I was so lonesome, I was blue,” you sing, holding one hand against your chest and wiping away pretend tears with the other.

Haz’s face lights up, now that you are in on the game.

“I couldn’t help it, it had to be you and I,” you sing.

Haz reaches forward and grabs the hat from you. He breaks out into laughter, his tongue held in between his teeth as his body rocks. Lines appear around his mouth and under his eyes, making his face looked lived in.

Cute.

“Always thought you knew the reason why,” he winks and starts walking towards you. You throw up your hand to keep him at bay.

Walking backwards, you sing, “I only wanted a little love affair.”

His eyebrows raise at that and he brings your hand into his chest, still walking towards you. You continue to walk backwards.

“Now I can see you are beginning to care,” Haz lulls.

You jump up onto the raised decking, looking down at him, “but baby, believe me. It’s better to forget me.”

Catching both your breath for a moment, you look each other over, ending at each other’s eyes simultaneously. Your heart flutters somewhat as you look into those magical eyes. Maybe it wasn’t the island itself that promised magic, perhaps it was the journey there.

“Men are toys in the game that you play,” Haz sings as you pull him up to meet you, breathing out the last few words.

His hands rest on your waist and one corner of his mouth curls up, “when you get tired, you throw them away. That’s only natural.”

You groan, trying to wriggle free, but his hands only get tighter.

“But why did it have to be me?” Haz dips you, one of your hand falls back behind your head and grazes the wooden floor. You let out a little scream that morphs into a giggle when you see the innocent look plastered all over Haz’s face. With a little too much force he brings you back up, unbalancing you and you fall against him. When you look up he is looking far too smug, so you push away from him.

Trailing your fingers along the bottom of the sail, you walk slowly in front of him.

“Falling in love with a woman like you,” he walks behind you, “happens so quickly, there’s nothing to do.”

You stop, holding onto the sail and popping your hip. Haz falls to his knees and brings his hands up around your bum, a growl escaping his lips.

“It’s only natural. But why did it have to be me?” you trill.

Laughter warms your body and you throw your head back, enjoying yourself far too much.

In unison, you sing, “I was so lonesome.”

Haz gets to his feet and chases you under the sail, but he slips and slides off the raised decking. This time the laughter doesn’t just warm you, it shakes your entire body. He rolls onto his back, defeated, “I was blue.”

You can’t catch a breath in between your guffawing. Your eyes are starting to water. You just manage to exhale, “I couldn’t help it,” breaking off before you can finish the lyric.

Haz catches it immediately, “it had to be you and I. Always thought you knew the reason why.”

He flips over onto his knees and begins crawling towards you.

“I only wanted a little love affair.”

He pushes himself to his feet, right in front of you, his eyes almost level with your own. He leaves barely an inch between you both and you can feel his shaky breath against the skin of your cheek. Your mouth is slightly ajar.

What was I saying about him before? He's trouble. Hmm, maybe trouble is good.

You suck in a breath, “now I can see,” Haz harmonises, “you are beginning to care. But baby, believe me. It’s better to forget me.”

Both your chests rise up and down at a rapid rate as you try to catch your breath and probably regain your composure. Haz starts to lean in a little, breath out, breath in, lean in a little more, breath out, until the tip of his nose is just grazing yours.

I think it’s too early for trouble yet.

“I think it’s too early for trouble,” you whisper.

“Huh, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Nothing.” Shaking your head, you walk towards the stairs down to the cabin, “where am I sleeping?”

Haz opens his mouth to speak, a glint in his eye.

You blurt out, “and don’t say with you.”

“We’ll see about that,” he purrs.

“Huh?”

“Nothing, sweetheart.”  

You roll over in bed, away from the white moonlight that seeps in through the porthole. Sighing, you flip on your stomach, then to your other side, then to your back, unable to get comfortable on the unfamiliar bed. The blanket that you have drawn around you itches and you’re sharing your bed with an abundance of Haz’s stuff. You’ve never been good at sleeping away from your bed but tonight you just can’t seem to get any rest at all, not even a measly five minutes.

You sigh out in frustration.

Bet Haz is sleeping like a baby. Dickhead.

Not wanting to wake him you lay still, looking up at the ceiling. The moonlight is bouncing around the room reflecting off the water in your glass, causing shimmery waves above you. You watch them roll across the ceiling, trying to find peace in them. The tranquillity you require to sleep. They don’t help. You thrash your legs out in front of you, wiggling on your bed, trying to shake off all the restless energy.

Click.

