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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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oh-ranpo · 6 years

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Head Over Heart | (8)

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader Summary: One night at a red-carpet event with your friends changed everything. Word Count: 1.5k+

You hated the airport. It was loud, it was busy, and while the idea of reunions was sweet, you felt like it mostly represented departure. Today of all days, that was really getting to you.

You stood right outside the security line as you watched the blond boy and his best friend rifle through their carry-ons in search of their entertainment for the flight. You could feel a weight on your chest as they talked about what they were going to do once they got back to London.

“Harry has this new film he’s working on and he asked me to take a look at it,” Tom mumbled as he lifted his hand triumphantly after finding his headphones and zipping his bag shut. Harrison seemed to find what he was looking for about the same time and stood up straight and pulled the bag back over his shoulder.

“Should be fun, mate. Can’t wait.” A wide smile broke out across his face, and even though it was a beautiful sight, it caused tears to form in your eyes. A moment later, Harrison’s eyes turned to you, and he instantly noticed the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. You quickly looked away, not wanting to make this any harder than it was, but it was too late.

“It’s not too late to come with me," he whispered in your ear as he moved closer to you and wrapped you in a hug. A dry laugh fell from your lips as you pressed your forehead against his chest.

“I think I’m a little under-packed.”

“I think you and Charlotte are about the same size. I’m sure she would let you borrow some of her clothes for a while.”

The cheekiness in his voice made your heart ache more, and you wished that you could take him up on his offer. However, with school and everything else going on in your life, you knew that it wasn’t possible. Slowly, you lifted your head and took a small step back so that you could look up into those blue eyes that you had grown to love so much. You were surprised to see that his smile was now gone as well, and you could see the sadness in his expression.

“Do you have any business in L.A. anytime soon?” You asked hopefully, but your hopes were crushed when his head dropped and he shook it no.

Right as you opened your mouth again, the announcement came over the intercom saying that his flight would be boarding in the next hour. Him and Tom hadn’t even been through security yet, so you knew that he needed to hurry. He lifted his head to give you one last sad look and leaned forward to press a small kiss against your forehead.

“We’ll figure it all out, I promise.” And then, as if he knew it was exactly what you needed, he gave you a bright smile. You gave him your best smile in return and you felt him grab your hand and give it a soft squeeze. “I’ll call you when we land.”

You nodded and tried to hide the disappointment when his hand left yours. Tom was waiting patiently near the security check-point and gave you a sad smile of his own as Harrison turned to join him. The two of you hadn’t spent a lot of time together while they were here, but you were still sad to see him go as well. You gave him a small wave, and just when Harrison was barely out of reach, he spun on his heels and marched over to you quickly. You didn’t have much time to react before he had thrown his bag on the ground and scooped you up in his arms.

His lips gently pressed against yours, causing a flurry of emotions to soar through you. A jolt of electricity spread through your body and you instinctively reached out to push your fingers through his hair. You were going to miss this. You were going to miss him. When he pulled away, you were short of breath and for the first time all morning, a genuine smile formed on your lips.

“I had to make that one count,” he explained, as he pressed another quick kiss against your cheek and then pulled away. Words failed you as he turned and picked his bag back up off the floor.

“Bye YN. We’ll see you soon!” Tom called as Harrison finally joined him, and they started through security. Harrison turned to give you one last wave, and you felt more tears spring to your eyes. Once he was out of sight, you turned to head back to your car, hoping that you could save your breakdown until you were safely tucked away from the public eye. It was crazy to think that you felt this way about someone that you had only met a little over a week ago. Things moved so quickly with Harrison, but that didn’t bother you in the slightest. He was the sweetest boy you had ever met, and it wasn’t hard to understand how you fell for him so quickly.

Once you were safely in your car, your head fell to your hands and you let the tears fall freely. The worst part wasn’t saying goodbye, it was the uncertainty of when you would see him again. Your friend’s words kept popping back into your head. “Too bad it was just a one night thing, though. I can imagine getting mixed up with any of those boys would be disastrous.” It was a little too late to spare your feelings. You had gotten swept away and there was no changing that.

Just as you were about to start your car to leave, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Slowly you pulled it out and your heart leapt when you saw Harrison’s name.

I miss you already. But don’t let the sadness of saying goodbye cause you to give up on us. We’ll make it work. I swear it.

A fresh wave of tears stung your eyes and your chest swelled with longing. He was so sure. He was so sure that everything was going to work out, that you couldn’t help but believe it too.

x.x.x.x.x

The looks on your friend’s faces when you finally came clean about Harrison were priceless. You almost wished that you would have thought to capture it on video. Gaping mouths, wide eyes, and squeals begging for more details was only the beginning. It had been almost a week since Harrison had gone back to London, but besides the fact that you couldn’t see him face to face, not much had changed. Instead of coming over to your apartment, he Facetimed you, and the constant texts never faltered, though the timezone difference did make it a little more difficult.

Now, as your three closest friends sat in your living room, you started to feel a little self-conscious. Even though they had been excited for you, it didn’t take long before their previous thoughts on the matter started shining through.

“I mean, how long do you think this relationship is going to last? You don’t really know what he’s doing over there, do you?”

You gave Ava the benefit of the doubt because she had been burned by multiple guys in the past. In fact, she seemed to be a magnet for boys who couldn’t stay loyal, but that didn’t mean that every boy was that way.

“I’m so happy that you got the chance that you did, and you do seem happier because of it… but this is something that you really have to think rationally about. Can you really make a relationship last from over 5,000 miles away?”

