#lets all have a moment of silence for haz's pancakes lmao

[tommysparker]

Take A Break [Tom Holland x Reader]

Slightly inspired by Take A Break from Hamilton: An American Musical. Mostly inspired by me being a stressed student who just wants someone to cuddle with. 

Special shoutout to @greenorangevioletgrass for beta-reading and generally being an awesome friend! Love you broadway bestie bro <3

Warnings: fluff. just fluff. Also Haz’s famous pancakes make an appearance

“Well, look who finally came out of their cave.” Harrison exclaimed, peeking his head out from the corner of the kitchen. 

You scowled, partially from his comment, mainly from the blinding sunlight pouring into the house through the sliding doors. Who needed sun when you had the light of a computer screen? “Shut up. I only came down for food, and I’m only accepting pancakes so either get to it or piss off.”

The dirty blonde boy only grinned before disappearing behind the wall. Prick. 

“Darling, you’re up!” your boyfriend exclaimed, standing up from his spot on the living room couch and walking over to engulf you in a hug. “I missed you this morning,” he muttered into your neck as he kissed it sweetly. 

Shit, it isn’t morning?

 “Been workin’,” you replied lazily, melting into his warmth.

Though you and Tom have been together for a while now, and usually sleep in the same bed, lately you’ve been sleeping in the spare bedroom to keep the madness that is education confined into one space. He says he doesn’t care about the mess, but you insisted that once you catch up on everything you’ve been neglecting, he has all the power to hold on to you and never let go for a whole week. Tom fully planned to hold you to that promise. 

“You should take a break, you’ve been working day and night for three days now,” he hummed, planting another kiss next to your ear. 

“Baby, you know I can’t--” 

“Oi! You two love birds can get it on later. I’m not letting your sex life get in the way of my famous pancakes being eaten.” 

You rolled your eyes fondly, pulling yourself away from Tom’s embrace, immediately missing having his arms around you. “I’ll take a plate to-go, thank you.” 

Tom whined at your response to his best friend. “Nooooo, stay with meeee.” 

“Tom I--” 

“Staaaaayyyyy.” 

“Tom--” 

“C’moooooonnnnn, take a break!” 

“To-”

“Take a break and get awaaayyy-!”

“I swear to god if you start singing Hamilton I will not hesitate to burn you like Eliza burnt those letters.” 

“Wait, but wouldn’t I be Eliza 'cuz I’m telling you to take a break but you being Alexander refuses to-- hold on. Are you gonna cheat on me next time I leave the house?-- Ow!” Tom ended his ramble short to rub the back of his head, Harrison standing behind him holding up a spatula. “Dick.” 

“Shut up, my pancakes are getting cold.” You giggled at the exchange, padding over to the kitchen counter where a fresh plate of pancakes sat, your boyfriend hot on your tail.

“The least you can do is eat down here,” Tom remarked, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your head from behind. He knows how stressed you can get when it comes to deadlines, especially when said deadlines have passed and you still haven’t got the assignment turned in, and he hates seeing you so worked up. Also can’t a man just miss his partner? 

During the lockdown period, Tom had gotten a lot more attached, meaning he always wanted some form of affection. So, the times you did crawl out of your hideout, he took full advantage of the time-slot. 

You leaned back into his chest, turning your head to place a light kiss on his cheek, completely ignoring his claim. “You’re adorable when you get all needy.” 

That earned an embarrassed groan from your lover. 

“Please Y/n, just stay down with us for at least two hours. I can’t take much more of his whining,” Harry pleaded, a teasing smile aimed at his older brother, to which he responded by flipping him off. 

Regardless, all the boys agreed on wanting you to spend some time with them for a little while. 

You sighed, thinking oh what the hell. A few hours won’t hurt anyone. 

The minute you agreed, Tom picked you up, your body laid over his shoulder, and marched straight to the couch. “Tom what the hell-- put me down!”

“M’kay,” he responded cheekily, dropping you on the sofa before laying on top, trapping you between his body and the large cushions. He grinned at your protests, simply resting his head on your chest and holding you like you’d disappear any second. “Shush, I’m cuddling.” 

“I can see that,” you remarked, raking your fingers through his hair, earning some hums of approval from your human weighted blanket. As much as you would have preferred to be in Tom’s position, you did admit it was nice to sit back and relax a little. Maybe you should take breaks more often. 

