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parkerpeter24 · 3 years

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“god i love your hands” “lets put them to good use then” you know with who👀🤭

whipped cream

warnings: suggestive comments, connotations of sex, smirky haz

harrison winked at you, spraying out some of the whipped cream from the can onto the back of his hand, “you ready for this, love?” he smirked, watching you staring at his hand, specifically the rings that rested on his middle and index fingers. he cleared his throat, grabbing your attention.

“oh, um y-yeah, ready as ever!” you rubbed your hands together, blushing slightly at getting caught in the act of staring. putting forth your hand upside down in the air, you allowed him to spray some amount of whipped cream on your hand as well.

“okay, let’s do this!” he said, pressing the record button on the phone that was propped against a wall on the kitchen counter. as soon as the video started recording, harrison hurried and smacked the back of his forearm, making the cream fly into the air, but not hight enough.

his estimations fell wrong as the cream dropped downwards, getting all over harrison’s palm. he cursed under his breath, making you laugh but that soon died down when he decided to lick the cream off his hand. he smirked to himself, waiting for you to take your turn.

“okay, let’s do this.” you mumbled before repeating harrison’s maneuvers, the whipped cream flying into the air but before you could catch it in your mouth, harrison interrupted, his clean hand shooting forward and catching the whipped cream as it spread all over his fingers, “hey-”

he grinned, “got it!”

you just stared at the blue eyed bloke with an amused expression, “what was that for?” you huffed and reached over to the phone to stop it from recording anything further. you glared at your boyfriend wanting him to explain why he did what he did.

but he just shrugged, unfazed by your stern look, “you can just lick it off, darling.” your eyes widened at his suggestion, him doing nothing except raising an eyebrow towards you cheekily, “wouldn’t you like that?”

you looked back and forth between his eyes and his hand before taking his in yours, gulping the lump formed in your throat due to the tension inside your very kitchen. his free arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his as your lips wrapped around his index and middle finger, sucking and licking the cream off of them.

he stared at you with lustful eyes as you continued doing so until most of the whipped cream was off his fingers. you looked up at him, feeling the fingers of his other hand digging into the skin of your waist, “god i love your hands.” you didn’t even realise what you’d said until you saw a smirk rise to his face, feeling the heat spread across your face, burning in the best way possible.

“let’s put them to good use then.”

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morningbluue · 3 years

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between tulips and blue eyes | h.o.

summary: you’re working at a flower shop and one day a boy with ocean blue eyes walks into the store and wants some tulips

warnings: nothing, maybe some swearing, but it’s just a lot of fluff

word count: 2,3k

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Roses, tulips, hydrangea, and so many more. You’re surrounded by all kinds of beautiful flowers, and you’re sure you will never get bored by their sight and their scent.

You work at an old little flo shop in London and you don’t want to switch with anyone else ever. You love working here, it’s quiet, the costumers are friendly, and you even know some of them by name. Being here just makes you happy.

The shop has been peaceful this morning, only a few costumers stroking around. You have made a small bouquet for Karl - an older man who comes in once a week to buy his wife some flowers - and had a quick talk with him about his well-being, the weather, and your day off yesterday. You love it to listen to people talk about their life.

Sometimes you find yourself dreaming about another life, living in another city and being a different person. You love living here, and working here, but sometimes you wish you could do more than that - be more than that. But you know you will never be brave enough to quit and start a new life in another country, somewhere far away. And maybe that’s okay.

You’re quietly putting a new bouquet together, only humming along to a song that’s playing through an old radio as the door opens and the soft bell echoes through the shop.

You look up from the flowers and immediately knit your eyebrows together as you see a blonde boy walk into the shop with two people following him close behind. The boy is wearing something casual, but it still looks very expensive, while the other two guys are wrapped in basic black clothes.

The blonde looks around the little shop and then his eyes land on you. You quickly lower your gaze to the bouquet in front of you again as the boy approves you confidently.

“Hi.” He smiles.

You look up again, meeting his friendly eyes and- holy shit. You have never seen blue eyes be so ... blue. This blue doesn’t match the ocean blue or the sky blue, heck, they don’t even match the hydrangea blue that you like so much. You’ve never seen so beautiful blue eyes, and you can’t stop looking at them.

You clear your throat. “Hi, welcome. How can I help you?” You try to mirror his smile.

The two guys wait next to the door, their arms crossed over their chest and their faces emotionless and hard as a rock. You send them a quick glance, curiosity spreading out on your face.

“I need some flowers,” the blonde says and continues to smile gently. His hair lays perfectly on his head and his clothes don’t have one wrinkle anywhere. Either he’s famous or rich, or both.

You tilt your head slightly. “And what flowers in particular?”

The blonde boy shrugs. “I don’t know. Which ones look good?” He looks around the little shop another time, his eyes scanning everything until they stop on you. “What are your favorites?” he asks casually.

For a second you are taken aback, but then you meet his eyes again. “Tulips. I like the orange ones a lot.”

His mouth curves up into a smile as he nods. “Then I want some of those.”

Your cheeks heat up, and you turn your gaze away quickly before you mention for him to follow you as you walk around the table and over to where the tulips are placed.

“How many do you need?” you ask the blonde while you pick the ones that look the best. Looking over your shoulder you see him turning around to the other guys but one of them just shrugs, so he turns back to you again.

“Ten,” he replies, “I think ten are enough.”

Nodding, you pick a few tulips more. “You can always come back if it’s not enough.”

You miss the way his mouth turns up into a wide smile as he looks at you. “Will do.”

A week later and you still can’t stop thinking about the blonde boy and his breathtaking blue eyes. He left a few minutes after you picked the orange tulips for him and packed them into a brown paper. He didn’t say much more except thanking you for your help, but you can’t stop thinking about your little conversation with him nonetheless.

His blue eyes and gentle smile burned themselves into your mind, and maybe you don’t even want to get rid of this memory.

You told your best friend and co-worker the next day, and she was really jealous and mad that she had a day off and didn’t get to see the blonde. She reminded you the whole day and asked a lot of questions about how he looked and what he said.

“Maybe he comes back today,” she always said when you two opened the shop in the morning and made everything ready for the day.

“I don’t think he will,” you always replied.

But honestly, you hope that he will come back some day. You tried to search him up online - only to show your best friend, of course - but obviously, you found nothing. It’s impossible to find him without a name or anything.

You reminded yourself that you got your chance after all, and now it’s too late.

“Why can’t we go to this shop?” Tom questions and points to a floral shop next to him. “Or the one down the street?”

Harrison smiles to himself. “Because I know a shop that has really beautiful flowers.”