You felt your stomach plummet, and the confidence that you had before was diminishing. They all had a point. You had no idea when you were going to see Harrison again, and you had no idea what he was doing in his day-to-day life. Facetime was the closest that you got to intimate contact, and even that wouldn’t be enough to sustain either one of you for long.

“You could always just move there!”

You couldn’t help but smile at Hannah’s optimism, even though you knew that she was mostly kidding.

“Hannah, don’t be giving her any crazy ideas,” Lily laughed as she picked up the magazine that was on your coffee table and starting to flip through it. You had kept that particular magazine because of the pictures that were inside of it. There had been a photographer at the Avengers after-party that had captured a few shots of you and Harrison talking to some of the other cast members. It was a memory that you never wanted to let go of.

“It’s not that crazy. She could move to London, her and Harrison would fall helplessly in love, and they would live happily ever after!”

“Hannah, dear, you’ve been watching too many romantic comedies again,” Ava scoffed, giving her friend a sidelong glance.

You did your best to laugh at your friends’ antics, but the nausea you were feeling was becoming overwhelming. You were lost, and didn’t know what to do. Your friends were telling you one thing, but your heart was screaming another. You didn’t want to get over Harrison, and you could only hope that he didn’t want to get over you too.

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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Welcome Home || Harrison Osterfield

Warnings: language I think, mentions of pregnancy, kiddos, Tommo and Haz being cute little loves, minor angst

Word Count: 2,913

Author's Note: I was so torn between this and a dad!Sam fic that I'm O B S S E S S E D with so I still might post it. This one was written a while ago, but with the magic of editing I've made it a little better haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Harrison's schedule made it hard to be apart. You had seen a lot of time away because he and Tom are best friends. The two of them used to always travel together and that excluded you most of the time. But with that, it was always Tom working and Harrison sitting off to the side, facetiming you until his phone literally ran down to the last percentage. But when its him that's working, and he misses his wife and his little boy, it is the hardest thing ever. Hearing him bawl over the phone because you sent him a video of your son being tickled is so so sad. When he facetimes you, he won't even look at the camera, thinking you'll react negatively to him being gone so much, your son growing up without him there most of the time. When he finally did look up, his eyes were red and he kept rubbing tears from them.

The day he finally came back was sooner than expected. He was expected back on Friday and was back by Tuesday. At first you thought it might be an intruder creeping into your son's room but upon further inspection, you found that Harrison was the more logical explanation and finding his car parked in the driveway confirmed the suspicion. Slowly standing and blinking the sleep from your eyes, you wander down the dark hall to Jackson's room. You smile when Harrison comes into sight, his hair still parted and gelled off to the side, the body of your two year old cradled to his chest. He rocks the little one who's still asleep in his arms, Harrison's head laid over Jackson's.

"Welcome home soldier." You say gently, Haz's head snapping up, his baby blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight. His hips don't stop swaying methodically, but an exhausted smile crosses his face. Gently laying your little boy down, he takes the few strides forward, dragging you into his arms and dipping you to kiss you. You giggle into his lips, holding his broad shoulders. He stands you straight after a moment,

"You're so cheesy." You rasp out, covering your mouth and squealing when he raises you in the air, your legs binding around his waist. He chuckles low in his throat,

"My god I missed you so much." He growls, letting you run your fingers through his hair. You lean in to kiss his nose, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"We missed you too my love." When your son groans and whines quietly, tossing and turning in bed, Haz sets you down, eyes wandering to the little two year old,

"If he wakes up can he come to bed with us?" He asks, like he's a second child. You shrug, stroking his shoulders over the long sleeved shirt that sticks to his muscular arms,

"Sure." Crouching beside the bed, Harrison looks down at his little boy longingly. You remember that look as the same he had on his face the day Jackson was born. The curiosity, the fear, the love; he felt it all, mostly all at once. The way Jackson wasn't planned but you both wanted him. The way you both craved to hold this little human in your arms. And the way when this little baby was laying in Harrison's arms, he was absolutely in love all over again. And it was just the three of you for the longest time, and still. You eloped in secret, keeping it from even your closest friends and family once the stress of having a baby was over. Of course Tom was pissed he wasn't gonna be a best man, but holding Jackson overpowered that. Uncle Tom was just as in love with the little boy staring up at him as Harrison was, and when that little one started to whimper and whine, Tom was on it, calming the baby back down to a neutral temper like only he and Harrison could do.

"You should go take a shower. I'll bring him to bed for you." You softly say, walking forward and wrapping an arm around him. He smiles, stroking the little one's cheek again as he's broken from his thoughts,

"Yeah. I'll be right there okay?" Standing and kissing your forehead, he exits the room just as swiftly as he entered, leaving you to lean in and kiss Jackson's forehead. He whimpers again before his eyes flutter open, blinking a few times before he frowns slightly at the sight of you before him,

"Momma?" You smile, stroking the sandy colored locks of hair from his eyes,

"Hi baby. Daddy's home, you wanna see him?" He's suddenly fully awake, sitting up and nodding as he holds his arms out for you. Lifting him, you carry him down the hallway, following the noise into the bathroom where Harrison is vigorously washing his hair,

"Who is that?" You quip down to your son, Harrison quickly rinsing his hair and peeking from behind the frosted glass to smile at the two of you. Jackson makes grabby hands at his father leaving you to giggle as Harrison's eyes flash in panic,

"Daddy!" Haz swallows,

"Ahh shoot uhm, just give me one second baby. Lemme finish my shower." You lean against the counter, pressing your lips to Jackson's temple in soft, almost non-existent kisses,