You freeze, unable to identify the sound. The door behind you slides open and Haz steps out, yawning. You quickly snap one eye shut but hold the other one open curious about what your sailing companion is up to in the middle of the night, something telling you that you should pretend to be asleep. Until he walks past your bed.

“Oh my god, what are you doing?” You throw your hands up to cover your eyes whilst trying to turn your head away from the very naked boy in front of you.

"Ahh," Haz screams. He whips around towards the voice, squinting to try to make you out in the dark cabin.

You risk peeking through your eyes and instantly regret it.

“Cover it up,” you shout.

For a second Haz seems confused, then he looks down and realises his lack of clothes.

“Fuck,” he exclaims, bringing his hand down to protect his modesty.

He scratches the back of his head, sleep still fogging his brain.

“Sorry, I thought you were asleep,” he apologises.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

The silence that follows, although only a few seconds feels like a lifetime. If this were a film, you would be able to hear crickets.

“You can take your hands down now,” he says.

“Hmm, I would feel safer if you were wearing this,” you move your hand across your bed feeling for your blanket. When you get a firm grip of it, you throw it in his direction.

A couple more painfully awkward seconds pass.

“Alright, you can look now,” Haz repeats.

Tentatively you uncover your face, barely opening your eyes in case you are greeted with a less than welcome site again.

Haz has wrapped the blanket around his hips, where it is hanging dangerously loose. He catches you staring and pulls it slightly tighter. Even in this low light, you can see the definition of his abs, the strong curve of his biceps. The blanket is slung low enough for you to see the strong v formation that almost looks like an arrow pointing down towards…

Oh fuck, you weren’t supposed to find him hot.

Lucky it’s dark so he can’t see how hot and bothered you’re becoming.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asks, one eyebrow raised.

You nod in response.

“Huh,” he smirks, “liking what you see?”

Oh great, he’s found his confidence again, didn’t take long.

“Okay, I’m going back to sleep.”

You roll onto your side, curling up into a small ball. A tiny chill makes its way down your spine as you really notice the absence of the blanket.

“Wait,” Haz says, his voice becoming quieter, a softness creeping in.

Maybe that’s why you decided to reply.

“What?” you grumble.

“If neither of us can sleep, why don’t we stay up together,” he trails off at the end.

You move so you are looking at him, “and what exactly do you think we’ll be doing together.”

“Just talking.”

That took you back, maybe his mind wasn't always as depraved as you thought. You furrow your brow, wondering what his intentions are with this. This boy always seems to have an ulterior motive. But you can’t sleep and it would be nice to have someone to pass the time with and if he tries anything, well then, you’ll just throw him out.

“Sure,” you concede.

Haz simply radiates warmth after this and clambers onto your bed, keeping a respectful distance.

“So, Y/N, what are you really looking for in Kalokairi?”

 Haz is wild and such a funny guy, one thing led to another and …

The boat bobs along the water unevenly, tiny waves lapping at its edges as it draws into the dock.

In front of you lies Kalokairi, you can’t believe you’ve finally made it. You were ready to make some memories. Even the shore felt special, the pale sand interspersed with an assortment of beautiful shells, small clusters of grains being brushed around by the light breeze. The sun reflected off the water, making it twinkle. Something you had only seen in perfect pictures. Past the beach was a stone covered path that seemed to wrap itself round and round the island. Intensely green trees carved its way.

It was like a postcard. It didn’t seem real.

As soon as the boat knocks against the wooden planks of the dock you scramble up and leap from it. Running down to the end and sinking your feet in the sand, a coolness spread through your toes as the sand settles between them. You heard heavy breaths behind you, so you spin around.

“Don’t forget these, sweetheart.” Haz held out your bags, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths.

“Thanks,” you beam.

You look back to the island, “it’s wonderful, isn’t it.”

“Mmm, sure is,” Haz rests a hand on your shoulder, “look are sure you’re going to be alright?”

“Yes, yes, stop worrying, I’ll be fine.”

You lean up and kiss his cheek, “thank you again for taking me here.”

You think you see him bite the inside of his cheek.

“It’s no problem, really,” he takes a step back, nodding his head solidly, “right, well, I’ll be back in a couple of weeks to check on you, make sure you haven’t gotten into too much trouble.”

“I don’t think it’s me you should worry about getting into trouble,” you chide.

Walking backwards from Haz, you wave at him and he gets the message. He makes his way back to the boat and clambers aboard, untying it from the dock.

“See you soon, Y/N” he shouts.

You blow him a kiss, then turn back to face the beach.

You’ve got a whole island to explore.