“And a really beautiful girl works there,” Tom adds to Harrison’s response, but the blonde doesn’t react.

“If I’m going to be late for my date, it’s your fault,” Tom announces a few minutes later.

Harrison rolls his eyes. “You won’t be late.”

Tom jogs up to Harrison, a questioning look on his face. “Why do you want to go back? Do you want to see her again?”

The blonde doesn’t answer again, only letting out a quiet sigh. Tom nudges him with his elbow, eyebrows raised and finally Harrison breaks.

“Yes, I want to see her again,” he mumbles, “she was... cute.”

Tom grins from one ear to the other. “Are you blushing, mate?” he jokes and points to Harrison’s cheeks.

Harrison slaps his hand away, which only makes the brunette laugh. “I hate you.”

With anxiousness bubbling in his body, Harrison opens the door to the familiar flower shop, and you lift your head at the sound of the soft bell, immediately locking eyes with the blonde boy.

Your eyes grow big and for a second you forget how to breath. “Hi,” you mumble quietly as he walks over to you.

“Hi,” he repeats and runs a hand through his blonde locks.

Your best friend next to you is eyeing the blonde and you with a confused expression until it suddenly makes click in her head.

“Oh my god! It’s him!”

You shoot your head around to give her a death glare, and the boy on the other side of the table just chuckles. How embarrassing working with your best friend can be.

Turning around to the blonde boy you already have a little crush on, you can’t hold back a smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I have to get some flowers for my mate, Tom. He has a date in like half an hour,” the blonde explains and points to the brunette guy outside the door, and your eyes instantly wide again.

“Is that Tom-?!”

He nods, a laugh escaping his lips at your reaction. “Tom Holland.”

You blink a few times at the boy in front of you. “You’re friends with Tom Holland?” you ask matter-of-factly. “So you’re really famous?” You facepalm yourself. “Now it makes sense why you came here with two kinds of bodyguards.”

The blonde continues to laugh softly, and you think to yourself that you could hear that sound for the rest of your life. “Yeah, I had a photo shooting last week, that’s why I needed the flowers.” He lifts his arm and extends his hand over the table, “I’m Harrison.”

You take his hand and hold it for a second too long. It’s warm and a bit clammy, but you don’t mind. “Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you, y/n.”

“Nice to meet you too, Harrison,” you smile.

Walking around the table, you stop next to Harrison and let your eyes wander over all the flowers you have in the little store.

“You know, it’s really cute that he gets her some flowers,” you say, deep in thoughts. “Most people don’t do that anymore.”

“I would get every girl I have a date with flowers.”

You send him a quick side glance. “So you go on a lot of dates?”

Harrison’s eyes wide in surprise. “That’s- that’s not what I meant,” he explains quickly and fumbles around with his hands.

“It’s okay, I get it,” you laugh, “you’re famous, so there are a lot of girls who would kill to meet you.”

The blonde rubs his neck uncomfortably. “I guess?”

With a small smile, you change the subject. “So what flowers do he want?”

Harrison shrugs. “I don’t know,” he chuckles, “again.”

You bite your lip, thinking about what flowers a girl would be excited about. You steal a glance at him. “Well if you were on a date, what flowers would you get?” you ask him.

“Tulips,” he replies without missing a beat.

You chuckle. “Those are my favorites.”

Harrison tilts his head and smirks down at you. “I know, that’s why I would get you some.”

Tom suddenly walks into the shop, but Harrison doesn’t even notice him. “Haz!” he shouts and the blonde turns around with rolled eyes. “Hurry the fuck up, I’m gonna be late!”

“What about yellow roses?” you suggest, and Harrison moves his attention back to you. You try to hide your rosy cheeks from him as you point to the flowers.

Harrison looks at you and smiles, totally noticing your blush. “Sure.”

You pick out a few roses as Harrison walks over to some pink ones and takes two of them out. “Do you think they look good together?” He mumbles and holds the roses up.

“Of course,” you smile.

The blonde passes you the pink roses, your fingers touching for a second, and you put them to the other yellow roses, also adding a bit green. You walk back to the table to put the flowers together into a neatly, beautiful bouquet, and Harrison watches you intently, interest showing on his face.

As you wrap the bouquet into the brown paper, Tom’s head appears in the door. The brunette sends you a gentle smile, and you mention for Harrison to turn around. When he does, Tom points to the watch on his wrist, mentioning for Harrison that it’s time to go.

Harrison looks back at you, a sad expression washing over him. “I guess I have to go.”

You nod, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. “See you around?” you ask quietly.

He mirrors your smile. “Definitely.”

There is a question laying on his tongue but he can’t bring himself to say it out loud.

“Oh my god, Harrison!” The brunette punches him against his upper arm. “That was your chance!”

“I know!”

Tom pinches the bridge of his nose. “Then why the hell didn’t you ask her out?”

Harrison shrugs, his cheeks getting hot. “I don’t know... I was nervous.”

Letting out a long sigh, Tom eyes his best friend up and down. “Well, looks like you have to go back another time.”

This time Harrison feels even more nervous than last time. He wipes his sweaty hands against his jeans as he stands in front of the store, watching you walk around and clean everything up. He’s a second away from turning around and walking back home, not being ready to ask you on a date.

But you notice the blonde before he can translate his plan into action.

You open the door and grin up at him. “Hi, Harrison.”

“Hi, y/n,” he waves softly.

Leaning against the door frame, you let your eyes wander over his handsome face, your heart beating faster in your chest. “Are you coming in? Or not?” you ask, a chuckle leaving your lips. Harrison’s blue eyes meet yours. “You’ve been lurking at the door for ages.”

“Um,” he swallows, “I’m coming in.”

You step aside to let him into the little shop. “What flowers do you need today?” you chuckle and nudge him softly.

Harrison’s face turns to you, and you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker around nervously. He clears his throat and pushes his clammy hands into his jeans pockets. “Orange tulips,” he whispers a minute later, “I need orange tulips.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Did you find another girl that likes orange tulips?” you joke as you kneel down in front of the flowers.

His mind turns blank and the only thing he hears is his fast beating heart. He curses himself for being so nervous around you.

Harrison opens his mouth and closes it instantly after, only to open it again. And then he just blurts the question out. “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

Your head shoots around to him immediately, your eyes wide in surprise. You stand up in front of him, a big smile curving up on your mouth.

“You don’t have-”

“I would love to go on a date with you, Harrison,” you grin before he can say anything.

The blonde lets his head fall back, a relieved sigh leaving his lips. “Thank god!” he mumbles, which makes you giggle.

“I have a break in ten minutes, if you want to-”

He meets your eyes, a genuine and bright smile taking over his face. “You don’t even have to ask,” he says, his eyes warm and so perfect blue that they make your knees go weak.

