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Faking, Falling > Part 11

Harrison Osterfield x Reader (Fake dating! Unrequited love switcheroo!)

Word count: ~2.55 k words

Warning: Swearing... And Fluff?!

Summary: No date, but?

<< PART 10 [ MASTERLIST ] PART 12 >>

10:25 pm...

Lying on the sofa, holding your kindle, you were scrolling through a list of books that you desired to read later than actually reading anything.

10:50 pm...

You failed to concentrate on the words of the book you finally chose to read, your mind dozing off with each word.

11:26 pm...

"Ooga chaka ooga ooga..."

The kindle was kept aside while you sang along with the lyrics of the playlist blasting through your phone as your toes tapped along the edge of the sofa.

11:45 pm...

You were lost in thoughts, the music serving only background ambience.

Did he eat something? Or was he waiting for having dinner together? He must have eaten something. He must be hungry. What if he brings a take away home for us to eat? What if he was expecting you to make something for us to eat? He would have told that on the phone if he was looking forward to such a thing.

Maybe you should tell him to eat in case he didn't eat. Picking up the phone and pausing the music, you discovered that you already had some unread messages from him.

Harrison [10:22 pm]: >> Hey don't wait for me for dinner. >> I don't think I can be there before midnight. >> I will pick something for myself to eat.

Harrison [10:28 pm]: >> Also I will try bringing that rainbow cake. >> Although not sure. >> But still :)

You would have replied him to not take efforts to bring that stupid cake but all you were doing was gently biting your finger that had made the way between your lips in an attempt to stop smiling.

11:56 pm...

You finally texted him to not to worry about the cake but didn't receive any reply. So, you instead started looking about the storm on the internet.

'The routes were set back to original by eleven o'clock.' It said.

12:15 pm...

After living alone for years in London all by yourself, unexpectedly this empty house was beginning to haunt you. You wrapped a soft thin blanket around your figure sitting on the sofa, feet tucked under yourself while your eyes roamed all over the place. Sitting there waiting for Harrison, you tried your best to prevent your mind from wandering around bizarre thoughts.

Ghost don't exist. You reminded yourself. The horror movie you saw and laughed about all through your flight duration was finally coming back to you. You closed your eyes for a millisecond and the terrifying face of the lady ghost was clearly visible. You jerked on your seat and opened your eyes, breathing a sigh of relief seeing no-one or that lady ghost in general. But then you heard footsteps. You clenched the blanket tighter around yourself and again closed your eyes shut, keeping your right hand near your heart. The footsteps were coming closer making you sink further into the sofa. Your heart rate was already shooting up.

Ding Dong.

You literally screamed. Your scream facilitated the actions of the person on the other side of the door. The harsh knocking on your door made you re-open your eyes.

"Y/n are you okay? Y/n answer? Y/n?!"

That was Harrison's voice. And instantly the feeling of calmness rushed through your veins. You threw your head back, sighing at your own stupidity. The door knocked again accompanied with Harrison's panicked voice. You threw the blanket to the floor, slapped your head and ran to open the door. There stood Harrison, his hair a mess from the wind that was still blowing outside. You could smell that it was going to rain very soon.

"What happened? You screamed?" Harrison asked, his head peeping inside.

"Everything's fine." You puffed out air accompanied by a chuckle.

"Is it?"

"Absolutely." You said greeting him home and shutting the door. Instead of walking towards the living space, he walked to the kitchen. He kept the brown cake box inside the fridge.

"You don't have to bring it." You said softly.

"No worries." He replied smiling and took out a water bottle. You turned on your feet making your way to the sofa. You folded up the blanket while he sat on the opposite end. Even without looking at him you could imagine his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"Water?" He said pushing the now half-filled bottle towards you. You blinked accepting it, attempting to push back the thoughts to your grave. You sat across him, taking a sip. He kept his handbag he had kept clothes to wear on the date on the floor and sighed loudly. You closed your eyes tightly. You hated how his breath sounded-- sad and a little bit of guilt rose in your heart. You could have done something. You could have set up the table, made a little snack, literally anything but you didn't. You heard him tapping his shoes on the floor, still taking deep breathes.