[wronglanemendes]

tom: are you sure your doing it right

harrison: mate i just rechecked and reread the instructions over a dozen times

tom: did you remember to turn the oven on you div

[tomnhaz]

oh to be a dog nestled into the arm of a smoking hot british man in the midst of an international pandemic 😭😩😍

[honestlyimstilllivinginthe90s]

Being in quarantine with the Holland boys request?? (Headcannons if that's good!)

Quarantine with the Hollands includes. . . . .

- Well this would definitely be fun.

- Tom would 100% sleep until noon because he's a tired boi and is always working.

- I think Harrison would wake up first and workout and it annoys you how that man is able to do that without collapsing.

- Sam would make breakfast, Harry would eat the last slice of toast and claim that the chickens ate it.

- Playing board games would turn into World War 3.

- "How come Harry has so much money?"

- "Because that's how the game works, div."

- "You cheated!"

- Monopoly is a sport with the Hollands.

- Even with Sam.

- He is of course the sweetest boi, but when it comes to board games....

- Bruce Banner who?

- Harry getting bored in 0.06 seconds of quarantine.

- Running to the door screaming.

- "Let me out!"

- PILLOW FIGHTS AND NERF WARS!!!

- spiderman kisses with Tom

- Workouts with Haz

- Baking with Sam and Harry

- planning world domination with Harry

- Facetiming Paddy.

- You reading to them. Them all sitting in a circle around you like schoolchildren.

- Jam out sessions to Harry Styles crying at falling.

- Binge watching American Horror Story a girl can dream

- Just generally driving each other insane

- (tuwaine isn't in this one because he doesn't deserve to be stuck in quarantine with Harry)

You should expect Haz to be in every Holland family fic. Thank you for the request! Requests are open! Thanks for reading and stay safe!

[courageous-she]

Stolen Kisses (Part V)- H.O

Harrison Osterfield x Holland!Reader

Summary: The happy ending...

Warnings: Some language, mostly fluff

Word Count: 2577

a/n: someone asked when the next part would be out and I had like half written so I finished it really quick.... here it is, the final part of Stolen Kisses!

masterlist

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The rest of the weekend moved quickly, much to your dismay. You didn’t really want to go home and have to face Harry and Sam again. They’d kept their promise, though, to keep your relationship with Harrison quiet until you could tell Tom. And that was the next thing on your mind, how were you going to tell Tom that you and his best friend had been secretly dating for over a month?

You’d gotten back home around noon, noticing that your mum and dad were out, probably getting groceries for the rest of the week. Opening the front door, you tried to remain as quiet as possible so that your brothers wouldn’t hear you come in. Paddy wasn’t as much of a threat if you ran into him, he didn’t know anything, it was Sam and Harry you were watching out for. With a soft ‘click’ you shut the front door and took off your shoes so that you could quietly make your way upstairs.

Your efforts were almost successful, but as you reached for the doorknob into your bedroom, you heard a cough from behind you. Spinning around on the balls of your feet, you turned to face your twin brothers who had the biggest shit-eating-grins on their faces. You quickly rolled your eyes at them and attempted to get out of the conversation by sliding into your room. But much to no avail, the two boys barreled their way in and sat comfortably on your bed.

“Soooo, how was your weekend with lover boy?” Sam asked while raising his eyebrows.

“Probably would have been a lot more relaxing if you lot hadn’t barged in and found out something you weren’t supposed to” you replied, annoyance evident in your tone.

“Well, to be fair, we wouldn’t have interrupted your romantic weekend alone had the two of you just told us about your relationship in the first place” Harry retorted. And to be fair, you knew he was right, and you were ready to tell your family about your relationship, but the hesitation in telling Tom was holding you back.

“It’s not that Harrison and I didn’t want to tell you! In fact, we talked about how much easier things would be if you all knew. It’s that we don’t quite know how to tell Tom or how he’ll take the news” Your brothers could tell you’d been thinking about this for some time and that the thought of telling your oldest brother was slowly eating away at you.

“Well, if you’ll allow us, Harry and I can try to help you and Haz find the most risk-free way of telling Tom…” Sam proposed, his hand coming to rub soothing circles on your back as he sensed your anxiety regarding the situation.

“Yeah, yeah, I think that would be good. I don’t think Harrison would mind considering the way you two found out. I’ll talk to him tonight and get back to you, yeah?” Your brothers nodded and quietly made their way out of your room. When you heard the click of your door, you let all of your emotions out. You hadn’t noticed that you’d been quietly crying to yourself until your phone lit up with Harrison’s face. Wiping away many more tears than you had initially realized, you tried to put on a brave face for your boyfriend.