Love at first sight was never imaginable for you until he walked into the shop two weeks ago and made you fall in love with his eyes and soft smile.

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dovenymph · 3 years

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little lune

authors note: inspired by @soulmemesarc birthday prompts!🥳🎂 also this is unedited sorry for any typos

" no no no! breakfast in bed for the birthday girl/boy/angel! lie down, let me take care of this... "

" so there's this tradition. a law, really. i have to kiss you as many times as your age. so prepare yourself, babe. "

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you and harrison really didn’t have much in common.

this, you discovered, on your first date. he’d seen you at his neighborhood coffee shop on multiple occasions and prayed each day that you couldn’t see the infatuation building in his eyes, hoping one day soon, he’d’ve built up the courage to finally talk to you.

and you both thank god that that day had come and you spent nearly the entire day tucked away in the corner of the cafe talking about everything and anything.

he loved dogs, liked to consider himself a dog dad, even though the blue-grey staffy he showed you just over one million pictures of, technically belonged to his best friend. you on the other hand, grew up with cats curled up at your feet.

harrison could stay out all night, and did most weekends! very used to having to scrub last nights remnants off his body in the mornings and piecing together the events through blurry instagram stories. whereas, you were much more lowkey. always down for a good time, but couldn’t really stand the feeling of other people’s sweat on you while packed in a crowded club

despite this, the two of you fit together like puzzle pieces. like he was the sun, and you were the moon.

when harrison first brought up the comparison, you laughed and teased him for being such a cliche but when he smiled down and replied with “just for you, my little lune”

your face burned under his palms as he spoke the pet name so adoringly and with so much kindness in his eyes. and in that moment, you both knew that your differences in opinion were trivial and the only thing that mattered was you both bonded over your growing affection.

there was one thing you both had in common though and that was sleep.

you could sleep for hours each, harrison very proudly bragging that his record was 18 hours straight.

whenever you went over to his house, he immediately locked the two of you in his room, receiving many suggestive comments from his roommates about the nature of your activities, but in reality he just locked his arms around you and took you to dreamland with him as the two of you slept the day away.

so it was no surprise that that was the position you both were in right now, the morning of your birthday slipping away like a handful of sand through open fingertips.

soon enough though, the ring of your phone had gone off too many times for you to ignore and you had to wake up and face the multitude of happy birthday calls you were receiving, without a doubt waking your boyfriend in the process.

“mmm, tell them to fuck off” he muttered as your cousin wished you a happy birthday, the phone being passed around to all your relatives.

“can’t babe, m’family’s callin’”

“b-but… we haven’t had a birthday snuggle yet”

the softness in his tone (his teddy bear persona being reserved for your eyes only) practically melted you “almost over, m’love”

five minutes later, the last of your cousins and aunts and uncles had wished you a happy birthday and you hung up, the multiple conversations taking away any last shreds of slumber.

you looked over at haz who had his face smushed into the pillow, his soft, blond hair swept into his face, looking as delicate as ever. his hands involuntarily twitching at the comforter as they called out for yours to intertwine with.

with a smile you cautiously slipped off the bed, but he still awoke anyways, poking his head up like a child. “where ya going?”

“to start the kettle, go back to sleep.”

“no no no!” he whined “breakfast in bed for the birthday girl. lie down, let me take care of this.” he dragged himself out of bed, placed a tender and loving kiss to your forehead before shoving you to the mattress and throwing the covers over your entire body, leaving you nothing but a giggling white sheet.

his heart soared in his chest at the sound as he made his way to your kitchen. he’d only been over your place a few times, your relationship still relatively new. so he tried his best to quietly turn on the kettle and then locate your pots and pans to get started on a birthday breakfast for you.

as he was flipping the pancakes, he started thinking about making a little smile with the strawberries and that brought a little smile to his face.

he barely recognized himself when he was around you. he was so lovesick, so head over heels for you. unlike he’d ever been with any of his previous girlfriends.

your relationship wasn’t in the early stages per-say, he openly called you his girlfriend, and you your boyfriend, but he still felt the need to impress you, he still felt nerves creep in his stomach before every date. the honeymoon stage, as some liked to call it. the comfortability was just around the corner, he was sure of it. but until then, he liked to keep you on your toes.

placing the meal on a tray and walking back to your bedroom, he thought to later tonight and bit his lip. he had planned something for you, something grand. it was a little much for your first birthday spent together, but he only realized that after everything was payed for; but you deserved it. you deserved all the magnificent things life had to offer, and he would fall to his knees in order to be the one to give them to you. so he hoped you would like it.

“happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my darling, happy birthday to you” he sung as you looked up at him from under the covers.

“thank you, lovie. it looks great.” you smiled and he carefully placed the tray on your lap, crawling up next to you.

“anything for you, lune.” he spoke with a kiss to your lips.

that was how the morning progressed, bites of pancake shared here and there, syrup flavored kisses peppered in between.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

haz’s wet chest was pressed against your back in the bath. the room scented vanilla and filled to the brim with bubbles and candlelight.

“what do you want to do later today, haz?”

“anything you like sweetness, you’re the birthday girl.”

“hmm, nothing planned big guy?” you teased, and he splashed a little water on your exposed torso.

“of course i do… but, it’s still your day, you can do whatever you want.” he replied, pressing kisses to your neck.

“whatever i want?”

“mmhmm, have whatever, do whatever… have me do whatever you want… to you” he spoke, voice deep and kisses hard.

your heart rate picked up, sure he could sense it as he pressed his tongue to your pressure point, gasping you consented with “i like the sound of that”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

“haz… can you at least slow down???”

“sorry! sorry! it’s not my fault i swear!” he retorted, swerving in and out of his lane.

“yeah well i can’t exactly tell now can i?” you snapped, feeling around the blindfold he insisted you wore

“hey! don’t mess with it! we’re almost there!” harrison looked over at you and worried his bottom lip in nervousness. the location was only down the road and every possibility was running through his head. did he invite enough of your friends? sure you got along with his housemates and coworkers, but he didn’t want you to feel awkward at your own party. was it too much, would you feel too pressured?

he turned into the parking lot and took a deep breath, you were here now, so it was now or never. “can i take it off now?”

“yes, sweetness.”

you yanked it off and immediately looked around, face contorting in confusion.

“cmon, it’s around the corner.” he grabbed your hand and started to make his way.

“i- i hope you like it. if you don’t that’s fine, we can do something else. i swear! no pressure really, this, this is really just an idea. but i thought it seemed fun, so i, yeah, again, i just hope you like it.” he rambled, about to add on another reassurance that you could leave whenever you wanted when your gasp interrupted him.