"We can wait huh? Just stay right here?" Jackson nods, resting against your chest and tucking his thumb in his mouth. You kiss his forehead,

"We've waited long enough now, huh lovebug?" He nods again, looking up as Harrison turns the water off. Quickly drying himself and wrapping a towel around his waist, he holds his arms out, taking the overexcited boy into them. Jackson snuggles into his father, letting Harrison kiss his hair,

"I missed you so much buddy. I thought about you every day." You smile, rubbing Jackson's back softly as they just hold each other. Harrison follows you out into your bedroom, watching as you walk to your closet to fetch him a pair of boxers, crouching and letting him step into them before dragging them up his legs. Taking the towel, you gently ruffle his hair and toss it in the hamper, pushing him back against the bed. He practically falls onto it, cradling Jackson to his chest. He holds an arm out when you crawl in beside him, ducking under the covers and wrapping your arms around both boys when he lays Jackson between the two of you. You kiss the back of Jackson's head, finding Harrison's eyes,

"He missed you so much." You murmur. He nods, moving hair from in front of Jackson's eyes,

"I know. I missed the both of you so damn much." Wrapping your legs around one of his own, you sigh, rubbing his chest,

"I love you." He smiles, leaning over your little boy to kiss your forehead,

"I love you too. I swear to you that if I have to be gone that long you'll come okay? Just for a little bit at least. No more leaving you for that long again." You nod, closing your eyes as he kisses your cheek. He rubs your arm, humming gently to Jackson. When you open your eyes again, he glances up at me,

"Babe?" He poses softly after a moment. You nod, reaching out to stroke his cheek,

"Yeah?" He licks his lips and kisses Jackson's forehead,

"Can we have another baby?" He asks. You smile, his crystal colored eyes searching your own. He sighs, looking down at Jackson,

"I just want another one. I really want a baby girl. I just want another baby honestly." You nod, running your thumb over his cheekbone,

“You’ve asked before silly.” You incur. He smiles when you lean in to kiss his nose,

“And you’ve never told me yes. I just keep shootin blanks.” You giggle again, his lips trapping yours in,

“I do want another one. I love Jax and I’m not gonna push but-”

“Yes.” He looks up, his mouth hanging open as he looks between your eyes,

“Yeah?” You nod,

“I’ve been thinking about it while you were gone.” You admit. He smiles,

“You’re amazing.” You giggle,

“Yeah yeah, go to sleep Mr. Osterfield. All of us are exhausted.” You murmur, leaning in to kiss Jackson's forehead. He nods, rolling on his back. Lifting Jackson, he switches sides with him, laying himself between the two of you. Jackson whines, laying his head over Haz’s shoulder. Haz tsks and kisses his forehead as you drape an arm over Haz's waist,

“I’m not goin anywhere Jax.” Snuggling into his back, you sigh,

“I’m glad you’re home Hazzabear.” You mumble in his ear. He hums,

“Me too love, me too.”

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Harrison didn’t let the two of you out of his sight for the next few weeks. He was constantly playing with Jackson, insisting that you all be in the same room. Jackson slept in your bed for a few more days after Haz returned, Harrison holding the both of you. The only time it was just you and him was when Jackson was in his room taking a nap, Harrison having set aside this time for the two of you to focus on getting pregnant with baby number two. And around two and a half weeks later he had reshoots during the day which was when you'd discovered his wish had come true. Most times Jackson wanted to go with him which Haz quickly obliged to. One of the days Harrison had reshoots, you were terribly sick, nausea and morning sickness halting any plans you'd made. Growing excited despite the circumstances, you took four pregnancy tests and squealed and jumped around the room when all four came back positive. Quickly running to your local store, you got a few unisex onesies and pacifiers, setting up a small box with the tests and clothes you'd gotten. Nervously cleaning the kitchen, Harrison and Jackson came barreling into the house shortly after, giggling. You smile, leaning in to kiss Haz when he enters the kitchen,

“How was it?” You ask. He nods, sitting Jackson on the island,

“It was good. Uncle Tom stopped by so Jax was pretty happy. Got him to play some games we're normally too preoccupied to do.” He explains. You nod, Harrison leaning on the counter on his hands, bumping into the box. He glances back at it and frowned,

“What’s this darling?” He asks inquisitively. You shrug nonchalantly,

“I dunno… why don’t you open it, find out.” He quirks an eyebrow before turning to it and taking the lid off. Looking over the contents, it takes only a moment before his eyes widen and his head snaps back up to meet your eyes,

"Are you serious?" You nod,

"Found out this morning." You inform. He crumbles to his knees, pulling up your shirt as you giggle. Jackson giggles along with you, looking down at his father,

"What doing daddy?" He poses sweetly,

"Mummy's pregnant Jax." Harrison whispers breathlessly, running a hand over your belly. He looks up at you, his eyes sparkling in tears and a soft smile crossing his face when you pinch his chin,

"Congrats daddy, you've got another baby on the way." He chuckles, sniffling and looking back down at your skin as if he could see the baby. You smile, stroking his hair,

"Can I tell Uncle Tom too?" You pose. He chuckles again,

"You'll give Uncle Tom a heart attack." He murmurs. Picking your phone up, you send a quick text to Tom, telling him you'd love to have him for dinner. He replies almost immediately saying he'd love to and he'd be over in ten minutes.