“Hold on a damn second, someone has to eat these bloody pancakes!”

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I really hope you enjoyed this! I know its short, but it’s my first fic on tumblr and I was running on one hour of sleep so...yeah. 

Feedback is always welcome! 

Tagging some people who will hopefully like this: @greenorangevioletgrass @soraitmnt @angel-spidey @farfromparker @allegra-writes @parkerpeter24 @tetralea @theactualprincessofeverything @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh

[positiveparker]

Romeo + Juliet 90′s!au Part 4 (Harrison Osterfield)

sorry this is super rushed sorry I can't add a gif, its too long lmao - L

WARNINGS ; angst! swearing! a bit of fluff!

PAIRING ; haz x reader

MASTERLIST 

READER’S POV ;

I fluttered backwards into my room, my stomach whirled with emotions. I stared out into the horizon through my silky curtains.

“(y/n)?” Maggie chimed from behind me

“yeah?” I said whipping my head around

“what’s up?”

“what the fuck do you mean?”

“you’re grinning”

“no, I’m just” I stuttered “I am just in a good mood” 

“right” Maggie smirked, she was sat on my bed with a magazine opened across her lap. She wet the tip of her index finger and flicked to the next page. The colourful pages were plastered with pictures of various celebrities. I went around and perched next to her, my pager was on my bedside table, it suddenly vibrated with a message. Maggie leant over and grabbed it, my heart raced. She smiled down at it and then looked up at me with a serious face.

“you idiot!” She spat passing me my pager.

Tomorrow 4pm Verona beach - H

“Maggie…” I said softly

“(y/n) are you an idiot! What were you thinking!”

“I love him!”

“you can’t love your rival”

“Maggie, what do you want me to do!” I started sobbing, I slumped backwards and looked up at my chandelier.

“(y/n) you know this can’t go any further” she said resting her head on my shoulder

“i know but…”

“you love him” she interrupted

“yes”

“well, you need to marry him then”

“what do you mean?”

“you need to marry him before next week”

“…before I marry Sam?”

“yeah”

“I need a witness”

“I’ll do it, but you need to tell your parents”

“you know they wouldn’t take it lightly…” I whined

“it’s your life (y/n)”

We both stared at the ceiling for a while. The silence was filled with my many thoughts, all concaving in my head at once. I was happier than I had ever been with Haz. He seemed to be the key to open so many new doors in my life. Sam was a brick wall, nothing on the other side. 

HAZ’S POV ;

I raced back home, my heart pounding. I hadn’t ever felt this way before. I ran up the street and into my driveway. All the lights in the house were off so I went around the back and started climbing up the piping. My bedroom window was always left open, I pushed against the glass and slumped inside. My bed had been made and a note was pressed on my sheets.

As soon as you get home come to my room - Harry

I shoved the note in my pocket and opened my bedroom door out into the the corridor. Sammy and Harry’s rooms were opposite mine. I pushed my hand against the wood of the door and it creaked open. Harry was sat on his bed and Sammy was next to him. They both glared up at me.

Harry stood up violently and pressed me up against the wall.

“where the fuck have you been” he spat quietly

“Harry…I”

“Answer the damn question cousin” Sammy muttered

“I was at a party”

“hm” Sammy said 

“at the (y/l/n)’s house right?” Harry murmured taking his arm off my chest

“yes” I confessed softly 

“you idiot” Sammy whispered

“Tom told us everything” Harry said 

“it was his idea!” I hollered quietly 

“he told us about the girl”

“you know she’s a (y/l/n) right?”

“yeah I know but…”

“you love her?” Sammy interrupted 

“yes…I do”

“well then…let’s all play happy family” Harry spat sarcastically

“what do you want me to do? Go off with May?”

“May is a perfect girl for you” Sammy chimed

May was a family friend. Our parents had planned for us to be married before we were born. She had an interest in me but she was so boring and blank.

“she isn’t for me Sammy” I said slumping down onto the bed

“really” Harry murmured “and that piece of shit (y/l/n) is?”

“don’t say that” I threatened 

“oh so she’s wonderful then?” Sammy mumbled

“yes”

“are you gonna marry her then?” Harry said 

“yeah I guess”

“I was joking!” He shouted softly “you can’t marry her, are you insane?”