“woah…” you took in the field before you. fair games, food trucks, rides and even a ferris wheel covered the entire ground. your friends already enjoying the festivities.

“haz this… this is amazing…” your head snapped towards his as you thew yourself into his arms. “th-thank you so much, oh my god!”

harrison knew that if you weren’t anchoring him in that moment, he would’ve floated to heaven. you were so sweet and happy, he was more than elated.

“it’s all for you, babe. let’s go enjoy, yeah?” he said, pride running through his veins at the good job he did.

you found your friends, all giving you bear hugs and dragging you away from harrison to go on rides. he didn’t mind, he got to spend all day with you, and you were too good not to share.

he sat at one of the picnic benches as tom brought over two slices of pizza. “mate, i gotta say, this is fucking awesome”

harrison beamed at him at the compliment. “yeah i know!”

tom laughed and shook his head, “wanna call you a smug div, but honestly, y’should be proud of yourself.”

harrison felt his cheeks warm at his friends words. “thanks mate, i- i’m just glad she likes it.”

tom let out a *whapush* noise, “so whipped.” and harrison just rolled his eyes, but bit back any denials. he was whipped for you. not only did the thousands in pounds he spent for tonight prove it, but the way his heart danced in his chest at the mere though of you, did too.

“yeah, i guess i am” he smirked, meeting tom in a fist bump and beelined towards you.

you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind as you spoke to your friend, her eyes lighting up at the scene.

“mind if i steal her for a moment?” he asked, giving your friend his best puppy eyes, to which she giggled and shook her head, sending you a wink on her way.

“y’alright, birthday girl?” he muttered, head buried in your neck.

“more than alright. thank you again haz, i really, i really don’t know how i can make this up to you.”

he spun you around in his arms and gave you a passionate kiss, trying to convey all his love through it, hopefully telling you that you didn’t have to make anything up to him, that he’d buy you the earth if it’d make you smile.”

when he pulled away, you stared up at him like he was a figure from your dreams and he thinks you understood him.

“cmon, let’s go on the ferris wheel!”

“lead the way, lune.”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

the night sky surrounded you both as you at at the top of the ferris wheel, looking down at the city.

“so…,” harrison began. you hummed in response and he squeezed your clasped hands together.

“so there's this tradition. a law, really. i have to kiss you as many times as your age. so prepare yourself, babe.”

you laughed and scooted impossibly closer to him, “oh yeah?”

“mmhmm! now remember, i don’t make the laws, only enforce them.”

he began to count upwards from one and kiss your lips. some soft and light, others held out and leaving you a little breathless.

“so many kisses tonight, i love it”

“well there’s more where that came from.” he said, “now where was i? oh right, 16…”

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imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

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sorry seems to be the hardest word (2) - teaser

Hey everyone! Since I am not as productive as I wanted to be. I've decided to give you a little teaser of "sorry seems to be the hardest word" part 2. I am thinking of naming this part differently since we are going in a whole different direction of the plot. You even can propose a name for that in my ask box! I obviously leave you the suspense in connection with the established survey. But to give you a hint: the "Tom Holland and technology" that I am, don't know how to use google form and forgot to close the answers. I only realized that today. You were therefore able to determine who has a crush on reader and a choice finally stood out (and it is different from the one initially planned on the closing date of the votes). It changes the game of my current writing. What a div I am! Hope you enjoy this little sneak peek. Don't hesitate to like, reblog, giving me review (my ask box is open and i like to chat with you!) - love u ! xx

ღღღ Restoring a relationship of trust and regaining the bond that you both had was particularly difficult. You had to learn to find your place in Harrison's life, but also in his relationship with Grace. You were roommates and friends, but it was complicated to plan meetings with Harrison's busy schedule. Between his job search after the cancellation of his Netflix series, his photo shoots, his dates with Grace, those with his family. It was getting harder and harder to find a moment to reunite with the two of you. It was without counting your schedule.

You were supposed to meet at noon for lunch at that restaurant Harrison told you about where he took his mother earlier this year, for Mother's Day. You felt uncomfortable going to such a place. It was very fancy; you had taken a look at the menu and you knew in advance that you would not be able to afford to split the bill. That was sometimes one of the downsides of being friends with Tom and Harrison. They sometimes forgot that their salary was significantly higher than yours. After all, they were still simple, good-natured guys, never saying no to a quick takeout meal or ordering pizza, drinking a beer at the local pub. And sometimes, they offered to go to prestigious places, not paying attention to money, wanting to please their friends or family.

Currently you were in your room. You were throwing countless of clothes across the room, trying to choose what you could wear to this lunch. Harry stopped dead when one of your dresses flew out of your room, right in front of his nose, blocking his way. You had left your door open and your spontaneity got the better of your best friend.

“Easy, Tiger. I had no idea your clothes had the capacity of Dr. Strange's cape.” He joked before coming into your bedroom.

You turned to find Harry leaning against your doorframe, a smirk encrusted on his face. You gave him an unamused frown and his smile widened. This wasn’t funny at all; you were stressed as hell. It’s not like you still had feelings for Harrison and try to impress him – to be honest, you still had feeling for your friend, but not as intense as before, you had drawn a definitive line on the possibility of a romantic relationship with him, which had helped you a lot. – But you didn’t want to be dressed down and looked like a clown.

“Come on Munchkin, it’s just a lunch. At worst, Harrison can still make it looks like he invited you out for charity, sort of “Make a Wish” event” Harry joked, in his significant humor.

“Go to hell, Robert. Don’t you have a pack bag to make, mister “I’m going to Spain to help my superstar brother to hold his tea while he’s filming”?”

“Rude… I’m a film director, now”

You smiled at his cute pretending offended face. You pouted mockingly before biting your lip. You loved the dynamics of your relationship so much. Your humor, sarcasm, your outspokenness, that's what brought you together. Harry pulled you lightly from your closet with a comforting wink. He chose Yves Saint Laurent poppy red wool jersey flared pants that Tom gave you on your birthday. You smiled at his choice. You liked these pair of pants because they were sparkling with vitality, the color was flamboyant. Harry then gave you a satin pearl-colored shirt from Zara and you laughed at the drastic brand difference.

“Oh I see. A classy look but no more than £ 1000 that's pretty smart,” you joked.

The choice of your outfit once again proved the reality of hanging out with wealthy people. You were not poor; you could even be grateful for the life you had had. But it would never occur to you to give your friends clothes that were going over the miles and cents. To be honest, you wanted it. You wanted to live up to the gifts your friends sometimes gave you. But the truth seemed quite different: you had cried over the price of a used Rolex you wanted to give Tom for his birthday. Even having saved for 6 months, you could not afford such a gift.

