#harrison osterfield x fem

[jahayla-parker]

writing prompt: “You’re supposed to be dead!” “Yeah, sorry about that.” for character of choice

“You’re Supposed to Be Dead” : Prompt Preference

Description: "You're supposed to be dead", "Yeah, sorry about that" prompts for Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Tom Holland, and Harrison Osterfield; some fluff, some hurt-comfort, and some enemies to lovers Warnings: mentions of death/character deaths, violence and violent video games,SOC/SAB standard trigger warnings, etc. Notes: I changed the last line of the prompt slightly, same theme but just not as an actual line but instead the premise only.

Kaz Brekker x Reader

Found here (too long for a blurb type request format)

Jesper Fahey x Reader

“You’re supposed to be dead!” Jesper shouted as he watched his girlfriend casually enter the room.

Y/n shrugged coyly, “plans change”.

Nina giggled in the background as she watched their argument.

Jesper signed, “y/n, this is serious”

“Damn Jesper, didn’t realize you wanted me dead so badly” y/n joked, making Nina snort.

Jesper shook his head furiously, “you know that’s not what’s happening”.

Y/n sighed as he realized he wasn’t going to buy into the playful banter.

“Doll, this was to keep you safe!” Jesper scolded, eyes scanning the otherwise empty Crow Club as if he expected the man hunting her to be following her so closely.

“I know, but plans change” y/n repeated, shrugging off the torn coat that was covered in fake blood.

“Why?!” Jesper panicked, his eyes moving back to her.

Y/n glanced over at Kaz who just stood stoically and stared back at her.

Jesper glanced back and forth between them.

“Wha- you knew?!” he yelled at Kaz out of frustration.

Kaz raised an eyebrow at the outburst but merely adjusted his grip on the head of his cane and nodded once.

Jesper threw his arms in the air exasperatedly, “You helped stage her death! So.., Why would you undo that?! Why-? How-? What?! I don’t-…”.

Kaz signaled for y/n to explain and she sighed reluctantly.

“Jesper, something came up that was more important” she began softly, knowing how he’d argue that nothing was more important than this plan.

“More important than staying safe until you got to Novyi Zem and we could start new lives?!” Jesper argued, a defeated but frustrated look on his face.

“Yes” y/n admitted firmly, stepping closer to him.

“What’s so important that you’d give all that up and break your promise to me?!” Jesper huffed.

She felt guilty for breaking their promise, but she knew she had to.

As she stared guiltily at her boots, she sighed, “your life, Jesper”.

Jesper froze, his hands dropping to his side, “what?”

Y/n took a deep breath and lifted her gaze to him, noticing his eyes had softened.

“Your life was in danger, Jesper. I’m not going to apologize for prioritizing you over myself” she began, holding up a hand as he went to interject, “not when you’d have done the same thing if the roles were reversed”.

Jesper nodded and sighed as he grabbed her hand.

“Doll, how was my life in danger? You were the one Mastian and his crew were after” Jesper pointed out.

“That was true. But, as Kaz finished the last details of my death, he noticed Krishgon nearing the Crow’s Club” y/n explained.

“Krishgon?” Jesper asked, trying to place the name.

“The con man you stole the chest from last week? His goons recognized you from one of the gambling parlors here in the Barrel. Kaz found out he’d taken out a hit on you but hadn’t told any of us” y/n said, her voice taught.

“It was being handled” Kaz cut in, “there hadn’t been any viable threat”.

“Yet” y/n argued, shooting Kaz a glare before facing Jesper again.

“However, it seemed he was going to take the chance of you being distracted by my ‘death’ to exact his consequence” y/n sighed, squeezing her boyfriends hand.

“Well that’s just cruel, way to kick a man when he’s down” Jesper criticized the man’s timing.

Matthias rolled his eyes, “she didn’t actually die Jesper”.

As Jesper went to respond, y/n tugged on his hand to redirect him back to the current issue.

“Krishgon might not be Rollins or Kaz, but that’s almost worse because he doesn’t care about revenge” y/N’s voice shook softly, “he just wants his threats eliminated. So I’m not going to apologize for coming back for you”.

Jesper brushed a few stray tears from her eyes, “I’m sorry love, I didn’t know”.

“I know, but that’s why, Jes. If I stayed dead, I’d be safe but you wouldn’t” y/n surmised.

“And then, she’d also be at risk again, this time by association” Kaz added.

Jesper nodded at Kaz in silent acknowledgment of his understanding as to why Kaz breached the deal they’d made.

“We’ll figure this out, okay love? We can fake another-“ Jesper began, looking to Kaz in hopes he’d have a plan in the works.

“No. I’m not running anymore Jesper. I said I would because it was what you wanted and what you thought was needed. But now it’s not just me. I’m staying “ she stated firmly, looking over at Kaz and nodding once before facing her boyfriend again.

“We’re staying and we’re going to take both gangs down. We’ll take a play from their playbook and eliminate both threats completely if need be” y/n planned aloud.

Jesper raised his eyebrows in shock at her firm yet casual stance on killing two gang bosses.

But as he saw she wasn’t letting up, he smirked and he rested hands on revolvers.

“This is our home and we’re going to keep it” she told him.

He nodded and lifted one of his guns up to his lips, “Yes we are, together”.

Tom Holland x Reader

Tom glared at his brother, “you have to be kidding me”.

Harry smirked and shook his head, “not in the slightest mate. Y/n is due on set any minute now”.

“But she’s supposed to be dead!” Tom groaned loudly.

Harry laughed and shrugged, “well, they brought her back. So you’ll just have to get over your feelings for her and do your job”.

Tom rolled his eyes, “quiet down. Last thing I need is people thinking you mean I have romantic feelings for her”.

“Even though you do” Harry stated simply as he set down Tom’s coffee.

“I do not” Tom scoffed, gritting his teeth.

Harry rolled his eyes, “if you say so mate, but look, you should head over to the set soon”.

Tom glanced at his watch and sighed.

He took a quick sip of his coffee before rushing back to the set with his script in hand.

“Seriously?” Tom groaned as he ran into y/n’s back.

“Excuse me?” Y/n asked, eyes widening as she turned around and saw Tom.

“Of course you’d be in the way” he remarked trying to side step her.

She moved to block him, “you ran into me Holland. Not the other way around”.

Tom rolled his eyes, “yeah, well-“.

Y/n watched as he scrambled for a comeback, a smirk growing on her face, “well?”

“You’re supposed to be dead!” Tom shouted, getting the attention of a few other cast members.

Y/n scoffed and shrugged, “I didn’t ask them to bring me back, but I guess the fans love me”.

“I suppose someone has to” Tom huffed.

Y/n’s confident posture slackened some; betraying the fact his attack actually landed this time.

But instead of feeling proud, Tom felt guilty; he knew he’d taken it too far.

“Let’s just get this over with” she groaned, turning away from him and towards the scene.

“Are we seriously going with this angle?” y/n asked, her script slapping the desk dramatically.

“I have to agree, this seems unrealistic” Tom agreed, his eyes rereading the kissing scene.

The director laughed and shook his head, “that’s the direction we’ve been told to go. Besides, everyone loves an enemies to lovers story”.

Y/n groaned, “y/c/n would never fall for t/c/n”.

Tom rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “and vice versa”.

Y/n rolled her eyes at Tom’s weak dig but focused back on the director, “I just don’t think the chemistry will work right for this dynamic”.

The director suppressed a smirk and shrugged, “it’s up to you and Tom to make sure that it does. Something tells me you’ll fall into place with this change easier than you think”.

Harry had to force himself not to laugh as he smirked across the room at his clueless older brother.

Both Tom and y/n groaned as they glared at each other across the table.

“You need to let me see it” Tom said, in character.

“No, I don’t want you touching me” y/n responded, sure to have her character glare up at Tom’s character.

As Tom rolled his eyes he sighed loudly, “how am I to stitch your cut back together if I can’t touch you?”.

“Why do you want to touch me?” Y/N’s character chided, looking away.

“I never said I did” Tom rebutted, grabbing some medical supplies from various places in the fake medical wing.

Y/n hummed loudly, “You never said you didn’t.”

“Do you want to bleed out or can I stitch your damn arm?” Tom’s character snapped.

“Fine” y/n groaned, holding her arm closer to him as he brought over the tray of medical supplies.

“Thank you your highness” he mocked.

“Stop calling me that” y/n said as her character bristled.

“It is your title, is it not?” Tom argued, wiping the fake wound on her arm.

“Not any more, and you know that” she said, a blatant reference to the scene in which her character had given up her title in order to join the resistance against their country’s abusive king.

Tom character sighed softly as he began to ‘stitch’ her ‘wound’, “you’re right, I’m sorry”.

Y/N’s character stayed silent but stoic, acting as if nothing impacted her.

It reminded Tom of the way y/n was around him off set.

“We’re on the same team now you know” y/n said as he continued to stitch her.

“Then maybe you should start acting like it, show a little trust maybe?” He argued, wrapping gauze around her arm.

“Me? You barely have said a word to me since I’ve been back and when you do it’s always harsh” she snapped, some tears in her eyes as she looked over at him.

Tom felt himself fall into the moment, and he truly couldn’t tell if she was faking it or not.

But as his eyes dropped to her lips before moving back to her eyes he hoped it seemed to have been done in character still and not his own actions.

A loud noise echoed through the otherwise quiet scene as one of the extras walking by behind them tripped and knocked over the plant in the corner.

The director yelled cut as y/n tried to not laugh about the interruption due to how close Tom’s face was to hers.

She didn’t want her breath to hit his face.

However, Tom was still stuck in the moment.

He reached out and took hold of her jaw.

“Umm..Tom?” Y/n asked, looking at him.

She saw the look in his eyes and signaled towards the group huddling by the plant to ensure it and the characters were back in their exact and proper places “The scene is over”.

He nodded slowly, blinking silently for a few seconds before seemingly finding himself and stepping back.

“Damn, really wanted to kiss me huh Holland?” Y/n mocked, standing up and undoing the wrap on her arm so they could redo it for the next take.

“Shut up y/l/n” Tom groaned, running his hand down his face.

“Make me” she tuck her tongue out at him childishly.

Tom snapped his eyes back at her and mumbled something under his breath before looking away.

Rolling her eyes, she set down the gauze and began taking off the fake stitches.

However, even with her back to him, y/n felt Tom’s eyes on her the whole time.

“Let me” Tom said, watching as she struggled to remove the last of the fake stitches without ripping it.

“No” y/n remarked turning away from him, “I’ve got it”.

He groaned loudly as he moved closer, “you’re going to rip it”.

“No I’m not, now fuck off” she huffed, fingers slipping on the fx makeup.

Tom laughed and shook his head, “would you just let me help you?”

“I don’t need your help Tom” she stated stubbornly.

“I’m well aware of that y/n, but I’d like to get a move on with this” he retorted, guessing to the set.

“Why are you in such a big hurry? Wanting to know what it’s like to kiss me that badly?” Y/n joked with a roll of her eyes.

Tom glared briefly but then eyes softened as he went back to trying to help her, “I have my reasons”.

“Which are?” She pressed, holding her arm away from him.

“Doesn’t matter” he murmured.

Y/n sighed, “if you tell me, I’ll let you help me with this”.

Tom smirked softly and sighed, “fine. Maybe I do want to kiss you”

Y/n laughed loudly and rolled her eyes, “hilarious Tom, whatever just forget it”.

As she moved away from him again, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.

“I wasn’t joking” he confessed.

Despite her hesitation she saw the way he looked at her lips and was starting to feel inclined to believe him.

“Tom it’s not funny. I know you hate me but don’t do what you’re trying to do. That would be a new low, even for you” she warned.

He sighed, “y/n, I don’t hate you”.

Raising an eyebrow at him she huffed, “yes you do. You have from day one”.

Tom bit his cheek and closed his eyes, “I hate how you make me feel”.

“Same thing” y/n groaned.

“No. I hate that you drive me crazy. I feel like I’m an incompetent babbling fool whenever we’re in the same room. I hate the way you make me always want to redo every scene until it is enough to impress you. I hate the way your red lipstick makes your lips stand out even more. I hate the way you make me nervous no matter how prepared I am for the day. I hate the way-“ Tom rambled on.

Y/n brushed aside any worries about this being a ploy.

While they bickered and argued, Tom had never been cruel to her.

Which is why his harsher than normal comment earlier impacted her.

She noticed she had begun to zone out on what he was saying as her eyes focused onto the way his lips were moving.

Y/n firmly grasped his shirt and pulled him to her until their lips met.

Tom’s hand immediately found her hair and his fingers looped through it as he smiled into the kiss.

When they parted for air, they both had a slightly shy grin making them laugh.

“I don’t hate you” he summarized with a blush.

“I can see that now Tom” y/n smirked.

“But, there is one thing that I hate..” she stated.

Rising an eyebrow at her he nervously joked, “was I that bad of a kisser?”

She laughed and shook her head, “no. I hate that you drive me crazy and you’re not even mine”.

Tom smirked before smiling widely, “well, what do you say we fix the last part of that?”

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

“Haaazzz I suck” y/n groaned as she tugged on his hoodie.

“Come on love, practice makes perfect “ he grinned kissing her cheek once the hood fell onto her shoulders.

She huffed playfully and plopped onto his sofa, “you just want to show off”.

“How’s that?” He asked, sitting next to her and pulling her closer.

“By winning each match” she pouted.

“We can be on the same team then love, how’s that sound?” He offered, handing her a controller.

She smiled and nodded in agreement.

After a few rounds, she glanced over at her boyfriend with a smug expression.

“What?” He laughed, tickling her sides.

She kicked and squirmed as she laughed loudly.

“I think I’ve learned enough now” she answered when he stopped tickling her.

He lifted an eyebrow at her in confusion as he waited for an explanation.

“Like you said, practice makes perfect “ she shrugged.

“You want to compete now?” He laughed softly, nodding towards the tv screen.

She smirked and nodded, “loser makes dinner”.

Harrison laughed, “I must’ve forgotten how much you like to cook”.

“Ha, ha, ha, very funny Haz” she scoffed, “set it up”.

“Cheater!” Y/n screamed as she made her character run away from Haz’s.

Harrison smirked and tickled her side again, making her laugh loudly as she scooted down the couch.

“Stop cheating Haz!” She giggled, her smile making his grow.

He sighed softly to himself as he watched the way she intently moved her character to another part of the screen.

“Stop watching my screen” she whined, playfully smacking his arm.

Harrison chuckled and kissed her cheek, “I don’t want to make dinner”.

“You should be able to beat me still Osterfield” she pointed out teasingly.

“But perhaps I’ve bested you, maybe Tom will be more of a competition for me” she shrugged.

Harrison rolled his eyes softly as she smirked once she saw the competitive glow return to his eyes as he grabbed his controller.

“No!” She shouted, a frown on her lips as she stared at the screen, “I died! How did I die?”

Harrison suppressed a laugh at her adorable pout.

He set his controller beside him as he moved to pull her body towards him.

“Wait!” She gasped, making him freeze.

But in the time it took him to process what she was actually reacting to, she’d shot and killed his character.

Not once, but three times.

“You’re supposed to be dead!” Harrison shined.

She shrugged you set it up Haz

He groaned as he recalled having allowed for three chances before final death/loss of the match.

“You get to make dinner” she cheered, bouncing in her spot.

Harrison ran an embarrassed hand down his face but smiled, “that was already the plan my love”

“You’re just saying that cause you lost” she beamed proudly.

Haz laughed and leaned over to give her a soft kiss, “I still say you cheated”.

“You set it up!” She argued as he made his way for the kitchen to cook them dinner.

“And you said you died!” He teased, pulling out the ingredients he’d set aside for dinner to night.

“I thought I did, turns out I’m immortal!” She exclaimed with a laugh.

“After dinner we’ll see about that darling” Haz commented with a smile on his face.

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[your-nanas-house]

Hi love! What do you think of a fic/headcanon (whatever you prefer) where Tom Holland is secretly dating Tony Stark’s daughter? Thank you so much 💗

Hello! Sure thing. 🥰 I did an imagine in the end.

Back to reality

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◇ Pairing: Tom Holland X fem Stark!Reader

◇ Warnings: fluff, secret relationship, hiding, swearing, reality, fanfiction

◇ Summary: in the request

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Y/n's hand quickly covered your mouth, her hands were soft and reached your jaw, gently grazing it with her fingertips.

Her y/e/c eyes were fixed on yours in an almost hypnotic way as she silently pleaded you not to make any noise; her mouth moved and her expression showed slight panic as she pushed you against the wardrobe door in her bedroom.

Your back hit the hard surface of the wood and the last thing you saw, before you were embraced by the darkness that swallowed you into the wardrobe, was your girlfriend's face as she quickly closed the doors before leaving her father, Tony fucking Stark, in the room.

The two voices could be heard perfectly even though you were behind a light wooden door holding your breath waiting....

Harrison's hand brought Tom back to reality, his hazel gaze that had previously been fixed on his phone as he read the fanfiction he had found shifted fearfully to his friend who was giggling in amusement pointing out that it was the tenth story he had read about Y/n Stark and that he needed to focus on reality since he had to visit his parents in less than an hour, thus advising him to forget for a while about the Marvel character so beloved by the actor and the various stories fans were writing that were often with convoluted but interesting plots such as a secret relationship or friends with benefits and more.

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[websterss]

MY LADY IN GRACEFUL ARMOR — HARRISON OSTERFIELD

SUMMARY: The reader is a knight and has fought to earn her place amongst the other men, plus the reader’s father was one of the greatest knights in the kingdom. And she trains harder than any of the other knights. 

WARNING(S): Fluff, some angst I guess

WORD COUNT: 2,815

PAIRING: Prince!Harrison Osterfield x Knight!fem!Reader 

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! This is an old repost. Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

There had been a time where a little girl dreamed of living in riches and dressed properly in the finest gowns made by the best seamstresses. That dream brought her hope and fascination. Royalty was something she wanted for her family more than her own desires. Her family didn’t have the best money, but they did have something going for them. Her father served as a knight for the Osterfield’s, a royally rich family who repaid the Y/L/N’s back for allowing her father to guard the royal family.

As her father trained and fought when Y/n was barely a small child, he often brought her along and let her explore the parts of the castle where he built up his strength with the rest of the men who served. Y/n would wander around carefully avoiding swords that clashed together and sharp knives being thrown at their target. She’d go down a long corridor where it would lead her to the stables. This had to be her favorite place to go. Especially after her meeting with the king and queen’s son. Harrison.

Harrison and she hit it off quite nicely after he offered her an apple after having fallen down from trying to climb on top of one of the horses. Just a scrape on the knee and a juicy red apple to calm her cries. The two were only eight and nine at the time. By now Harrison was learning the ways of ruling an entire kingdom all on his own, for now at least, since he was to be betrothed to a princess on his twenty-first birthday. Yet you knew better where your priorities stood. And that was to serve and guard your majesties and fight in any war that could harm the royal family and its kingdom.

