imatechbummerliketomholland - Tumblr blog

imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

Text

I hope this is not a dream - h.h (sstbthw part 3)

Word count: 4276 Warning: angst, swear but i promise you, it's fluffy at the end Pairing : harry holland Request: no. N/A: That's it ! The third and final part is finally here. You voted and I must admit it was really tight. Hope you are not too disappointed and still enjoy it. I apologize for the somewhat rushed and short end! As always, I remind you that English is not my native language. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Like, reblogs to support. You can Love you all! xx Taglist: @angeliquekalampoka , @harryhollandsgirlfriend (-> she's just the reader of all h.h x reader to me!) - if you want to be notified of all my future writings you can add yourself in my taglist : here

part 1 part 2

ღღღ

You slowly pull away from Harry, disappointed that this moment is wasted. You pursed your lips together and then nibbled them as if to catch the taste of this almost kiss. But you could only smell the flavor of your peach lipstick. You looked at Harry dusting his pants with invisible dust, clearing his throat. Tom really couldn't break into a worse time than this. But basically, you were grateful to him. This almost kiss seemed to have brought to light some issues you hadn't suspected. The hotel was not far from the restaurant, so the return trip was not going to take long. Still, you felt like the minutes seemed ages and you would never see the end of this road. None of you spoke. Tom seemed to have understood that he had interrupted a moment between Harry and you. Harry watched his advanced feet, his hands in his pockets. The curly one would sometimes throw glances at you that you tried to avoid. And you? You were looking around, trying in vain not to think about what had just happened. You needed some time to figure out what this almost kiss meant and how you were feeling. For that you were going to have to talk to Harry but you weren't ready for it yet. You have distinguished the facade of the hotel and as in a silent agreement, the three of you have accelerated the pace without making it a brisk walk. When you finally got to the hotel lobby, you stopped, as if to plan what to do next. Harry swallowed hard and looked at his brother.

"I'm going ... I'm going to take Y/N back to her room."

"Of course" Tom said with a knowing smile "I'll be at the bar for a nightcap"

You scratched your elbow while pursing your lips. You didn't want to contradict Harry, but you didn't want to be alone with him just yet. Your mind was far too fuzzy to enter into any discussion with the young man.

"Do you actually mind if I join you, Tom?"

The actor raised his eyebrows in surprise as Harry looked embarrassed and somewhat frustrated. The eldest Holland, as the good brother he was, - metaphorically - held out his hand to his younger brother

"Are you joining us?" he asked politely

"Yeah, no thanks. I'm tired and I'd like to take a look at the photos I took before bed tonight."

You and Tom knew he was lying but you didn't say anything about it. You just nodded. Harry hugged his brother quickly but the moment to say goodbye was more embarrassing. Neither of you knew if you were comfortable kissing each other on the cheek or if a hug would suffice. After a game of a few seconds (two at most) on the best way to say goodbye. Harry hugged you and dared to kiss your cheek, more exactly just below the ear to whisper a few words to you.

"Good night Y/N"

It was nothing fancy, but there was something very personal about it. A simple wish for good night that was fraught with tension. But which one was it? Feeling? Anger? Hope? You watched him make his way to the elevator before he disappeared from your sight. You turned to Tom who was still wearing that knowing smile, his lips pursed together and his eyes sweating mischief.

"So..."

"Oh my god, pay my drink first and we'll talk about it"

You didn't have to tell him anything. He knew. Could you say he was your best friend? In some ways.

Living with the brothers Holland, Harrison and Tuwaine inevitably formed a bond. It was with Harrison, Harry and Tom that you had forged the most bonds. It was a matter of affinity. It wasn't that you didn't like Sam or Tuwaine. They were your closest friends, especially after the personalities of some of your old friends turned out to be "gold digger" - again, living with the Holland people could come with some drawbacks -. But Sam was the most withdrawn of the Holland brothers. He could be eccentric when he wanted to, that was for sure, but sometimes you could see the rift between him and his brothers. To be honest, you just thought Sam didn't want to be associated with Tom as : Spider-man's brother. And that is why he established as much distance as possible - although he loved his brothers -. Sure, he loved the charity he was doing with TheBrothersTrust but it ended there. To you, he was the most "anonymous" of the Hollands brothers by choice and you respected that. But the distance he had established by closing himself off in his "perfectly normal young adult life" had played a role in building your friendship with him. You weren't saying that you appreciate Tom, Harry, and Harrison for their fame. But as contradictory as it sounded, it had made them more accessible. It was strange how your friendship with the boys had been built. One moment you were yelling at a bodyguard for spilling your glass, the next second Harry was inviting you to join him with his brothers and friends, weeks later he wanted to see you every time he was coming out of his house. It was all done so naturally with spontaneous chatter, sending memes from The Office or with sarcasm in very bad taste. And very quickly, you found yourself glued to the hip of Holland & co. You didn't ask for that. You hadn't even expected it when you first met them. And you thought that's what the boys first liked about you and made them keep you in their life. So, obviously, Tom knew you pretty well You sat on one of the sofas in the small living room and neither of you spoke until your drinks were ordered and served.