“Shut up, don’t be so dramatic. Wear that necklace Harrison gave you for Christmas. I’m sure you’ll look fine”

“Thank you,Baz…I guess. ”

You kissed his cheek and then invited him out of your room so you could get ready. When you were finally ready, you walked to Tom's room. He had offered to take you to the restaurant where you were to join Harrison. But when you got to his ajar door, you could hear the soft sound of a slight snoring. You let out a chuckle before ordering an Uber. You knew he had spent almost a full month in Los Angeles and hadn't returned until early last week. You wanted to leave him as much as possible alone so that he could rest before his trip to Spain for the reshoots of his film Uncharted. Tom was a boy who loved being in touch with those close to him, but you also felt his need to recharge his batteries. That's why you preferred to let him sleep.

You went down to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water before leaving. When your Uber arrived, you left a note on the refrigerator to let the boys know you were safely gone. It was little everyday things that made you look normal that you enjoy. A post-it on the fridge, a table organizing household chores had been drawn up. Remember to yourself; It was Harrison's turn to take care of the laundry.

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dak-attack · 3 years

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My Dream Future With Harrison

We’ll be engaged forever cause we forget about planning a wedding and we’ll probably have our first kid before we are actually married. We’d go on morning runs together and go on gym dates and he’d always want to take a picture or video to put on his insta story. We’ll go on dates every Friday night and he’ll always want to dress up and go to a fancy restaurant but will settle to us watching a movie on the couch with a bottle of wine. He’ll always make a big deal about our anniversary and he’ll try to make dinner but end up taking me out cause he doesn’t think it’s good enough for me to eat for our anniversary. We will have a pool in our back yard and he’ll always throw the kids in and dunk them in the water and we will have one of those pool basketball hoops and he’ll play with the kids while I read on the side or i’ll be in the hot tub that we also have but then he’ll come over and pick me up and throw me in the pool and the kids will laugh and i’ll get mad but then he’ll give me a kiss and say he just wanted to be with me and then i’ll pull him in for a hug and dunk him in the water.

Check out my futures with the other boys

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fanficparker · 3 years

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A GAME OF DIAMONDS AND HEARTS // H.O.

>> CHAPTER TWO

"The reward of sin is death? That’s hard." - Doctor Faustus, Marlowe

(Frenemies to Lovers! Mob AU! ) Harrison Osterfield x Fem!OC

Word count: 2.45k words

Warning: Swearing, jerk behaviour, keeping hostage, guns, blood and violence, sexual tension.

Synopsis: After the sudden death of his uncle and the eccentric multi-millionaire mafia king Lufian Clarke, Harrison Osterfield’s almost decent life is mostly devastated especially when half of what should be rightfully his fortune is transferred to their immediate rival for reasons he doesn’t know. What’s remaining is him trying to figure out how to deal with this collaboration of two rival corporations that don’t belong together and work on the side of the woman he never knew would ever be referred to as his partner in crime while they are dragged into a mess bigger than what they were trained to handle.

<< ONE [ MASTERLIST ] THREE >>

"Kill her."

Harry coughed. Twice.

"You know that's not possible," because if it was, wouldn't they have eliminated all their rivals already? The mafia was no easy business. It was equivalent to living on the edge without a rope tied to your waist to pull you back in case you fall off the cliff. Rather there was a rope tied to your ankle, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pull you down.

Harrison licked his dried lips as he rose from the desk, stepping closer to him. "Yeah and that's why Tom should be here, not you." He paused for a moment before mumbling: "Kid," amusement crossing his sharp features.

Harry's stomach rumbled with anger. Oh, and you are an obtuse twenty-four-year-old crazy old man who is also a big ass jerk.

He wanted to punch that grimace off his face.

The only reason he was a part of the mafia was that he believed in Clarke's philosophy, his ideology, his way of dealing with things but with Harrison on board, was it even the same anymore?

Harrison crossed the nineteen-year-old, barging into the door to exit the room. "Ask Tom to meet me in the car at seven. And until then I don't want a single soul near myself." He stated before putting a foot out of the door.

Harry expected to hear his departing footsteps but Harrison rather took a foot back, meeting the redhead's eyes with a steady gaze.

"And from next time," He warned, "knock before you enter." And with that he left, his footsteps echoing behind him.

All Harry could do was clench his fist.

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It was a business agreement but it felt more like a marriage. An unwanted, forceful one. One where you hated your spouse to the moon and back and yet had to lose a part of your bed, life and love.

Why would you ever do this to me, Clarke? Why would you?! The anger and frustration bubbling inside his chest were too much to handle. He had left along with Tom and had captured one of Dino's closest men.

Dino was one of their new clients and had lately caused a lot of trouble from not paying the amount he owed to actually trying to fly off Europe.

If it was for any other day, Harrison wouldn't even bother handling Dino or any of his men by himself but today he needed a punching bag. A punching bag on whom he could pour all his pent up rage out. Beat his torment off another person's bones. That made sense to him.

He had dragged the man in the dark of the abandoned warehouse— the place Dino once used as a storage for his illegal weapons. The place he had tried to erase, pretend that it never existed.

Tom tied him to the chair for enquiry but Harrison was in no mood for that. He had already made up his mind. He didn't even let the man lift up his head to comprehend what was happening before Harrison's fist made a sharp contact with his jaw, knocking him to the floor along with the chair.

Tom watched from the side as Harrison grabbed the man's shirt, now dusty and violated with stains of fresh blood mixed with spit, establishing the chair back on the cemented floor with a thud. "Ask your boss to show up, will you?" He raised his voice several octaves as if to mock him for being so weak and helpless.

With blood sputtering between the guy's teeth, he tried to speak, "I--"

But Harrison instantly cuts in, circling around his chair, "Oh wait. What can you even do? You are useless for both me and Dino. That's why Dino left you here. He doesn't give a fuck if you live or die." He halted his steps and pulled the man's hair, sharply forcing his head back, jarring his neck, painfully stretching the muscles of his throat before spatting into his face, "You hear that? You. Are. Worthless."

And then he again swung his fist across his face, just this time he didn't stop. His knuckles throbbed with the sharp collision of bone against bone. His skin turned bright blue hidden by red. God, it felt good.

"We don't wanna kill him." Tom reminded, voice laced with disgust. This was brutal even for Harrison.

"I want to." He groaned, fisting his hands in the man's shirt.

"And here I wondered, Clarke's scion would be smarter."

His neck snapped at the voice. The source of the words— the silhouette emerged from the door, her heels hitting against the cemented floor as she strolled towards the blue light that filled the otherwise dark room.