Having a place amongst the other knights was an honor. Serving and protecting your king and queen was basically giving up your life for theirs, but it was a sacrifice you were willing to do for your kingdom and for your father. After having won in a chaotic war, to which your father prepared his entire life for, nothing could have prepared him for his beloved wife to fall ill. This was shortly after your twelfth birthday.

A common sickness that your mother had held. The doctors said there was nothing that could be done other than being by her side during her last few hours. It brought you despair and utter depression to watch her go. Her eyes slowly closed. It replayed in your head over and over, until it became a nightmare you would wake up from.

Her dying changed some part within you that it made you hate any higher end for taking her so soon. It made you angry, it made you do the one thing that your father never wanted you to become. But alas, there was nothing he could do to prevent you from being a noble knight like he was. He forbade you, but he knew better than to think you would actually listen to him, and to what he had to oppose.

He hadn’t let you touch a bloody sword until you turned sixteen. Then that’s when your training began. A lot of the younger boys who were about your age considered you a dainty girl who could break under a simple beating. They made fun of you, but what would they know, you were a girl, so what, it’s not like they’ve haven’t seen a girl before. You were a girl who had something to prove, not just to the boys who laughed and mocked you or even your father, but to the girl’s who didn’t believe they could be above a man.

It was not easy at first, the guys definitely did not go soft on you, which you were grateful for, but it did hurt nonetheless every time they pinned you under them. You could not put your finger on the number of cuts and bruises you received from them. 

-

The groans you let out as one of the boys you would be paired up with, Philipp, had always managed to get a tight hold on your wrist. Pinning them above your head with a stupid smirk plastered on his lips.

“Sure you got the hang of it there, sweetheart?” Philipp would taunt you. He was never one who liked to be beaten, so as long as he had a girl, you, underneath him. All the guys saw him as an equal.

“Get off me.” You’d grunt as he always felt the need to apply pressure to a bruised area on your body.

“If we were not training, I would like this position a tad more, don’t ya think so?” Phillip was rather straightforward when he wanted to be, but when he spoke what was on his mind, it usually wasn’t quite appropriate.

“I said get off!”

“Make me then.”

“Phillip, I believe the lady asked you to let her go.” His voice brought chills down your spine as you noticed how quiet the training area got.

It was almost an everyday thing where the prince himself got you out of situations where you needed help. You never asked for his service or the constant saving. You were a knight, and a knight played the hero, not the damsel in distress. Stressed out you were at times, but a damsel, certainly not, and never would be.

“You did not have to do that.” You protested.

“You did not have to become a knight either, but here we are. Besides, Phillip was being an arse.” Harrison’s expression gave it all away, he was angry.

“And he will keep being an arse if you do not quit helping me. I am not…” You paused. “a damsel who needs saving, Harrison.” You clenched your jaw and let a few teardrops fall. Your face hardened. You had grown tired of the constant pleading and arguing. You did not have the time to put up with him.

“You are not a knight yet, Y/n, so I’ll keep being your knight in shining armor until then.” Those would be his final words every time you confronted him about the way he saw you, the way he treated you. As if you were a delicate flower, so precious, so dainty that even the slightest crush or touch from a hand would somehow cause you harm. You would lose a petal and begin to fade. You were not going to have none of it though. 

-

It was a regular evening at the castle. Some of the knights were standing guard, keeping a close eye for an intruder. The king and queen and their youngest, Princess Charlotte, were all tucked away in their chambers fast asleep getting a good night’s rest. The prince, however, was very wide awake, and couldn’t get the tiniest bit of shut-eye. Staring at the dark ceiling tucked underneath the sheets, he couldn’t help but feel the need to get out of bed. Not having the slightest idea of what he would find, Harrison slipped on his breeches and a shirt. He left his shirt untied, letting the thin black strings hang loosely on his chest. He slipped on his boots and left his chamber.

The corridors were slightly dimmed by the burning torches up against the walls, it wasn’t completely dark, but not dark enough where he couldn’t see.

Walking past pillars he was all too familiar with, he soon realized he was coming close to the training area. A glimmer of light illuminating the entryway of the double doors. One door was ajar, however.

He got closer and then finally heard heavy grunts and puffs and the sound of the targets getting hit. He stepped forward glancing inside to see who had the nerve to be up this late at night.

He wasn’t sure who it could be, the curiosity got the better of him and he leaned his body weight against the door frame, getting a clear view of the person.

And lo and behold, there you were facing the knives you just threw perfectly alongside the arrows you arched just minutes early.

You were quite out of breath, and the beads of sweat on your face and neck lingered. Some of it could still be seen right down the cleavage area on the top of your breast. Even in this state, Harrison could not help but admire you more.

You ran the back of your sleeve against your forehead. Taking a deep breath before grabbing a hold of your crossbow, pulling it upwards to aim.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Harrison announced his presence inside the room making you quickly turn around at the sound of his voice.

Harrison stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

“As opposed to your bedtime?” You quipped back at him.

“I am the prince I can do as I please.” He rolled his eyes as he took long strides towards you. 

“And I am a knight, I can train as I please.” You turned your back to him. “Preferably alone that is.” You said over your shoulder.

“Ah yes.” He nodded playing along. “Will you see lady Y/n.” He smirked knowing how much you dislike being called lady. “You certainly can train, but you wouldn’t be much use if you keep overworking yourself now would you?” He hovered over you, standing closely behind you. The touch of his fingers sweeping your hair to one side was too good to be true. 

“I am not overworking myself.” Your chest rose and then fell from short of breath.

“Your sweating love.” Harrison walked around to face you fully. His hand rose to brush a few strands of your hair out of your face.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “That is what happens when someone works very hard.” 

“Why do you need to work harder?” He looked at you confused. “I am still hoping to prove my worth.” You shrugged.

“Worth? You most certainly have proven the strength you contain and your capability of pinning even the strongest man there is. What more could you possibly have to prove?!” He shook his head in disbelief.

You stared at him for a brief moment before shaking your head and retrieved your two swords. Of course, Harrison would be clueless to what you needed to prove. Too busy trying to be king, he forgot the one thing you disliked him doing. If he couldn’t figure it out for himself then you were going to have to do it yourself.

“Y/n?” He furrowed his brows as he watched you throw your swords and catch them by the blades.

“What do you think you are doing?” He stepped back as you took a step towards him.

“Proving myself.” You let a deep breath out before lunging yourself at him.

Harrison reacted rather quickly, dodging the arm you swung towards his head. Once he stood tall again he stared at you wide-eyed.

“Are you mad?”

“Fight me!” You swung your swords again.

“What? No, Y/n stop this!” Harrison kept dodging your swings. He was ducking and backing away from your approaches. He was getting really tired of trying to get away from you, so he did what he could do. Right as you took another swing at him he crouched and spun kicking your leg outwards. The contact made you fall on your back with a grunt.

Harrison acted quickly and straddled your hips to get you to stop moving. He grabbed a hold of your wrist and pinned them above your head.

“Will. You. Stop!” He groaned as you continued to squirm underneath him.

“Get off me!” You growled.

“No.” He narrowed his eyes on you. “I did not wake up to fight you.” 

“Then why are you even here?”

“I was concerned about you.” His eyes softened a bit.

“I’m fine.” You huffed as you felt defeated by his hold.

“I do not believe you.” He stared down at you with those blue eyes of his.

“Get off.” You muttered quietly.

“Not until you tell me why you felt the need to fight with me.” He shook his head. You continued to squirm around more until you finally caved in. “You see me as weak.” You frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

“I am talking about you treating me as if I am still a damsel in distress. It has been a very long time and to this day you keep doing things that make me look dainty.” You admitted. 

“What things?” He questioned.

“Well for starters this!” You motioned to how you and he were laying on the floor.

“Oh.” He quickly released your wrists. “I didn’t know that bothered you.” He dusted the dirt off him before offering his hand to you. You took it, either way, then got up to your feet. 

“It does.” You wiped off the dirt on your worn out dress.

“Why is it so important to you that I see you as anything but dainty?” He came closer to you. 

“I have tried my hardest to prove to your mother and father and the other men that I can be just as strong and capable of going into battle, but even if I am working harder, it seems like the only person I can’t seem to prove that too, is you.”

“I know you are strong Y/n.” He smiled to himself a little.

“If you know I am, then why do you constantly keep trying to get me out of harm’s way? You keep trying to prevent me from being a knight. Why is that Harrison?” 

“For that exact reason, love. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“It is a little too late for that now.” You scoffed softly. “That’s no reason though, why do you hate the idea of me being a knight?”

“Ever since I met you, you have shown me how tough you really are. There is no denying that, but ever since your father came back from war injured, you haven’t stopped thinking of being a knight. You were never told to become one, you just did. You have never told me why you wanted to be one, it has always been a mystery to me. And as much as I don’t like you using a sword, or battling the other men, you are most certainly great at it.” He smiled at all the times where you had managed to pin some of the other men down. “I have never seen you as someone who is dainty or weak for that matter, but you have been my best friend for as long as I can remember, so getting the chance to know you and grow up with you, you have a spot in my heart. I couldn’t bear the idea of something terrible happening to you.”

You took everything he told you. Every word, every movement, every shine that glowed in his eyes. You could not have asked for a better best friend, one you have grown to love with all your heart, and much more.

“Have I ever told you how much you mean to me because you do.” You laughed shakily.

“I do not believe you have.” He chuckled, taking a step after another, until he was right in front of you. His eyes wandered over every small detail of your face, only this time he was really observing you. Taking in every bit of you. He raised a hand and cupped the side of your face. His thumb rubbed over your cheek softly. Your breath hitched as you soon came to realize just how close the proximity was between the both of you. You could feel the slightest breath he let past his nose hit directly onto your lips.

“You mean so much to me.” You whispered as your head rested against his own.

“As do you to me.” He lifted your chin up so your eyes could meet his. “I want you to know that…I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled softly, not thinking much of his words.

“No, love, I love you. Not just that, I adore you, in more ways than one.”

“Harrison-” You began shaking your head not believing the words he was speaking to you.

“I hope you feel the same way as I do.” He said.

“I do.” You muttered.

“I want you to be right by my side when I am crowned king. Forever and always.” 

“What about your princess?”

“That is my decision, not my fathers or my mothers. I want nothing more, but you.” 

“You mean that?” You smiled.

“Every word my love.” He leaned down and captured your lips in a slow rhythmic kiss.

“Forever and always?” You pulled back for air.

“Forever and always.” He kissed one more time.

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𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭💕- 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝-Holland-Holiday party

Your Pov:

"Love are you ready?" Tom calls out to me.

"I don't know!" I reply. Tom lifts an eyebrow and heads upstairs he walks into our shared bathroom and looks at me. I'm in the midst of doing my hair then I hear him chuckle.

"Tommy it's not funny!" I whine struggling to do my hair. He walks over to me and kisses my cheek.

"I have to get this hairstyle correct and then get my hair in order and- Tommy can you go check on the treats in the oven for me please?" I ask he let's out a sigh chuckle and leaves the bathroom

30 minutes later

"Y/n, Darling it's been 30 minutes what's wrong? My parents are gonna love you!" Tom asks as I leave our shared bedroom.

"Tom. and what if they don't?" I ask going downstairs. I look at him eye to eye and he cups my cheeks

"Don't say that! They'll love you. Trust me." Tom says. I sigh and nod.

(Your outfit)

"You look gorgeous." Tom whispers in my ear. I giggle and peck his lips which results to him moving his lips from my lips to my neck. He begins to kiss my neck as I grip onto his hair.

"T-Tom!" I moan out.

He makes his was for my collarbone one of his hands grip onto my ass and I let out a little yelp as he smiles against my collarbone.

"Tom we gotta get going!" I moan. His hand begin to slide down to my pants then his phone rings. He pulls away from me and I quickly get out of his grasp to go check on the treats.

"Yeah, we're on our way. We're just about to leave the house." Tom says. I pack up the treats and look at him.

He opens the door for me and I smile, we leave the house and make our way to his parents house.

When you got there

"Ready?" Tom asks me. I shake my head

"No" I nervously look at him. He smiles and looks at me.

"I'll be with you the whole time. I promise."  He reassures me. I nod and he unlocks the door.

"Tom!" I hear a familiar voice say.

"Hey Zen." He says with a smile hugging Zendaya.

"Hi Y/n!" She says.

"Hi Zendaya." I say with a little smile.

We hug for a while and  she looks at me.

"Are you okay?" She asks

"Yeah, I'm fine" I smile.

"She's nervous. Here lemme take this for for you." Tom says as he takes the treats to the kitchen.

"You don't have to be nervous they'll love you." She says. I nod and I feel a tiny hand grip onto my pants. I look down to see Zendaya and Harry's daughter.

"Oh Hi sweetheart" I say picking her up.

"Hi Auntie Y/n" She smiles

"Have you been good?" I ask the little girl who looks at her mother and her mother laughs.

"I hope she has. Or else ima going to have to tickle her." Tom says as he begins to tickle her. She laughs and pleads.

"I've been uncle Tommy I promise." She begs. Tom stops and I hand her over to Tom.

"Alright, I'll be taking Stella. Y/n hasn't said her hellos yet." Zendaya says as she takes her baby girl.

I hold Tom's hand and he leads me to the living room.

"Well look what the cat dropped in" I hear a man say.

"Oh my goodness you're even more gorgeous than the photos." I hear a woman say. I smile at them and Tom begins the introductions.

"Mum, Dad. This my girlfriend Y/n."Tom says I shyly smile.

"Y/n these are parents Dominic and Nikki" He says to me.

Nikkie gets up to hug me and I hug her back.

"Tom told us you would be a little shy. Just make yourself at home." She says

"Alright." I say as we pull away.

She leads me to a seat and sits next to me holding my hand in hers. I look at Tom who smiles at me and then heads up stairs.

"So tell me sweetheart, How did you two meet?" She asks.

1 year ago.

"Y/n! Y/n!" Kai calls out to me.

"What?" I  ask

"You will not believe who is sitting in the Café right now!" Kai says I raise my eyebrow and look around to see famous actor Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield. I'm not shocked, not nervous, I look at her.

"You want me to go take thier orders?" I ask and she nods.

I sigh and head over to the table.

"Hi, welcome to small space my name is Y/n how can I help you today?" I ask. Tom looks up at me and I look at him, he doesn't say anything but just leaves his mouth open.

"Hi Y/n, could I get a large Latte please?" Harrison asks.

"Sure thing, and for your friend?" I ask look at Tom.

"He'll be having what I'm having"  Harrison says. I nod and head to the back

A few minutes later I came back with the drinks.

"Alright. Here's two lattes" I say. I put Harrison's down and just as I'm about to put Tom's  down I'm pushed into him with his coffee spilling all over the table and his outfit...

"Oops my bad" I hear my little brother say.

"I'm sorry! I am so sorry!" I apologize.

"It's not your fault." He says as I quickly clean up the mess.

"If there's anything I can do to make it up to you I-" I say

"Oh no, you don't have to." He says.

I smile at him and turn around to go get more things to clean it up with.

"Actually, If I could get you number..."  He says.

I turn around and look at him

"Huh?" I ask

"You can make it up to me by getting my number." He smiles.

"S-sure" I say. He gave me his number and ever since that Tom and I would text eachother and meet up whenever he was in L.A.

Present Time

After telling Nikki how we met the family holiday party began.

We were currently in the living room with Tom's brothers and parents and Zendaya and her daughter.

It was almost time for us to leave and that's when Tom got a call.

"It was nice meeting you Y/n!" everyone says

"It was nice meeting everyone!" I say as Tom and I head out and get into the car.

"I can't wait to get home, you'll be moaning my name tonight" Tom says

His phone rings before I can say a thing

"Hello?" He says. He smiles and grips onto my thigh.

"No way. Alright. Call me later" He says hanging up the phone.

He kisses me and cups my cheeks.

"I got a role for an upcoming TV show next year." He says.

"That's great baby!" I smile and he kisses me again. We soon pull out of the driveway and make our way back to our house

"I can't wait!" Tom smiles.

"You'll do so great on the TV show." I say.

"Oh, I'm just as excited for the movie but what I really can't wait for is what I'll be doing to you tonight" Tom says.

I blush.

"I'm kidding. I'll be tearing you up tomorrow morning." He whispers. A/n; Hey! if you enjoyed this story, go check the rest out on my Wattpad @simp4manyppl (There's a lot of drama going on in this story!) if you do go read it make sure to comment a 💞 so ik you came from here!

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Hello

Love your summer prompts

Can I please request a (your choice for the au) Harrison x Reader

Prompt No. 38 - Scavenger hunt

Thank you

Here you go hunny, I had a couple ideas for this one but I hope you like what I chose! Love you xx

Come and Get Me

38 - Scavenger hunt

Pairing: Harrison osterfield x Reader

Summary: You make Harrison put in a little work for his gift this year

Taglist

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“I’ve got to use the restroom before we leave,” (y/n) stood and squeezed Harrison’s shoulder, “I’ll be right back alright?”

“Alright,” he bent backwards to steal a kiss, “Hurry back.”

“I will,” she assured before stealing a glance at a smirking Tom.

Tom was unable to wait even a minute to slam the small box onto the table, “And I have something for you Haz.”

“Now?” he furrowed his brow in confusion, “Everyone just left, plus you already got me something…”

“It’s from (y/n),” he corrected, “Just open it.”

“But she’s in the bathroom.” Tom rolled his eyes, “Just open the damn thing and you’ll understand.”

“Okay…” Harrison took the top off the small box, inside was a candle inscribed with the word ‘Haz’ inside of a small heart, and a note, “Happy birthday Haz, I hope you enjoy the scavenger hunt I put together. I’m having a really hard time writing these clues so I might just be a little blunt. Your second present is in Tom’s car, but it’s hidden so you’ll still have to put in a little work to find it,” he sighed as a large smile overtook his lips, “I’m assuming (y/n) isn’t just in the bathroom?”

Tom nodded, “Yep, and we should get going if you want to catch up.”

Harrison chuckled and followed Tom out to his car, which he simply unlocked and left Harrison to dig through himself. Harrison looked around until he found an envelope and a skinny box under the passenger seat.

“Gotcha,” he declared, popping open the box immediately. He found two small gold necklaces with both of their first initials hanging from small charms. He chuckled and pulled one over his head as he read out loud again, “I hope you don’t think the matching necklaces are too cheesy, Tom said you’d like them so you can blame him if you don’t. I hate to do this, but I’m running a little behind schedule so you’re going to have to pick up your dessert without me. Don’t worry though, Tom’s got the hookup for you,” he smiled and looked back up at Tom, “So we’re going to get dessert?”

Tom nodded, “Do you know where?”

“Uh…” he pursed his lips, trying to think of where she might have picked, “I don’t know, she said you’re the hookup.”

“Oh come on mate, it’s a scavenger hunt, you’re supposed to figure it out yourself,” Tom chuckled.