When he arrives, he hugs you, kissing your cheek and cheerily saying, "'ello darling." He turns to Jackson, lifting him into the air,

"Hey Tommy, there's something for you in that box." You chime, jutting your chin out to the same box Haz had opened. Holding Jax on his hip, Tom struts over to the box, pulling the lid off and peeking inside. Much like Harrison had, it took just a moment and a furrow in his brows for him to understand, his eyes widening as he looks up at you,

"Jax is gonna be a big brother?" You giggle and nod,

"You're getting another niece or nephew Uncle Tommy." He gasps, rushing forward and drawing both you and Harrison into a hug,

"Oh my God guys, congrats!" He cheers. You giggle once more,

"Thank you." Pulling back, he runs a hand over your belly,

"Great, another kiddo to spoil. God Harrison, thanks mate." Tom jokes. Harrison smiles and shrugs,

"I want a little girl." He informs. Tom tsks and cocks his head,

"I'll steal her. I'll steal that little girl. She'll be the cutest little thing ever and I won't be able to resist her." He tells the both of you matter-of-factly. Harrison shakes his head,

"You're not stealing my little girl." Harrison murmurs. Tom bounces Jax on his hip,

"Just imagine it Haz, the cutest baby girl ever layin in a lil Spider-Man onesie her Uncle Tommy gave her." You smile, Harrison laying his hand over your hip,

"You hear this guy babe?" He asks. You nod,

"I do. I think he could sneak her out. You know how he is." You joke with a wink shot Tom's way. Tom chuckles,

"Just saying that if you get a little girl and she ends up missing then there's no need to panic, she's with her favorite uncle." Harrison tsks again, not responding to Tom's pestering. Tom grows bored, looking down at Jax,

"Are you gonna be a good big brother J?" He asks,, fixing the little boy's shirt. Jackson nods, playing with Tom's watch,

"You want a little brother or a little sister?" He asks. Jax shrugs, giggling when Tom tickles him,

"I think you'd do really good with a baby sister little man. I think you'll be a good big brother." He adds. Leaning in, you kiss Harrison's cheek,

"I think we gotta worry about Haz here. How good of a daddy are you gonna be to a new baby?" You ask. Tom snickers,

"I mean I can take over your family Harrison, it's no big deal." Tom jokes. Haz frowns,

"Uhm no. This is my family." You smile, leaning into Harrison,

"We are your family, regardless though. No matter what, Uncle Tommy is always welcome." You inform. Tom smiles, taking the step forward to wrap his arm around you. Rubbing your back, he leans in and kisses your temple,

"Thank you love. I love your little family. Its like you're my wife and these are my kids too. You're the sweetest." He tells you. You smile up at him, crinkling your nose and laying your head over his shoulder,

"Someone's gotta be here when times get tough. And that's the Osterfield family." Tom tsked,

"You're the sweetest." When the potatoes behind you boiled over,you gasp and turn in their arms, both men chuckling as you pull them off the stove,

"Why don't you guys go set the table while I finish dinner." Haz nods, leading Tom and Jax off, a steady stream of giggles and the clanking of silverware ringing through the air softly. As you dish the food up, you smile, listening to Tom growl at his nephew, making the little boy squeal,

"Need some help beautiful?" Harrison quizzes quietly, poking his head in the kitchen,

"Yes please, can you grab these two bowls." He nodded, grabbing the two bowls and following you into the dining room. Tom looks up, smiling as you set a plate before him,

"Technically you could've left after I told you I was pregnant." You tease. He chuckles, bouncing Jax in his lap,

"I was invited to dinner, I'm staying for dinner." He mumbles. You smile, sitting between him and Harrison. Looking between them you smile,

"I love my boys. All three... maybe four of them." You tell them. Tom smiles, laying his hand face up on the table. Placing your hand in his, you take Harrison's too. He smiles, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it, his eyes glistening in love,

"I'm so in love with you baby. You put up with all my shit and you put up with my best mate's shit. You married me and had my babies and I don't think I can thank you enough. It's tough, especially when I'm away, but you make coming back so much easier. I love you." Harrison lectures. Tom rubs your knuckles with his thumb when you click your tongue and reach forward to stroke Harrison's cheek,

"I love you too baby. There's nowhere I'd rather be, no one I'd rather be with than you. You're an amazing husband and father and..." You look to Tom, "assistant." Tom smiles and nods,

"You're amazing Haz." He concurs. You smile, watching a blush rise to his cheeks. You hold your glass up,

"To our Harrison. A brave, strong, amazing man." Tom raised his glass, making Jax raise his sippy cup to be just like his uncle,

"To Harrison." He kisses Jax's forehead, "and daddy huh little dude?" Jax nods, Tom chuckling. Harrison raises his own glass,

"To my family. My gorgeous wife, my adorable little boy, my new sweet little babe... and my brother." Tom smiles, holding his glass against yours, Harrison clinking the three of them together,

"To our family."

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tomandharrisongifs · 3 years

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#Harrison Osterfield #hazosterfield #Harrison Osterfield gif #Harrison Osterfield instagram story #instagram story #The Irregulars #The Irregulars Leo #Leo The Irregulars #Leopold The Irregulars #bullshitting around #Harrison Osterfield pretty #Harrison Osterfield cute #Harrison Osterfield handsome #Harrison Osterfield hot #TomAndHarrisonGifs #TAHG #TAHG Haz #TAHG Harrison #my gif.

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karmelek-writes · 3 years

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comfort zone I part 4 - teaser

Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader, Tom Holland x fem!reader

Synopsis: What do you do when you love them but want someone else?