“Did you have a good night?” Tom asked slyly.

"Pretty good, yes. I liked watching Madrid's busy streets at night."

“Yeah, Madrid’s busy streets, right. I totally could see it. "

"Tom ..."

"Y/N ..."

He narrowed his eyes in mischief. You were okay with that last drink, you wanted to talk about Harry and this almost kiss. But you didn't think your best friend would set foot there so quickly. So, you have decided to play the most boring. It was innocent but you knew it definitely could make him feeling embarrassed.

"By the way, how's Z doing? What a beautiful necklace she wore on Space Jam promo. Don't you think? "

Tom gave you a murderous look. He knew you were joking but he really didn't like to talk about his personal life. Since these photos in early July, he even tried to keep a low profile. There were a lot of rumors, even one with an engagement ring and internet was insane.

"Don't start with that ..."

Your best friend had had a few drinks at dinner and his gaze told you not to push him too hard. You wet your lips and held his gaze. The tension was palpable between you. But you have decided to cut short a possible argument. Tom was known to have some anger issues. Being an actor required knowing how to control your emotions, but your best friend was still struggling on some points. As for you, you had a rather similar character, you could start straight away. A misplaced remark from either of you could trigger cataclysm. You sighed while trying to regain composure.

“Alright Spider-man. But then avoid your sneaky remarks. I'm still trying to figure it out myself, okay?”

"But let me just ask you something.” He started

You nodded to encourage him to continue. The conversation suddenly took on a more serious air. The air had become heavy within seconds. Tom's simple phrase had made you strain. You weren't quite prepared for this conversation but if it gave you a clear view of the situation, you could handle it.

“So, you haven't feeling for Harrison anymore?"

"Omg, why are you all keeping asking me that." You replied with kind of irritation in your voice

“Because I think I interrupted you, almost kissing my brother a few minutes ago, while, the last time I checked, you were in love with my best friend "Tom said sharply.

"That's not why I no longer have feelings for Harrison"

"So what?! You just want to test all the options? Are you going to pounce on me too?"

It was your turn to give him a murderous look. Your brain didn't control your hand, which was holding your glass of whiskey, and which suddenly shot up towards Tom's face. Soaking him in alcohol, shock and shame.

"Asshole" you said in a fit of anger before realizing your gesture.

You widened your eyes, shocked. Okay, the quarrel came out of nowhere. Tom's arguments too, and they were totally invalid. Okay, you've had a fight before. But at this point? The little scene you had just had drew a few glances. You were livid.

His first question, however, was a legitimate one. It was normal to be disoriented to see you getting closer to Harry when not so long ago you were hopelessly in love with Harrison. But it had annoyed you. His brother asked you the same question. You couldn't make feelings go away so easily but you were aware that the blond didn't feel the same way. Harrison was happy with Grace and you were happy for him. Haz was just more important in your life as a friend to spoil your friendship by loving him desperately. So yes, you still had a lot of feelings towards him but these were trying to regress to the stage of Platonic friendship. As you did when Harry didn't make a move toward you the first time you two met.

"I..I'm going up to my room. Good night ... dickhead."

You didn't want to call him by his first name, actually he fully deserved the insult, Tom could be so stupid and arrogant sometimes. The fact is the argue was really stupid, nonsense.

You rushed to the elevator as Tom wiped his face with the hem of his t-shirt. Your heart was racing and now you wanted to know more than anything why Harry had leaned down to kiss you. Because now, in the eyes of one of your best friends, you represented a maneater. It was far from reality and it hurt you terribly. Your feet led us to Harry's room and banged on his door until it opened. Harry opened the door and your gaze fell on his bare chest. You eyes went up to his somewhat sleepy expression. You felt a little ashamed to disturb him now, but it was too late. His expression changed when he noticed the anger and restlessness in your eyes.

"Y/N? Are you okay, love?"

You have held his gaze and are invited to enter, pushing him into his room. You might as well not waste any more time and get to the heart of the matter. You will have no more courage tomorrow than today.