“She does kind of suck at writing these clues,” he sighed, “I don’t know, Sam maybe?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, I told her we could help her write them, but she was really insistent she wanted to do it herself.”

“She’s such a dork,” Harrison smiled, “Well come on, let’s go find Sam.”

Tom took Harrison back to his home, where Sam and Harry were waiting in the kitchen, a small box on the counter in front of them.

“Oh I believe this is for me,” Harrison smiled as he plucked it off the table, “Did you make it?”

Sam nodded, “I did, (y/n) decorated though.”

Harrison smiled as he opened the box, a few cupcakes sat inside, decorated with little frosting hearts and sprinkles, “Thank you. Was there a letter too?”

“Yes, I’m in charge of that part,” Harry beamed before passing it to him.

“Thanks mate,” Harrison tore it open, “Tell the boys thanks for helping you keep you out of the house for a while. You can come home now, there’s still a bit more for you to find there,” he chuckled, “Let me guess, surprise party?”

“Don’t know mate, you’ll have to wait and see,” Tom teased.

“It’s pretty obvious,” he smiled, “Well let’s get back on the road.”

Tom glanced at his watch before nodding, “Yeah, we can get going now.” “It’s so a surprise party,” he smiled as he followed Tom out to the car.

Tom played along with Harrison’s surprise party idea the whole drive back to his house, which only served to shock Harrison when he arrived home and the only cars in the driveway were his and (y/n)’s.

“Where is everyone?” he asked.

“Just head inside,” Tom nodded towards the door.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“Bro it’s not a surprise party,” he rolled his eyes, “And I’m not telling you about it so just get your ass inside.”

“Alright…” Harrison gathered his gifts and headed for the door.

He opened the door and was met by a letter on the ground, followed by a trail of rose petals. He chuckled and plucked the note off the ground and read, “Don’t wander off the petal path or else.” He smiled and followed the petals into the kitchen, where he found a basket with a bottle of champagne and another note in it, “You can put your presents in here, don’t worry I’ve got the glasses.” He continued following her petals, which next led him into the living room, to another box and note, “Have you guessed where this is going yet?” He knit his brows before opening the box, where he found a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. He went wide eyed and hurried to the next stop at the bottom of their staircase. This time the note was taped to a bottle of massage oil, “Hurry it up pretty boy I miss you ;).” He hurried up the stairs and found one last note outside their bedroom door, “There’s one more gift but I wanted to give it to you myself, this note seems a little pointless now but anyways, I love you!”

Harrison peaked into the bedroom and found her sitting on the edge of the bed, in a skimpy set of lacey, white lingerie. Candles lit the room and she held a small box in her lap.

“Happy birthday,” she smiled to him, “I know that was kind of a lame scavenger hunt, but I hope you still liked it.”

“I loved it,” he assured, “I mean you’re the big prize aren’t you? I can’t imagine a better way to end the night.”

She blushed and patted the spot beside her, “Come here, you’ve got to open your last present.”

“Coming,” he set the basket on the bed and sat beside her, “Thank you for doing all this love.”

“I wanted something a little more special than just handing you the gifts you know?” she smiled and set the gift in his lap.

“You’re gorgeous by the way,” he kissed her forehead before opening the box, “Shit, darling you didn’t need to do this.”

“I wanted to, you kept eyeing it,” she smiled as he removed the Rolex from the box.

“I love it,” he kissed her head again, “But you seriously didn’t need to do all this for me.”

“Of course I did, I wanted to show you how much I love you,” she beamed, “You’re everything to me Haz, and I want you to know how crazy I am about you.”

“And I want you to know I feel the same way,” he dragged her into his lap with a smile, “Do I get to unwrap you also?”

She giggled and nodded, “You get whatever you want tonight, birthday boy,” she walked her fingers up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, “So, what’s your plan?”

“Cupcakes, champagne, then we open up that massage oil,” he smiled and nuzzled his nose against her cheek, “And we can see where things go from there.”

“That sounds perfect to me my love.”

He smiled and pulled her in for a kiss, “More than perfect, you’re the best gift I could ever dream of having.”

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resurface | harrison osterfield

pairing: harrison osterfield x reader | exes to lovers!au

summary: you’re invited to spend a few days at your best friend’s beach house, having to face your ex-boyfriend for the first time since the breakup

warnings: angst, jealousy, swearing, fluff

words: 8k

a/n: it’s here!!! i’m sorry it took me so long to finish 🙈 i feel like i have been writing this for months already lol anyways, this is one of my favorite tropes ever so i had to write something about it!! i wanna thank @soft-haz for helping me with this, i couldn’t have done without you kit, ily 🥺 please, let me know what you guys think, i’d love to hear your thoughts— happy reading :)) ily all, pls be safe ♡

There were clothes everywhere, your suitcase was opened on top of your bed, while you tried your best to fit everything you wanted in it. Spoiler alert: it was not working.

Your best friend Alisha was getting married next month and to celebrate, she and her fiancée decided it was a good idea to invite your group of friends to spend a few days at her family’s beach house. As Alisha, herself said, it was supposed to be “the last hurrah” before they got married. You’ve been excited about this for weeks and now that the day has finally come, you couldn’t wait to have your feet in the sand already.

What you weren’t so thrilled about, was seeing your ex-boyfriend for the first time since the breakup. You and Harrison were together for three years before he decided to end things and focus all his attention on his acting career. To say you were heartbroken was an understatement since you still remembered Harrison’s words clear as day.

You had just gotten back from a dinner with some of your friends when he dropped the bomb. “I’m sorry, what?” You asked, completely taken back by his words. “Baby, listen to me, this doesn’t have to be something bad. I think we’ll both benefit from it.” Haz exclaimed, trying his best to not upset you even further. “So you want to break up because you think we’ll benefit from it?” Your voice trembled, and you realized tears had started to fall from your eyes.

Harrison took a step closer, holding your hands in his. “Hey, look at me! I love you, you know that, right?” He questioned, “What kinda question is that, Harrison? Where is this coming from? I thought we were fine!” You exclaimed, “We are, baby! You know I wouldn’t do this if I hadn't thought about us first. I mean it when I say it’s going to be a good thing, y/n!” The blonde stated, his own blue eyes brimming with fresh tears.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked, feeling your heart shatter in hundreds of tiny little pieces. “What? No! y/n, look at me! You did nothing wrong, you are perfect and I couldn’t ask for a better partner.” Your boyfriend whimpered, “Then what happened?” You cried, making your partner's heart split in half. “I just think I need some time to sort myself and my career out. I love being with you, you mean everything to me but I really need some time to myself now.”

After a few minutes of silence, Harrison spoke again, “y/n, talk to me, please!” He practically begged, but you had already made up your mind. “I… I think you should leave.” You mumbled, taking your hands away, making the blonde widen his eyes. “y/n, no, please don’t do this! Let’s talk about it and figure it out together.” He tried, but you cut him off, “You already did, Harrison! You want to go on with your life and clearly, I’m not a part of it anymore so go ahead, leave!” You shouted, now clearly mad at him.

“y/n, that’s not what I meant!” Your boyfriend exclaimed, trying to get closer, but you recoiled. “Go, Harrison! I don’t want you here anymore!” You cried, the blonde finally understanding. “I’m sorry!” Those were his last words before he got out of your flat, leaving you behind, crying your heart out.

It was messy and painful, and you didn’t think you’d get through it until Josh came into your life. Yes, we all know having another boy to try and fix a broken heart it’s never the best idea, but the dark-skinned boy with green eyes couldn’t have entered your life at a better moment. He helped you at a suspicious-looking party you had gotten yourself in, wanting nothing more than to get drunk and forget Harrison’s words. Josh was there with some friends and when he saw you stumbling out of the bar, he couldn’t help but give you a hand, something you were very grateful for. After the incident, you kept talking and once Josh thought it was the right time, he asked you out on a date and that’s how your now almost six-month relationship started.

“What is my beautiful girlfriend thinking?” You were taken out of your head by Josh’s voice, right before you felt two strong arms hugging you from behind. You stopped packing, turning around, and being met with the most gorgeous smile. “Oh, you know, just about my handsome boyfriend.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Who’s the lucky one?” He joked, letting a kiss fall to your neck. “Idiot!” You laughed, before kissing his lips.

It was a few hours later when you guys finally arrived in Cornwall, where Alisha’s family beach house was situated, right by the ocean. Josh parked his car on the driveway, and as soon as you were out of the vehicle, Alisha engulfed you in a hug. “I’m so glad you came, y/n! I missed you!” The redhead said, putting a smile on your face.

“I missed you too, Lis!” You exhaled, hugging your friend back. Once she let you go, you greeted her fiancée, while Alisha did the same with your boyfriend, being followed by her lover. Once the greetings were out of the way, the boys took care of the baggage while Alisha practically escorted you inside, and since you were the last ones to arrive, the rest of the group was already there, chatting away in the living room. “Look who’s finally here!” Alisha squealed as soon as you entered the living room area, getting everyone’s attention— including Harrison’s. As soon as your eyes found his blue ones, it was like time stopped, the memories from that night coming back to your mind.

You shook your head to get rid of said memories, before waving and greeting the rest of your friends. But of course, Harrison was still there when you finished, so unfortunately you had to acknowledge him. “Hi, Harrison!” You said, the feeling of saying his name again weird on your tongue. “Hey! It’s good to see you, y/n!” Harrison’s voice sounded exactly the same and you realized the way he said your name still had the same effect on you. Butterflies.

The house fell into silence, the only sound cutting through the tension was that of Josh and Alisha’s fiancée entering the house with the bags. Your best friend's lover joined her side, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving Josh in the middle of you and Harrison. Since you were still frozen in place, your boyfriend cleared his throat, before extending his hand to the blonde. “Oh, yes! Josh, this is Harrison! Harrison, this is Josh, my boyfriend.” You said, seeing Harrison’s face drop when you said the last word.

You had no idea if he knew you had a boyfriend, but judging by his expression, you doubt he did. However, Josh knew who Harrison was, since you had told him about the boy who had broken your heart that same night you met. “Hey man, how’s it going?” Greeted Josh, shaking hands with the blonde. “Oh, great, yeah! Thanks for asking!” Harrison faked a smile.

After a couple more seconds of awkward silence, you gave Alisha a look and that was enough for her to understand you. “Well, now that everyone is here we can start dinner. Babe, you can show Josh and y/n’s their room while the rest of us can go outside and start the grill. What do you say?” The redhead let it out with a smile, receiving a nod from her future husband.

While the group dispersed, you gave your friend a grateful look, to which she nodded, before rushing everyone to the patio outside, where the pool and all the grilling supplies were. When you got to your room, your best friend’s lover left you to settle down, while he joined his fiancée outside.

“So… that's Harrison, huh?” Josh let it out as soon as you were left alone, a sad look on his face. “Yeah, why? I told you he was gonna be here.” You said while putting your bags aside. “I know, it’s just… weird seeing him after what you told me.” Your boyfriend murmured, sitting on the perfectly made bed. When you looked at him, he had a sad look on his face, which just broke your heart, you hated seeing your lover that way.

Letting your bags to the side, you joined him, sitting right by his side. “Hey, look at me! It doesn’t matter anymore. I found you, that’s all I care about, okay? I promise!” Taking his face in your hands, you kissed him, not wanting him to feel like Harrison had any effect on you whatsoever. Which of course it was not true. “I love you!” Josh declared, putting a smile back on both of your faces. “I love you too, baby!” You stated, kissed him again. “Now let’s go, you will not believe how beautiful it is out there.” Taking his hand, you got you both out of bed and made your way to the back of the house, where the rest of your group of friends were already at.

With beers in hand, you and Josh stayed close together while Alisha’s fiancé and some of the other guys did the grilling. When dinner was ready, everyone sat around the long table, eating the amazingly prepared food and laughing at old memories. After that, everyone decided to go to bed earlier, since some of your friends had driven for hours to get to Cornwall.

You and your boyfriend were already in bed when you heard the first thunder roar in the sky, the lightning illuminating your dark room. Not long after, the rain started to pour, increasing the already terrifying storm. If there was a thing you hated since you were little, that was thunderstorms, even more, when they were at night. You couldn’t explain why you had that fear, since thankfully nothing had ever happened to you during a storm, it was just a bad feeling that had no reason or explanation whatsoever, but that also made you stay awake for as long as the storm lasted.

Carefully getting out of bed, you draped a robe around your body, before paddling out of the room, trying to be as silent as possible, since Josh still slept like a baby, not bothered at all by the loud thundering. Making your way downstairs, you were surprised to find the kitchen lights on, a person, or rather him, sitting on one of the island stools.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Harrison smiled as soon as he saw your figure approaching. “Something like that, I didn’t think anyone was awake though.” You responded, feeling awkward. “I remembered how much you hated sleeping during thunderstorms, so I thought you’d need some company while it passes.” The blonde stated, surprising you with his words. “Oh, you… you didn’t have to.” You acknowledged, feeling your heart pound on your chest. "It's alright! I couldn’t sleep either.” The blue-eyed boy assured you, before offering you tea. “No, it’s okay! Don’t worry about it.” You uttered, but Harrison was quick to retort. "It's fine, y/n! I was gonna make one for myself too.”

You decided to sit on the stool next to where Harrison was while he prepared tea for both of you. After getting two mugs out of the cabinets, he placed one tea bag on each, pouring the hot water on top and you couldn’t help but watch as it instantly turned a light shade of brown. “Honey and lime?” Harrison asked, making you smile seeing that he still remembered how you took your tea. “Yes, please!” You answered, averting your gaze. Once both cups were ready, the blonde passed you yours, before joining your side by the stool.

“I hate thunderstorms but I can’t deny they look beautiful.” You exclaimed, right when a big flash of light invaded the big glass windows, illuminating the house. “Yeah, they sure do!” Harrison agreed, offering you a smile. What you also couldn’t possibly deny was the tension and the awkwardness surrounding the air, it was like the big elephant in the room no one wanted to talk about. Thankfully, you didn’t have to initiate the small talk, since Harrison did it for you. “So, how’s life? We haven’t talked in a while.” The blonde questioned, taking a sip of his drink.

“Oh, it’s been great, yeah! Thanks for asking! How’s… how’s yours by the way? I saw you got another role?” You cleared your throat, feeling your whole body tense. “I did, yeah! It’s a bigger one this time, with some amazing actors that I honestly can’t wait to work with.” Harrison smiled. “Congrats, Haz! I know you worked hard for it, you deserve this.” You cheered, your cheeks growing suddenly hot. “Thank you, y/n/n! Really, it means a lot to me.” Said the blonde, taking his time to look at you, which ended up making you even more flustered. Why does he still have such an effect on me?

“So…. Josh, huh?! He seems like a nice guy.” Harrison commented, making you practically choke on your tea. Feeling awkward, you shifted in place, before finally getting enough courage to answer him. “Yeah, he’s… he’s great.” You stammered, unable to look him in the eye. “How long have you been together?” He inquired. “About five months.” You said, letting out a fake smile. “Cool! I’m… I’m happy for you, y/n! I truly am!” Harrison declared, to which you responded with a simple, but honest “Thank you, Haz!”

The storm outside seemed to lessen, but inside the house, the tension only grew. “You know I never wanted to hurt you, right?” The boy expressed, and you swore you felt your heart drop. “Harrison, we don’t have to talk about it.” You stated, but he continued anyway. “Yes, we do, y/n! I couldn’t even make sure you knew this, since you cut me off of your life completely.” The blonde let it out. “You were the one who wanted to break up, Harrison!” You exclaimed, feeling frustrated by the conversation. “Yeah, that doesn’t mean I wanted us to stop being friends!” Harrison stated, before lowering his voice to barely a whisper, “I still care for you, y/n! I don’t want us to be strangers.”

You felt your heart pound in your chest, Harrison’s blue eyes staring deeply into your soul, making you almost forget how much he had hurt you. “I can’t do this right now!” You mumbled, your voice completely betraying you. Before Harrison had the chance to speak again, Josh appeared in the kitchen, “y/n? What’s going on?” He asked, getting both yours and the blonde’s attention. “Josh, hey! I… I couldn’t sleep so I came here to drink some water and Harrison and I ended up bumping into each other.” Making your way to your boyfriend, you started to rant, not wanting Josh to think that anything more was happening.

“You alright?” He asked, clearly concerned. “Yeah, no… it’s nothing serious! Just the storm, I don’t really like sleeping with them.” You explained, and Harrison rolled his eyes realizing Josh didn’t know this about you already. “You should’ve woken me, love! I would’ve come with you.” Your boyfriend let it out, putting a sincere smile on your face. “I know, I just didn’t want to bother you, that’s all. But we can go back to bed now, the storm’s gone, thankfully.” You informed, to which he asked, “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll just…” You mumbled, pointing to the blonde guy who had made you company minutes ago. “Good night, Harrison! Thanks for the tea.” You stammered, still not being able to look him in the eyes. “Sure, anytime! Good night!” Harrison sighed, and even though you weren't looking at him, you could hear how disappointed he sounded.

After cuddling back to bed with Josh and fighting for hours to stop thinking about Harrison’s words and go to sleep, your body finally seemed to surrender, letting you fall into a deep slumber, your eyes only opening the next morning, to a ray of sun entering the room. Before you even got the chance to get out of bed and go to the bathroom, Josh was already hugging you close, keeping you from getting up. “Good morning, my love!” He whispered in your ear, making you smile at his sweet words. “Good morning!” You responded, turning around and being met with his beautiful smile.

You tried to get up but, once again, was impeded by your boyfriend, who tightened his hands around your body. “Josh, I need to use the bathroom.” You stated, to which he groaned. “But I want you here, just five minutes more, please?” With doe eyes, he pleaded, making you chuckle at his actions. “Fine, cry baby! But I’m blaming you if we end up being the last ones.” You joked, to which he shrugged, “I can live with that!”

As agreed the day before, you were all gonna spend the day at the beach, ending it with a classic bonfire by the ocean. So when those five minutes were over, Josh finally let you go and after a quick shower, you and your boyfriend made your way to the kitchen, where everyone else was already at.

You said your good mornings but before you could even greet Harrison, Josh was already beside you, putting his hands, almost protectively, around your waist, asking if you wanted something to eat. You found the action weird, since Josh was never that possessive over you, but nodded anyway, joining him by the table where you ate a bowl of yogurt with berries and granola.

After breakfast was out of the way, everyone changed to appropriate beachwear, before descending the sand-covered stairs at the back of the house that led to the ocean. Everyone took something, but since the house was only a few steps away from the beach, you could easily go back if anything was forgotten.

There you, Alisha, and most of the girls laid towels on the hot sand, deciding to enjoy the early hour’s sun to get a tan while most of the guys went straight to the water. Since you already had your bikini top on, the only piece of clothing left to be discarded was your jeans shorts, that once gone, left you in one of the many pairs of swimwear you had packed.