“Hello, love! I missss- hey hey why are you crying?” Harrison’s cheery tone quickly turned to that of concern when he saw your tear-stained face and puffy, red eyes.

“It’s nothing, Haz” You laughed, realizing how ridiculous you probably looked, “Harry and Sam came into my room as soon as I got back and they were curious, obviously. And then we got on the subject of why we haven’t really told anyone about us yet and how I really didn’t know how to tell Tom. And they offered to help us find the right way to tell him, but I said that I would have to talk to you first, but that you might not have a problem-” Your rambling was cut off by Harrison as quickly as it had started.

“Woah, woah,woah, love slow down and breathe.” You did as instructed, and took a large inhale feeling the cool air in your lungs and trying to steady your breath. “I don’t mind them helping us think of ways to tell Tom, so long as they don’t act like divs while they’re doing it” he finished, a slight annoyance present during that last part.

“I don’t think they will, they seemed really sincere about it”

“Alright, then that’s settled and we can start working on the next step. But listen, Y/N, I don’t want you to worry too much about this. Tom is going to be okay with this no matter what, and if he isn’t then I’m the one taking the fall, I promise” Harrison’s reassuring voice allowed you to calm down just a little more from the anxiety you were currently feeling.

“I know Haz, I just don’t want that to have to be the case. If Tom’s not okay with us being together, I don’t know what I’ll do”

“Now’s not the time to worry about that, okay love? Go take a hot bath with your new book and try to relax. I love you.” He finished softly. You smiled, hearing those three words will always make your heart flutter.

“I love you too, Harrison. Goodnight.” And with that, you ended your call with Harrison and made your way over to your bathroom. He was right, a good book and a hot bath were all you needed right now

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A few days later, you were getting ready to head over to Tom and Harrison’s for a late dinner. Tom had arrived back home earlier that evening and Harrison initiated the first phase of the plan you’d all come up with, which was to get Tom to invite you and your brother’s over for dinner. It worked, obviously, seeing as Tom hadn’t seen anyone in a while and wanted to catch up.

Harry and Sam were waiting for you downstairs, but you were having more difficulty than normal deciding what to wear. This was a casual thing, so it really shouldn’t have been that hard. But just knowing what you were going to be doing later that night kept running through your mind, clouding your thoughts. You’d eventually decided on your basic outfit, jeans and a t-shirt and made your way downstairs to see your brothers impatiently waiting.

“Finally!” Harry exclaimed as you sat at the bottom step to tie your shoes.

“Sorry” You replied quietly. Sam gave Harry a quick shove as he realized how nervous you must be.

“Listen, Y/N, everything tonight will be fine. You have Harry and I to back you up if Tom hates the idea of you and Harrison.” Sam said, sitting next to you on the step.

“Yeah, not that I think he will though” Harry added, sitting on your other side. All you could do at that moment was give your brothers a nod, allowing only one tear to fall down your cheek. Sam squeezed you into his side, giving you a boost of confidence before the three of you made your way over to Tom and Harrison’s.

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Sam and Harry walked into the house first, greeting Tom excitedly. You made your way in quietly, suddenly feeling quite small.

“Hello, love!” Tom greeted, giving you a tight squeeze, “What book are we on now?” he asked, leading you into the living room where everyone was sitting.

“Um, ‘The Tattooist of Auschwitz’” you said quietly, sitting down on the couch next to Tom. Harrison was sat in a chair just across from you. You’d looked up at him, but quickly reverted your eyes the second you made eye contact with him. You didn’t want Tom to notice the way you looked at Haz, or even the way he looked at you. But Tom did notice, and he was confused, but only for a second as the conversation moved on to another subject.

The night moved forward, despite how much you wanted to rewind. You and Harrison continued to steal glances at one another and quickly look away after any sort of eye contact was made. It was almost your way of checking in on one another since the two of you were keeping a distance. At one point, Harry got up to use the bathroom attached to Tom’s room. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket a second later and glanced at a text from Harrison

HAZ: say that you need to use the restroom

You didn’t question but followed the instructions. Slowly standing from your position on the couch, you stated, “I’ll be right back, I have to pee”.

“Well, Harry’s in there-” Tom started, looking toward the direction of his bathroom.

“You can use mine; I was just heading in there to grab a sweatshirt” Harrison quickly interjected. He stood up quickly from his chair and lead you toward his room. You followed him in, walking directly toward his en suite so as not to make it suspicious to Tom. Harrison walked to his closet, grabbing a sweatshirt and tossing it over his head. He then walked quietly over to the bathroom where you stood, arms across your chest and head down.