“Why did you almost kiss me earlier?"

Harry looked taken aback at first, he blinked several times to assimilate your question and you made him happy to ask it again when you met his silence as answer.

"Why did you almost kiss me earlier?"

"Why, in your opinion?" he asked you, almost annoyed.

“I don't know, I asked you first!”

Harry was a little angry with you. You'd ignored him on the way home, you'd purposely squeeze out the potential conversation by joining Tom for a nightcap and now you stood in front of him and had the nerve to ask him why he was about to kiss you, earlier this evening. You had tears of frustration at the corners of your eyes. Tom's words affected you more than you wanted to.

"Is that a fucking game you planned with Tom and Harrison?"

"What?" he asked you, confused

"Do you still need to try to figure if I'm just here for fame or something?"

"Y/N what are you talking about?"

"Do you think I would let you kiss me because you think I’m a gold digger?"

Harry ran his hands through his auburn curls, tugging at the tips trying to figure out where the speech was coming from. What had happened at the bar? Why were you talking such nonsense? You had been friends for years now and he had never thought of you that way. Why, all of a sudden, doubts like these were settling in your mind. He was angry that you might think he considers you a gold digger or that he had a plan with his brother and friends to prove it. It was completely insane.

"Why don't you just think I wanted to kiss you because I like you?"

You froze at his words. Did he like you? He liked you. You hadn't made that moment up, he had just spat out the tea. But you didn't understand.

"Why now?"

"Why now, what?"

"Why tell me now? Why have you waited for years?"

"I didn't realize before that I was in love with you… And you had feelings for Harrison."

So now, he was in love with you, not only like you. He. Was. In. Love. How the hell did you fell into this whole situation? It was a brutal turnaround.

"So it happened, all of a sudden?"

You always liked Harry, from the start, way before you met Harrison. His humor, his sarcasm, his arrogant side but his gentle nature. You lovd calling him "little shit" because sometimes that was what he was. But Harry was also the sweetest boy you had ever met. He could laugh at you for your hangover and the next second bring you water bottle, blanket and pain reliever while stroking your head to get your migraine away. But you both pushed each other into the friendzone ... unintentionally. Harry glared at you.

"Not all of a sudden. Y/N, I love you since the day we met. But first, yes, I needed to know if you were friends with me because of Tom's notoriety or for me. I was so happy you just wanted to be friends with me and not asking all time to spend time with all of us. I liked our late-night talk. I love our outings to drink a bubble tea just for the two of us, to talk to you for hours about the trips I made thanks to Tom and the pictures I was able to take during them, without you being never bored. –“

You smiled during his monologue - which he obviously had not finished -. You liked all of these things too.

“And then I introduced you to Harrison. Big fucking mistake because I saw you fall in love with him, wiping all out the chances I would ask you out. And all I wanted during those three fucking years was to see you happy but you weren't. How to tell your best friend - who incidentally has feelings for one of your best friends - that you have feelings for her? Tell me Y/N? It was completely fucked up "

“We’re both fucking idiots.”

You laughed through your tears. Fucking idiots. You slowly approached Harry who gave you a confused look, he took a step back instinctively and you froze. You didn't want to push him. You smiled shyly. He wasn't ready. Were you? You took another step towards him, your hand reaching for his cheek, which you traced with your thumb in a light caress. You could get the hesitation in his eyes. So you simply made a tiny gesture towards him. Like, in a way, opening the door for him to the possibility of a you. You kissed him on his other cheek, just around the corner of the lip before you pulled away.

"Good night, Harry"

You left her room without a word, with a slight smile. Nothing was lost, but all was not yet won.

The return to London came quickly and the love tension between you and Harry was at its peak. After the announcement of his feelings, you gave Harry the opportunity to take another step towards you. He didn't and neither did you. But you had a specific reason for this. You needed to do one thing before you jump into anything.

☙♡❧ You were in this bar, waiting for your friend to come back with your drinks. It had been two weeks since you had returned from Madrid and despite a few events here and there, you had managed to squeeze in a bit for a drink. It was your second beer and you were going to have to be honest.

"I'm glad we were finally able to do this" your friend told you

"Yes, me too ... but I have to tell you a few things."

" Honestly, I suspected it. You're way too tense to be just having a drink with me.”

“Harry almost kissed me in Madrid.”

“Damn it, it's about time.

"You knew?"

"Wait, you said 'almost' ... Didn't he?"

"Tom interrupted us ..."