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I disappeared without saying a word. My job is very time-consuming that's why I'm not able to finish part 4. But I thought that I could give you a little something before part 4 comes out. I can't say when I will post it but I'm working on it. Thank you for the support and love you've shown in previous parts! Love, W.

When you agreed on Harrison’s proposal to take you out, you definitely didn’t expect him to go off for you. Right before you were to reach your destination the blonde asked you to put on a blindfold to cover your eyes so that you couldn’t see what was about to come. You weren’t too sure about it noticing that he was driving through acres of forests and meadows but a playful gleam in his eye somehow assured you that you could put your trust in him. The first thing that hit your senses when you got out of the car was the tangy smell of the forest. The cry of birds mixed with the soothing rusting of the trees has brought a wide grin to your face. Taking your hand in his, Harrison led you a few steps inland, ensuring you with a soft humming that you were going to love the surprise. After what felt like hours, he finally came to a halt, dropping your palm, but not without placing a small kiss on your knuckles. You stood in the same place for a while until you felt two strong arms wrapping around your waist from behind. The action made a short gasp fall out of your mouth but you visibly relaxed inhaling the familiar scent of the blonde. With a low hum, he rested his head on your shoulder, rocking you two from side to side in slow motion to the rustle of the wind. You two were swinging, enjoying the peaceful moment. You hoped that Harrison couldn’t feel your rapid heartbeat caused by the proximity. Despite chilly gusts of wind brushing your skin, the goosebumps on your body were the result of Harrison’s silhouette pressed tight against your curves. Sighing softly you threw your head back thinking that you could stay in that position for years. Finding comfort in the warmth radiating from Harrison’s body your mind started wandering around your feelings towards the boy. You loved the effect he had on you, you felt calmer in his presence. He has become such a permanent part of your life in the course of the last few weeks that now you couldn’t imagine your day without a good morning message on your phone or not hearing his laugh on a daily basis. The boundary between friends and something more was long crossed but you still didn’t know what you were standing on. In the fear of your relationship shifting after mentioning your doubts, you decided to suck them in and not let Harrison know about the thoughts that were running through your mind. The loss of Tom hurt you, he still hasn’t hit you up and you started to feel like you deserved it. That’s why you were determined to keep the blonde in your life as he was one of the few people you cared about.

“What are you thinking about?” Harrison whispered in your ear as his hand travelled lower to rest on your hip.

“You,” you weren’t a good liar so you decided to be truthful, even if you didn’t give him a full answer.

“What about me?” you could sense a smirk in the tone of his voice, trying to persuade you to say what exactly was in your heart.

“I’m just wondering when did you become such a hopeless romantic.”

“Hmm… Don’t get too happy yet, I still can leave you here to die and no one would know.”

“Good thing you can’t live without my poor sense of humour and grumbling.”

“Don’t forget your horrible singing abilities, my favourite,” the last remark forced a giggle out of you which caused Harrison to laugh himself. When the laughter died out, he stepped away from you to remove the blindfold from your eyes.

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hazarchives · 3 years

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Harrison Osterfield posts photos of himself at the F1 Grand Prix of Monaco to his Instagram story on 22 May 2021.

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featuringmyfaves · 3 years

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#tom holland #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #the irregulars #ig story

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destinyc1020 · 3 years

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How cute to see Jacob showing Haz some love lol. 😄

I may have to check out his new series on Netflix lol.

#Jacob Batalon #Haz Osterfield #the irregulars #Instagram story

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moonshineholland · 4 years

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“Paddle, Lane, small flower”

#i love him omg😂❤️#again!!! with! the! BEARD!!!!!!!#imma lose it over this man!#he’s just so fit wtf😍🥵#i would v much like to cuddle w/ him🥰#haz😍#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield instagram story #my edit📷💖🦋

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justasmisunderstoodasloki · 3 years

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#okayokayokayokay #i see you boy #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #god i love him #looking fresh #and fine as hell #ho;ig story

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morningbluue · 3 years

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already gone - h.o.

summary: people come and people go, but nothing hurts more than letting your favorite person go

warnings: soo much heartbreak

word count: 2k

A/N: the cover of Already Gone by Sleeping At Last broke my heart, so I had to write a fic about it. pls leave some feedback!! :)

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“Y/n? I’m home,” the blonde boy shouts through your shared apartment, his luggage tight in his hands as he makes his way towards the bedroom.

You lift your head as you hear him enter the room, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Oh, hi Haz,” your eyes shift down to his bag, “I thought you would come home in, like, four hours.”

The blonde shrugs, the loving smile still placed on his rosy lips. “I took a flight earlier.” Walking closer to you, he takes your face into his palms to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I could not wait to see you again.”

Looking up into his beautiful blue eyes, you sling your arms around his torso to pull him closer, your fingers pressing into his upper back and almost gripping his black shirt too hard. “That’s really sweet, Haz.” You want to say so much more, but your mouth will not open, and you feel a big lump form in your throat, making you unable to say one more word.

But Harrison does not notice, not even the way your hands are tightly gripping his shirt as if your life depends on it. He is too happy to see you after three full weeks and being able to hold you close again. He loves facetiming with you and seeing your gorgeous smile, but that is not the same as in actually feeling your smile on his skin and hearing your laughter.

Harrison would do everything for you, the main thing is that you are happy.

The days fly by and you and Harrison go back to your normal routine. You watch your favorite TV shows or movies together, you go outside to stroll around a park or drive to a cool place, you eat in nice restaurants or sit in cute cafés. But the more time passes, the more it feels different.

