Summary: Isn’t it lovely? When someone loves you more than anything else in the world. For Y/N the concept of love was foreign, even if she was adored by millions of loving fans. Love scared her, for a food reason too. She’d never been around it in a pure way. It had always been destructive, harmful. That was until she met a certain someone. A certain someone named Harrison.
Pairing: Actor!Haz x Actress!Reader
Warnings: none?
Word count: 1,067
Author’s Note: Hey guys!! Guess who’s back!! I’m so sorry this is so short, but I kind of need it to be. I can’t tell you when another update will come, but for now, enjoy a little more Harrison and Y/N action!! I love all of you for being so patient with me!!
“Okay, I have one last question, and it’s for Y/N and Tom,” the interviewer paused, looking down at his cards that were stacked neatly in his hands.
“Bring it on,” Y/N smiled, shifting slightly in her seat.
“So, you two are pretty good friends, and a bunch of people have been asking, are the two of you a couple in real life?” The interviewer tilted his head, eyeing the two young actors curiously. In his seat, Chris shifted uncomfortably, moving his gaze to the ground.
Y/N and Tom glanced quickly at each other, both trying to figure out how to best handle the situation. Offstage, Harrison swallowed, he, of course, knew they weren’t dating, but even he couldn’t deny the chemistry Tom and Y/N had both on and off camera. Plus, Tom is quite flirty. “Well,” Tom started, glancing at his hands, “The truth is,” he continued.
“We are, we’re dating,” Y/N spoke quickly, covering it up with a huge, practiced smile. Chris’s head shot up, his mouth falling slightly open. Tom looked over at her with a momentary look of utter confusion before recovering.
“Of course,” he swallowed, thinking of Harrison in the wings, “We’re together,” he turned back to the cameras with a smile in place, reaching over carefully to take Y/N’s hand in his own. “And we couldn’t be happier, right love?” Tom looked over to Y/N, a million questions running through his head.
“Of course darling,” she answered easily.
“Well,” the interviewer ran a hand through his hair, “You heard it here first people, Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N are officially dating,” he smiled into the camera, glancing between all the actors sitting with him, “I’m afraid that’s all the time we have for today,” he turned back to the Marvel actors, “Y/N, Tom, Chris,” he nodded at each of them, “Thanks for joining us.”
“Thank you for having us,” Chris said with practiced ease, “It was fun.” With that, the cameras shut off, and the set workers came to take the mics off of the actors.
Once everyone had cleared set, Tom looked over to Y/N, “Can I talk to you?”
She hesitated momentarily before smiling, “Of course!”
Tom grabbed her arm, pulling her out of hearing range, “What the hell was that love?” He asked in hushed tones, not wanting to be overheard.
Y/N sighed, her eyes fluttering shut, her head hanging, “I’m sorry to have caught you off guard Tom,” she spoke softly.
“I just don’t understand Y/N,” Tom ran a hand through his wild curls, “I mean, this was completely out of the blue,” he brought his bottom lip between his teeth, “What’s Marvel going to think? Or Haz? Have you forgotten about him?” Tom’s tone came off a bit harsher than he intended for it to, and he only noticed when he saw Y/N wince, “I’m sorry love,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I’m just confused.”
“I’m sorry Tom,” she said again.
“Why’d you do it?” He asked again, softer this time.
She sighed, throwing her hands up, “Because it was easier! It’s so much easier to let people think we were dating because they’re already thinking it,” she sighed again, smoothing out her dress.
Tom licked his lips, “So you want us to lie to everyone? For how long Y/N?”
Y/N’s eyes darted to Tom’s, “Are you agreeing to?”
“You haven’t really left me much choice here,” he reasoned.
She sighed, ignoring his comment, “A few months, ‘til the end of the tour, then we can ‘breakup’ and everything will go back to normal,” she explained, “But Tom,” she paused, frantically searching his eyes, “You can’t tell Haz it’s a lie,” her tone was utterly serious, and it threw Tom off.
“You, you, you want to lie to Harrison?” His brows furrowed, his hands failing to find his hips.
“Yes,” her voice was so soft, Tom almost missed it.
He scanned her face for a long time, finally sighing, “Alright,” he paused, licking his lips, his eyes darting to the ground then back up to hers, “If that’s what you want-”
“It is,” she reassured him, nodding her head adamantly, “Harrison is to never find out this isn’t real.”
Tom nodded, “Then he won’t.”
“Good,” she nodded, stepping back, “We should, we should,” she motioned to the door, “We should go. They’re, they’re waiting for us,” she shook her head again, fingers gingerly moving over her bottom lip. Shaking her head she turned, nude heels clicking on the floor as she walked away, head hanging slightly lower than it normally did.
Tom stayed rooted in place for a few seconds, finally allowing him to process everything that had just happened. “Oh God,” he whispered to himself, hand running down the side of his face, “What did I just get myself into?”
“What the hell was that?” Chris asked, catching the young actress off guard.
Y/N placed a hand on her heart, her eyes falling shut, “Jesus Chris,” she breathed, “You scared me.”
“That doesn’t answer my question Y/N,” Chris stared at her, “What happened in that interview?”