A mocking smile landed on your friend's lips and you slapped him on the shoulder. You could perfectly read the depths of his thoughts. The thought that Harry had finally taken that first step towards you made him smile. He was happy and the fact that you were going to let yourself be kissed delighted him even more. But he couldn't help but tease you like he always had since you were friends.

"Harrison ..."

"So… Harry and you?" he asked

"No. Well, yes. Maybe. The truth is, we're stagnating a bit."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure… Part of my feelings for you? The fear that Harry might think he's a second choice. The odious words Tom said to me in Madrid that night?”

You wanted to be totally honest with Harrison. You couldn't lie to him, tell him that you didn't have feelings for him anymore. He had to know that. But the important thing was your friendship. But you also couldn't deny that you really liked Harry. Harrison was rather uncomfortable that you were confessing your feelings towards him so freely. On the other hand, he could also see that your goal was not to play with Harry, you were really concerned with how he might feel. You didn't really mean to hurt him and Harrison knew it.

"First of all. Y/N, about your feelings for me ..."

"I know, I know. You don't feel the same. But that's not it. It's… I don't feel good to start something with Harry when I'm… I'm still digesting it. there won't be any of us… I'm just starting to be able to stay with you without the pain of not being able to… you know, wanting to kiss you or run my hand through your hair. "

Harrison winced slightly at your words. He still found it hard to imagine himself in that position with you. You weren't hurt by his gesture; you knew he was just embarrassed by so much honesty.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for that" you apologized, embarrassed

“No, it's okay. I’m still processing too… But I have to ask you… is Harry a second choice for you?”

He knew no, but he needed to ask.

" What? No! In fact, you were sort of the second choice.

"Ouch"

"Sorry."

"It's okay. But why don't you tell him that? And for God's sake, what did Tom say to you in Madrid?"

"He asked me if I still had feelings for you and when I tried to explain that it wasn’t that simple, he asked me if it was only me who was trying to '"try all the options".

"I'm gonna kill that fucking idiot."

“No I understand, he wanted to protect his brother. I'm just disappointed and hurt that he thinks I'm playing with Harry's feelings.”

Looking back, you really understood Tom's reaction. Family was really important to him but you were hurt that he didn't trust you. You started to play with your hands very nervous. You grabbed your beer to take a sip. Silence had fallen a few seconds earlier.

"Can I be totally honest with you?" Harrison finally asked you.

"Yeah, sure"

"Harry told me he almost kissed you, two days after you got back."

"What?"

"Actually, we had a lot of talk. He's really in love with you, and that fool asked me for advice. Fuck you are really stupid. But Y/N, do you really like him?"

"It would be lying to you if I said I didn’t like him from the moment we first spoke."

"And you fell in love with me, instead? You are the queen of morons."

"First of all, fuck you, you can't deny that you have a fucking charm, Osterfield."

"Yeah, you're right."

"Second, so ... You ... don't you think I'm using him or anything? You're not angry?"

"Before I found out your feelings for me, I had a hunch that something was going on between you and Harry. Why do you think I told you that your soulmate might be closer than you think? "

You smiled, relieved by so much honesty on his part. You were relieved that he wasn't angry or thought you were using Harry as a bounce. Because it wasn't. You pursed your lips between her, softened before placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Omg, Harrison, I love you"

"Yeah ... don't love me too much" he joked

"Jerk."

☙♡❧

You waited a few days before talking to Harry. The house had been pretty empty since Tom left to film reshoots for No Way Home. Surprisingly, Harry had not accompanied him, he had simply preferred to work on a new script here in London. You took your courage in both hands before knocking at the desk where your best friend worked. You heard his hoarse voice inviting you to enter.

"Am I bothering you?"

"No. I'm stuck on a scene a bit, to be honest"

"Need a break. How would you like some bubble tea?"

"Hell yeah. You're perfect"

But neither of you really wanted to go out into town and be surrounded by people. Instead, you ordered. Harry went with his usual order and you had a bubble tea virgin mojito watermelon and added some treats.You were now both sitting on the couch. Harry had told you about the script he was working on and you were invested in the plot. He was truly talented and you couldn't be prouder of him. You had exchanged a few innocent touches. For example, his arm was on the back of the sofa while your body was turned towards him. Your hand brushed her forearm and sometimes traced invisible lines on her skin. It wasn't bothersome until you noticed it. You grabbed your bubble tea to take a sip.

"I spoke to Harrison"

"Really?"

"I needed to clear things up."

Harry bowed his head. He seemed disappointed. Did you forget his declaration in Madrid? Why were you telling him about Harrison again?