Taking your place between the towels, you could see Josh waving at you in the distance, making you smile and quickly wave back at him. Like some of the other guys, Harrison had decided to stay back and help them set the grill for lunch later. He wore nothing but some basketball shorts, his bare chest in sight for everyone to look at, and that was exactly what you did. Taking advantage of the sunglasses covering your eyes, you observed Harrison, and holy shit, you were absolutely sure he wasn’t that hot when you two were together. His muscles could be seen from miles away, abs perfectly sculpted, v line temptingly showing.

You had no idea how long you were staring at your ex-boyfriend, the only thing making you tear your gaze from him was a couple of droplets of cold water suddenly hitting your hot body. “Josh, no!” That was all you could say before your boyfriend threw himself on top of you, not letting you slip away from him. “Got ya!” Josh laughed, making you roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah! Now get off, you’re cold!” You exclaimed, before pushing him away.

When the girls felt the sun being too hot to handle, you all decided to take a break from tanning and go for a swim to cool off your bodies. Before going, you kissed Josh, who stayed behind with some of the other guys, preparing lunch. As soon as you got up, you felt eyes on you, but it wasn’t only your boyfriend’s, Harrison’s blue ones also accompanied your figure while you ran with the girls to the ocean.

It didn’t take long for Josh to notice the blonde’s stare, and just the thought of Harrison remembering the times he touched your body, made your current boyfriend want to throw up, something he masked pretty well, since he wasn’t too far from him, even though it killed him inside. When it became too much to handle, Josh decided to join you on the water, as his way of showing Harrison you were with him now. Circling his arms around your body, he spun you around, before putting you back on your feet, but not before giving you a firm kiss on the lips that left you breathless.

“What was that?” You asked, surprised by his sudden actions. “Just missed you, that’s all.” He shrugged, kissing you again. “That much?” You joked, making him laugh. “Shut up!” He let it out, and you joined him in laughter. Later that day, you were sitting alone by the rocks, quietly enjoying the sunset, while the rest of the group prepared the bonfire when you heard footsteps. Turning around, you saw Harrison approaching, making you instantly take a deep breath.

“Can I join you?” His voice was low, just above a whisper, but with no other sounds other than the tide, you heard his question clear as day. “Sure!” You answered, a little bit uncertain. Harrison sat by your side, making sure to leave enough distance between you two. After a couple of minutes in complete silence, the blonde cleared his throat, “So many memories, huh?” He said, not averting his gaze from the sea. “Yeah, a lot of memories…” especially with you, you wanted to say but contained yourself.

Your ex-boyfriend was right though, there were a lot of memories that had been made in that place, so many happy moments shared between your group of friends on your earlier days, when you used to come and stay at the beach house for days on end, just to have fun, without a single worry in the world. That wasn’t the case anymore and fortunately, or not, all you had now were your memories, especially the ones you shared with the person sitting right beside you.

Hearing some commotion behind him, Harrison turned to see what was going on but was met by a harsh glare from your current boyfriend, which made him chuckle. “I don’t think your boyfriend likes me.” Said the blonde, making you also turn to look at him. And, just as you expected, Josh eyed you intensely, only giving you a small smile when you waved in his direction. “It’s not that he doesn’t like you, it’s just… he doesn’t like what I told him you did.” You said, making Harrison tense. “I hope he knows I’m sorry, that I never wanted to hurt you or make you feel like you were impeding me of something.” The blonde murmured, whispering the last part, “And I hope you know too.”

Taking a deep breath, you gave Harrison a sad look, before shrugging, “It doesn’t matter anymore, Haz.” You said, the nickname slipping from your mouth like second nature. “It matters to me, y/n! I keep thinking about how you said you felt when we broke up and there’s not a single day that goes without me regretting leaving you like that.” The blonde stated, before continuing, “I know you probably don’t believe me now and I get it, but I promise I’m not bulshitting you. I meant everything I said.”

Harrison’s blue eyes stared at you and you could tell there wasn’t an ounce of doubt in them, he was truly opening his heart to you and that alone made your eyes water. Unfortunately though, before you could say anything else to him, you heard your boyfriend calling your name, asking you to join the rest of the group by the fire, which was now fully alight.

At that moment, all you wanted was to stay right then and there and talk to Harrison for hours on end, until the sun began to rise again, but you couldn’t do that, so you had to settle for the second option, which was taking the hand he offered to help you get up. “C’mon, I don’t want him to come here and punch me in the face for talking to you.” Your ex-boyfriend smirked, making you laugh. “Shut up! He wouldn’t do that.” You chuckled, getting back on your feet.

Back at the bonfire, Josh was waiting for you with one of his hoodies you loved to steal from him, and since it was getting a little chilly now, you decided to also slip back into your shorts, before accepting the warm piece of clothing from your boyfriend with a quick peck on the lips. While the guys cooked some sausages for the hot dogs, your friends decided it was a great idea to share memories of the group from previous visits to Cornwall.

Every single one of your friends shared a story they remembered as you ate, some of them so funny it brought literal tears to your eyes from laughing so damn hard. When Eric, one of your old friends from high school told the story about that one time you played truth or dare and things got a little bit out of control, you wished he hadn’t ‘cause the tension could be felt the moment the words left his mouth.

“Do you guys remember? Haz and y/n went skinny dipping in the ocean and it was like 11 degrees.” Your friend laughed, and you could feel Josh’s body visibly tense by your side. “And then they didn’t want to come out anymore?! I think they stayed for like an hour or so.” Another one of your friends joined him, making you close your eyes from how embarrassing and awkward the situation was.

Thankfully Alisha seemed to notice because she quickly stood up, getting everyone’s attention, “Okay, that was fun! Now, who wants s’mores?” Your friend exclaimed, receiving positive answers. You and Harrison shared a quick look, and from what you saw, he was just as embarrassed as you were.

Josh got up, asking if you wanted some, to which you said yes, thanking him for making it for you. “Sure!” He said plainly, and from that, you could tell he was upset, even if he didn’t want to show. That night, he slept a little bit away from you, not holding you close like he did every other night, just proving he was in fact upset about what had happened earlier.

When you woke up the next morning to heavy rain splattering the windows, Josh had already left, his side of the bed cold from his absence. Getting up, you threw on an old oversized shirt and some biker shorts, since it was clear you weren’t getting out of the house today. After putting your hair up and brushing your teeth, you finally descended the stairs that led to the main area of the house, the majority of your friends already there.

You greeted them and once your boyfriend heard your voice, he excused himself from the conversation he was having with some of the guys before approaching you, “Good morning!” He whispered, leaving a kiss on your temple. “Morning! Why did you leave the bed so early?” You questioned, to which he shrugged, “Couldn’t sleep, didn’t want to wake you. Why? You missed me?” He smirked, making you smile. “I did!” You nodded, smiling into the kiss you shared.

You were suddenly interrupted by someone clearing their throat, and your boyfriend couldn’t help but roll his eyes seeing the source of the sound. “Morning!” Harrison sang, getting everyone’s attention. “Good morning!” You responded, still wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms. He and Harrison shared a look and if they could kill, your ex-boyfriend would be a dead man.

Alisha asked for your help with breakfast, and since it was raining and a little bit chilly, you decided to make pancakes. After about an hour of cooking a giant batch, you all sat by the dining table, sharing syrups, sauces, whipped cream, and lots of fresh fruits to top the cakes.

Since it was still raining when you finished and it didn’t look like it was stopping anytime soon, there was no way you were going to the beach today, so your friends decided to throw a party, the boys all getting ready to go to the city to buy drinks for the night. You stayed behind with the girls and, since you had nothing better to do, Alisha opened the cabinet where she stored her family’s board games, letting you choose which one you wanted to play first.

Later, everyone was spread out through the house, drinks in hands, music blasting from the speakers. Your boyfriend seemed to be having a hard time keeping his hands to himself, since he kept hugging you, praising you and your choice of clothing. It wasn’t anything fancy, after all, you weren’t going anywhere outside the house, just a long floral print dress, with a square collar and puffy sleeves, a split showing the extent of one of your legs.

“Did I tell you how good you look tonight?” Josh whispered in your ear when you sat on his lap. “Not in the last couple of seconds, no!” You laughed, kissing his lips. The position you were currently in was a little awkward, but that didn’t impede you from making out with your boyfriend.

The only thing able to make you pull away was Alisha’s voice yelling your name to join them at beer pong. There was only one problem, Harrison was the one in current need of a partner. “C’mon y/n/n, you and Haz used to smash this game!” Another one of your friends shouted, making you share a look with your boyfriend.

“Go, baby! I’ll be here watching you.” Josh exclaimed, but his expression showed he wasn’t happy about that. “Are you sure?” You insisted, not wanting to leave him by himself. “I’ll be fine, y/n! Go!” He laughed, encouraging you to join your friends. Smiling, you kissed him one more time before getting off his lap, making your way to the dining table, which currently had two perfectly arranged triangles of cups.

“Ready to end them?” Harrison asked as soon as you approached, “Hell yeah!” You smirked, bumping your fist with his extended one. For the next couple of hours, you and Harrison kept winning round after round of the game, your opponents always changing until there was no one else left.

The thing is, you didn’t win the game without having to take some of the drinks too, fine— a lot of them, and oh boy were they strong because now you were left completely drunk, stumbling around the house, your boyfriend always right behind you making sure you stayed on your own two feet or that you didn’t throw up on the couch.

You were currently in the kitchen, trying to make yourself yet another drink while Josh tried to convince you to stop for the night. “Baby, c’mon! Don’t you think you had enough?” The poor boy asked, but you, in your intoxicated state, laughed it off, shaking your head. “I’m totally fine, look…” Taking a couple of steps back, you opened your arms, trying and failing to walk into a straight line.

You stumbled back and before your boyfriend could reach you, Harrison had already caught you in his arms, where you immediately passed out. “Okay man, I'll take it from here.” Josh declared, trying to take you from the blonde’s arms. “It’s fine! I can take her.” Harrison remarked, leaving your boyfriend fuming.

“She’s my girlfriend though, so I'll take her.” Josh insisted, leaving Harrison to roll his eyes. “She’s literally passed out in my arms, dude! I’ll take her.” The blonde barked, finally being able to convince Josh to let him carry you to the bedroom. Your friends couldn’t help but watch the confrontation between your lovers, going back to partying as soon as they went upstairs, where the bedrooms were situated.

Harrison carefully laid you on the bed, making sure to take your shoes off, before draping a thin blanket on top of your sleeping body. He didn’t want to leave, all he wanted was to stay and cuddle you in his arms until you got better, but you weren’t his anymore and Josh was already clearing his throat by the door, “Thanks man, I’ll take care of her now.” Your boyfriend stated. “Right!” The blonde let it out, slowly walking away from the bed.

It was then that he heard your voice, clear as day, calling his name. He and Josh exchanged a look that could only be translated as uncertainty. Before Harrison could answer, you called again, this time louder, “I’m here, darling!” The blonde whispered, going right back to your side. “I wanna tell you something…” You mumbled, the words getting mixed in your tongue. “You’re drunk, y/n/n! We can talk tomorrow.” Harrison tried to convince but you were determined.

“No, I wanna… I wanna say… I… I still love you.” Josh felt his heart drop as soon as the words left his mouth, while your ex-boyfriend tried his best not to smile at them. “It’s okay, darling! We can talk about it in the morning, you need some sleep now.” Harrison said, but you just kept going, “And… and you got even hotter, I mean… fuck, you could’ve at least… got fat.” You mumbled, your eyes barely open, earning a laugh from the blonde. “You know… you hurt me, like… big time but I… I still love you, it’s so unfair!” You whined, closing your eyes.

Josh couldn’t take it anymore, he felt sick to his stomach, he knew your and Harrison’s relationship was pretty long and that feelings don’t just go away like that, but hearing you say those things to the blonde was killing him inside. Fortunately, you seemed to go back to sleep after that, because the next thing he heard was your little snores filling the room. Getting up, Harrison left a kiss on your forehead, before making his way out. He still had to pass by your boyfriend so he felt like he needed to say something. “Hey man, about that…” Harrison tried, but Josh cut him off right away, “Don’t, I’ll talk to her in the morning.” He said, and after a quick nod, Harrison left the room, feeling his heart pound in his chest for the rest of his sleepless night.

You woke up the next morning to a headache, a pretty bad one that is. Opening your eyes, the room seemed to spin, which made you feel even sicker, quickly getting up and running to the bathroom, making it just in time to throw all last night's mistakes out on the toilet, flushing it right after. Josh was by the door in seconds, already carrying a bottle of water and some aspirins.

“How much did I have last night?” You asked, already dreading the answer. “A lot.” Your boyfriend said, helping you off the floor. “God, I fucking hate this, why do I keep doing it?” You questioned, more to yourself but Josh shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe you’re trying to forget something?!” His words caught you off guard, making you stop brushing your teeth to look at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Mouth still smeared with toothpaste, you waited for your boyfriend’s answer but all you got was just another shrug. “Forget it! Here, take these and try drinking all the water, you’ll feel better after.” Then he was gone, leaving you behind, completely and utterly confused. What the hell?

After taking the pills and having a quick shower, you popped some clothes on top of your bathing suit, since the plan was to spend the day at the ocean, on a boat you and your friends had rented before coming here. Downstairs, everyone looked a little hungover too, which made you feel less bad about yourself. “Good morning, sunshine! How’s the beer pong queen doing?” Alisha’s voice was like a hammer to your head, making you want to smash it against the wall. “Like shit!” You responded, making her laugh.

Breakfast was already served, so after pouring yourself a big cup of the freshly brewed coffee, you took a piece of toast and spread some jam on top, munching it down as fast as you possibly could, since your body literally craved food. From where you stood, you could see Josh outside, talking to some of the guys, looking like he’d rather be doing anything else but that.

“Morning!” Harrison’s voice startled you, making you jump, almost dropping your coffee in the process. “Fuck, you scared me!” You mumbled, trying to catch your breath. “Sorry!” The blonde laughed, “No, you’re not!” Rolling your eyes, you smiled, not being able to resist his ocean eyes.

“So, great party, huh?” Harrison asked while getting himself some coffee. “Shit, I drank so much I don’t even remember.” You let it out, feeling embarrassed. “So you don’t remember anything about last night?” The blonde asked, seemingly disappointed. “Just until beer pong, after that it’s all a blur.” You said, “Why? Did I do something stupid?” You quickly added, feeling like you did judging by his expression. “No, no! Don’t worry, you… you were fine.” Harrison tried to laugh it off, but you could see right through it.

Before you could further question though, Alisha was already ushering everyone to get ready to leave soon, since the boat was already available to them. You waited for Josh, and when he finally decided to acknowledge you, you made your way upstairs, where you packed a bag with some of the essentials.

“Is everything alright?” You asked your boyfriend before leaving, deciding it was a good idea to figure things out before getting in the boat. “Huh? Yeah, just… a little tired.” Josh brushed it off, leaving you even more suspicious. “You sure? You know you can talk to me, right?” Getting closer, you looked him in the eye, realizing he had a hard time doing the same. “I know”, he gave you a peck before adding, “Now let’s go, we don’t wanna be late”, getting out of your embrace, leaving you that much more confused.

Once everyone was in, you guys took off, the boat being just big enough to fit all of you comfortably. You had to admit you felt a bit sick at the beginning since you were still pretty much hungover but it quickly passed, thankfully letting you enjoy the sailing. When the boat stopped at a more reserved area, you were quick to strip down and jump out, getting into the slightly cold water, where you stayed for the next hours.

The place you were in was beautiful, the water almost crystal clear, making the whole experience even better. You were swimming when you felt something grab your feet, making you scream in fear of being a jellyfish or even a shark. Looking back, you found Harrison laughing his head off, absolutely thrilled by his little prank. “You idiot! I thought it was a shark!” You screeched, throwing water at his face when he didn’t stop laughing. “You didn’t”, the blonde let out, “Oh, I did!” You smirked, quickly regretting your choice of action when your ex-boyfriend threw water back at you, starting a war between the two of you.

Josh observed everything from the boat since he had already gotten out of the water, claiming he “wasn’t in the mood for it”. The thing is, you had already noticed he was acting a little off today but you couldn’t figure out the reason for his behavior. That’s why, on the way back to the house, after spending most of the day in the water, you decided to ask Harrison if something had happened the night before that made him upset. “I don’t know, y/n! You just got pretty drunk, passed out and I helped him take you to your room.” The blonde shrugged, deciding it wasn’t his place to tell you what you had said.

At the house, you decided to take a shower, just to wash the seawater off your body, and since Josh was there with you, you decided to test the waters and ask him if he wanted to join you. “It’s fine, I’ll go after you”, were his exact words, which left you wondering if your ex-boyfriend had actually told you the truth. Things only got weirder when you left the bathroom since Josh was nowhere to be seen, his suitcase and clothes gone, making you quickly change into some a dress before running downstairs.

“Have you seen Josh?” You asked your friends, who all gave you pitiful looks. "He's outside, y/n! I… I think he’s leaving.” Alisha said, making you sprint outside, where just as she said, your boyfriend had already packed his stuff in the trunk of his car. “What the fuck? Josh! Hey, what’s going on?” You asked as soon as you reached him. “Isn’t it clear? I’m leaving!” He stated, closing the trunk door with a loud thud, making you flinch, “Why? Why are you leaving? What happened?” You asked, completely oblivious.

Josh laughed, before making his way to the driver’s side of the car, “You’re really asking me this?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, of course, I am! You treated me like shit the whole day and now you’re suddenly leaving, what else could I ask?” You fumed, losing your already thin running patience. “I treated you like shit? You’re all over your ex-boyfriend this whole weekend and I am the one treating you like shit? Yeah, it seems fair!” Josh shouted, slamming his door shut. “Josh, stop it! This is not true!” You yelled back. “But it is, y/n! It fucking is, you’re still in love with him, you told yourself so!”

Freezing, you took a step back, “What? When?” You asked, “Last night when you passed out. He took you to our room and before he left you told him you still loved him.” Your boyfriend’s voice trembled, making your heart drop. “Josh, please, listen to me! I was drunk, I didn’t know what I was saying!” You insisted but he wasn’t having any of it, “Please, y/n! We both know it’s true, you were just fooling yourself.” The boy accused, “Josh, please, don’t go! Let’s talk about this, let’s figure it out together!” You begged, but he shook his head, “I can’t do this, y/n! I can’t stay between you two and act like you don’t still fucking love each other. It's ridiculous! You can call me after you figure things out with him but, until then, I’m moving out. I’ll send someone to pick up my stuff.”

“Josh, please, don’t go! Please!” You desperately tried to change your boyfriend’s mind, but in the end, he drove off, leaving you a complete and utter sobbing mess behind. Hugging yourself, you cried, feeling like your whole world had turned upside down in the last minutes. Taking a few steps, you decided to sit on the stairs that led to the beach, not wanting to deal with any of your friend’s questions about what happened.