"You're asleep?" You asked looking at him. His eyes were closed and his head was supported by the back cushions.

"Wasn't sleeping, just... ah... resting my eyes," he muttered, eyes still closed, "Long day..." He yawned, sinking more into the sofa.

"You want me to make anything? Tea? Coffee?" You offered. He slowly opened his eyes and straightened his posture.

"Coffee. Please." He almost pleaded. You rushed to the kitchen while you heard him move inside the bathroom. While the decoction was getting ready, you heard the sound of the shower running. Maybe it wasn't too late... You glanced at the wall clock — 01:24 am

You rushed into the bedroom, plugged in your laptop and tossed a cosy blanket on the bed, propping the laptop over it. Securing the bedpost with pillows and setting up the air conditioning to a pleasurable temperature you rushed back to the kitchen. The shower was no more audible. You finished making the mochaccino(you decided to add a little chocolatey twist). You plated the rainbow cake pieces on two plates and placed your little sweet dine in a tray. Decorating the mocha mugs with some whipped cream, you made your way to the bedroom. Upon entering the first thing you saw was Harrison rubbing some moisturiser cream on his washed face. His blonde wet hairs almost looking brown in the dim lights of the room were pointy at the ends. He was in his pyjamas. A little smile spread across your lips at the sight. You placed the tray over the nightstand. The soft thud made Harrison turn and look at you, running a hand through his wet hairs.

"You were watching a movie?" He asked wiping his hand on the towel, looking over at the bed.

"No. We will watch a movie." You smiled broader.

"Which movie?" He asked throwing the towel over the chair. Bad habit. For god-sake put it on the air dryer or in the laundry. You wanted to scold him. But he made his way into the covers inhaling the scent of the freshly washed covers and sighing in comfort. You decided against the scolding thing.

"You decide what we watch. My prime account is unlocked." You said lifting the towel yourself while he excitedly scrolled through your laptop. You returned back to the room after putting the towel in the dryer. He was slurping the coffee.

"This tastes heavenly, Y/n!" He said picking up the mug in the air. You suspected it to be him asking for you to cling your mug into his. You lifted the cup and clung it softly.

"Cheers!" He cheered like a little child. You giggled at his ministrations, getting inside the covers, bumping your shoulders and knees across his. You placed the cake pieces on your thigh.

"What are we gonna watch?" You asked taking in a bit, devouring the taste. You moaned at the taste.

"It's good?" He asked but instead of your answer, he took a bite of the piece himself. "It is. Mmh..."

"Mmh..."

You both burst into laughter. Little cake pieces ashamedly flew out of your mouth into the air.

"That sounded---"

"Sexual?" He said interrupting you. You playfully slapped his arm.

"Kiddish." You said sounding unimpressed. He took another sip from the cup.

"I guess... Inception? Should we watch it?"

You coughed at the suggestion, "I am seriously not putting that much pressure on my brain at midnight."

He again started scrolling through the laptop. "WALL-E?"

"I have watched it too many times. Haven't you?"

"Well... I have too." He clicked his tongue keeping his finished mug and plate on the side table and rolling over his belly. "Why don't you choose?" Finishing off your eatables you laid by his side trying to find a suitable movie along with him but ended up closing off the account unable to decide. His eyes suddenly lit up seeing your desktop.

"Gosh. You got Need For Speed. We should play this!" He said looking at the game folder.

"It's almost three?!"

"Please Please. Been a long time. And it's better to play with a competitor." He looked at you with pleading eyes but his body radiated childish excitement.

"Not in the mood." You yawned.

"I will let you win."

"Oh ho ho. You will lose anyway." You said getting offended.

"Prove it then... coward." He said turning his head to the other side but the smirk on his lips was clearly visible.

"What did you call me?" You asked in a low tone, raising a single eyebrow. He slowly turned his head back to look at you. He shrugged his shoulders.

"You know yourself." He bit his lower lip trying to suppress the giggles that were emerging from the pit of his stomach.

"We'll play it on my play station. And we'll be celebrating my big victory." You stood up and shuffled the items in the cupboard producing the gaming console.

***

"So how is it going so far, Ms. Y/n Y/ln?" Harrison sneered looking at your side profile from the game screen for a second. A soft giggle escaped his lips as he saw you focusing on the game as if your life depended on it.