There are no sparks anymore, no butterflies and no fireworks.

That’s normal, you think to yourself whenever you try to calm down. The longer the relationship the more everything feels normal but good. That still does not change the fact that you love the other person.

You try your best to be as casual and as normal as you can. You try to pull yourself together and be the person that Harrison loves so much. But the more you try, the harder it gets. You have to keep yourself together for Harrison — you have to try for him as much as you can.

“I love you so much, y/n,” Harrison mumbles quietly against your lips. You two are lying in your bed, ready to go to sleep. Harrison has his arms wrapped around your body to pull you closer whenever he wants. Your foreheads are leaning against each other, and you can feel Harrison’s warm breath on your skin.

You open your eyes and a tiny smile shows on your lips for a split second as your glance meets Harrison’s. “I love you too, Haz,” you whisper back and for a moment you wish you could go back in time to change whatever happened between you two.

Slowly Harrison leans down to your lips and you both close your eyes in synch. He is gentle like always, his fingers getting tangled in your hair, his nose softly touching yours. But the second his lips touch your own, you feel a pang in your chest, hurt stinging in your heart, and you know that you can not do this anymore.

You can not hold him back.

Harrison kisses you on your lips like he always has, like it has always made his stomach flutter and heart beat rapidly, but it feels different, and if he is honest with himself, it has felt different for a while now. It is like he is not kissing you anymore.

The realization hits him so damn hard, his world gets turned upside down. The thought that you are not you anymore tears him apart in a way words will never be able to explain. It is a pain that, hopefully, no one else knows because it is just too much. It is a pain that will change you into a different person, a person with lonely eyes and a broken heart.

At first Harrison tried to ignore it. Maybe he was just reading it wrong, or reading too much into it. Maybe everything is still okay, maybe it is only a bad phase that every couple has to go through. But at one point he could not ignore it anymore. Because one day, when you two were sitting across your kitchen island and eating self-made pancakes, he noticed that you were not looking at him the way you always did. You were not looking at him at all anymore. And that broke him, that broke him in a way he thought was not possible.

He knew it would happen one day, he knew it was only a matter of time, but nevertheless it pulled him off his feet and everything got downhill after that.

Nothing in the whole world hurts more than feeling the person you love slowly fading away. At first, you do not always notice it, at first it is just some “I don’t feel like doing this today” or some “I’m too tired today” but at one point it makes click, and you realize that you haven’t really seen your loved one in a while.

It feels like losing someone without actually losing them. They are still there, and they still talk and do things with you and kiss you, but it is not like before, it is as if this is a new person, a different person even if they look exactly the same.

And you always ask what’s wrong, and you always try, and you always do your freaking best, but sometimes it just feels like it is not enough — like you are not enough.

But deep down you know that this is not true, you are enough, and you are loved by them. It just doesn’t feel like that anymore. As if at one point something changed, something that you did not realize or not even noticed. As if the weather suddenly changed from sunny and warm to rainy and cold, and it looks like it is not changing back for a while.

You are stuck between sadness and hurt and anger, and you don’t know which emotion you should express because whatever you do it feels wrong. Maybe you just have to be happy for the both of you for a while, maybe you just need to be hopeful that everything will be like before at one point.

It is just hard, to try and not knowing for how long.

You feel horrible, even if that word does not do the feeling you have justice. Harrison looks bad, the dark circles under his eyes have never looked so bad, and he looks tired, so damn tired. You even think that he does not sleep at all. Whenever you go to bed, he wants to stay in the living room for a few minutes more. Sometimes you do not even hear him when he comes to bed, so maybe he does not sleep, or he sleeps in the living room to get away from you. You don’t know which hurts more.

And that’s when you know he noticed.

You came to the conclusion that you needed to break up with him — for him to get better, to get over this — but you did not know how because a part of you still hoped you two could fix this. That the time you two spent together was not just nothing, it meant something, it meant so much to you.

Knowing you had to talk with Harrison broke your heart all over again because you were the reason he looked so exhausted and felt like a ghost. Like someone who was there without being there. And you knew that you were the same for him for the past months, so you had to do something. You had to fix him.

You knew that your feelings did not change from one day to the other, it happened so slowly, in small baby steps that you never noticed what was happening until it was happening. And you felt so, so terribly to hurt Harrison like this. He did not deserve any of this.

Harrison, on the other hand, made the same decision as you. He knows that this can not go on like that anymore. You are both hurt and you both feel bad, but you can not stay like this.

“Haz?” you ask quietly as you close the bedroom door behind you, and it takes all the strength in yourself not to start crying. Harrison sits on the couch, probably scrolling through a social media app on his phone.

The blonde turns around to you slightly, and your heart sinks to your stomach when you see his face. His eyes don’t light up the way they always did when he looked at you. They lost their shine.

“We need to talk,” you both say in the same moment, and for a second a smile forms on your lips and his. Maybe you two share a special bond after all.

Harrison pats on the seat next to him, and you do as told, grabbing his hand gently in the process. This is going to be so hard. You give his hand a small squeeze and take a long breath. “I’m so sorry, Haz,” you whisper and your eyes get teary immediately.

“Y/n...” He wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him. His head is leaning against yours. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking in your gorgeous smell. Maybe it is the last time he can do this, he thinks. “Please don’t cry. I know this is hard for you too.”

“I’m just so, so sorry. You don’t deserve this.” You grab his shirt, not believing that you are really having this conversation. “I wish I could go back.”