"I needed him to know that… you're not a second choice. That you weren't a rebound and I wasn't playing with you."

You were playing with your cup, not sure you wanted to look Harry in the eye. You knew he was in love with you but you were terrified that he had simply changed his mind. Harry was confused. He had discussed with Harrison; he had asked his advice and the blond had found himself playing the wingman.

“I needed him to understand that I was sincere before I started anything with you. Because…I like you Harry. And I needed to…end all this thing with Harrison before being honest with you. I needed to leave things in the past, to move forward ... with you.I – “

You haven't had time to finish your sentence. You felt Harry's lips crash into yours ... just like your bubble tea on your shirt.

"Shit, sorry .." he exclaimed

You laughed, fully, sincerely before placing your cup on the coffee table. You really don't care about your stained clothes. All you wanted was to feel the feeling again that had overwhelmed you a few seconds ago. So, you have to initiate the second kiss. You grabbed his face and put your lips on his. It was soft at first and slowly your two lips moved naturally, prolonging the kiss. In the euphoria your teeth grabbed her lower lip, you tightened your grip on her lip in a sucking action. Harry moaned in appreciation. The kiss was tender and passionate and when you pulled away from each other you could see the sparkle in each other's eyes.

"Damn, this is so good" he said

"Better than I imagined"

He pecked your lip again, eager to feel your touch again. He had become addicted after just one kiss, but he couldn't help but feel happier. Oh boy, he was so in love with you, he was living the dream. Damn you just kissed him, what more could he ask for.

"Please, I hope this is not a dream."

"Everything is real"

"Can I be proud to call you ... my girlfriend?" "

"You can call me whatever you want as long as you don't stop kissing me.

"Deal, girlfriend"

And with those last words, he kissed you again as you both smirk blissfully. Harrison was right: your happiness, your soulmate, was closer than you thought.

#harry holland #harry holland x reader #harry holland fic #harry holland x you #tom holland #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #haz osterfield

91 notes · View notes

imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

Text

i love include t&z's relationship in my writings, without confirm or infirm the relationship. PR or real... reader is just a sassy bitch who loves teasing him

(harry holland x reader - tom holland x !platonic reader)

#tom holland #tom holland fic #harry holland x reader #am i as sassy as reader? yes i am #no hate #i don't want to argue about tomdaya

12 notes · View notes

imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

Text

Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

125K notes · View notes

imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

Text

The Sunlightofourpast taglist

I finally create a google form for you to add yourself on my taglist.

ADD YOURSELF TO THE TAGLIST

#tom holland #sam holland #peter parker #harry holland #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #tom holland fic #harry holland fic #sam holland fic #harrison osterfield fic #haz osterfield fic #tom holland x reader #haz osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harry holland x reader #sam holland x reader #peter parker x reader #holland and co

4 notes · View notes

imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

Text

I wish this trip never ends (sstbthw part 2) - h.h

Word count: 3768

Warning: angst, swear, mention of smoking

Pairing : harry holland

Request: no.

N/A: okay, i took me almost a whole month to write this but i'm kinda need to work on school too. Remember, english is not my first language, so be kind if you spot mistakes, i really tried my best. I asked you who the reader was supposed to end up with ... I'll let you figure it out but ... don't hate me for the end ... because after all ... it might not be the end. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Love you all! xx

taglist : @angeliquekalampoka , @harryhollandsgirlfriend (the one and only harry holland's girlfriend to me)

ღღღ

previously - and you can find part 3

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”

Not for that, you thought to yourself, but don't have the balls to tell your best friend. You didn't want to take this joke too far. 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. It didn't take you more than thirty minutes, time to put on the outfit your best friend had chosen and to put on light makeup. 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. Note to yourself; It was Harrison's turn to take care of the laundry.

☙♡❧

You had really hoped this was just a grotesque nightmare. That it wasn't real. He was going to arrive; he was just stuck into the traffic. Isn't it?

But you were there, waiting for over an hour and a half, without any news from your friend. Some people watched you with pity eyes, the others didn't give you any attention. You internally thank Harry for choosing your outfit. You didn't look like a lost kitten in this prestigious setting. It didn't prevent you from being ashamed right now. The waiter had urged you to order several times but you had told him that you were expecting someone, that he would arrive any minute. The last time, you didn't know if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

But it never happened. Harrison never came to your dinner. You were alone, sitting at a table, pathetically waiting for your friend to show up. It didn't look like him. He had never stand you up before. And not to improve this embarrassing moment, the waiter came to you again. This time, with a man in a suit. He was elegant, carried himself proud but diplomatic. They stopped at your table, a tight smile on their faces. No doubt the man in the suit was to be the manager.