"Don't disturb me, Osterfield. Your ass is soon gonna be kicked," You replied pushing the joystick to the left while your body tilted to the right.

"And... Boom!" He yelled throwing the gaming controller on the cushion as his car crossed the finishing line. You rolled your eyes at his actions keeping your own controller aside.

"What's the score? What's the score?... Harrison five. Y/n? Huh?" He nudged your elbow making your eyes roll.

"Two," You maintained an unimpressed expression, instantly accompanied by a yawn.

"Nah. Sleepiness won't be an excuse for your poor performance." He said looking at you, remembering how you used the same excuse an hour before.

"It's almost six in the morning div. I genuinely want to sleep. The rain started and even stopped!" You actually sounded sleepy and you rubbed your tired eyes.

"Right," He mumbled pressing his lips into a thin line. He was having so much fun. For the first time in years he wasn't feeling out of place or lonely, he definitely never wanted these moments to end. But on the other side, he should be glad that these wonderful moments do end. They should end because that's the only way he hoped he won't get too attached to your presence.

But wasn't he already? The two sides of his brain were at war. Just three days with you and he was falling down the sky. He thought he had already fallen but somehow landed on a thin wire which he was gripping with his life but now that wire was broken and he was falling again. Falling down from that height must be hurtful. But he wanted to touch the ground, feel the grass underneath his feet, but there were more chances of him falling into the quicksand. And surprisingly falling into the quicksand doesn't hurt, unlike the green floor. But later quicksand would engulf him, choke him and take away his life. Yes, his brain was at war and he knew— wars bring destruction.

He followed you into the bedroom where you got into the covers and he took the responsibility to clear the debris of the snacks and then carefully placed the laptop on the table. He removed his t-shit and you snorted at the sight.

"You like to show off your abs, isn't it?" Your comment was definitely snarky. He wetted his lips and looked at you, your eyes were already closed.

"They are already gone." He said getting inside the covers with you.

"What's gone?" You mumbled shifting lightly in the bed.

"My abs. Ate for two months. No gym either. My next TV show shoot starts in May, I'll have to work extremely hard in the gym to get them back." He said closing his eyes too.

"Your family must be proud of you." Your voice was almost a whisper but he heard it and also heard the fact that it sounded sad.

"What do' you mean?" His eyes fluttered open and eyebrows concentrated in the middle. His eyes met yours and he noticed the tears welling. You instantly turned and faced the other side.

"It's just... I am a loser." Your voice sounded cracked within turn made his heart crack.

"Hey, hey. What are you talking about?" He asked even when he knew and shifted closer to you.

"I sometimes think I should... stop with the designing thing. It's not working."

"No. I have already told you that your designs are amazing and---"

"I just edited the designs of the previous designer. It was just a dummy work." You sighed.

"I have seen your notebook, I have seen your creativity." He said pausing for a moment, "First look at me."

"No." Your voice was extremely scratchy. He shook you by your arm lightly but you didn't budge.

"Please Y/n. Look at me," He pleaded. And you did turn to look at his blue eyes with your teary ones, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

"Hey. Don't cry," His voice was so soft, just like his fingers that wiped off the tears from your face. He then cupped your face in his hands. "It took me at least one thousand auditions to get my first role, and that role wasn't even a speaking one. It takes talent and patience. Be patient, love." He said softly.

"You're so good with this." You said, your tears finally paused.

"Good with what?"

"Talk." You produced a little smile. He giggled at the compliment.

"By the way, I am really sorry." You said. He furrowed his brows at your words. "I was just sleepy and then was crying. I must have annoyed you."

"No. Not at all." He said removing his hands from your face but then he felt your fingers running across his exposed arm, a shiver ran down his spine. You shifted closer to his chest and pressed your face to his body. His hands involuntarily held your back and kept you closer as you cuddled into him. The scent of soap radiating from his body made you feel even calmer. He slowly closed his eyes.

"Thank you for the date, Harrison. I had a great time... with you." You mumbled into his chest while he combed your hairs with his fingers.

Me too... He replied in his mind, knowing he won't get nightmares this time.

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