Harrison recognised the voice well, he didn't need to wait for it to materialise into human form but he also didn't want to hear it, let alone see the person whom it belonged to. Somethings are inevitable, anyway.

"What are you doing here?" Tom was the first one to speak, his eyes focused on the woman who stood just a few feet apart from them, her shoulder-length dark hair sitting as a tight ponytail, high on her head, giving her the illusion of height.

She crossed her arms over her midsection, one foot slightly ahead of the other and let out a breath. "That's not a question, you ask your boss. Especially in that tone." Her words were sharp but not her voice or tone for that matter. For an outsider or an amateur, it would appear as if she was just there to ridicule the two boys. Yeah, in some way, it was true except for the 'just' part. Both Tom and Harrison were neither an outsider nor amateurs to read into that. They knew why she was here.

Harrison asked anyway, swallowing his boiling rage, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Her lips twisted into a half grin. "Well, you can ask that though."

The small laughter that followed her words made a muscle tick in his jaw. He was this close to snapping. Snapping to no avail. Snapping for vain. She had won. She had won his prize and there was nothing he could do to reclaim it. He couldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that she got him. No, she didn't. He reminded himself. No one could.

"I just came to check on you guys. Also, considering the fact that none of you noticed me standing right outside this room..." She looked over her shoulder, pointing a finger at the door, "Anyone could have shot you dead right there."

"And oh my god!" She gasped upon turning back to the scene, her voice infused with fake concern, "What have you done to this poor soul?"

The tension that hung between them had managed to make the muffled cries of the fourth person inaudible to the three pair of ears in the room. Maybe because he was the rat rather than the conventional elephant, people were so used to address.

"He is my client," Harrison growled, low in his throat— a thinly veiled attempt at trying to keep things civil.

"Not just yours." She corrected, flashing a small smile in his direction, more of a grimace, walking towards the man tied to the chair. The two guys watched her with narrowed, questioning eyes as she removed her coat, the draping neckline of her red top doing the bare minimum to cover anything.

She slouched across his chair, wiping the blood from the corner of his lip, softly smearing it across his cheek.

"Is this bad boy bullying you?" She momentarily shot a glance at Harrison. The man nodded, too afraid and too injured to speak.

Clicking her tongue in disdain, she gripped his chin tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she pushed the chair to the back, supported only by one of her heels. He jerked in his bonded state.

She leaned near his face, her breath tickling in his ear. "Why not better start behaving then?" She whispered, her lips brushing against the side of his face. "I don't like pretty faces as yours harmed."

Her finger traced over his lower lip, her nail scratching his wound in ways more sensual than painful. "Will you comply?" Her eyes flickered down to his lips.

He nodded instantly and desperately. He was charged up; her scent was filling his senses. When her eyes were back to his face, his slid to take a peek at her cleavage, a mixture of fear and excitement dotting his sweltering forehead with beads of sweat.

"Good boy," she muttered and dragged her foot away from the chair, installing him back to where they had started.

"P-Please..." The guy managed to utter when she moved away, urgency evident in his voice. A triumphant grin got pasted over her face in response, making her laugh at his needy request.

Harrison could bet that the guy had a mild erection even in his blood ridden pathetic state. The scene almost made him puke. Where he was using force and blood, she was using her body, sex as a weapon. Definitely not his way of working. Yet, he failed to suppress the dull tightening sensation in his abdomen—and the part below it.

She walked up to him, pulling her hair down, brushing them with her fingers. Her laughter had long subsided but its residue was still echoing in his head. He hated that. He hated her.

"Doesn't it spark old memories, Osterfield?"

His face flickered with annoyance. It was in his best interest to ignore her words.

"Let's talk over at dinner." She offered, carrying her coat on her elbow. Yeah, they very much needed to talk even when he didn't prefer it. So, he walked out of the room, waiting for her to follow.

"You should seriously take him back to wherever you picked him from." She instructed Tom as if Harrison wasn't enough for him to deal with.

***

"We had a reservation," she smiled at the hostess, "by the name of Sandhya Omar." Harrison, on the other hand, was somehow managing not to kill. Her, specifically.

The hostess smiled back, taking a glance at the register in her hand, "Welcome, Ms. Omar. Let me escort you to your table." She smiled at Harrison too. He didn't appreciate the gesture.

She led them to a table perfectly designed for two, for a date perhaps, placed on a quiet, dimly lit balcony. Harrison removed his blazer, hanging it over the chair before folding the sleeves of his beige-coloured shirt over his arms and occupying the seat. The hostess dragged Sandhya's chair, letting her sit.

She mumbled a quiet thank you.

"A waiter will be here shortly." She informed and left. She didn't lie; not a minute had passed and the waiter was already there, passing them two menus and pouring clear champagne into their flutes. Before he could proceed to light the candles decorated over the table, Harrison interrupted:

"We don't need that."

"Of course we need that, darling." She cuts in, smiling so pleasantly at him, just like a cat would smile at a canary.

It was the waiter who smiled back, at both of them, actually. "I will come back for the orders when you both are ready."

"Thank you. We will take some time, though."

"No worries, Ms. Saan—dha—ya."

"Just call me Sandy, it's fine." She shrugged away his absurd pronunciation of her name. The waiter just passed her an apologetic smile, walking away, leaving them in solitude, surrounded by nothing but luxury and privacy.

"Talk?" Harrison began.

"What?" She pretended to be clueless.

It was a game for her.

Not for him.

"You wanted to talk."

"You don't?"

He wasn't having it. So, she simply rolled her eyes, choosing to initiate. "Okay... I will start," she let out a breath, "My mob wants me dead because they want what I have inherited."

Funny, they and Harrison were on the same page.

"And you walked here alone?" He quirked a brow.

She slumped in her chair, one foot crossed over her knee, "You see, I am not alone." Her hands gestured at him.

He snorted. Ridiculous.

"You seriously think that I want you any less dead than them?"

"Yeah."

"That's foolish." He leaned across the table, elbows pressing against the wood, "I'd kill you the second I'd get the chance." He stressed certain syllables, gritting his teeth in fury. His tone dripped scorn.

"No, you won't. You need me." She stated as a matter-of-fact, straightening her back.

"You wish." He replied quickly, scoffing at her misplaced confidence.

Her phone on the table vibrated, providing them with the much needed break from cocking their verbal guns at each other. The sneer on her face vanished in a heartbeat, quickly replaced by fear as soon as her eyes scanned the glowing screen. She tapped the dial on her watch before leaning across the table.

"Listen carefully..."

He didn't.

Her hands grabbed his collar, pulling his face closer to hers, tautly stretching the fabric of his shirt, "Your life is at threat too!"