It was a few minutes later when you heard footsteps approaching, and you didn’t even have to look to know it was him. Harrison sat beside you, staying silent until your crying subsided. “What happened?” He asked, patiently waiting for your response. Taking a deep breath, you decided to just rip the bandaid off. “Josh broke up with me and left.” You said, feeling your voice tremble. You could hear Harrison sigh beside you, “Why?” The blonde asked.

“I think you can figure it out on your own.” You scoffed, trying desperately to dry your tears. Harrison froze, he didn’t know what to say knowing Josh had broken up with you because of him? “I’m… I’m sorry, y/n!” The blonde let it out, feeling his heart ache. You shrugged, before getting enough courage to finally look at him, “The worst part is that he’s right,” you said, getting your ex-lover’s attention, “I still fucking love you Harrison,” you cried, being suddenly cut by Harrison’s lips.

At that exact moment, you felt yourself relax, and even though you knew what you were doing was totally wrong, your body had a very different idea. The kiss just felt right, like you had been craving for something only he could give you. His lips melted together with yours the same way they did all those months ago, like two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly with each other.

Pulling apart, Harrison’s hands went to your face, dabbing away your tears with his thumbs. “Hey, look at me,” the boy whispered, lifting your face until you were staring into each other’s eyes. “I love you, y/n! I love you so fucking much and I’m so sorry about everything, I never wanted to hurt you.” Harrison recited, “Why should I trust you?” You sniffed, not wanting to get your hopes up only for it to all come breaking down again.

“Listen, I know I betrayed you, okay? I know I made promises I didn’t keep and I’m so fucking sorry for that. But it’s different now, we grew up and we learn from our mistakes, so please, believe me when I say that I want you! I wanna be with you for the rest of my life, you are my person y/n/n! And unfortunately, it took me losing you to realize that but I get all those romance movies you made me watch when we were together, I get it now! All the declarations of love and sacrifices the couples did for each other because I’d do the same for you. Over and over again!” Harrison let it all out, hoping you’d see how truthful he was.

You were speechless, you didn’t know what to say or even do in a situation like this one, should you believe the boy who broke your heart, or should you stay away from him and figure things out with Josh? The latter option seemed the most reasonable one but you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore, you loved the blonde boy with beautiful ocean eyes that was sitting beside you with your whole heart, you were sure of that. There wasn’t a single cell in your body who didn’t want to jump at Harrison, kiss his lips, and hold him close so he never slipped away again.

So, that was exactly what you did, you launched yourself in his arms, going right back to his lips, the only place you felt you truly belonged. His hands hold your body close, while yours are immersed through his dirty blonde curls. When you pulled away, both of you carried silly but honest smiles, which meant more than any word could say.

“I love you, y/n! So much!” Harrison exclaimed, hugging you close. “I love you too! But I swear if you break my heart I’ll kill you.” You let it out, making him laugh. “I promise I won’t!” He kissed you, before adding “But in case it happens, you’d probably have company for that.” Turning around, you could see all your friends waving and cheering you from the house, making you laugh and bury your face into Harrison’s neck.

You spent the rest of the trip glued to the hip, it seemed like both of you were afraid of letting go and end up losing the other again. You knew your relationship wasn’t perfect, to be fair none of them are, but you were okay with that, after all this time you finally had each other again and that was more than enough for you.

— tagging some mutuals — @missnxthingg @soft-haz @wazzupmrstark @duskholland @mrs-hollandstan @uglypastels @veryholland @bi-writes @cali-holland @sinisterspidey @hazofmyheart @fratboievans @screamholland @lauras-collection @sunshinehollandd @mcumendes @osterfield-holland-andcompany @harryhollandsgirlfriend @sunflowerspidey @twoghosts28 @sunsetholland @greenorangevioletgrass @outshineallthestars

[celebtattletale]

Double Trouble: Harrison Osterfield announces marriage and pregnancy with Y/N Holland all at once

Earlier this week, actor Harrison Osterfield (25) posted a cute picture on instagram of his partner of three years, fitness and health specialist Y/N Holland (24).

In the photo, Y/N was layed on her back over a bouncy yoga ball (made famous in her lockdown workout videos) in the living room of the house the two bought a year ago.

And she was also sporting a rather prominent baby bump visible from her black jumper that had ridden up, matched with a comfortable-looking pair of sports leggings.

Harrison captioned with:

‘anyone else’s wife do this? just mine? ok 👍’

This came as a complete shock to both us here at celebtattletale and the rest of the world, who were all under the impression that this was simply a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

It was Tom Holland (25), Y/N’s brother and Harrison’s best friend who first revealed that the two were together, speaking on how his ‘best mate and baby sister’ had finally admitted their feelings when on the Spider-man: Far From Home press tour.

And since then, the couple have posted cute pictures of each other on instagram right throughout their relationship, but neither them nor anyone in the family has ever mentioned the two getting married.

A source close to the married couple told us that Harrison proposed just after they moved into their new house and they got married in a small ceremony with only close family and friends as soon as it was safe - due to the pandemic.

Wedding photos have been released in the past couple of days due to demand from fans. They showed Harrison and Y/N gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes and their parents and siblings cheering in the background.

Harrison looked dashing in a plain and simple suit hugging his taut biceps. His newlywed wife matched his simple style in an elegant white dress with a defined square neckline and puffy sleeves.

And everyone was delighted to find out that the two are now expecting a child together! We all can tell that the Osterfields are going to be wonderful parents.

Eagle-eyed fans have suspected that Y/N is due to give birth in another two or three months based off the size of her bump. Others have even started a poll guessing what sex the baby will be (girl is winning so far).

But no matter what, we all know that this baby is going to be loved by the amazing support system of the combined Holland and Osterfield families around them.

[mehphoobia]

FERAL Chapter 1 - You only, for him.

Pairing- Tom Holland! dragon x Reader! human

Warnings:- Language

Summary:-The only thing he could hear in his head, when he first smelt you and every day for the next whole month was, “MINE, YOU’RE MINE.”

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"WHAT!?"

Brian's white satin shirt was almost stained with a nice coffee stain which you almost choked out upon the question. What a morning. Outstanding.

"Yep, we're a little short on hands after Amelia's leave so" he left the sentence incomplete for you to understand it but soon continued in his defense, "the position can not be offered to just anyone even if its for a couple of days so ple-"

"what makes me so special?" you interrogated in hopes if you could get some answers as to why do you always get so weak in your knees and heart when you even go closer to the lift let alone the the 10th floor.

"Well Amelia wouldn't just anyone with her job as I said even if its for a couple of days." Brian said.

Of course. Honestly Brian would have never guessed he'd have to convince someone for that position that desperately. His thoughts were interrupted when you said,

"Yes, I'll do it"

The alarm clock had its own concert in the morning, but it stopped after being slapped to the ground. "Good riddance" you thought. Your back curled as you tried to wake up and sat on your bed staring at the wall. What a normal morning. ha! you wish.

After freshening up and taking a bath you moved to the dressing table for your skin care routine. Not long after you were done and raced towards the kitchen to see Olivia munching her cereal.

"You'll get sick you know, do you realize how much sugar it has?" you said on passing her by and patting her head. "Not everyone can cook like you, you know especially not in the morning ahhhh why can't it be night every time."

"Then how will the sun shine?" you passed her toast and juice to fill her up with actual food. She whined but enjoyed the meal nevertheless. Olivia never had such care taken of her. Your mom sending her bath bombs and your dad sending you guys food which would last you for seven generations. She never spoke much about her past and the long scar on her left hand all the way to her shoulders never gave you the guts to ask about it. But if you ever had a sibling, its nice to look at how she would have looked and how you guys would've been together.

You smiled at her childish grin while she ate, so cute. The morning went by peacefully until you met Brian in the café while waiting for yours's and Amelia's coffee. He told you she had taken a month long leave and dropped the bomb.

The fact that Brian found you trustworthy enough after meeting you for the first time was amazing and something you never guessed. But that pull you keep feeling someone you never knew will keep distracting you from your work and you couldn't have it. Do your work well or don't do it all; that was your moto.

So you agreed. Still hesitant but you did.

"Hello?" you asked on the phone.

"Yes, Y/N." you were lucky she answered. "Um Hi, are you okay? How are you?" Amelia wasn't one of those people who would take leaves for no good reason.

"Yeah I'm okay. I'm sorry I couldn't call you, I was just a little....occupied" the last part was stretched out.

"Oh okay its alright, but may I ask you something?" you were little embarrassed with your question. "Why you? Why are you covering for me? that's what you wanna ask right?" she guessed your question long before you could even ask.

"Look Y/N, I am usually never wrong about anyone let alone their personality so don't worry. Take up this chance well and prove yourself. Also we couldn't trust anyone enough" she was smiling on the other side of the call.

"than- wait a minute 'we'?" your eyebrows scrunched in doubt. You heard a couple of people quarreling and a few face palms. "Yeah me and Brian kiddo" she spoke in hurry.

yeah of course duh!

"Well thanks Amelia, I won't keep you long now. Bye" you concluded. "Good night"

"We were almost made out huh?" Brian spoke after a long deliberation and wait. "Yeah no shit, dumbfuck" Amelia threw a cushion at him.

They both chuckled.

"We'll have to be careful though" Tom said, alert on caution. "Yeah we can't have your mate run away now can we?" Amelia joked accompanied with Brian's laughter.

"Yeah no shit, dumb bitch. You almost scared her off the first day itself." Tom back answered. "You said intimidating" she grunted.

All three of them started to throw cushions at each other.

"Oh by the way, the council called." Brian informed.

"About the WIND? They have been meddling a lot haven't they?" Tom enquired. "Yeah, but they're taken care of, don't worry. I'll keep them in check" Amelia smirked.

"We know you will." Brian and Tom spoke together.

The three of them have been together and best of friends since they could remember. The council realized the importance of Amelia's and Brian's in Tom that he was supposed to be the next clan leader. Any disturbances were taken care of even before they were bought up in front of the council.

No one dared to challenge the alpha.

He was the leader even before he was crowned, for the people. When he said something, every one listened and followed.

But the only person, who could get him on his knees and make him go feral was you.

You wouldn't be able to concentrate in your work and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from going near you. Staying away was his only concern. He couldn't make himself being seen, not at least till you were safe.

After talking to Amelia, comfort and sleep took you in. You slept peacefully waiting for tomorrow and Tom slept thinking about you and how he had to keep you safe.

The two of you slept peacefully unknown of the mysteries and plans the rival clan, THE WIND was cooking up. But all that mattered right now was you

You only, for him.

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A/N- Hey guys, chapter 1's up and running. Hope you like it. Let me know what you guys think about it.

Chapter 2 teaser would be up probably today or tomorrow. So stay tuned.

Love yourself...no matter what 🤍🤍

[poguesholland]

Unfazed Interruption | Tom Holland

You and Tom have always had feelings for each other but never acted on them. The two of you share a moment and almost have your first kiss together when Harrison walks in, but that doesn’t stop Tom from getting the girl of his dreams.

Warnings: like two curse words, fluff.

A/N: This is probably one of my favourite blurbs I have ever written.

“Wait, there’s popcorn in your hair” Tom laughs making you giggle. He leans over to reach his hand and remove it, the distance between your faces almost nonexistent as you could feel his breath fanning your face. To balance himself, he places his free hand on your upper thigh, making goosebumps spread across your body. You look up and when Tom removed it he says “Done” looking down so his eyes meet yours.

His hand in your hair rests on your neck, his thumb on your cheek. “Th-thanks” you stutter out as a low whisper, as Tom’s face is practically less than 5 centimeters away from yours.

He clears his throat and mumbles, “Yeah, yeah- of course”. You keep the intense eye contact as the sexual tension builds and builds up. You tilt your head even more to be closer to his as his thumb slowly caresses your cheek.

Tom licks his lips as his eyes leave yours to ponder your lips then making eye contact again. You felt your heart skip a beat when he did that, not being able to help yourself and doing the same. Tom smirks when he sees you stare at his lips, moving his face a bit closer so your noses bump against each other.

“Tommy” you breathe out against his face, almost a silent plead to ask him to please stop teasing. “I know” Tom mumbles, his hand on your thigh grips it tightly. The hand on your cheek tilting your head to the side. You almost do a double take when Tom leans in.

You feel his lips brush against yours and as he was about to connect them, the door bursts open. You let out a shriek and turn immediately to look at the door. Harrison stands there about to rant before he looks up and sees that he interrupted something.

“Guys, for dinner would you like chicken or- Oh, my bad, I just really need to know before I leave you guys to finish whatever this is if you want chicken parmesan or-”. He seemed so unfazed for someone who just walked in on his two best friends making out but everyone knew it was bound to happen. It didn’t take a genius to see the way you and Tom felt about each other.

Tom notices you’re beginning to pull away and engaging in the conversation. He huffs before moving the hand on your cheek to grab your chin and forcefully turn you to face him, smashing his lips against yours, not giving you the chance to take in what was happening.

You’re taken aback as your body freezes before you melt into the kiss, your hands on both sides of his neck as he moves his lips so smoothly against yours.

“Uh- guys- um, I’m still here...” Harrison stutters before Tom moves his hand that was on your thigh to your waist, pulling you onto his lap in one swift motion while your lips continued their assault on each other.

Your hands move up to Tom’s cheeks to slowly pull him away from eagerly devouring your lips in the kiss to catch your breath, resting your head on his forehead. You pant as Tom impatiently moves his head down to your neck to leave a trail of kisses from your jaw to your lower neck, making you let out a small moan.

“Guys!” Harrison yells and you let out between your sighs of enjoyment, Tom not giving you a second to relax and collect yourself, “We’re- mm, we’re a bit busy- Oh, right now H-Haz”. You gasp as Tom lightly sinks his teeth into your neck, hand moving to tug on his hair making him groan into your neck.

“Gross” Harrison let’s out before leaving. Once he does, you interrupt Tom’s assault on your neck, which was challenging as it felt too good and he wouldn’t pull away. You connect your lips once again but this time it’s slow and more passionate than the last, you tug on his hair once more making him moan into your lips, the vibrations making you reciprocate a moan as well.

Once you both pull away, you keep your lips brushing over each other. You open your eyes to find Tom already looking at yours. “That was so embarrassing Tom, Harrison was right there” you whine but not really complaining since you enjoyed it. “I don’t care I wasn’t about to pussy out of kissing you like all the other times, and it definitely wasn’t going to be because of that div”.

You blush and look down, before Tom lowers his head to meet your eyes once again. “I don’t know why you’re so shy love, I should be allowed to kiss my girl whenever I feel like it”. “Your girl” you mumble shyly, your cheeks bright red as your play with his hair that was tangled between your fingers.

“Yeah, ‘s the truth isn’t it? Think I can call you that now, right?” he reassures you. You gaze into his eyes, “Finally, yes, please, call me anything- whatever you want, just kiss me to make up for all the times we were too scared to, Tommy- please” you needily beg him. Tom caresses your cheek to calm you down, “Forget about the past darling, we took our time but here we are now right? All that matters to me is that I’m right here with you, that’s all I could ever ask for”.

You nod and Tom looks at you adoringly, before leaning in to slowly capture your lips in a soft yet deep kiss. You release the kiss and let out a breath, resting your chest on his and hiding your head in the crook of his neck. He runs his hand through your hair as you both enjoy this moment. After months of longing looks and hidden feelings, you finally were together, and that really was all Tom wanted.

[izziejomarbles]

Potato, patato, darling.

i'm a little worried you guys won't like this because it's not angst, but i promise i'll be back making y'all cry soon x

okay so please write some requests, i'll take anything. i suck at being creative.

inspired by: https://t-lostinworlds.tumblr.com/post/624558718949916672/childbirth-simulator-tom-holland

warning: swearing, a lot of dialogue, so much fluff it's disgusting, shitty writing

'Hi everyone! Welcome back to the Holland House YouTube channel!'

Harrison pouted from behind the camera.

'With not only Holland's within the household.'

You gave him a look from your space on the bed you shared with Tom.

'I'm not a Holland. But here I am, leaning into it.'

'Okay, but you are going to be a Holland soon.'

'What if I decide to keep my surname?'

'We all know you won't.'

Tom clapped his hands together next to you before exclaiming.

'And I'm Tom Holland. Today we will be using a birth simulator.'

'Also known as a TENs machine'

'Potato, patato. As you know my wonderful fiancée is with child-'

'With child, what the fuck Tom?'

'Okay, firstly no swearing in front of the child, secondly I think I got the point across. Lets go!'

'You are way too excited for this.'

As Tom started sticking the small stickers on his stomach Harry and Sam walked into the bedroom.

'Well well well, what do we have here?'

Harry smirked, before pulling up a chair behind the camera. Tom looked up at him before looking back at you.

'My wife to be bought this wonderful machine, and I thought it would make a great YouTube video.'

Sam leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

'Y/n, you have become my new favourite person.'

'Um, I thought I already was? You already know you're my favourite Holland.'

Tom's head spun around to face you.

'Excuse me!? We are literally together!'

'Potato, patato, darling.'

You turned to look directly into the camera lens, before smiling at your audience.

'Obviously no one in this room has given birth, so no one can say whether this is accurate or not.'

Tom leaned over so that his face was covering yours.

'But y/n was telling me earlier that period pains can be the same as early labour pains?'

'Yup, they are supposed to prepare your body. Which does not explain why I had to start my period at age 11, but here we are.'

'I will be asking Tom questions about women as we do this, and with everyone he gets wrong, the pain levels go up. Now that that's out of the way, let's get started!'

Tom lay down on the bed, not before winking at the camera though.

'Tom!' Sam yelled.

'What!? This is a flattering angle on me.'

'Okay, okay. First question Tom. What age do women get their first period? On average.'

'12?'

'Shit. Yes, you are correct.'

'Love, were you just upset that I wouldn't get hurt?'

You lowered your voice before saying-

'Yes. But I digress! Next question!'

Tom rolled his eyes at the camera before flopping back down on the bed. You looked down at your phone, picking a good next question.

'When a woman has a baby, what pathway does the baby use to exit the mother’s womb?'

'Something canal?'

'You know what, just because I'm bitter, I won't give you that one.'

You slowly pressed on the button labelled '1', eyes immediately shooting up to see Tom's reaction.

'Okay. Okay. This is not too bad. It's like a weird tingling sensation. like someone is lightly tapping me.'

You spin your head towards the camera dramatically.

'Well, that was disappointing. For the record, it was the cervix and birth canal.'

'I honestly think you could have given that to me.'

'Love, I honestly think you should know where our child is going to come out of.’

You shoot a look at the camera, winking your audience.

‘Okay Tom, what does PMS stand for?��

He scratched his chin, as if in thought.

‘Something, menstrual syndrome?’

You gave him a warm smile, impressed at how well he’d done.

‘I’m really proud of you, lovebug. The full name is premenstrual syndrome, but you did so well that I’m giving you that point.’