“maybe” I replied softly, I lowered my gaze and looked at his carpet. “I am gonna speak to Friar Lawrence, we can get married in secret” 

My face lit up with an idea. Both my cousins looked back at me with stern glares. I didn't really care about what they thought, I was going to marry her. She was beautiful and smart and everything I had ever wanted. I stormed out Harry’s bedroom and into the corridor, I softly shut his door behind me. Everyone else was asleep. I tiptoed back to my room and jumped onto my bed. I undid the buttons of my wet shirt and kicked off my shoes and soggy trousers. They stuck to the floor, I wrapped my limbs around the soft sheets of my bed. I wanted to have her lips in mine again, to be interlocked in her warm, loving touch. 

READER’S POV ;

I woke up before Maggie. I hadn’t slept well at all. My mind was whirling. I sat up and pulled on my bath robe which was strewn on my floor. I tiptoed lightly to my door and opened it. It was 7am meaning only the maids were awake. I ran down the main stairwell and into the kitchen. One of the maids was preparing loaves of bread. She was my favourite, her name was Mrs Georgiana 

“oh hello, (y/n)” she smiled

“hey” I said running over to the fridge

“you’re in a good mood”

“yes’ I grinned back at her, we had a line of stools behind the counter top and I dragged one out and perched on it. 

“a boy?”

“yes” I smiled 

“ooooo” she joked

“he’s wonderful”

“Sam is amazing” she grinned in her soft Italian slur

“it’s not sam…” I said my voice drooping

“oh”

“yes, Mrs G”

“Who is he?” She asked sternly, she opened the oven door and put the tray of prepared dough inside

“An Osterfield…”

“are you crazy!” She said through muffled shouts

“i know but Mrs G, I need your help”

“agh (y/n) you are a teenager in love” She smiled “Of course”

“what do I need to do?”

“well, you need to wed him at once”

“Will you be there?”

“where will you be wed?”

“today, Verona beach” I grinned

“agh well there will be special pancakes for the happy bride” She laughed.

I sat there until the sun pierced through the garden doors. I munched on pancakes as Mrs G told me all about her seven marriages. Love seemed so magical. I was so young and I had a lot of love left to give. I wanted to give it all to Haz. I wanted to be wrapped up in him forever and ever. 

“morning” my dad grumbled, he stumbled into the kitchen and sat next to me. I almost held my breath.

“morning” I said softly, he kissed my cheek. He smelt of cigars and stale champagne. Mrs G timidly set him down a cup of black coffee. He wrapped his sunburnt fingers around the white china and sipped it. 

“newspaper please” he clicked at Mrs G, my father and I weren’t alike. He was rude and overbearing.

“Thank you so much Mrs G” I grinned putting my silverware together and scraping my plate across to her. 

“Now now (y/n) where are you off to?” I heard my mother roar from behind me

“oh hi mother” I said whipping my body around, she looked hungover. She had a cigarette between her long fingers. She took a drag and blew it out of the corner of her mouth. 

“Hello” she spat, she walked past me and kissed my dad on his cheek.

“wine” she snapped at Mrs G. I rolled my eyes and walked away. 

Up the main stairwell I went and into my room. Various maids were dotted around the corridors dusting and mopping up the mess of the night before. Confetti was still stuck to the marbled floor. I went back into my room to see Maggie still asleep in my bed, her position hadn’t even changed. I quietly went into my bathroom and locked the door behind me. I stared into the mirror and then noticed Haz’s mask still on my bathroom counter. I curled my fingers around it and smiled down at it. I ran the tip of my index finger along the decorative silver beading. My heart hadn’t known love until that very moment. 

I brushed my hair and swiped on some mascara. My room was filled with warm summer light when I left my bathroom. Maggie had woken up and was sitting propped up against my pillows. 

“Hey” she said sleepily

“hey”

“you’re going to see him aren’t you?”

“It’s only the morning” I chuckled, I opened my wardrobe and fished out my yellow summer dress. I took off my bathrobe and pulled some underwear on my sleepy skin. I pushed my legs through the dress and pulled it up onto my shoulders. I zipped up the back and it clung to my waist and flattered it. I pulled some of my hair back and clipped it with a few butterfly clips. 

“don’t wear that one” Maggie chimed

“what this dress?” I said pulling at the skirt

“the red one” she suggested

“really?”

“red, for lust” She cooed, I laughed and opened my wardrobe again. I fished out my red off the shoulder dress with a silky skirt. I replaced my yellow one for it and stared in the mirror again.