“You alright, love?” Harrison asked, gently lifting your chin so you could look at him. He could tell you were nervous, and it was nearing the time that you were going to tell Tom about your relationship.

“I just- I don’t know how he’s going to react, Haz” You replied, voice quiet. Harrison sighed, understanding your concern and brought you into his embrace. He rested his chin on top of your head and rubbed circles along your spine.

“Me either, love, but it’s now or never. You think you can do it?”

You nodded your head that was resting against his chest. As he let you out of his embrace, you shooed him out of the bathroom, actually having to go now. Nervous pee. Once you were done, the two of you walked out of his room together to Harry, Sam, and Tom all sitting on their phones. But as soon as the two of you walked out, Tom’s head shot up and he stood from his spot on the couch, facing the both of you.

“What is up with the two of you tonight? Like, you haven’t been able to make 2 seconds worth of eye contact all night, literally blatantly looking away from each other. And then, you two spend like fifteen minutes in there? Harrison, it does not take that long to grab a sweatshirt! It’s like you’re hiding something,” he laughed, plopping back down on the couch and getting his phone out, “hell, for all I know, you two could be secretly dating and not telling me.”

You sucked in a nervous breath at your brother’s last statement. Harry and Sam quickly turned to look at you, shock written all over their faces. Harrison wrapped an arm protectively around your waist, ready to defend what the two of you have.

“Actually mate, we do have something to tell you” Harrison replies confidently. Tom’s face whips around to look at his friend, quickly noticing how his arm rested around your waist. You were still in shock at how this was all going down. It was too quick.

Tom’s face grew into a shit-eating-grin as he jumped from the couch. “I fucking knew it! I knew the two of you were sneaking around! Oh my God, how stupid do the two of you think I am?” His display of emotion was quite confusing. A mix of happiness and anger. Sam and Harry just sat quietly in the background waiting to see how this all played out.

“Y-you knew?” you asked quietly, stepping out of Harrison’s hold. You were a little angry if you were being honest. If he knew, it meant he also knew how anxious you had been all night and he didn’t say anything!

“Of course, I knew! I have your location, and when I was checking to see where my assistant was last week, I saw that you were over here with Harrison. And then I got curious, so I started checking every so often, and you were here the entire week! I had an idea that you two might be together, but I pushed it aside. That is until tonight when the two you of kept awkwardly avoiding each other’s stares. And then, ‘going to the bathroom in Harrison’s room’? Yeah, I may be dyslexic, but I’m not dumb” Tom finally finished, arms tightly crossed against his chest.

“Well-” Sam started but was quickly quieted with a death glare from Tom.

“So, how long has this been going on?” Tom asked, stepping closer to you and Harrison. You still couldn’t gauge Tom’s emotions. Was he happy, mad, annoyed? You stepped back toward Harrison, wanting to have his arm back around your waist to keep you safe.

“Almost two months” you whispered. Tom just nodded, turned quickly, and sat back down on the couch quietly. You looked up at Harrison who was just as confused as you were. Sam and Harry sat in some sort of trance, not wanting to move for fear that Tom might come after them too.

“Well, congrats. Some ground rules: I’m never the third wheel, I don’t want to hear any gross lovey-dovey talk, I don’t want to see the two of you snogging, and no sex while I’m home.” He said curtly, scrolling through the list of movies on the tv.

“Wait, so you don’t have a problem with us dating?” you asked, slightly in shock. You weren’t sure exactly how Tom would take this, but this definitely wasn’t one of the options you had played out in your head.

“No, I don’t have a problem, Y/N, promise,” Tom said looking over at you and giving you a reassuring smile. He was just busting your balls about the entire thing. He knew Haz had a crush on you for a while, he figured it was only time before he got the balls to do something about it. He wouldn’t ruin this for the two of you unless Harrison did something stupid, and then he might. “Now, do we have a bloody deal, or not?”

“Deal, mate!” Harrison said quickly, grabbing your hand and leading the two of you to his room.

“Where are you going?” Harry yelled from the living room just as Haz was closing the door behind him.

“Made a deal with Tom, so we’re going to snog in here!” He said quickly before closing and locking the door behind him. You giggled at his response, not initially sure why he was bringing you back in his room.

“Thank God that’s over,” Harrison said. He kissed your lips roughly, placing his hand under your thighs to lift you up. He tossed you carefully on to the bed and made his way over to you, hovering above you.