You heard some disappointed signs from behind the camera, before Tom yelled-

‘Oh, come on guys! You should not be rooting for me to be in pain!’

Tuwaine whistled and Harrison shouted back.

‘We are here for the entertainment! We aren’t seeing any!’

You gave Tom a look before saying quietly, but loud enough for the microphone to pick it up.

‘You better get the next one wrong or people are going to start unsubscribing.’

‘Give me a hard one next then.’

Tom gave you a cheeky smile before looking directly into the lens and quietly saying-

‘That's what she said.’

You gasped and whacked his arm with the nearest pillow.

‘Children watch this, Tom! This is a family friendly channel!’

‘Says the one who was swearing earlier?!’

‘All I’m hearing is excuses. Anyway, next question. Where do women put their menstrual cups?’

Tom gave you a worried look.

‘Um, how am I supposed to answer this?’

You squint your eyes at him.

‘How do you want to answer this?’

‘You know, up there?’

You whack him with the pillow again.

‘It's the birth canal again Thomas! I can’t wait to do this again.’

You quickly pressed the next highest number on the little white remote you held in your hands.

‘Oh, oh hello. This feels like somebody is giving my stomach a rather hard massage.’

‘This is the least entertained I've been in a while.’

Sam sighs.

‘Don’t worry boys, he won't get the next one.’

Tom looked up, offended.

‘I’m sure I know more than you guys think.’

You tuck your feet under your thighs, before moving on to the next question.

‘You actually should get this one right Tom. How many ovaries do women have?’

‘I’m pretty sure it’s just one.’

He smiled, getting ready to be praised but you just stared at him in shock.

‘You need some female anatomy classes because you are uneducated.’

You look behind the camera setup with questioning eyes.

‘Any of you boys know?’

They all shook their heads, mumbling something about ‘thinking it was one too’.

‘It’s two, gentlemen. I have two ovaries.’

You shot up the stimulator to four, just because you felt he needed a better reaction.

‘Oh my fuck! That hurts! Pain! Safe word!’

You grinned at the camera.

‘Now that, guys, gals and non binary pals, is quality entertainment.’

‘What the hell was that?!’

‘That, my dear loverboy, was level four.’

Tuwaine and Harrison burst out laughing, pointing their fingers at Tom while howling about him being a baby.

‘A four?! That has to be incorrect.’

He took the remote from your hands, looking at it closely, before placing it back down on the bed.

‘Oh well, better get this done quickly then.’

‘What is this?’

You show him a picture of a beauty blender, and he gives you those uneasy eyes again.

‘I think we both know what that is, darling.’

‘Excuse me Tom?’

‘You know, you use it sometimes when…’

‘Yes?’

‘When men don’t finish the job.’

Everybody in the room immediately started laughing, causing Tessa to race up the stairs to see what all the fuss was about.

‘Tom! This is a beauty blender. You have literally seen me use one of these.’

‘Well, I’ve seen you use the other thing too.’

You shoot Harry a look.

‘You better cut that out.’

He saluted at you.

‘On it ma’am.’

‘It's used to blend makeup on your face. And just because you embarrassed me we are going up two more again.’

‘Love, no, No! I’m sorry! Please, off!’

You gave the camera a smug look.

‘Now this is what we signed up for! Tom, sweetie, it will be over in a few seconds.’

He cocked an eyebrow at you.

‘What?!’

‘Contractions, honey. You are having a baby.’

As soon as you turned off the machine, Tom leaned forward and took a staggering breath.

‘That was only six?!’

You nodded.

‘I would like to thank my mum for having me, and my three brothers. You are a superstar.’

You winked at the camera.

‘You’re welcome Nikki.’

‘Can we just skip to ten? I can’t take this anymore.’

You looked around at the men in front of you.

‘What do you think, boys? Should we just shoot it up to ten?’

They all nodded and held their thumbs up.

‘Okay, Tom this is the last question. Are you having a boy or a girl?’

His eyes widened.

‘As in me right now or you?’

‘You, silly. It’s too early to tell for me. That should have been a question, goddamnit. Anyway, your answer, Mr. Holland?’

‘Um, a boy?’

‘Incorrect! Are you excited for this one everyone?’

You pressed the ten button, before Tom jumped back, squirming on his side of the bed.

‘Oh, god. Motherfucker this hurts like a bitch.’

You lifted up Tessa off the floor, ready to give Tom his baby.

‘Y/n, turn it off! Safe word, safe word!’

‘Okay, okay! I was just about to give you your child, Tom.’

You handed Tessa off to Tom before taking off the sticky strips on your fiancé’s stomach.

You hung your legs off the front of the bed before waving at the camera.

‘Thank you all for watching, like and subscribe and everything.’

You got up and walked out of the room, yelling out behind you-

‘Now, who’s going to make me dinner?’

Tom gave the camera a look.

‘You heard the boss. Goodnight and goodbye everyone.’

no really i am so worried you guys won’t like this because it’s fluffy and not sad. but once again, i will take any ideas, and i’ll be back forcing tears out of you soon. also, opinions on no way home?

[websterss]

HARRISON OSTERFIELD

ONESHOTS: ‣ My Lady in Graceful Armor. ✻

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[nowimyurdaisy]

Kiss Her

pairing: tom holland x reader

warning: like one swear word

summary: Tom and you are dating, and Harrison is determined to get the two of you to reveal it.

a/n: i love this! eeee! hope you like it too :) i miss posting my fics. have a few more in the working.

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You lived with the boys, being best friends with tom & haz an’ all. You and tom had always been best friends since school, glued to the hip, until about a few months ago when you two became something more.

Tom and you decided to keep it a secret from the world, your families and friends. Obviously no matter how well you two tried to hide it, the boys could tell something was up. Never bringing it up till today.

Harrison walked into the kitchen the smell of waffles waking him up.”Morning” he yawned, stretching his arms over his head.

“Hi sleepy head” you giggled, looking over at haz.

“Morning mate. Morning y/n/n.” tom said, walking in, and grinding at you. 

You hand haz a plate of waffles, then tom giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. While you thought harrison wasn’t looking, he was.

“Sooo how’d you sleep last night?” haz asks, pulling a chair out and sitting down.

You and tom look at each other quickly before replying, “good” in unison.

“Come on” haz groaned, “there is obviously something going on between the two of you” harrison let out a frustrated sigh.

"What? Haz your crazy," you make a confused face and shake your head.

"Nothing's going on between us," Tom says at the same time, frantically shaking his head.

"So if I kissed her right now you wouldn't care?" Harrison asks moving closer to you.

“Whatever, go for it! I don’t care.” Tom squeaks out, shrugging playing it ‘cool’.

“Um. What about me? I care!” you pipe in on the conversation.

“So…” haz starts but never finishes, as he cups your face and kisses you.

Annoyed at Tom, you decide to tease him, leaning in, draping your arms around Harrison's neck, deepening the kiss.

Tom's face turns bright red. Seeing you, his girlfriend, well secret girlfriend make out with his best friend.

“Alright, alright that’s enough!!” Tom snaps, pushing the two of you apart. You smirk, tom sends an angry look your way before speaking again, “Don’t your dare fucking think about touching or kissing MY girlfriend ever again!”

“So you admit your dating” haz grins proudly, hands on his hips.

“Yes we are.” Tom states, words infused with anger.

“That was kinda sexy” you whisper into his ear.

“I can hear you, you know” Haz makes a disgusted face.

“I know.” You smirk, placing your hand on his bicep, making him blush.

Just then Harry walks into the kitchen, waking up from all the commotion. Looking around he asks, “uh, what’d I miss?”

“Lets see,” you hum, “haz & i kissed, tom and i have been secretly dating for the past few months” you shrug.

“WHA-”

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

#4 surfer au!with haz xoxo gossip girl

-conniving bitch #2

fumy favorite au with one of my favorite prompts, the taste is immaculate 😘

This is officially the last prompt for the summer of love! I'm sorry it took me so long to wrap up but this event was so much fun! I loved doing it and I want to thank you guys so much for participating! You're all the best, love you xx

Not Going Anywhere

4 - Getting jealous at a bonfire

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Summary: Harrison gets a little jealous of your new friend

Warnings: Jealousy

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“Babe come on!” (y/n) rolled her eyes as Harrison continued to doddle at the shore.

“I’m coming,” he rolled his eyes while he towled his hair, “Are you sure we don’t have time for one more wave fishy?”

She nodded, “I’m tired, and I wanna go home and shower before the bonfire.”

“Hmm, alright,” he wrapped his arms around her with a smile, “Care if I join you in that?”

“That’s alright, but no messing around, I don’t want to shower to get cold again.”

“I’ll keep it strictly to bathing,” he promised.

“Good boy,” she poked his nose and slung her backpack over her shoulder, “Race you back to the car?”

“You’re on.”

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“There you are,” Tom beamed at Harrison and (y/n), “I was wondering when you two would get here.”

“Ah, just got a bit caught up at home,” Harrison explained as they embraced.

Tom nodded, “Well let me introduce you to Nate, he’s visiting from upstate. Nate these are Haz and (y/n).”

“Nice to meet you both,” the boy shook both of their hands with a smile.

“Yeah, you too mate,” Harrison smiled pleasantly, “You two surf too?”

Harrison nodded, “Yeah, Tom and I have been suffering together since we were kids, I’ve been teaching (y/n). You’d never know she was a beginner though, she’s such a natural she out does me half the time.”

She blushed while Nate smiled, “I’ll have to catch you two out there sometime.”

“Well Tom and I were gonna hit a few waves tonight if you wanted to come out,” Harrison offered.

(y/n) frowned, “You are?”

Harrison nodded, “Yeah, just a few quick party waves before it gets dark.”

“We were out all day, do you really need to go out again?”

“Oh relax, we won’t be long,” he assured, “Just go enjoy the bonfire, you won’t even notice I’m gone.”

“It’s already getting dark, that seems dangerous,” she pursed her lips.

“I’ve been on plenty of night surfs, I know what I’m doing,” he kissed her head.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Tom promised, “You can come out with us, I promise it’s just as easy at night.”

She shook her head, “No, I’d rather stay here.”

“Alright, we’ll be back in just a bit,” Harrison kissed her cheek before running off with Tom and a few other boys.

(y/n) sighed as she watched the boys run off down the beach, “Have fun,” she mumbled and rolled her eyes.

Nate chuckled, “I don’t get the night surfing, totally freaks me out.”

She nodded in agreement, “Me too, plus he’s out on the water all the time, I thought we’d be taking a night off today.”

“Does he ditch you most nights?”

“What? No, no, Haz is great,” she frowned, “I just thought we were gonna hang out and do the bonfire thing tonight.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to insinuate anything,” he apologized quickly.

“It’s no problem, I just didn’t want you to think he's a bad guy or something. He’s the best really, I couldn’t dream up a better guy.”

“Well good for you two,” he hummed, “You wanna grab a couple drinks while they’re out? I mean no reason we can’t enjoy the bonfire.”

“Sure, I think I’m gonna hit the snack table too, I’m starving.”

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Harrison never considered himself a jealous person, he thought he was pretty level headed and laid back. His friends would have mostly agreed, but everyone knew he had a jealous streak. Not to any absurd degree, but he was generally hesitant with new people around (y/n), at least until he was certain they’d be respectful of their relationship. He tried not to let his insecurities get the best of him or assume the worst, but sometimes he couldn’t help himself. Like when he spotted Tom’s new friend setting his hand on her back.

Harrison shoved his board into the sand and jogged back to the bonfire, still dripping wet when he reached her, “Hey babe,” he yanked her to him, pulling her close to him and away from Nate.

“Haz your soaked,” she giggled and pushed him away, “Couldn’t you towel off?”

“Sorry darling, I just got so excited to see you,” he winked.

She rolled her eyes while Nate chuckled, “How was the water man?”

“Good,” Harrison pursed his lips, “Great, thanks for keeping (y/n) company while I was out there.”

“Oh yeah, she’s great company,” he smiled back.

“I’m aware,” Harrison gripped the back of her shirt, “Trust me, no one knows more about what great company she is than me.”

She raised a brow curiously at him, “You good?”

He nodded, “Of course I am fishy.”

“Alright…” she frowned suspiciously, “Well I think Nate and I are gonna go out for a nice morning surf tomorrow.”

“I’ll come too.”

“But you have work tomorrow.”

“Work’s not important, spending time with you is important,” Harrison squeezed her against him, “Besides, you need my car to carry the boards.”

“Oh I can pick her up,” Nate offered, “It’s no trouble.”

“She doesn’t need a ride,” Harrison smiled but his eyes were set to a glare.

(y/n) smirked, having had her suspicions confirmed, “Haz you can’t call out of work to go surfing, you and I can just hit the beach when you get off.”

“They’ll make do without me,” he looked Nate up and down, “Plus you know, (y/n)’s still learning so she needs someone who can teach her.”

A smirk tugged at (y/n)’s lips while Nate laughed, “Don’t worry mate, I’ll keep an eye on her, I’m sure we can handle it.”

Harrison’s lips drew to a line and he snapped, “Well she’s not going.”

Nate raised a brow while she glared at him, “Harrison.”

“You’re not, you’re not going, we have stuff to do all day tomorrow so she can’t hang out,” he snapped, “We’re busy like all the time.”

Nate blushed, unsure of how to react or what to say. (y/n) just rolled her eyes and grabbed Harrison’s arm, “We’ll be back in a little bit.”

(y/n) dragged a huffing Harrison down the beach so they could talk privately.

“Can you believe him?” he huffed, “I mean seriously he was all over you!”

“He so was not,” she rolled her eyes, “He was hanging out with me while you were out with your friends, and he invited me out with him tomorrow morning. It was perfectly normal and friendly, and you’ve got nothing to be jealous about anyway.”

“Inviting you surfing isn’t friendly! Surfing is our thing, you can’t go surfing with him!” his cheeks flushed.

“What are you even talking about?” she furrowed her brows in confusion, “We go surfing with Tom all the time.”

“Well you don’t go out alone with him, you don’t go out alone with anyone but me,” he crossed his arms over his chest, “And I don’t want you going out there with someone else and they’re teaching you shit and you fall for them.”

“Harrison I am not gonna fall for anyone else,” she giggled, “I’m pretty obsessed with you you know?”

He scoffed, “You say that now but we fell for each other when I was teaching you to surf.”

“But that doesn’t mean I’ll fall for anyone else,” she sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, “How could I even consider anyone else when I’ve got you?”

He pursed his lips to fight the smile that threatened to spread across his lips, “Yeah, you’ve got me there, but I don’t like the idea either way.”

“You know not every new person I meet is going to be into me?”

“That’s not true, you’re incredibly easy to fall for,” he let himself crack a smile and sighed, “Look, it’s just that us going out there together is really special to me, and maybe I’m selfish, but I don’t want anyone else to have those kinds of moments with you.”

“They won’t,” she assured, cupping his face with a smile, “One day we’re gonna tell our kids how we fell in love out on the waves, and then we’re gonna teach them to surf together. There is absolutely no need for you to be jealous when we both know that’s our future together.”

“I suppose not,” he kissed her forehead and rested his head atop hers, “Just can’t help it sometimes, I mean I just can’t imagine anyone wouldn’t want to steal you away.”

“Well they can try all they want, but I’m not going anywhere.”

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[softholand]

resurface | harrison osterfield (teaser)

pairing: harrison osterfield x reader | exes to lovers au

summary: you’re invited to spend a few days at your best friend’s beach house, having to face your ex-boyfriend for the first time since the breakup

warnings: angst, jealousy, swearing, fluff

words: ?k

a/n: just a little sneak peek of my new fic, i’m posting this to force myself to finish it lmao oh, this isn’t edited yet so ignore my mistakes :’)

It was a few hours later when you guys finally arrived in Cornwall, where Alisha’s family beach house was situated, right by the ocean. Josh parked his car on the driveway, and as soon as you were out of the vehicle, Alisha engulfed you in a hug. “I’m so glad you came, y/n! I missed you!” The redhead said, putting a smile on your face.

“I missed you too, Lis!” You exhaled, hugging your friend back. Once she let you go, you greeted her fiancé, while Alisha did the same with your boyfriend, being followed by her lover. Once the greetings were out of the way, the boys took care of the baggage while Alisha practically escorted you inside, and since you were the last ones to get there, the rest of the group was already there, chatting away in the living room.

“Look who’s finally here!” Alisha squealed as soon as you entered the living room area, getting everyone’s attention— including Harrison’s. As soon as your eyes found his blue ones, it was like time stopped, the memories from that night coming back to your mind.

You shook your head to get rid of said memories, before waving and greeting the rest of your friends. But of course, Harrison was still there when you finished, so unfortunately you had to acknowledge him. “Hi Harrison!” You said, the feeling of saying his name again weird on your tongue. “Hey! It’s good to see you, y/n!” Harrison’s voice sounded exactly the same and you realized the way he said your name still had the same effect on you. Butterflies.

The house fell into silence, the only sound cutting through the tension was that of Josh and Alisha’s fiancé entering the house with the bags from the car. Your best friend's fiancé joined her side, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving Josh in the middle of you and Harrison.

Since you were still frozen in place, your boyfriend cleared his throat, before extending his hand to the blonde. “Oh, yes! Josh, this is Harrison! Harrison, this is Josh, my boyfriend.” You said, seeing Harrison’s face drop when you said the last word.

You had no idea if he knew you had a boyfriend, but judging by his expression, you doubt he did. However, Josh knew who Harrison was, since you had told him about the boy who had broken your heart that same night you met. “Hey man, how’s it going?” Greeted Josh, shaking hands with the blonde. “Oh, great, yeah! Thanks for asking!” Harrison faked a smile.

After a couple more seconds of awkward silence, you gave Alisha a look and that was enough for her to understand you. “Well, now that everyone is here we can start dinner. Babe, you can show Josh and y/n’s their room while the rest of us can go outside and start the grill. What do you say?” The redhead let it out with a smile, receiving a nod from her future husband.

While the group dispersed, you gave your friend a grateful look, to which she nodded, before rushing everyone to the patio outside, where the pool and all the grilling supplies were. When you got to your room, your best friend’s lover left you to settle down, while he joined his fiancée outside.

that’s it for now !! 🙈 i’m planning on finishing and posting friday (23nd) but let me know if you wanna be tagged, that way you won’t miss it when i post it !! :D ok— ily all, be safe ✌️

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together | ho x fem!reader

@allegra-soleil​ asked: Chérie, ma belle, that last blurb BROKE ME. Can I have something similar but with Haz? Cuz we both know he is more hot tempered, and would probably make things worse before making them better, yelling and crying later when he realizes he really fucked up💔 Maybe he was the jealous one? Feeling left out by your sudden friendship with Tom? Mercy, baba. Je t'adore💖💖💖

Warnings: MAJOR ANGST including language/swearing, harsh arguments, screaming, cries, insecurities, anxiety, lots of emotions tbh BUT FLUFF at the end because we want happy endings in this house, dammit!