Shaking his head, Harrison rubs your arm up and down because that always calms you down. “No, it’s okay, it hurts like hell, but that is okay. That means we still care,” he mumbles, pressing you against him, “it’s not your fault, y/n. You cannot change your feelings.”

You sigh. “I know, it’s just ... I wish I didn’t have to hurt you like this. I don’t know what happened.” You look up, meeting his teary blue eyes and without thinking you place your hand on his cheek, softly wiping away a tear that could escape. “I love you, Haz, and I’m really sorry.”

“I know. It’s okay. I love you too, and that’s why I’m letting you go,” he gives you a sad smile, and places his hand over yours that is still laying on his cheek. “I’m gonna be okay, it will take some time, but I’m gonna be okay.”

Returning his smile, a tear rolls down your cheek. “I know.”

You look up at him, and he looks back down at you and there is a silence between the both of you that says it all — the love for you two was not enough.

And sometimes it is just not enough, sometimes it is better to leave before everything can get destroyed — relationships, hearts, lives.

But leaving is hard, really freaking hard, if you have to leave the person you love the most, the person you spent almost your entire life with. Love is never really easy, but oh boy, can it hurt. It can rip you apart before you even know what is happening. Before you realize what love really is about.

Sometimes leaving is the only option you have, because sometimes leaving is better than staying with a broken heart.

“Maybe we get another chance,” you whisper, still pressed against his chest. “In another year or another life.”

“I would love that.” He smiles softly, and kisses the top of your head.

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grussell63 · 5 years

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Be My Date? - H.O.

BestFriend!Harrison x Reader

Words: 2.2k

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Crushing on your best friend was not something you ever planned on doing. You had seen your friends start dating their best friends only for them to break up and never speak to each other again.

The best friends to lover trope was something that only happened in movies and books. It wasn’t something that was going to happen to you, because your best friend wasn’t just your usual best friend, he was Harrison Osterfield. Actor. Model. Idiot. And last but not least the owner of the face of an angel.

You wish you could quote that stupid John Green Quote everyone had posted back in 2012, but you didn’t fall in love as you fell asleep, you would probably deny it if anyone asked but you fell hard before he even was your best friend. The minute you saw him standing across the dance floor, you felt the world around you disappear, it felt like something important had happened, like something that was supposed to happen.

The boy with the blue eyes made your heart beat like crazy - until his girlfriend, well now ex girlfriend, wrapped his arms around him before leading him to their table where his mates where waiting for him.

You had fallen in and out of love with Harrison on the night you had met for the first time. You were waiting for drinks as it was your turn to buy the next round and Harrison was the one to buy the drinks for his group.

“Six Vodka Soda and one Coke please!” You heard someone shout next to you while you were impatiently tapping your foot, hoping that the bartender was almost done with your order.

You would’ve choked on your drink if you had one to choke on when you saw that it was the guy who had captured your attention from across the room. You hated yourself for wondering how soft his hair was, because you had literally seen him with his - probably - girlfriend.

“How long have you been waiting for? Seems like it’s been a while?” You suddenly heard him say. As awkward as you were you turned around to see if he meant someone behind you, but there was no one there, “I’m talking to you.” He grinned as you faced him again.

“Feels like it’s been centuries.” You laughed, not really knowing why he was talking to you, “I ordered here like 5 minutes before you arrived.”

“Oh great, looks like you’ll be my company for the next centuries then.” He laughed as he held out his hand for you to shake, “I’m Harrison.”

You spend the next five to ten minutes talking to Harrison while you were both waiting for your drinks to be ready and you enjoyed the conversation with him a lot, but soon enough you were walking away with you drinks as he made his way towards his friends, making you assume that you were never going to see the boy with the bright blue eyes again.

Weeks passed and you would be lying if you said you thought about Harrison again, but it almost seemed like destiny that you were asked to fly out to Italy to work as an Assistant Production Coordinator on the set of a new TV Series produced by the one and only George Clooney.

Production had been going on for about three weeks when you were handed a new script to give to the kid who was playing the role of Christopher Snowden. You had been told that he was currently trying on his Uniform, so you were headed in that direction.

Harrison Osterfield

Reading the name, your mind immediately had gone back to the gorgeous boy you had met on a night out only a few months ago. You wondered what he was doing right now and if you were ever going to see him again, but it was only a few minutes later that you had been able to answer both of those questions: He was getting dressed, and yes, you would definitely see him again.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I’ve got—” You entered the trailer where the kid was supposed to be only to be greeted by a six pack that you definitely didn’t check out longer than you were supposed to, “Shit, I’m so sorry.” You said as you turned back around, not even looking Harrison in the eye as you felt the heat creep up your cheeks.

“It’s totally fine, give me a sec, putting on a shirt.” You heard the boy say. His voice seemed familiar but you couldn’t quite put a face to it, well, that was until he told you that it was okay to turn back around.

“I’ve got your Scr— Harrison?” Your eyes widened as you found out that this Harrison was indeed your Harrison. Well, not your Harrison, but the Harrison you knew and had just thought about.

“Now that’s a nice surprise.” The boy laughed, “Are you stalking me?”

“I’ve been here for three weeks, and I was at the bar before you, so who’s the stalker now?” You grinned as you tossed him his script that he caught with a grin on his face.

“Maybe I am.” He laughed, “Honestly, you don’t know how nice it is to see a familiar face.”

“Aren’t you actors supposed to like, get along with everyone and be fine with working with new people all the time?”

“Maybe, but it’s, uhm, kind of my first like real thing and usually I was just on set because of my best mate.”