"Miss, my employee told me that you seemed to have occupied this table for a while now. I am sorry to tell you that if you do not order a few things, you will have to leave the establishment"

You looked at him with misty eyes. You have never been so ashamed in your life. You just nod your head, not trusting your voice just yet. After taking a deep breath, you finally apologize to them before telling them that you are going to leave. The manager of the restaurant, out of politeness awkwardly apologizing for this uncomfortable situation.

You've finished the Dry Martini that you allowed yourself to, paying for it with whatever pride you have left. You pulled your cellphone out of your purse and decided to call one of the boys. After three rings, he picked up.

"Hey ... can you please pick me up?"

Your voice was shaky, you were so ashamed but it was less distressing than having to walk the Walk of Shame to your house or cry in an uber. You hung up and shared your location. You left the lobby, leaving the restaurant, standing in front of the entrance to the establishment. The air refreshed your cheeks burning with shame. Luckily it wasn't raining today. Which was pretty nice compared to that early summer you had had.

When you saw Harry's car pulled up in front of you, you slid into the passenger seat without a word. The curly redhead gave you a heartwarming smile but you definitely could see a spark of annoyance in his eyes. You sigh, resigned while shrugging your shoulders. It was obvious that your friendship with Harrison was still shaky.

"I'm sorry, love. He's a jerk about it."

Coincidentally, like a mitigating circumstance, your phone vibrated, receiving a notification from Harrison. You were chewing your lip with a sort of anguish and irritation, watching the message the blond had sent you.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. My agent called me for a pretty urgent casting briefing. She's detained me until now. Are you still okay for this dinner?"

You were angry. You were mature enough and had known the boys long enough to understand their obligations. The fact that Harrison had a lastminute meeting with his agent and missed your dinner wasn't a problem. The problem was, he made you wait for over an hour and a half before notifying you. You wanted him to call you to let you know, or a simple text just after he knew for the meeting. You typed a short answer, shorter than this was impossible. "No". You rested your head against the headrest, turning your gaze to your best friend.

"Hey, he's a Netflix star now" you replied to his last words.

Your voice cracked on the last syllables and your eyes filled with tears. You weren't usually that emotional but the anguish and shame really took over you. Harry noticed, unsure of how to instantly respond to your distress. He would have liked to stop on an emergency lane to take you in his arms but he already had 2 penalties to pay, respectively for speeding and prohibited parking ... a third fine would not be really welcome. He simply placed his hand on your thigh, drawing circles on your pants to comfort you. He simply moved his hand to shift gears and instantly rested it on your leg whenever he had the chance. This gesture soothed you, enjoying the touch, grateful to have someone as your best friend to mop up your pain.

☙♡❧

Arriving at the apartment, no sign of Harrison. When you walked in the kitchen, you saw Tom sitting at the counter, scrolling his phone. He looked up at you, not directly noticing your annoyed expression.

"Wow..you're ... gorgeous. I love these pants on you"

You smiled, a little amused by the compliment. Of course he loved the pants, it was a gift from him. But your smile didn’t reach your eyes. With a look on your expression then on the clock, the actor understood that something went wrong. Harry was right behind and still no trace of Harrison. It was suspicious. Tom gave you a worried look.

"Do I have to ask…Never mind, I’m still going to ask. How was lunch with Harrison?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask him? Oh wait... right, he didn't show up" you said sarcastically although you could hear the hurt in your voice.

Tom frowned, biting the inside of his lower lip in annoyance. Harrison was his best mate since forever and he knew him so well. It seemed strange from Harrison to not show up. The blond has told him he was happy to see you again and walking through this whole awkward “feeling situation” because he didn’t want to lose you. In a quick movement, he rose from his stool to walk around the counter. The next second, he took you in his comforting arms and you finally let yourself go under the sight of the two Holland brothers.

“It seems like you need a break of all this shit” Tom said while he ran his fingers through your hair.

You let a little laugh escape through your tears. He wasn't wrong. You really needed to get away from this whole situation for a moment. But how? Harry watched the scene unsure of what to do. You were his best friend and it seemed like the solace you found was never in his arms. He had tried in the car, however, as best he could. He walked over to the counter to make you both a cup of tea. It seems that as cliché as it sounds, tea comforts you, as the English person you used to be. As the redhead waited patiently for the water to boil, a flash of genius - according to him - crossed the glare of his eyes.

“Why doen't she come with us to Spain?”