Her eyes glanced at her watch again.

"Four minutes and they'll be here." The slight flicker of the candle burning across the table animated a dance of shadows on their faces, projecting the fearful vibrations in her stomach onto the surface. "For both of us," she clarified, their face centimeters apart.

He laughed pulling himself back, not considering her words any worthy of his contemplation, smoothening the creases she had created on his otherwise crisp shirt. But she was quick to pull him again, not allowing his eyes to focus on anything else but her.

"This is no drill, Harrison." She warned, her dark eyes cold and hard and locked on his blue ones.

"In four--three minutes, there will be a smoke bomb thrown below our table, and that's our only chance to escape. Take the left side, use the pipes to climb down as quickly as possible. A car will be waiting for you at the side of the street."

He squinted his eyes in disbelief, an expression of boredom covering his face. "Why would I trust you?"

She sighed, pulling a compact case, keeping it between them, the mirror facing his side. His pupils dilated noting the reflection on it. It was the reflection of a person, holding a sniper rifle, standing on the rooftop of the building across them.

A chill crept through his heart. Their eyes met again.

In a tone that lacked any hesitation and provided no explanation, she gave away the second part of the answer, "Because Clarke didn't die... He was murdered."

Yeah, people like Clarke don't just die.

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landothemuppet · 3 years

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Harrison Osterfield Navigation

NAVIGATION TOOLS:

FLUFF: ~

ANGST: *

Virtual Pining: Harrison Osterfield x Reader SMAU ~

Description: Social Media AU in which Harrison and Reader (Hailee Steinfield faceclaim) are friends who are mutually pining for one another and their friends can tell but they won’t admit it and just say it’s playful flirting. Until…

Warnings: minor cursing, mentions of alcohol/drinking.

Haters: Harrison x Reader SMAUs ~*

Description: Social Media AU in which Reader is Haz’s gf but haters make a few mean comments to her online and Haz and the boys jump to her defense.

Warnings: mentions of hate comments/bullying, lowered confidence, cursing, crying, the rest is fluff though!

Period Simulator Preference (Harrison is #4/Last) ~

Description: 817 wc, Harrison notices his girlfriend y/n has been struggling with her period and wants to understand what she is dealing with so he tries a period simulator.

Warnings: mentions of periods (and related subjects like cramps).

Mini Innuendos: Mini- Golf Dates with Harrison (blurb plus SMAU) ~

Description: 2.5k wc blurb/fic on mini-golf dates with Harrison with SMAUs (Social Media AUs) included

Warnings: just fluff and a few minor innuendos mentioned briefly.

TikTok Prank Preference: Stuck Tampon ~

Description: blurb preference based on the viral TikTok prank where the person pretend they have a tampon stuck and need their partner to help them to see how they react.

Warnings: mentions of period related items and topics, minimally suggestive words, otherwise fluff

Two Juggling Divs: A Harrison Osterfield x Reader ~

Description: Harrison attempts to cheer his girlfriend up by juggling

Warnings: none

Facing the Distance - A Harrison Osterfield SMAU ~

Description: Haz has to go film away from home, leaving his gf missing him and Haz missing her. So much fluff and tiny amount of spice

Warnings: some curses and some minor spice/suggestive content

Man Who Can Do Both: Harrison Osterfield x Reader SMAU *~

Description: Haz’s modeling can cause some haters who are insecure in their own masculinity to feel the need to make comments but his gf jumps in to stop it

Warnings: sexist comments, some bullying, a few curse words

Instant Support : Harrison Osterfield x Reader *~

Description: 8k wc, Despite being long-distance, Harrison and Y/N manage to still be there for each other when something happens; such as the loss of a family member. Hurt-Comfort

Warnings: mentions of death/funerals/cremations/and related topics, grief-related topics, sadness, longing, mentions of churches (for funeral/memorial service), maybe a couple curse words, very brief mention of anxiety medication, family drama/tensions

Happily Ever After: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

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

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

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

Description: "You're supposed to be dead", "Yeah, sorry about that" prompts for mult. characters; his is fluff

Warnings: violent video games, video game 'deaths'

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bigilante · 4 years

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ѕтιℓℓ тнє σиє — ραят єιgнт

contents: soft soft soft. words: 2k

: a.n : we’re nearing the end! one more chapter and we’re done! hope you enjoy this part ♡

The boys joined the girls at the pool little after sunset, coaxing them to go out for dinner which didn’t take much effort from them. Tipsy laughs echoed throughout the tightly packed restaurant, the sound bouncing off the stone walls of the houses that hid the establishment, locals and tourists sent the group glances every time a new round of laughs erupted from their table but neither of them cared, well, maybe Charlotte did care a little.

Harrison and y/n were tipsy enough to forget about their boundaries —not that there were much of said boundaries left anyway. The blonde’s hand was resting on her thigh as they finished their food and remained seated for a good chat and a couple more drinks, his hand wasn’t possessive over her limb it just rested there with all its weight but his fingers never curled around the girl’s thigh, his touch gentle like it always was.

Y/n had her own arm tucked under his, her hand gently placed on top of his as she leaned into his shoulder, cheek resting there as she listened to him tell a story about the accident he had on his skateboard when he was in Liverpool. The girl chuckled at the way he so enthusiastically told his tale, her buzzing head thinking in how much she had missed his energy and silliness.

The girl let out a set of quiet giggles as she found herself unable to retrieve her pyjama set with the fuzziness of her brain and the clumsiness of her hands. The cupboard was lined with their clothes, both in hangers and folded on the little shelves yet, it was a challenge for an intoxicated y/n to pick the right shelf that held her sets. Harrison’s cotton tops were the easiest to grab so she carelessly got rid of her top throwing the plain white tee-shirt over her head and shimmying out of her skirt, letting it drop on the floor and not bothering on picking it up instead, she hurried to get under the covers before Harrison came out of the bathroom.

Upon coming out of the bathroom in just a pair of loose, cotton gym shorts Harrison stepped on the clothes y/n had worn to dinner that night, a cheeky smirk tugged at his lips but he didn’t linger there much; too worn off by the day they had and more than ready to get some sleep. Her figure already on the bed made the smirk morph into a sweet smile, god, he had missed seeing her tucked into bed and the fact that he was about to get in there with her made it all better.

He sat at the edge of the bed, fumbling with his phone charger before plugging it into the wall. The clock on his lockscreen read twenty past two in the morning and the sole number made him yawn out of exhaustion. He slowly made himself comfortable under the covers after killing the light from the bedside lamp, the sudden thought of the next day invaded his mind reminding him he never broke the news to the girl laying next to him.