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: ALLIE. MY GORGEOUS ALLIE 💞 your request turned into an oneshot because, well, inspiration i guess? 😂🙄🙊 so this one is for you bae, an angsty as hell but with that fluffy ending we all want 🥰🥰🥰 love you girl and as always, stay safe sweetheart 💖💗

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Despite whatever people say, no human on Earth could escape the reality of how feelings work. No human was perfect, that was for sure. Not even Harrison. And now, the boy was massively experiencing jealousy at its best. Or maybe at its worse.

Which actually lead to now, when you tried to catch up your blond boyfriend as he stomped towards his bedroom, at Tom’s house.

“What was that just now?” you yelped as you were now both in the bedroom, Harrison facing away from you and not a single word addressed since what happened just before.

“What?” Harrison said with a harsh tone.

“The way you just addressed both Tom and I a minute ago, acting like a complete douchebag. Care to explain?” you asked again, slight irritation now audible in your voice.

“Oh sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your private time with Tom!” scoffed Harrison while turning towards you, and your eyes widened at what you were looking at.

The face of your boyfriend displayed a look of mixed emotions you never knew was possible; anger, disgust, sarcasm and pure jealousy. His whole body screamed tension but the worst part must have been his voice, each word accentuated by the fakest playful tone of all time.

And that vision was almost scaring you.

“What are you saying, Haz?” you demanded with clear and proper authority, the need to know what was going on in your boyfriend’s mind being your main goal at the moment.

“What am I saying, you’re asking!?” Harrison sneered at you, “I’m just noticing that my own girlfriend looks like she’s having the blast of her life with my freaking best friend ever since we started the quarantine, is what I’m saying!”

Harrison’s voice got louder as the sentence kept going, each word heavy enough to weight more and more upon yourself.

“Are you joking right now?”

Now you were expecting anything, but that.

“I’m just by myself mostly all the fucking time like I don’t even exist in this house! But don’t mind me, really, it’s not like I’m your damn boyfriend in the story! So don’t waste your precious time with somebody like me and just go back to your dear Tommy to laugh and be lovey-dovey like two stupid kids!!”

“Are you out of your mind or what?!” you retorted before Harrison had the chance to continue, your ears still not believing what you just heard.

“If you wanted to go out with Tom Holland himself, you should have said no to me in the first place, instead of using me all this time to get closer to him-”

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Harrison?!” you shot, you voice getting as loud as Harrison’s one.

The back and forth argument kept getting worse, you two now becoming entire messes as both your faces were reddening at the same time your words got louder.

The scene definitely drew the attention of the other residents of the house, the first one being Tuwaine as the man was passing by and just stopped at the doorframe, not believing what was actually happening. Soon Harry followed, the screams loud enough to wake up the deaths or the neighbours next door, or even the entire neighbourhood.

“Oi guys, what’s up in there?”

And obviously, the next and last person to arrive was Tom.

“Why the fuck are you all screami-”

Just then, you simply exploded like a grenade that waited and took too much already on yourself. Your voice was screaming of anger now, but also distress and sadness, the rage definitely showing now from head to toes that you shocked all four boys, Harrison included.

“FUCK YOU HARRISON! JUST- FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING DAMN ATTITUDE!” you raged and kept going in one breath, “I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I DID TO DESERVE BEING TREATED LIKE A- LIKE A TOTAL SLUT BUT IF Y-YOU CAN’T TRUST ME ENOUGH OR EVEN BELIEVE IN THE LOVE I FEEL TOWARDS YOU, I-I JUST- AT LEAST FREAKING TALK TO ME BEFORE ACTING LIKE A FUCKING TOSSER Y-YOU DAMN BASTARD!!!”

That was it. You lost it, all your usual nice and sweet composure just vanished in a snap. But you felt hurt, badly hurt like you never once thought you would be that your feelings just washed over you that you had to scream as loud as possible.

You never had that kind of harsh arguments with Harrison, even knowing the boy was sometimes short tempered but right now, everything he said to you still resonated in your head. Every words. All of them. Even the degrading ones. Each of them were said with pure and bad jealousy, something you couldn’t imagine coming from Harrison.

In the end, even him was capable of hurting people.

Your face was now a red mess, your entire body tensed but at the same time shaking, and your eyes full or tears that soon started rolling down your cheeks when you finished screaming to his face.

Then a cold, tensed and awkward silence settled in the room. No one dared to say a word. And after a loud sob escaped your lips, you ran outside the room, not even glancing once more at the blond guy in front of you, nor at the other boys as you made your way past them. Your cries echoed in the hallway as you then barged inside the “office” room, slamming the door behind you with such violence it made everyone jump, locking it right after. Finally alone in your own despair, you slid your back down the door and sat against it, the back of your head slightly bumping onto the wooden door as you now let out your sobs openly.

“The actual fuck was that just now?!” Harry finally dared to speak, snapping out after what he just saw and heard. “Did you literally accused (Y/N) of cheating on you?!”

“Were you out of your mind to be rude to her like that?!” Tuwaine added, dumbfounded by all the argument.

Harrison was not moving, not a single inch. He was like petrified on the spot, now standing alone in his bedroom as his friends were still staying outside of it. But compared to a few minutes ago, his face now lost all colour, being as pale as if he saw a ghost.

He was completely shocked at himself.

“Mate” Tom addressed his friend, the tone of his voice calm even after being badmouthed by his own best friend, the one who just stood there like a lonely and wandering soul.

Not really expecting an answer from Harrison, Tom slowly walked inside the room, to then stand in front of his blond friend.

“That’s totally normal to get jealous, you know?” Tom began in his most understanding and serious voice, “But jeez, (Y/N) is like a sister to me! Never would I see her more than that!”

Tom’s words were making their way though Harrison’s brain, but the lack of reaction from him was getting really worrying.

“But mostly, I’d NEVER betray my best friend! Never, you hear me Harrison?” Tom insisted firmly. “And just now, you completely misunderstood everything and hurt (Y/N). And yourself.”

And at that moment, Harrison felt like the entire universe fell on top of his head. For good. He finally realised he badly fucked up.

* * * *

It’s been four days since the argument. The four longest and tougher days of Harrison’s life.

Since then, you’ve closed yourself into the office room, not wanting to be near or see your boyfriend after everything he said to you. You ate there, slept there and cried there. You just locked yourself in, as if wishing for everyone to forget you were even there. But that was impossible for Harrison.

When Tom somehow brought back his friend to himself, after being completely out of his mind like he never did, Harrison panicked and just wanted to rush back to you. Tom, Harry and (mostly) Tuwaine could hold him back, even when he started screaming your name for you to forgive him, pure agony in both his voice and written on his face.

After, Harrison was like an undead. His usual shining blue eyes were no more, but replaced by empty one, completely dull and lost into nothingness. His body was even too heavy for him to stand properly, as if everything he told you came back to him to just put the blame on him and only him, the guilt heavier like an entire building. He even lost his appetite and his sleep, not finding any purpose to any matter while being away from you after what he did. What he made you endure.

You didn’t want to see him anymore, and just kept ignoring him while he stood on the other side of the door for hours, pleading for you to open and talk about it together. Nothing. You never replied. If you ever needed something, you would simply ask to Tom, Harry or Tuwaine by text. But never Harrison. Never. And Tom would have to drag his friend away from the door as he would just start crying, desperately trying to open it or even bang his forehead on it on total despair.

That situation weighted on everybody else, too. The once joyful house became a pure living hell of agony, the air thick with tension all around. Being under lockdown for so long was already a pain in general, so nobody needed that kind of additional stress to make it worse.

It had to stop, but not any which way.

On the sixth day, Tom was cooking some lunch while Harry and Tuwaine were in the backyard, enjoying the beautiful weather that London was offering them. And Harrison was at the exact same spot he occupied since the incident, slumped onto the couch, head thrown on the back to fix the ceiling for hours.

“Hey, Harrison.”

The blond lightly glanced at Tom, his body not moving, as the brunette stood next to the couch with a tray in his hands.

“Do you want to bring this to (Y/N)?” asked Tom to his friend.

Harrison’s head slowly turned towards him at the sound of your name.

“She doesn’t want to see me anymore” whispered Harrison almost inaudibly, his eyes red and puffy after so many sleepless nights spent with cries.

“If you just force yourself into her like you did the past days, like a mad man, for sure she’ll just keep ignoring you...” sighed Tom, trying not to sound so done with his friend during that tough path he was going through. “Man up, be yourself and go.”

Still hesitant, Harrison looked between Tom and the tray in his hands a few times, before slowly sitting down properly on the couch. Tom nodded at him to encourage him a bit and after what seemed like the biggest effort of his life, Harrison finally stood on his own two feet, now facing Tom.    

“Come on and make up properly, idiot” ironically chuckled Tom, hoping to lighten the mood a little.

He held once again the tray out for Harrison to take, insisting. Gulping, the blond boy lifted his arms to soon grab the tray, hands still slightly trembling. Tom waited for his friend to calm down, knowing perfectly his mind was just a complete mess at the moment as so many scenarios of what was about to happen kept playing on and on, each of them at the same time.

Once he emptied his mind from the negativity invading him, Harrison took a deep breath in before holding the tray properly by himself. Tom gently patted his shoulder, another supporting move of his and moved aside to let his friend walk past him.

His steps were as light as a feather, not wanting to make too much noise on his way to the office room. Harrison’s heart was beating like crazy, each beat almost wanting to break through his ribs, the pain almost unbearable.

But there was no coming back. Not anymore. Harrison was so scared to mess everything up again, like he did when he started an argument that was not even supposed to exist. But he brought it up, like the dumbass he was sometimes. And now, he had to made up for all the abominations he said to you. So yes, Harrison was scared and even worse... he was scared to loose you.

Without realising it, the blond boy was now standing in front of the wooden door. That door that could be the epitome of your heart right now, completely closed and unknown to him, acting like a barrier to protect you from more sadness you may not be able to handle anymore. But Harrison had to make the first step to you because he was the one who caused all this.

He had to fix his mistakes, once for all and good.

“... (Y/N)?” the boy called in what sounded more like a whisper.

He clicked his tongue, sure you didn’t even hear him. After glancing at the living room and noticing Tom had left to join the boys outside, Harrison cleared his voice and tried again.

“(Y/N)... It’s... it’s me.”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, you were curled up onto the couch that became your bed for almost a week. Your lack of sleep was beyond your own understanding, as not even a single one of your college projects managed to keep you awake at night. Your body has been aching and heavy, the simple fact of rolling over being painful to you. And the painkillers did nothing to your constant headaches that kept coming and going whenever they wanted. You were sad, hurt and now tired.

But out of nowhere, you caught a faint voice coming from the door. At first you were not really sure as your mind was rambling all over the place, but then you heard it again, and a bit clearer. That familiar voice you knew too well, that particular one you were trying to avoid at all cost since the argument.

Harrison.

Hearing it now awakened all your senses again, against your own will but you preferred to stay quiet, bringing your knees closer to your chest and hoping he would just go away.

“Please, (Y/N)... I-I’ve brought your lunch...”

You gulped, hiding your face into your knees. His once energetic voice was no more, sounding now more morose and... hurt. And somehow, it still saddened you a bit. The silence invaded the place again. Now you felt torn between two rather difficult choices: still ignoring him because the hurtful words he screamed at you that day were the cause of your sleepless nights, or... maybe confront him and see how it goes. Maybe.

“Fuck, what did I expect really... Of course you’re still angry at me, and you have all the rights to be” Harrison murmured along with a sigh.

Lowering his head, Harrison’s eyes fell on the lunch tray Tom kindly prepared to you and mindlessly inspected it. The smell was mouthwatering and the steak sure looked delicious, but Harrison couldn’t help but note you always liked your meat less cooked and with a lot of oregano. And regarding the sides, the boy was pretty sure you would leave the cucumber slices of the salad, as you liked more carrots instead.

All these little things, even the most insignificant ones, were part of your being. And Harrison learnt to know all of them by heart, and to cherish them. And so did you, ever since you started dating. The specific tea he loved to drink depending on how he was feeling, the vegetables he couldn’t look at - even after you desperately tried to cook them in many different ways -, what to do when he was feeling tired and grumpy, the movie he could binge-watch all the time, and so on...

Harrison loved you as much as you loved him.

And he had to fucked this up like a bastard to finally realise he just imagined the stupidest things ever, and hurt you in the end.

“... I’m the fuckin’ worst.”

As any chance of this door opening vanished into thin air, Harrison loudly sighed, badly depressed but still trying his best to contain his tears a bit more, and put the lunch tray down at the door to then walked away.

But after only taking two steps, two click sounds suddenly reached his ears which made him stop on his track, turning quite fast towards the door to see it... slightly opening. And that was when Harrison caught sight of you and his body froze, eyes wide open.

Through the half-open door, you were there, your entire frame partially visible but still. He was finally able to see you and notice how fragile you looked. Facial features slimmed down, dark circles and red eyes. You were a mess, just like Harrison was during the past few days. After what seems like hours of total silence, both your eyes finally met, hesitant at first but then, you slowly opened the bedroom door a bit more. The heart of Harrison started beating all over again, his lungs working fully as if he learnt once more how to breath.

“... Harrison.”

Oh, your voice. Hearing it after so long brought shivers down his spine.

“(Y-Y/N)... I-”

But words got suddenly mixed up in his mind as Harrison wanted to tell you so many things at the same time. How much he was sorry, how much of an idiot he was, how much he regretted, how much... he missed you. So much. But then, he remembered Tom’s advices.

“If you just force yourself into her... like a mad man... she’ll just keep ignoring you...”

Harrison had to think calmly, but most importantly wisely. So he decided to stay quiet waiting for you to speak first, if you ever did.

You’ve never seen Harrison this tense like he actually was. Never this... all over the place. Hair sticking in every directions, his stubble more visible than ever and baggy clothes. Well, you were pretty much the same anyway. But what saddened you more was the look in his eyes. His ocean eyes you loved getting lost into turned into two empty orbs, dull, deprived of any joy but tears, now.

“... We need to talk” you muttered in a low tone, your hand grabbing the door harder to get you some extra support, you hoped.

As you slowly lowered your body to take the tray off the floor, Harrison got quicker and grabbed it before you. This brought you two face to face, crouching with only the space of the tray between you, eyes locking for some seconds. No word spoken but only looks, and that was a lot.

You averted your eyes at the same time before getting up again, a bit awkwardly. Harrison followed you inside the office room while you closed the door right after him. Not paying too much attention at the mess around, he went to place the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch and stood there, not knowing what to do or if he could talk. Silently, you advanced to then sit on the said couch, pushing away the blankets and pillows you used to sleep on the side. You patted a few time the space next to you while looking at Harrison or, at least, trying to draw his attention as the boy was looking anywhere but at you, fidgeting with his fingers like a child who just did something stupid.

Well, maybe that was the case, actually.

Finally, Harrison heard the muffled sound of your hand against the couch and, after looking at you like he wanted your approval, slowly but surely walked and sat next to you. He brushed his thighs a few times, feeling his muscles stiff but still trembling. His heartbeat kept pounding on inside his chest, one foot slightly tapping in rhythm on the carpet. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to remain calm. But Harrison knew he had to speak first. After all, everything was his own fault.

“(Y/N), listen I’m-”

“I’m sorry...”

Harrison stopped and looked at you, mouth still open as he was not sure if he heard right. Now frowning, he noticed your head dropped as you were desperately fixing your knees, the grips of your hands on your sweatpants making your knuckles slightly turn white.

“I’m sorry, Harrison” you repeated once again, your voice trembling and just above a whisper. “I-I shouldn’t have insulting you l-like I did. You deserved it b-but I said such horrible things to you, instead of talking about it with you... I-I’m an idiot, I should have-”

“W-Wait (Y/N), what are you saying? I’m the one who has to apologise to you, not the other way around!” retorted Harrison, quite shocked and confused by your words.

“But I just got things worse, Harrison! A-And in the end, we were just screaming at each other a-and I-I-”

Your body started shaking again, your throat tightening as more words wanted to go out, soon followed by sobs. Your breathing became halting and tears were forming at the outside corners of your eyes, you couldn’t stop any of this as guilt kept growing inside of you during these days.

Harrison couldn’t handle seeing you like this anymore, nor hearing accusing yourself for what happened to you both. That was impossible, and it had to make it stop. He had to make you understand that any of this was not your fault. He had to comfort you as much as you needed to be.

So the boy slid from the couch, both knees on the carpet as he was now facing you. He pressed his torso against your knees, trying to be as close as possible to you, and put his hands on your thighs. The touch brought you out of your inner upheaval and your teary eyes met again.

“Listen, (Y/N)” began Harrison, gulping, “I’m the one who started all this mess whereas nothing of this would have happened, okay? I-I’m the stupid one here, the selfish one, the... jealous one who imagined horrible things because I got... I got insecure and lonely. I shut myself away enough to awaken the worst side in me. And like a complete asshole I accused you of... of cheating on me. You, the person I love the most and that loves me so much in return. The person I trust with all my heart. I just- I fucked up so bad a-and-”

Harrison didn’t notice the tears already rolling down his cheeks until now.

“I-I’m just the worst boyfriend- no, the worst human being ever-”

But then, your trembling but soft hands gently raised to wipe his wet cheeks with your thumbs making him stop spouting any more gibberish about himself. And it was like your touch instantly appeased him, like the best medicine that could exist and just closed his eyes, his breathing slowly calming down.

By instinct, his bigger hands raised to gently rest on top of yours and just leaned his face on your palms, appreciating the skin contact he missed since then. God did he miss your touch.

You both sniffled, forehead resting against each other as you leaned more towards the blond boy. The tears kept going for some time actually, neither of you really knowing for how long. But that was needed.

After some time spent in a rather calm silence, you parted from each other and you gently brushed your boyfriend’s wet cheeks with your thumbs again, a comforting smile now on your face.

“I think... we both messed up” you gently whispered.

A light smile appeared on Harrison’s face, the left corner slightly raising more like it always did when he was getting shy or embarrassed... or comforted.

“We did” replied the blond, a soft chuckle barely audible, “... well, mostly me.”

“Never hesitate to talk to me, alright Harrison?” you stated quite seriously but still with that kind tone of yours your boyfriend loved so much. “Even for stupid matters, I don’t care, just let’s talk about it. Promise?”

“I promise, love.”

You shared another smile, rosy cheeks and eyes still shining with the last few tears. But now, the atmosphere felt way lighter as any ounce of negativity washed away around you both. You kept the eye contact and your hands connected, a way to slowly treat that deep link between you both.

Then you gently brought Harrison’s face closer to you and left a light kiss on his forehead, the kiss lasting for a few seconds but Harrison made the most of it, his eyes closing again which let the last tears roll on his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, love” Harrison whispered like he was in trance.

“I know, dear. I know. But we will go through it. Together.”