His brother's words seemed to suit Tom, who released his hold on you. You opened your eyes wide, not sure of what you had just heard. Go to Spain, with them? Once again, you knew you were going to argue on this proposition. The idea was not bad, Spain seemed a rather pleasant country. But you had just graduated and had a student job to save as much as possible. However, you could not afford to leave for several days in Spain, at the last minute. Plus, what were you going to do while Tom was filming and Harry was assisting him? He was sure the film's production crew wasn't going to give you a pass because Tom had decided.

“Yeah! That’s it, you’re coming with us”

“Tom, I have a student job. I can’t just…decide to go to Spain.”

“You never take a leave, come on. It’s not negotiable”

You were looking at Harry for help but he just shrugged. After all, he was the one who had initiated the idea of including you on the trip. You were trying to find a valid excuse to stay home. You really didn't want to impose yourself.

“I can’t afford that” you said, trying your best to convince him to quit the idea.

“I don’t care, it’s not even a problem. You coming to Spain with us.”

"Omg, does Z dominate you in bed to make you so bossy in life?"

Harry almost spitted his tea and laughed out loud while Tom gave you shocked eyes with pinky cheeks. You had always been sassy but hanging out with the boys had made you even more sassy than ever. How many times haven't you heard Tuwaine or Harry make fun of Harrison or Tom on the sex subject? Being a girl seemed to make you an untouchable character. The boys had never teased you about your relationships or your sexual partners. And while you've always had feelings for Harrison, you've had your own experiences. Anyway, you had just gone with the flow and Tom's brand-new romantic relationship with his co-star gave you the perfect opportunity.

“That's not the point.” stammered the actor.

Your smile widened, proud of your joke and the way Tom reacted. You heard Harry clear his throat. He had his phone in his hand and his own smile didn't bode well for you.

"The production is okay but it's at Tom's expense."

“You got to be kidding me…”

☙♡❧

You ended up in Spain with two of your best friends. You knew you had limited time before Tom had to fly back to Los Angeles for some Spider-man: No Way Home reshoots. So, you enjoyed as much as possible: accompanying the boys to the golf course - even though you weren't very involved in the sport -, spending time to visit touristic places when they were on set, talking with Rachael and other people from the set. You really enjoyed your trip.

On Wednesday evening you went out to a restaurant with Tom, Harry and two other friends/tom’s colleagues. You couldn't deny that it was fun. You had the opportunity to sunbathe a little while walking through the streets of Madrid. Spain was doing you good and not once did you think about your wobbly friendship with Harrison. You've just left the restaurant when a few fans politely show up to take pictures with Tom. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of how kind Tom had always taken in a few snaps when his fans approached him respectfully - and there weren't too many of them -. You sighed with pleasure before stepping away from the group. You leaned against a wall and took out the packet of cigarettes that Tom had asked you to keep in your clutch bag. Being an occasional smoker, he wouldn't blame you if you took one from him. You tilted your head back to admire the dark starry night when you felt a presence by your side. You narrowed your eyes in mischief as you looked sideways: Harry was there, his nose wrinkled from your cigarette. He didn't like it too much Silence filled your bubble despite the hubbub outside. You were in public and it was not surprising to meet travelers and Madrid residents mingling with the crowd to enjoy this pleasant evening.

"I wish this trip never ends." You finally said, breaking the silence.

Harry didn't know what to say to that. Instead, he was just looking at you. You were a little tanned, the Madrid sun had done wonders on you; your loose hair framed your face and the summer dress you had chosen for the restaurant looked great on you: It was a short red floral summer dress with a shingle collar. Light enough to keep you from suffocating but decent to wear on any casual occasion. You were beautiful, stunning. His heart exploded at the sight of you, so much that it hurt a few times.

"I wish I had been there for you more." he finally confessed

You finally turned your head towards him and shrug your shoulders, smiling shyly but sincerely.

“You were working, Baz”

“I meant…not only here in Spain. I’m sorry to have let you down recently”

You give him a confused look. He hadn't been a bad friend but he kept implying it. You just shook your head negatively to brush his words away. Harry had always been important to you. He had been the first to step towards you. It was him who introduced you to the rest of the gang. He had always been concerned about you.

The night you met, you immediately clicked up with him. And to be honest, for a moment, you thought he liked you that night. But he never took that step towards you and you never did either. You dreaded that if you kissed him, he would think you were interested in his notoriety by proxy. So you just acted like any reasonable person would - accept the status he gave you. And the second time he asked you to join him with his brother and his friends, you met Harrison and your heart exploded.