“Who’s your best mate?”

“You’re going to want to be my friend just because of my mate once I tell you.” He said in a serious tone before his all too familiar grin appeared on his face again.

“Oh please, we’ve basically been friends for centuries already.” You laughed, “But feel free not to tell me, I don’t mind.”

“It’s Tom Holland.” The blonde said, waiting for your reaction. Of course he was friends with fucking Spider-Man. Only gorgeous people were friends with gorgeous people.

“Huh? Never heard of him.” You grinned as Harrison let out a laugh, “Maybe he’ll swing by some time so I can meet him.” You winked before you left the trailer.

Harrison was in Italy for about two weeks and it was safe to say that you were definitely going to see him again after work was over. You spent a lot of time together, going on fun road and boat trips with the crew on your time off.

He left, you stayed, but the two of you texted non stop and soon a lot of inside jokes were shared and he was telling you that he was looking forward to the day you were going to be back in London. It was only a few days after you touched down back home that you met up with Harrison again.

Your friendship was becoming one of the most valuable things in your life and after a few months, he was constantly reminding you that he was indeed your best friend to which you always rolled your eyes and told him you were only there to get to Spider-Man.

To your surprise Harrison hadn’t been hesitant to introduce you to his girlfriend and friends - including Tom - which you insisted he didn’t have to because the least you wanted anyone to think of you was that you were only there because you wanted to get to the famous one.

Soon enough the two of you were celebrating your one year BFF anniversary which Harrison insisted was the day you first saw his god-like body and you had to give it to him, he wasn’t wrong.

Catch-22 premiered in a week and Harrison had just broken up with his girlfriend a few weeks ago. You were close friends with Tom by now, but somehow either Harrison had avoided spending time with her and you at the same time or she avoided you, but you were cool with that.

You were laying face down on your couch as you heard your front door open. You has given Harrison a key about a month ago because you he was stopping by so often, you were getting annoyed by simply getting up and walking to your front door.

“Honey I’m home.” You heard him shout only seconds before he appeared next to you.

“I would’ve sent someone else to give you your script if I had known how clingy you were going to be.” You mumbled into your pillow.

“Shut up.” He laughed before you were forced to let out a groan as your best friend had dropped his full weight onto your back.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me? Get your stupid ass off me!”

“But you’re comfy.” He mumbled as you felt his hot breath next to your ear.

The boy wrapped his arms around you and moved behind you before he pulled you into his front, leaving you completely speech- and breathless. What was happening with you? Surely your stupid crush on the boy across the dancefloor hadn’t come back, right?

You turned around in Harrison’s arms until you were facing him, which was definitely worse because now, you were looking right into his blue eyes that still managed to pull you in.

“You okay?” You asked as you saw how tired he seemed to be. Your hand automatically went to his soft curls as he nodded and closed his eyes.

“Just need a nap,” he mumbled, “and a date for the premiere next week.”

“Too bad you just got dumped.” You chuckled, making him open his eyes.

“You know I broke up with her, right?”

“Yeah, I know, but you never told me why, so I wasn’t so sure if you weren’t twisting the story a bit.” You grinned.

“You’re so funny.” He rolled his eyes as he pulled you a bit closer so you had no other choice than to wrap your arms around him and rest your head against Harrison’s chest.

You could feel his heart beat like crazy and to your own surprise, his heartbeat seemed to match yours. It was the moment you knew that your crush was back bigger than ever before and that there was no way that you’d be able to tell yourself that it was going away this time.

“Got any plans next week?” The boy mumbled into your hair before placing a kiss on top of it.

“Don’t know, what day are we talking?”

“Jesus, you’re making it very hard for me to ask you to be my date for the premiere.” Harrison chuckled as your eyes widened. Wait, what?

“You know that I am going anyway right?”

“Yes, but I was wondering if you would like to come as my date.” He asked as you pulled away from him to look him into his eyes.

“Define date.” You were still confused what was going on right now.

Gorgeous people were supposed to ask gorgeous people on a date, and Harrison was so far out of your league it was ridiculous.

“Date, as in, I broke up with my girlfriend two months ago because I realised my feelings for you were growing like crazy.” He smiled as your mouth fell open. Way to be awkward, dumbass.

“Oh shit.” You said as you let out a laugh, “I was kind of hoping to start dating Spider-Man in a bit.”

“I should have never introduced the two of you. That was definitely my fault.” He laughed, “But are you going to give me an answer or are you going to break my heart.”

“This is a lot of pressure you’re putting on me.” You grinned as your hand found its way into the curls you loved.

“Oh shut up, as if this wasn’t going to happen at some point from the day I first saw you across the dancefloor.”

“Wait, the same happened to you?”

“I had just started dating Sophia and I really liked her, but something about this girl across the dancefloor made me offer to be the next to go buy the drinks. It was confusing, but yes, it happened to me as well.” He smiled as his thumb traced your lips.

“I need to check my calendar if I’m free for that date.” You grinned.

“You just fucking told me you will be there with or without me as your date, you dumbass.” Harrison laughed.

“Guess there is no reason to say no then.” You smiled as you felt yourself lean in, waiting to see if Harrison was going to meet you in the middle.

You were glad to see that he didn’t leave you hanging as his lips collided with your own, making you realise that the best friends to lovers trope wasn’t just a movie thing - and that it was so much better than any book could ever describe it.

Harrison Osterfield. Actor. Model. Idiot. Best Friend. Owner of a face of an angel. And last but not least:

Boyfriend.

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