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[angeli-marco-writes]

Harry Holland - Polaroids

A/N & WC - I do not know Harry or the other people mentioned in this fic, nor do I claim to; this is a work of fiction. 3.9k.

Warnings - Swearing, mention of food, smut: depictions of oral (m+f rec), penetrative sex, use of toys, bondage & bdsm, photos being taken in the act, mild exhibitionism and definite voyeurism (not Harry or reader) 18+.

Summary - You and Harry have an exciting intimate life to say the least, and he rather enjoys taking photos of the two of you in compromising positions. However, in his sex-addled mind, one vital fact is let slip when he allows Sam into his room unsupervised.

“BUD, WHERE ARE THOSE PHOTOS you took of my food the other day?” Sam asks.

The sizzling of pancakes overlaps the conversation, and you mussing up Harry’s hair distracts him, his attention drawn to more important matters than his brother. Harry barely swallows his giant mouthful of food before speaking.

“By my bed there’s a huge pile, they’ll be somewhere,” he answers flippantly.

Flippantly.

Usually so cautious and so organised Harry lets one thing slip his mind for five seconds, and his life is going to fall through the cracks. His reputation will be utterly destroyed. Just with his brother, but it still stands. Sam is… more innocent than Harry has ever been. And Sam will also tell the others, and likely their friends…

“Remembered something, baby?” you muse sardonically from beside him, your hand halting its movements as you cup his jaw, turning him to face you.

The second his green eyes meet yours, you watch the world crumble in his eyes. You’ve never seen him scramble up from his seat so quickly. His bare feet slap on the tiled floor violently, thudding sounds echoing through the house as he blunders around, swinging around the banister with the force and elegance of an elephant.

“Sam! FUCK— Wait!”

“Don’t look in that pile of photos,” you add in a feeble shout.

It’s not like what Sam’ll find there is any secret. You’ve been together a long time, you and Harry, and everyone knows full well that you’re shagging, but that doesn’t mean you necessarily want them to know exactly what happens in the bedroom, in your most intimate, secret moments together. That’s sacred, even if it seems like sacrilege to so many.

No matter how quickly you hear Harry legging it upstairs, his lean legs carrying him up the stairs perhaps three at a time, his curly hair even more unruly than before from the exertion, you know he won’t be fast enough, and that Sam is an insolent bastard when he wants to be. You’ve lived with them all long enough and have had more than your fair share of near misses: no chance will you not be found out, this time you’ll be caught. Better than the alternative and the other times, you suppose, as you cram one more syrup-drizzled and strawberry-covered pancake into your gob, reluctantly trudging your way upstairs to the hive of fun.

It’s chaos by the time you get there. Dozens of artfully-taken photos spilled out onto your duvet, Harry’s freckled face paler than you’ve ever seen it, his hands tugging at his pyjama shirt convulsively while Sam stands on the other side of the room, his dark eyes wide, his expression agog, his jaw unhinged, staring blankly and pointing at whatever the most incriminating thing is he sees next. You just hope he doesn’t go ferreting through your drawers, because then you’ll really be in trouble.

“What… the fuck.”

You come up to Harry’s side, and wrap an arm around his slim waist, lending a weak, “Surprise?”

It’s their fault if they haven’t guessed, frankly.

You can’t draw your eyes away from the pictures, so many of them, all displaying different aspects of your sex life at varying degrees of explicitness. You can even recount the minutes and hours of pleasure that led to the photos, each occasion etched into your mind. Sure, you and Harry go at it a lot, but you don’t always go the extra mile, hence why these commemorative photos of your special nights are so treasured. And private. Or, were.

The first one… oh boy, that takes you back to the most far-out, extreme experiment you tried—the most recent, as well: just this past weekend. You’re still covered in rope burn from it, though that could’ve been prevented if you hadn’t writhed or wriggled about so much while in those bonds. The amount of attempts it took, the sheer number of YouTube tutorials you had to watch, but it was definitely worth it. The intricate patterns the ropes formed all across your body, creating braids down your back, suspending you prone with little movement in your arms or legs. It was heaven to have Harry tugging on the ropes, contorting you into new and wonderful positions for his own delightful access to all of you. Perhaps it’s not something you’ll gravitate towards again, but it was fun while it lasted, and it’s another thing to tick off your list of fun, kinky bedroom experiments to try. To be fair, even though the swathes of soft, rose-coloured rope, intricately woven around you were a lot, you certainly wouldn’t be averse to trying something else with rope. Less shibari, perhaps just normal levels of bondage. You can feel the skin on your arms prickling with heat: Harry feels it too, winding his fingers into yours, holding on tight as he struggles to suppress a smirk.

The next set is interesting, and rather common. Harry’s freckled, ring-less hand is unmistakable in the dappled light as it grapples with the handle of a leather whip, or a paddle, even his belt, bringing them down harshly onto your ass cheeks, already reddened with hand prints, purple from bruises. In one of them, your skin is even glistening with his release, and another, your hands are suspended behind your back. Harry’s always been one for spanking, and the rest of them know it. Even before you were sleeping together he’d playfully smacked your bum, and he certainly hasn’t stopped even with the sexual connotations it now conveys between the two of you. As though he can read your mind, he snakes a hand down and pats you on the bum; his wink telling you it’s just for good measure. Cheeky shit.

One in the dead centre brings shivers throughout your body. Not because it wasn’t fun or pleasurable, but because of the way it made you feel afterwards. Yes, you’d talked through it in thorough details—as with everything the two of you do—how it made you feel going in, throughout, and you’d got a safe word sorted, but perhaps you hadn’t discussed all the long term risks of it. The pretty pink collar, the satin blindfold… The whole subservient thing is a big turn on for Harry, and you played into it, you always do and you naturally fall into a position of less power in your relationship because of the way you are, but being degraded in such a way isn’t for you. You can’t help but feel a sting of shame ricochet through your heart. Harry must feel it this considering how reactive he is: he leaps towards the bed and snatches it up, shredding it before your eyes, chucking it into the bin, and curling another protective arm around you.

“Look,” you whisper to Harry, turning his attention elsewhere as you point to the bottom few: your favourite photos of all.

Despite the disarray, they’re all together, and they remind you of an incredible night. Your anniversary, and what a special day it was. Butterflies swarm you at the sight of them again, but it feels strange for someone else to be looking at them. Not that you or Harry are exactly in a fit state to be proactive about preventative measures now Sam’s seen them all. His eyes bulge from his face, his mouth going dry as he swallows viciously, suddenly having to shift his already apparently tight shorts. Again.

“You’re so sexy in those, baby,” purrs Harry.

He’s damn right, you do look incredibly sexy. And though the first one in the chronological series is you mostly covered, you can remember how hard his dick was at the sight alone, salivating, clenching his fists to stop from ripping the lingerie from you piece by piece. You wanted to put on a show for him that day: who was he to deny you?

On top of your bra, panties and stockings was a nightgown, and above that, a dressing gown. Each image shows you in a further state of undress. It was a deep burgundy lace set of negligée with soft satin straps that pushed your boobs together, lifting them up, the lace hooked together with a single eyelet on your spine, whereas the panties, though half covering your cheeks with dustings of lace, hid nothing while they sat high on your hips, revealing your entire upper thigh where a matching satin garter sat with tiny lace bows. The entire thing cost a fortune. You forked out a damn arm and a leg for what you got, even with a discount included with a certain toy you bought.

First went the dressing gown, letting it fall from your shoulders, allowing it to pool around your feet as you showed off the skimpiness of the silk slip in a series of flourishing twirls, much to Harry’s delight. Next went the slip, and you honestly wish you’d taken a picture of his face utterly agog—as you stood there in stockings held up by garters, barely there panties and a push up bra. There’s one shot of his rough fingertips playing with the trim of the stockings delightedly, like a kid in a candy shop. Next went the feeble scrap of fabric that you dared to call a bra, barely covering your nipples, allowing your breasts free, spilling into Harry’s awaiting hand. You remember the next part vividly, because he was just about to peel the panties off when you laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, babe.” you cooed.

His twinkling eyes grew as wide as saucers, and you dared to card your fingers through his curls as you settled yourself over his lap, letting him keep his camera in one hand while leading the other down, down, a little further…

He’s never since made a sound quite like it, so visceral and animalistic, so ready to devour you, to come on sight. He’s never been as hard as he was in that instance.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he moaned, a deep groan released from him the second his fingers slipped through your folds to find dripping arousal all ready for him. “Just—wait a minute…”

You followed his every instruction for the next few moments, finding yourself standing up in a good lighting position, Harry strategically beneath you as he snapped a particularly incriminating (yet oh so sexy shot) of your bare pussy in crotchless panties. Harry’s never recovered. He’s already openly admitted that he uses those particular photos more than any others to get himself off whenever you’re away from him. However, the creases and folded corners of one particular photo can’t be blamed on him, since that’s the one you use when you're away, two of his fingers plunged knuckle-deep inside you in those exact panties, from that exact angle, desperately trying to replicate the irreplaceably pleasurable feeling of him within you. He took a good few more than had to be thrown away. Spillages are awfully unfortunate… He fucked you that night with the panties, stockings and garters still on. Twice. Then without the panties, then without the stockings, then nude at last at some ungodly hour of the morning when he took you at last as the sun rose. You didn’t sleep a wink.

There are more of you with lingerie on, nightgowns and matching sets, scraps of silk and strange one pieces that took you hours to get on, but they’re bound to make a sort of book, stowed away neatly (mercifully) beneath his bed.

Sam still hasn’t moved from his state of paralysed shock, and though you should probably clear the photos up from where they’re dumped, you feel a filthy swelling pride within your chest, a glean of risk as you watch Sam rove his eyes over some more, these all involving toys. If only he knew where you hid them. One his eyes focus on is you with a thick purple rubber dildo deep inside you, a rabbit vibrator stuck to your clit. Your body is but a blur, writhing around for Harry, your hands cuffed before you and not released no matter how much you moved. Harry wouldn’t let you stop coming for what felt like hours: it was the first time you squirted for him as a cry tore from your heaving chest, drenching the bed with your fifth orgasm of the night. Harry vowed he’d be the only one to make you squirt after that, no toys involved, and he’s stayed true to his word.

There’s a few more, and Sam seems to be furrowing his thick brows at the sight of the Polaroids. Glass wands, spreader bars, clit suctions (that admittedly look like they’d be used in a spa for a facial). Poor boy is being corrupted...

Good God, you need to get those toys out again.

With his twin's attention diverted, you snake your hand down the front of Baz’s shorts, wrapping your fingers around his already hard member through his boxers: he seems to be enjoying this as much as you are.

You point out one of your favourite pictures, a debauched mess that shouldn’t be viewed by anyone else, frankly. Harry was reluctant about hurting you or pushing you too far, but you begged to be gagged. You meant just by a tie, maybe his bandana—which features in many images in many different manners: as a bind for your hands, tying you to the bed, keeping your ankles together, even wrapped lightly around your neck, but never as a gag—but he went all out. When you got home, he was waiting in his room with a leather-bound ball gag.

“You begged, baby,” he said, and you couldn’t refute. You had begged, but this was above and beyond. You complied with his every wish that night, and though you’d do it again in a heartbeat, Harry wasn’t a fan of not being able to shove his fingers or cock down your throat at any given moment. He liked hearing your whines and moans and hushed curses, prayers of his name. He also liked hearing your bratty, belligerent rebuttals when he took on a dominant role. You enjoyed it more than a little, but only now can you see how much of a mess you were, messy hair and tears spouting from your eyes, drool down your chin...

Given the chance of the slightest spark of stimulation, you’ll be coming on the spot.

There’s a scattered pile of the two of you in just about every position under the sun, every shape in the karma sutra, fucking both inside and out, al fresco sex beneath the big oak in the garden, anyhow, anywhere and everywhere you could fuck safely and privately, you would, and you didn’t even realise Harry had snapped some of these shots after consenting to him taking them at any time. Your eyes squeezed shut as you peaked, Baz’s palm kneading your chest, your skirt hiked up around your stomach while your jaw was agape, your pussy exposed and glistening slick in the mirror, penetrated by Harry’s cock. That was a good day, mirror sex, and definitely something you’ll try again. This time with your own mirror... There are a few snapshots of oral, perfect Polaroids of Harry’s nose nuzzled into your pussy, his tongue deep in your core, his lips on your labia, all of them for your sake whenever he goes away.

“Gonna recreate that one tonight,” Harry husks, pointing towards one image in particular of you sucking him off.

His huge member down your throat, you’d trained yourself to breathe solely through your nose, but the neatly trimmed patch of hair there tickled your nostrils. Harry’s talent for photography reveals your doe eyes were red rimmed, saliva trickling from the corner of your mouth matching the mascara tracks down your cheeks. You’ve never looked so fucked out, and Harry couldn’t believe you remained in that innocent façade, rosy cheeks and a coy expression even with his dick rammed down your throat, making you gag.

However, the one you’d like to recreate is one he picks up on, surreptitiously moving a hand to your chest, his fingers hovering over your peaked nipple.

“Reckon we can go again the second Sam fucks off?”

“Yes,” he eagerly exhales.

You don’t blame him, especially not when both twins are staring at the same image of your tits, pushed together with Harry’s dick between them, fucking your chest despite the fact his come already painted your chest in hot white strips, a beautiful painting you’d always wish to frame. He certainly has an obsession with your boobs so there are a couple like that, his hands all over them, the tip of his member tapping them, but the debauched one is by far your favourite. Similarly, there’s one of you tied to the bed, completely spread eagle, his dick resting on your stomach while your belly is coated in his come once again.

It seems, however, that’s what snagged Sam’s attention and has his face a ghastly shade of grey because it's so pale, is the one photo Harry never wanted anyone to see. You leap and snatch it up in one fell swoop, and Harry draws you into a bear hug within his arms, kissing your temple affectionately in thanks as you stow it away for safekeeping. Though Harry naturally carries the more dominant title in your relationship, you always like to shake things up, hence why this photo (and a series of others he already has hidden) depict Harry as your submissive. You walked around as the picture perfect dominatrix in stilettos, carrying a whip while Harry lay there with his hands bound, a blindfold on in some photos (you took them so they’re not as great, but he still looks damn sexy) with a vibrating cock ring wrapped snugly around his girth. He’s never come so hard or so much after you finally removed it and cuffed his hands to the bedpost and began to ride him. You can still feel the warmth of him climaxing within you if you close your eyes and clench your thighs.

“I promise I’ll touch you later,” boy do you hope he sticks to that promise he whispers while nibbling on your earlobe, “but Sam’s coming out of his daze in 3... 2... 1...”

“OH MY GOD.”

“Okay, I didn’t see that coming,” he remarks breathily, hazel eyes wide as he pivots, met with two incredulous stares. Tom’s cry wakes Sam up right on cue.

“Harry! What the fuck?!” Sam demands, his voice a bellow, horror and disgust and... something unattainable just emanates from him. “Why do you have three porn mags worth of your girlfriend down here? That’s fucked, mate.”

“No it’s not. We just like to have photographic reminders of all our... sexcapades.”

Sam is, unsurprisingly, retching, now finally turning his head away from the pile without even bothering to pick up.

“This was cool until you called them sexcapades,” Tom chimes, smacking Harry upside the head as he swaggers over to the bed, fishing a few photos up before tossing them back down.

Sam's horrified attitude doesn’t seem to be spreading thankfully, but you and Harry are understandably rooted to the spot, stuck to the carpet, just biding your time until this is over. Then again, you can’t really tell, since no one is saying anything. You nor Harry want to be the ones to break the silence, though, and you can tell with the furtive and expressive stares you’re sharing that his anxiety is increasing the more people are seeing this.

Momentarily, you think someone may remark about your silent communication, your fixed glances and speechless conversation, but instead, Harrison comes up to you both, a sly smirk etched onto his pretty model face as he clasps a hand around one shoulder of yours and one of Harry’s.

“Harry Holland, you kinky fucker,” he praises.

You definitely feel a swell of pride at that. And the fact that Tom is trying desperately hard not to look at you while also trying to hide how flustered he is, somehow still abhorred by the sight. Harrison’s intrigue is palpable, gnawing on his lower lip as his lithe fingers trace you on the polaroid's, whereas Sam? He can’t decide whether to cry or scream. Harry huddles in closer and cuddles you, ensuring you feel every part of him, just how much he wants this lot to leave to finally have you at his mercy once more.

“So you two are shagging,” Tom observes.

You and Harry nod between kisses.

“Dangerously.”

You nod again, though this time a little reluctantly.

You expect Harry to nestle down with you again, but instead he detaches himself, unravelling his arms, and shoulders past Tom and Haz. He gives Sam a death glare as he piles up all the Polaroids and shoves them deep in a drawer for him to organise later, away from prying eyes and judgemental comments.

“Really, though?” Sam bursts out, flailing his arms before grasping Harry’s collar. “I thought you’d just handcuff her and give her a smack at most, very vanilla.”

As much as he tries to fight it, Harry’s face flushes bright red, leaving no visible distinction between his forehead and hairline. “I think those photos, erm, tell a different story.”

He rocks on the balls of his feet, tugging himself out of his brother's grasp, only to fall into another, saved by Harrison’s scowl at Tom.

“Can you lot bloody get out? Please? I’d like some alone time with my girlfriend after that sodding invasion.”

“If you’re having alone time, we’re leaving the house for a while,” Tom jokes, “how long?”

You smirk, striding over to meet Harry, eyes fixed on him as you press onto your tiptoes, wrapping your fingers around his shoulder before kissing his earlobe. He wilts into your touch.

“Two hours should be enough time. Scram.”

They do, gladly, and you slam the door shut as their scurrying footsteps down the stairs recede. Harry’s grip increases around your waist, a growl escaping him as he pushes you onto the bed. You gasp when your back hits the mattress, his lips instantly attacking your jaw.

“Which of those polaroid's do you wanna recreate first, baby?”

—

It’s hours later, and you're all around for your weekly dinner at the Holland house. You and Harry, having some ‘business’ to attend to before leaving the house, are the last to arrive, and Paddy, poor unfortunate Paddy, has the delightful job of letting you into the house.

“Sam asked me to give you this,” he says barely before you’ve entered the porch.

Harry’s face pales as he unravels the small piece of paper bundled into his hand by his younger brother, but you could swear all blood drains from him the second the words sink in.

‘You took them, you lost them, you collect them. What would mum and dad say, Harold?’

“Harry, what’s happening?”

“That utter wanker stole the polaroids as revenge for scarring him. He’s hidden them around the house. We have to find them before mum and dad go looking. You in for the ride?”

“Only if Haz can join us tonight,” you tease, and after calling a hello to Harry’s parents, you follow him around the house, detaching all the pinned photos.

Harry's learnt a solid lesson today: hide his damn Polaroids better from now on, away from the prying eyes of his bloody brothers. But, he thinks with a smirk, by no means will the two of you stop taking them.