“you’re right” I said admiring the dress and the way it clung to my skin

“is there breakfast downstairs?” Maggie asked, she placed her feet on my carpet and stretched her arms in the air. She trudged over to my window and opened the doors to my balcony. A warm gust of wind streamed into my room. “nice day” she breathed

“my parents are downstairs, we could go to a cafe?” I suggested happily 

“sure” She smiled

HAZ’S POV ;

I woke up with the sun streaming through my open window onto my face. I bathed in the light and then pushed myself up and out of my sheets. It was 12pm, I had gone to sleep so late. I was thinking about her all night. I wanted to wed her today and then run away. I wanted to venture the world with her and her kiss. I went downstairs and into the kitchen, there was a note on the table.

Eggs in the fridge we are all going to the cafe down the street - Mum

I flung open the fridge and cautiously took out two eggs. I cracked them onto a sizzling pan and then placed them on some toasted bread. As I munched I got a pager from (y/n).

Today, Verona Beach, let us be wed by Friar Lawrence

My heart smiled as I replied

You read my mind - H

I stood up and ran back up my stairs. I racked my brain, what to wear on your wedding day. I pulled out a blue shirt and some black trousers. I ruffled my hands through my hair and smoothed out my bushy eyebrows. My pager vibrated again.

Verona Beach? - Tom

I ran down the stairs and out into the open. Tom was sat in his car with round sunglasses on his nose. He grinned at me as I slumped into his leathery seats. 

“Good morrow Groom!” he joked slapping his hands against the wheel

“Verona Beach my friend” I laughed pointing to the horizon. 

We sped away and passed all the happy pedestrians.  The beach wasn’t far from Friar Lawrence’s house.

“I need to see the Friar first” I blurted

Tom swerved up a side street and to the Friar’s apartment next to the church. I hopped out of the car onto the pavement and slapped my hand against the shiny car. Tom revved away and I ran up the cement apartment steps. I rang the doorbell and rung my hands together nervously. 

“yes?” A booming voice said

“it’s me, Harrison” I muttered

“agh Haz come in” The voice lightened and then the door buzzed open.

The Friar was stood at the door with an unlit cigarette between his lips. He grinned and pulled me into a firm hug. “What is it child” He asked ushering me in and pulling the cigarette out his mouth. 

“there’s a girl”

“agh I knew this day would come”

“yes, well…”

“is it May” he interrupted

“no”

“who then” he retorted

“(y/n)”

“…the (y/l/n) girl”

“yeah”

“shit”

“i know”

“you know what this means”

“what?”

“it isn’t gonna be a big white wedding”

“I know, I want it to be today”

“what?” He retorted

“please Friar” I begged

“fine, I need a witness”

“I’ll find one” I replied 

“maybe it will show both your parents that love should end rivalry” He chuckled, he lead me into the church from a side door and sat me down on the front pew.

“call your little girlfriend, tell her to meet you here with a witness” He pointed at me. I pulled out my pager and texted her.

The friar has agreed, bring a witness. Tell no one else - H

She replied quickly 

I am at the cafe your cousins approached me 

What? - H

They slapped me 

What, I am gonna kill them - H

I am already on the way

I’m sorry - H

Don’t be I love u 

“My cousins slapped her” I blurted to the Friar, hot tears welled up in my eyes

“shit” He said softly, he was lighting candles around the chapel with a long match. 

“When will this rivalry end” I screamed angrily 

“hopefully this ends it” He nodded to his bible and grinned

READER’S POV ;

My cheek was hot from where Harry slapped me. Maggie and I were in the cafe and the Osterfield’s were as well. Sammy and Harry had approached Maggie and I. Their threatening words still pierced my brain. My stomach burned with anger, I wanted the hate to stop. I didnt want their approval, nor did I need it. I pulled out my pager and texted Mrs G.

I am getting married now, I am sorry you couldn’t be there. Distract my parents. I love you 

I handed it to Maggie as we approached the church. We stepped through into the echoey chapel and there Haz was standing at the alter. He turned and grinned at me, his face lowered and he paced towards me.