“I don’t want to hear any sexual noises!” Tom yelled at the two of you from his spot in the living room. All you could do was laugh, wrap your arms tightly around Harrison’s neck bringing him closer to you, and continue where the two of you had left off.

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Tag List:

@dottierose @snowflakebarnes @just-a-littlebit-of-everything @with-my-soul-and-heart @bum-rayee @peterparkoure @thevelvetseries

[mikealareid]

How dare he look that good

[evermoreholland]

Y’all I’m going to do ships today! Send me a short bio about yourself in my asks and I will ship you with either Tom, Harrison, or Harry. Have fun!!

[peterspideyy]

heyyy!

just letting you know that if you have any requests for imagines/oneshots/headcanons comment below or dm me :)

list on what i will write:

peter parker/spiderman

tony stark/iron man

tom holland

robert downey jr

harrison osterfield

harry holland

sam holland

loki

thor

any other mcu characters!

[eeyore101247]

a little headcanon about helping Haz rehearse for an upcoming audition he’s nervous for? 🥰

Oh my goodness, it would be so sweet and cute.

You’re sitting on the couch while Harrison is pacing around the living room, reading over the lines for an upcoming audition

You just stop him by gently grabbing his hand and offer to help, a gentle smile on your face as your eyes meet his beautiful blues

He would accept and pass off the audition script, pointing to which lines you need to read

You’d read them out, trying to act the part but fail miserably because you aren’t an actor

Harrison would be too focused on watching you, the way your brows furrow as you read the lines before saying them, or the way your lips move as you speak

Eventually, you’d give up as you devolved into a fit of giggles at how distracted Harrison was, beckoning him over to the couch with you

The two of you would spend the rest of the day cuddling as you reassured him that he was going to do amazing at his audition (with plenty of reassuring kisses)

This has me so soft. It’s short but adorable.

Think @hazssouthernbelle and @spidey-waffles11 would enjoy this little head cannon lolz

[artificialbreezy]

imma have nothing to do from now until august so like, you should send in some requests for some head cannons, fake texts/instagrams, and mood boards

will do them for:

harry styles (and the other 1D boys)

borhap boys/girls

MCU/avengers/actors who play them

queen

5 seconds of summer

Daniel Sherman

Harrison Osterfield

[intergalacticsuperstar]

Tom Holland + tumblr friends

You know how we joke that Tom has a tumblr fan account for himself? Like can you imagine all the hilarious situations there could be???

- like the whole bandana thing... You obviously don’t know it’s Tom but his blog is like your best friend on tumblr so you would inbox him the picture of him in the yellow bandana freaking out, talking about how awesome he looks. Tom’s probably like ‘??? I look good??? I guess I’ll do it again.’

+and then laughing his butt off when it gets the same reaction a second time with the black bandana.

- or what about sending him posts that are roasting him and he can’t deny that they are hilarious

- or when your ranting about tumblr drama together and he’s so invested

- Tom sending you selfies and you being like “WHERE DID YOU FIND THIS?” but really he just took the photo

- Him making a point to check your blog specifically when something big goes down and he wants an honest reaction

- Tom showing Harrison the funny posts you make

- But, of course, Harrison has an account too.

- And you are just as shook when he sends you pictures of him and Tom because “Where the heck are they getting these???”

-  so one time, Tom, while under his fan account, lets it slip to you that he’s in a certain location and you notice that it’s the same location as Tom and Harrison.

- You are freaking out and telling him to go find them, but... he’s already found him because he is him.

- Harrison and Tom think it’s hilarious

- But they’d be dying to tell you because at this point you are basically best friends with them

- and finally, they’d crack and send you a video of them talking about your blog and

then you would die

the end.

[tomnhaz]

Could you do a hc for all the boys reactions to their gfs dying their hair crazy colors but not telling them beforehand? (blue, pink, purple, etc.) *Bonus points for one of them dying it rainbow bc pride and they’re bi/pan*

i wasn’t sure who you wanted, so i did tom and haz :)

tom

you’d decided to be spontaneous

you and tom were going the pride fest tomorrow, and you had been nervous all well

the two of you hadn’t been dating long, but things were getting pretty serious

you really liked tom, and you didn’t wanna ruin things with him, but you knew you should tell him that you were bi

it wasn’t a big deal, at least you didn’t think it should be

but starting off a relationship hiding something big like that wasn’t the best idea

you had decided to die your hair the color of the bi pride flag (pink, purple, and blue)

a friend of yours had agree to help you with it, and you really liked the final result

you got home afterwards and tom was hanging out with the boys in the living rooms

he heard you come through the door and shouted out a hello

you walked into the doorway and greeted the boys

all of their jaws dropped at the sight of your hair

toms back was still to you, but the looks on all the other boys’ faces made him turn around

his eyes widened and he jumped to his feet

“love, your hair !” he exclaimed, taking a few steps forward till he was standing in front of you, reaching up and running his fingers through the end