The blonde tossed in the bed to be on his side so he could glance at y/n properly. She was buried under the covers, her face barely poking out but her eyes were still opened and on him. Her fixed glance made him smile promptly, “Hey, gorgeous.” He whispered, he was conscious of how he had been overstepping during dinner but her lack of resistance reassured him it wasn’t at all unwelcomed.

“Hey, gorgeous.” She echoed his words with a sleepy grog on her voice.

“You know how we were set to leave tomorrow?” Harrison asked her, lifting his head to prop it on his fist so he could have a better angle of the girl. Y/n nodded her head, scrambling gently under the covers setting herself closer to him. “When you told me you were coming with me, I tried to get you a flight back but the flight was already overbooked.” Harrison hesitated in his confession, feeling bad for not telling her right away when it happened.

“For how long am I staying behind?” She wondered, reaching her hand out of the covers to fiddle with the charm of his necklace. Her hand gracing his collarbone was a bit cold —for the A/C was blasting, it made his skin get dotted by goosebumps but the last thing he wanted was for her to let go of his chain.

“Just one more night.” He answered softly, trying his best to be as nice as possible, he really didn’t want to upset her with his distraction.

“Okay,” Y/n whispered, moving her gaze from the charm between her fingers to his face. “May I ask something silly?” Her voice was still quiet but her tone held more hope. Harrison agreed immediately. “Can we cuddle for a bit? I’m cold.” Bright eyes shone even in the darkness of the room, of course there were other options to regulate her body temperature like turning down the A/C however, cuddling sounded much more enticing than doing the obvious.

“Of course. C’mere.” He lifted the covers slightly and she didn’t delay scooting flush to his front. Her face fitting perfectly in the crook of his neck and one of her cool hands coming to rest on his chest, right over his pounding heart. Harrison’s own arms wrapped around her body once he properly settled back down on his pillow, hands rubbing her back over her top. It wasn’t long after the first move that he felt her legs begin to tangle with his and with his eyes already closed a drowsy smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Cuddling for a bit turned into being wrapped in each other’s arms the whole night, the sound of his alarm woke him up. His eyes fluttered open slowly, the morning light filling the hotel room made his eyes ache at first, forcing him to blink several times until they got accustomed to brightness. He grumbled lowly when the alarm went off once more, the sound was annoying but the warmth against his cheek was so nice that the last thing he wanted to do was to pull away from the source.

Instead he groaned again —as if that would make the device go mute, and nuzzled further into the warmth. The fresh scent of y/n’s perfume that still lingered on her skin filled his lungs upon taking in the deepest breath. A pair of well known hands gilded over his bare back before coming to thread their fingers through his messy curls and gently scratched his scalp. “Who’s gonna turn that off?” Her voice croaky with sleep inquired. He didn’t answer, he just moved away from the comfort of her chest and rolled onto his back so he could reach his phone and turn the alarm off. His hands came up to rub his face a bit roughly, letting out a long yawn. “We better start to get ready if we want to go out and explore before you leave.” Y/n murmured, reluctantly sitting up in the middle of the bed, letting the duvet bunch up on her lap. Harrison’s hand landed on her back softly, running it down to her hip as he rolled back onto his side, burying his face in her pillow as he let out another groan in protest causing her to giggle.

The girl sighed as she moved out of bed, leaving Harrison alone under the covers. He repositioned his head on the pillow allowing himself to watch her get up, his brows furrowing when he recognised the white top she was wearing as his own, promptly after he noticed how it didn’t get to cover her lower half. At the sight of her bare bottom half his eyes immediately looked up at the ceiling —grant it wasn’t bare-bare, she was in her pants still, it felt inappropriate that he stared.

However he couldn’t do anything about the feeling inside his stomach at the image of her in his clothes again after all the time he had been dreaming of it. He wouldn’t ask questions as to why she had one of his tee-shirts on, he liked it; loved it even. A huff of air puffed out his cheeks and he grabbed a pillow to hide his surely blushing face under it as he listened to y/n get in the shower.

Soon after breakfast the group walked around the beautiful city, taking every photo opportunity they came across and just enjoying the last few hours of their little weekend away. Y/n’s hand barely let go of Harrison’s and if she did let go of him was solely to bring her camera up to capture something immediately returning to its rightful place, lacing her fingers with his and he gladly allowed it. There was a part of him that told him a million times to not get too comfortable, that they were pretending after all and that he actually wasn’t hers but there was a larger part of him that screamed for him to do something about it. He could tell she wasn’t pretending and he for sure wasn’t either.

Their initial boundaries had slowly disappeared the longer they spent in each other’s company and he knew it wasn’t simple friendly behaviour, there was this unspoken love underlining their actions and words to each other, granted; he was still deeply connected with her and it was obvious that so was she, in such wise he felt encouraged to get her back before the trip ended, he didn’t want to go back home and take separate paths again.

Little before their flight, the group returned to the hotel to pick their bags up from their rooms, returning to the lobby so they could hail a ride to the airport. "I'm sorry I couldn't get you a flight for today," Harrison apologised, as they walked down the clean looking lobby.

"Don't worry, H. It's known I need that extra night in here." She snickered lightly, "Besides, you did enough at getting everything sorted for me to come, so... Yeah." They reached the doors where his family was waiting and only then she realised he had no luggage with him.

"Well, see you guys back home, yeah?" Tobias said when he finished loading everyone's bags in the booth of the uber, y/n’s brows furrowed slightly at the comment but she quickly brushed it off as the girls started to converse with her.

"Yeah, man. Text me when you land." Harrison requested, giving his brother a hug, followed by his cousins, sister in-law and finally Charlotte. "See you guys tomorrow." The blonde waved them goodbye as they began to get in the big car, y/n settled beside him doing the same gesture as the boy.

"Alright, care to explain why you're not in that car on your way to the airport?" Y/n spoke once the car drove off away from the hotel's curb.

"I wasn't about to leave you here on your own." He retorted casually, he was aware that he omitted that information when he told her about her flight the night before but he sort of wanted it to be a surprise.

"I'm an adult, H. I can take care of myself." She humoured, fully turning on her tiptoes to properly face him instead of the street.

"I know you can. Maybe, I just wanted an excuse to be here alone with you." He shrugged one shoulder while looking down at his feet for a second as he awaited a reaction from the girl he still held feelings for. When an answer delayed reaching his ears he lifted his gaze to find hers already on him; her bottom lip clasped between her teeth evidently trying to fight a grin. "Dinner?” He asked simply, a grin of his own plastered on his face which he did absolutely nothing to hide. Y/n nodded her head positively before wrapping her arms around his middle to shield her face in his chest making him feel that familiar heart rush that only her was able to produce in him.

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