“your face” he said brushing his fingers against my cheek

“I’m fine” I breathed

“You’re not fine” He said grittily 

“Haz” I breathed shakily “Stop with the Hate” 

He nodded and kissed my forehead. Him and Maggie exchanged a look and then he took my hand in his. We stepped up to the alter where Friar Lawrence stood with his bible open. My heart clenched. Friar Lawrence's words echoed off the ceiling. This was the moment I had been waiting for since I was a child. I dreamed of a big white wedding, I didn't expect it to be like this. Haz being there just made it better, he was my husband now. My best friend and my new husband, the two most important people in my life. Friar Lawrence finished and Haz and I turned to each other. He cupped his hand around my stinging cheek and kissed my lips. Happy tears welled up in my eyes, his ocean blue ones were glassy too. I hadn’t expected love to fall into my life like this, but it was broken and perfect like how love should be. 

TAGLIST ;

@tomsfireheart @feelingsareharddd @lovelyh0lland @i-dont-wanna-go-mr-stark @hazeyholland @lookclosernow @choke-me-sweet-pea @whatareyouhidingpeter @spidey-pal

[suit-lady]

With All My Heart.

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Summary: This is a drabble request from this drabble list (yeah, that’s how old this req is. rip anon im so sorry). #21: “I’m bulletproof... but please don’t shoot me.” and #28: “How drunk was I?”  Alternatively, Harrison begins to worry that he might be losing you, and he lets all his feelings out when he’s wasted.

Warnings: Cursing maybe? Drunkenness. Harrison cries. (why do i do this)

Word Count: 1600 exactly (I’m on a roll my dudes)

A/N: This ended up being cuter than I thought it was going to be LMAO... yes I promise this one has a happy ending okay

Finally. After what seemed like an eternity, Tom and your longtime boyfriend, Harrison, were home from filming and press things. They were spending the afternoon and evening being showered in “welcome home”s by their families, but you’d already called the evening. Once they were over at your apartment, they weren’t going home for the night. They knew they were having a few drinks, but you’d pulled a few strings and gotten a whole group of their old college friends together… and they were all extremely ready to party with their old friend Spider-Man.

You greeted the duo at the door after shushing the twenty plus people in your apartment. Once they’d hugged you and gotten the chance to take off their coats, all of your guests jumped out from their hiding places. The yell of “surprise” rang at an incredible volume, and the shock on Tom and Harrison’s faces was beyond worth it. Smiling widely, Haz pulled you into a hug.

“You did this for us?”

“Of course I did, babe.”

You pledged sobriety so that Harrison and Tom would let loose. Spending most of your time DJ’ing and bartending from your spot in the kitchen, you watch your boys have the time of their lives with their friends. They were both smashed by one, but you knew they would be. By two, everyone except your duo had gotten rides home, and you were helping Tom to bed.

“Stay right here, okay?” you told a half-coherent Haz as you slung Tom’s arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, babe.”

“Fuck, Tom, you need to lay off the boxing.” You drug your friend to the guest room with exactly no help from him. If he hadn’t been still singing some song from The Greatest Showman under his breath, you would have been sure he was passed the fuck out. He did pass out pretty much as soon as you flopped him over onto the bed. “Thanks for the help, buddy,” you said as you covered him up so that he didn’t freeze overnight.

When you came back to Harrison, he was curled up on the couch. You touched his shoulder gently, but he flinched away from you. Frowning, you sat down on the floor next to him. You tried again, much more slowly this time, resting your hand on his shoulder when he seemed to relax.

“Baby, are you okay?”

“I’m bulletproof, but please… don’t shoot me.” His voice was muffled against the couch.

“Haz… What do you mean?” you asked, worry straining your voice.

He shifted, flipping over so quickly that you were taken aback. As he sat up, he took your wrist and pulled you up onto your knees. It was obvious that he’d been crying. On most occasions, Haz wasn’t a sad drunk, so something must be very wrong. He pressed a long, soft kiss to your forehead, and you waited for him to speak.

“Am I enough?” His words echoed with sorrow in the pitch-dark den.

Your heart ached at his words. “Harrison, honey… why would you ever ask me that?”

“Well,” he started as he pulled you up further. You climbed into his lap while he paused, covering his left shoulder in feather-like kisses. “I just… with filming and stuff… I’m not around nearly as much anymore… and I’m just worried that there;s something better for you out there. Y’know? Someone who can be here for you all the time instead of only being able to tell you everything is gonna be okay over a phone call… or worse, just a text message. The time zones are so fucked up, (Y/N), and it makes me so worried that you’re gonna find someone else who can love you all the time when I can only love you sometimes… It’s just not fair to you that I’m leaving you behind all the time and you have to figure out how to do everything without me while I’m off doing these crazy things and having the time of my life with Tom… I just wanna share my life with you… (Y/N), I’m so in love with you, but there are so many nights that I lie awake wondering if that night is gonna be the night that I lose you to someone else.”