“yea...do you like it ?” you asked, scared of his response

“do i like it ? y/n i love it !” he announced, a huge smile sneaking onto his face

“what made you pick those colors ?” harrison asked from the sofa

“they’re uh, the colors of the bi pride flag” you muttered, glancing up at tom to readbhis reaction, and his smile widened

he didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to because the look he gave you was enough to let you know that he understood

he pulled you in for a hug and whispered in your ear, “i love you, y/n. and i love your new hair”

harrison

harrison had been away filming with tom for a few weeks now

to say you were bored without him was an understatement

so bored, in fact, that you decided to have a little fun and dye your hair

it was summertime and you wanted to do something bright so you opted for purple

later that day you sat on you and harrison’s shared bed and got ready for your nightly facetime call with the blonde

“hey love” he answered your call, his smile bright upon seeing you

“hey babe” you answered, your smile matching his

“woah” he narrowed his eyes at the screen “is my picture bad or is your hair purple ?”

you let out a nervous laugh, reaching up to run your fingers through your hair, “haha yea, i uh- i decided to dye it today”

“i can see that” he answered with a light laugh

“do you like it ?” you asked, struggling to put a smile on your face, too nervous for what he would say

“oh darling it’s beautiful, just surprised is all” he said with a wink

you let out a sigh of relief, the smile returning to your face

“in fact” he continued, looking around behind the his phone’s camera for something “tom! !” he shouted

you could faintly hear tom reply

“come look at my girlfriend, she dyed her hair and now she’s even hotter”

[fallingforholland]

Sorry.... but I’m back!

Hi lovelies, sorry I disappeared for so long, I started University this year and it’s a little crazy but I’m going to get back to posting (finally) in the next couple of days. I’ve also been thinking of bridging out a little from just writing about the Holland boys to include Harry Potter characters and other members of the MCU. ALSO requests for ships, headcannons and fics are open so send me any requests, I can’t wait to get writing again!!!

[courageous-she]

Stolen Kisses (Part IV)- H.O

Harrison Osterfield x Holland!Reader

Summary: The fun can only last so long...

Warnings: Some language, mostly angst and fluff

Word Count: 1425

a/n: Wow I truly do suck at updating my works, but here she is in all her glory!

Masterlist

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Harrison woke up early the next morning, wanting to treat you to breakfast in bed. He was cherishing every second that he got to spend along with you this weekend. Having to hide his girlfriend from his best mate was extremely difficult, and it only makes it harder with you being Tom’s younger sister. But waking up next to you in his bed solidified his feelings for you even more. You looked absolutely beautiful and he pinched himself every day knowing he got to hold you in his arms.

Harrison currently stood in the kitchen, preparing various breakfast foods to take into you when you woke up. He was only praying that you wouldn’t wake up before he was done. But he’d left the door to his room slightly open, allowing him to keep an eye on you in case you did wake up early. He was so distracted in the kitchen that he didn’t notice the front door being unlocked and your two brothers making their way inside.

“Cooking us breakfast, Hazzy?” Harry joked, sitting at a barstool in front of where Harrison was cooking. Harrison looked up, shocked, and stumbled to find words. He quickly glanced between his open door and the twins causing Sam to peek into the bedroom. Luckily, the way you were sleeping was facing away from the open door, meaning your brothers couldn’t quite tell who was in Harrison’s bed.

“Got company I see,” Sam remarked with a grin plastered across his face. Harrison just continued to stutter out a response as he quickly went to shut his bedroom door, careful not to wake you still. Harrison knew that Sam and Harry had a key to his and Tom’s place, he just didn’t think that today, of all days, they would choose to use it and walk in on him. What if he had been walking around the flat naked? It is his house after all and Tom’s not around.

“What are you two divs doing here?” Harrison whisper shouted through gritted teeth. This really messed up his plans and he just prayed that you stayed asleep until he could get the twins out.

“Wellllll, we were going to ask if you wanted to come into the city with us today, but it seems you have other plans” Harry joked, looking back to Harrison’s now closed bedroom door. Harry stood from the barstool and patted Sam’s shoulder, “Guess we’ll catch up with you some other time, mate” he said. The two were just making their way to the door when they heard a small squeak from behind them.