"I'm glad you brought me here"

“I'm happy you accepted to come.”

“I didn't really have the choice, Baz” you joked.

He laughed slightly. You weren't wrong, he and Tom had practically dragged you onto the plane, leaving you no choice to be by their side. But you could only thank them, especially Harry who had the idea. You took another hit on your cigarette before leaning back to check out where Tom was with his fans. He seemed to be talking with the girls and didn't seem overwhelmed. So, you didn't want to interrupt him and were just going to wait for him to finish. Harry played with his hands nervously, looking straight ahead and then at you. He seemed to be repeating this game for several seconds before finally asking the question that was in his mind.

“Have you heard from Harrison?” Harry asked quite casually

“He sent me several texts to apologize and wished me to have a good time in Madrid.”

“Do you still have feelings for him?”

You swallow hard before looking at him. There was an indecipherable glint in his eyes and you weren't sure what to make of it. You drew another puff from your cigarette, maybe that would save you from entering this conversation. But Harry's presence was all around you and you couldn't really escape. So you've decided to be honest.

“It’s complicated. I suppose so...”

“Mhmm”

“But my friendship with Haz is important, I don't want to lose him because of it.”

“Yeah, you can't imagine how well I understand you” he sighed

“What do you mean? Who’s the lucky girl..or guy ?”

Harry turned to you frankly and you did the same, stubbing out the half-smoked cigarette. You are well aware that the conversation was taking a more serious turn. He moistened his lips and walked over to you. Harry was full of things: he was full-loving, sarcastic, talented, daring, impertinent. But Harry was mostly awkward when it came to love. Not just an attraction, no, love with real feeling. Delicately, hesitantly, he reached out to your cheek, stroking it with the back of his fingers, cautiously. You were frozen, your eyes fixed on him admiring his audacity.

"She's the most beautiful girl I ever seen." he said with a small smile.

Harry walked over to you and your heart was pounding at breakneck speed. Harry had ... feelings for you? You were really confused. Since when had he developed his feelings? Why didn't he tell you about it? Why hadn't he tried anything so far? So, were you right from the start? Was there a tension between you since the beginning of your friendship, since your met? But above all, did you want him to take that step? Instinctively, your body responded. You parted your lips and closed your eyes. You enjoyed the warmth of his hand on your cheek and were waiting for the touch of his lips. But it never happened.

"Hey baz, y/n..we're going back to the hotel" Tom said, taking his eyes off his phone. "I…Mhmm sorry, did I interrupt something?"

#harry holland #harry holland x reader #harry holland fic #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield #tom holland

86 notes · View notes

imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

Text

sorry seems to be the hardest word part 2 is coming very soon (today, tonight...it's a matter of hours now) and i can tell you : you probably will hate me.

#harry holland #harry holland x reader #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #holland and co #harry holland fic #tom holland

6 notes · View notes

imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

Text

I'm working slowly on the part 2 of "sorry seems to be the hardest word". I'm still wondering if I need to change the name of the part 2...

And...

I'm starting to wonder if there won't be a part 3 because the love story takes longer than excepted to set up...

I already wrote 3 pages of Word in Arial size 10 and the poor boy didn't really discover his feeling for reader yet. And obviously reader doesn't know either that he loves her

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #harry holland #harry holland x reader #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield fic #haz osterfield x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader #harry holland fic

10 notes · View notes

imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

Text

Request are open

Hi there! Since I feel so anxious not to progress on my school work (which is yet due in 2 weeks) and while i'm still working on "sorry seems to be the hardest word" part 2, i want writing other stuff to make me feel a little bit better and take my mind off things..

So, want do you want to read here? Request are open.

Anon, i'm still thinking how about to write this prince!au request you sent me, i didn't forget you, i'm so sorry it's taking so long. So, send me request. I will try my best to make you happy. For records, for now, i'm not writing smut because I'm not completely comfortable with it.

#tom holland #harry holland #sam holland #harrison osterfield #peter parker #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic #harry holland x reader #harry holland fic #sam holland x reader #sam holland fic #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield fic #haz osterfield #haz osterfield x reader #haz osterfield fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic

5 notes · View notes

imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

Text

Hey, you! Yeah, you! That thing you’re writing? It’s really cool and someone is gonna enjoy the heck out of it! Keep writing!

9K notes · View notes

imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years

Text

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.

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

“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.

“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.

#harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #haz osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield fic #haz osterfield fic #harry holland #harry holland fic #harry holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic

36 notes · View notes