His thoughts were a jumbled mess, and he only paused to take in shaky breaths. You guessed he was trying his hardest not to cry. Swallowing down your own tears, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him as close to you as you could. Your heart was breaking over the fact that he felt like this.

“Harrison, that’s crazy. It doesn’t matter that you aren’t here all the time. I’m in love with you, no matter how many hours ahead or behind you are, no matter how much time a day we get to spend talking to each other, no matter how much life we have to do separate right now. It’s okay. Please, don’t think that I’m gonna leave you over convenience. You’re the one that I want to spend the rest of my life with and absolutely nothing is going to change that.”

You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “You do?” he whispered after a long pause.

“Of course I do.”

His smile brightened the room like morning sunshine. Standing, he picked you up and spun you around, telling you that he loved you over and over and over again, and you told him you loved him too every single time. His anxiety finally subsiding, he stumbled off to your bedroom and dropped you on the bed before collapsing there himself. Before long, you were both unconscious to the world.

 -

 You woke up long before Harrison or Tom, as usual when they had wild nights at your place. To surprise Haz, you went out to the store and bought a gorgeous bouquet of roses and set them out on your kitchen counter. You fixed a lovely hangover breakfast of eggs, bacon, and pancakes, paired with fresh strawberries that you’d grabbed while you were out. Eventually, the smell of delicious food drew your boys into the room. Tom stumbled in first, eyes closed against the bright sunlight filtering into the room. Soon, Harrison followed, massaging his temples with his fingers.

His eyes landed on the roses, and he picked up the little note you’d written him. “Oh, fuck… How drunk was I last night?”

“Well,” you started, rubbing the back of your neck, “just how long had you been keeping that from me?”

“Pal, you didn’t,” Tom said, refilling his coffee mug. “I told you that was fucking ridiculous.”

“You told Tom first?”

Harrison’s eyes shifted to the ground. “I started worrying about it in China in August… And being away for filming for Chaos Walking made it a whole lot worse… Bad enough to make me lose it while drunk… Sorry, babe.”

“Haz, it’s okay… I just want you to know that I agree with Tom, that you’re ridiculous, and that I love you more than anything, okay?”

Harrison pulled you in for a long kiss, one that he only broke because Tom started making gagging noises. “I love you too, (Y/N).”

The morning was mostly uneventful, both Tom and Harrison taking things easy. Tom went straight back to bed after breakfast, grunting when you asked if he wanted any pain meds. Sharing a shrug with your boyfriend, you decided to let him battle the hangover on his own. Your guest bed was really comfortable anyways, and the dark green blinds didn’t let in the slightest bit of light when closed.

After you’d done up the dishes, Haz dragged you back to bed. He insisted on just lying around and cuddling, even though you felt very well-rested and ready to go out and do things. Today, however, you let Harrison have his way because the night before had been… quite eventful. You both shed your sweatpants and cuddled up to each other in your underwear.

“I missed this,” you said at the same time.

The pair of you were silent for a long time, both drifting in and out of sleep. Every once in a while, you would hear Harrison hum in thought. You would always look up expectantly, but he kept shaking his head. After a while, he broke the silence.

“This is really what you want?”

You gave him a look. “Yes, baby. I don’t want anyone else but you, ever.”

“Even if we don’t get to spend every moment together?”

“Yes, of course.”

“No matter how crazy life could get down the road?”

“No matter what.”

“You’re so sure… that you’d maybe say you wanna spend the rest of your life with me?”

You felt your face heat up. “You remember last night.”

“I’m starting to,” he admitted. “Did you really mean that?”

You gently caressed his face. “With all my heart.”

Then, you felt his soft lips against yours. Harrison was usually passionate when he kissed you, but this was different. Confident. As if he was telling you he felt the same way through the kiss. You kissed back with all the intensity you could muster, and the kiss left you both absolutely breathless.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Harrison.”

 Two months later, right before he had to leave again, Harrison surprised you with a promise ring, engraved on the inside with the phrase, “With all my heart.” You couldn’t help but cry, and you wore it constantly if only as a reminder of how lucky you were to have him.

 Fin.