Harrison cursed under his breath, knowing that it was you making your way out of the bedroom. There was no time for him to warn you before you groggily made your way into the kitchen, revealing yourself to your younger brothers.

“mm, smells good Haz I’m actually quite hung-” Your sentence ended abruptly as you noticed your two brothers standing at the front door, mouths agape. You stood in shock and fear wearing only Harrison’s shirt and shorts. You didn’t quite know how to react or what to say and Harrison was no help just standing in the kitchen looking back and forth between your brothers and you.

“What the bloody hell is going on here?” Sam asked, motioning between you and Harrison. “Have you been fuckin’ our sister!?” He asked suddenly, moving toward Harrison quickly and clearly angry. Harrison put his hands out to keep some distance between him and your brother, sputtering utter nonsense in an attempt to defend himself. You quickly jumped in between the two boys, not wanting either of them to regret what could happen.

“We are not having sex!” you shouted quickly, pushing Sam a safer distance away from Harrison. Harry pulled Sam back a little further in an attempt to calm him down slightly. Harrison stepped behind you, placing his hands on your hips to let you know he was with you. “For fuck's sake, Sam, what would it even matter to you if we were?”

You were still worked up slightly, emotions getting the best of you. This was exactly the type of reaction you were afraid you’d receive upon telling your family, and especially your brothers, about your relationship with Harrison. However, at this moment, you clearly had no choice but to come clean to your two younger brothers.

“Harrison and I are dating.” You sighed, “We’ve been dating for about a month and we weren’t planning on telling anyone for about another month.” Harrison squeezed your waist to let you know that he was still there and could step in when necessary. You seemed to be handling this pretty well though, so he kept his distance.

“A month!? You mean to tell me the two of you have been secretly hooking up for a month and haven’t told anyone, not even Tom?” You could tell that Sam was still heated about the situation, and clearly annoyed that you had been hiding your relationship.

“It’s not like that mate” Harrison stepped in, stepping next to you but maintaining his hold on your waist, “We’ve been falling for each other slowly over the years, but on New Year’s we kissed and it changed everything. We’ve gone on a few dates and done nothing more than kiss. We’re taking this slowly because we want to make sure it’s the real thing before we tell everyone.”

“Especially Tom. We wanted to tell Tom when we were ready, so you have to promise us that you won’t tell him.” You pleaded with your brothers, looking between both Harry and Sam. Harry nodded in agreement, feigning sympathy for the two of you, but Sam was still lightly fuming.

“I swear to God, Harrison Osterfield if you so much as hurt my sister-” Sam spoke through gritted teeth.

“I won’t hurt her mate; I couldn’t even dream of it. If I’m being honest here, and I haven’t quite said this out loud yet, but I think I love you” Harrison was now looking at you, directly at you as if you were the only person there in the room with him. You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand to reassure him.

“I love you too, Haz” You leaned up and gave him a soft kiss only to then hear groans from your brothers in the background.

“Well if the two of you are going to be dating and doing all that gushy love stuff, there’s going to have to be a few rules,” Sam said with a disgusted look on his face.

“Yeah, like you can’t be snogging in front of us, that’s just bloody weird” Harry chimed in. Both you and Harrison laughed at your brothers’ disgust. It definitely felt a little lighter in the room with some of the awkward tension gone.

“Fine, we will absolutely discuss ground rules with you, but not right at this moment. Haz and I were hoping to have a relaxed weekend alone without sneaking around, so if you wouldn’t mind…” You hinted, hoping they would get a clue and leave.

They made their way to the door, still slightly confused and uncomfortable at the fact that you were dating their longtime mate. However, they understood why the two of you waited to tell everyone but were a little hesitant on the fact that they couldn’t tell Tom about your relationship.

After the two boys left, you and Harrison both let out a deep sigh, relief washing over the two of you that that was over. “Well, I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but I think it’s gone a bit cold,” Harrison said, slightly sad that his morning hadn’t quite gone as planned. You smiled, placing your hands around his hips and your chin on his chest smiling up at him.

“That’s alright love let’s order take away instead and watch a movie. I need something to take my mind off of what just occurred” You spoke gently, easing his mind and calming his nerves even more than he thought possible.

“I think I can help with that.” And with a cheeky grin, Harrison through you over his shoulder and made his way over to the couch. The two of you spent the day lounging around and watching Netflix. Occasionally the conversation moved to telling your families and how exactly you would tell Tom. But those conversations went as fast as they came, with both of you just wanting to focus on each other.

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