Y/N smiled innocently, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Chris,” she moved to walk past him, but he gently grabbed her arm.
“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” his tone was completely serious, his gaze searching hers.
“It’s not important Chris,” she didn’t back down, staring him down, “Now unhand me,” she jerked her arm away from him, continuing her determined walk back to the car that was waiting at the curb for them.
Chris stood there, watching her go, a million things on his mind. “Is it true?” A strangled, British voice spoke from behind him. Chris turned to find Harrison staring at him, unshed tears starting to gather in his eyes.
Chris swallowed once, “I guess so buddy,” he looked back to Y/N, who was getting into the car, “I’m sorry,” Chris looked back at Harrison, who only nodded.
“Tell Tom not to wait up,” he gulped, moving to step back, “I’ll see him back at the hotel,” Harrison turned away, walking back toward the building. Chris wanted to talk to him, but he didn’t know what to say, instead, he walked over to the car and got in.
Summary: Isn’t it lovely? When someone loves you more than anything else in the world. For Y/N the concept of love was foreign; even if she was adored by millions of loving fans. Love scared her, for a good reason too. She’d never been around it in a pure way. It had always been destructive, harmful. That was until she met a certain someone. A certain someone named Harrison.
Paring: Actor!Haz x Actress!Reader
Warnings: some angst, talk of emotional abuse later on, drinking
Word count: 1,433
A/N: Sorry it’s on the shorter side, but it’s very important for what’s coming up. We’re about to really get into the story, and I’m so excited to take this journey with all of y’all! Also, for some reason, Tumblr isn’t letting me put my moodboard up, so when that is fixed, I’ll add it in! Thank you lovelies for being patient! Updates are going to start being on Wednesday’s.
“Okay but, you know where my vote is going to,” Y/N spoke as the group of actors weaved their way through the crowded airport, heading to their terminal to wait for the plane.
Tom let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes and pushing his hat further down on his head, “Yes, Y/N, we all know you want Chick-Fil-A,” a teasing grin appeared on his face.
Y/N rolled her eyes, “It’s the best!” She defended, keeping her head down at an angle. The group had been successful so far of going unnoticed by the crowd, and they were hoping to keep it that way. It’s not that they didn’t love their fans, but they were all a bit tired, and the boys were starting to get grumpy.
“Let’s just get Chick-Fil-A, that way we don’t have to listen to her complain for an entire thirteen-hour flight,” Harrison suggested, tugging his jacket closer to him.
Evans sighed, giving up, “Fine, lead the way Y/L/N,” the young girl grinned, a new bounce in her step as she navigated the airport to the food court. She hummed to herself, her small, carry on suitcase rolling behind her. Harrison couldn’t help but smile softly at her, watching as she easily slid around people who were obviously in a rush, muttering a small ‘sorry’ to everyone. Tom eyed his friend, a smirk appearing on his face. Evans glanced between Tom and Harrison, putting the puzzle pieces together. Slowly, as if not to alarm anyone, he made his way closer to Tom. “So Harrison likes Y/N, huh?” He nudged the younger boys shoulder.
Tom’s brows furrowed as he looked up at Evans, “How’d you know?” He shook his head, a small chuckle falling from his lips, “I mean, I myself, thought it was quite obvious, but,” he trailed off, eyes darting back to Harrison.
Evans chuckled, shaking his head, “I didn’t really notice it until just now,” he followed Tom’s gaze. “It’s the way he looks at her like his whole world revolves around her,” he shook his head, a faint smile on his lips, “That kid is in over his head,” he sighed, rubbing his free hand over his beard.
Tom’s brows snapped together, lips pressing into a thin line, “What do you mean by that?”
Evans seemed to catch his mistake, eyes widening slightly, “It’s really not my place to tell,” he spit out quickly, risking a glance to Y/N, who seemed to be in her own little world, oblivious to everything going on behind her as she led them to the food court.
Tom sighed, his brows still furrowed, “Is something wrong?” He’d be lying if he wasn’t concerned about his friend.
Evans sighed, shaking his head, “I’d love to tell you, but,” he paused, shaking his head again, “You’d have to ask her.” He offered him a small smile before moving toward the young actress, throwing an arm around her shoulders.
The young girl let out a laugh, shoving the older actor playfully, his arm remaining on her shoulders. Tom furrowed his brows, curiosity burning in his mind to know what Chris had meant when he said his best mate was getting in over his head. He sighed, shaking his head lightly, moving quickly to catch up with the group.
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“Do you boys do anything but complain?” Y/N asked, eyebrows furrowed. She scanned each of the boys, her elbows resting on the table they were currently seated at. They had been enjoying their food for a while, that was until she had brought up the flight.
Tom frowned, his hand stopping halfway to his mouth, french fry dangling from it, “What do you mean? We don’t complain, right Harrison?” Tom moved his eyes to his best friend, elbowing him lightly in the side.
“Huh?” Harrisons' head shot up, a ketchup-smeared to the right of his cheek, “What? Oh yeah, no we don’t complain, what’re you talking about Y/N?” Harrison pouted.
Y/N raised a single brow, putting what they called her ‘mom’ face on, “Hmm,” she nodded, lips pursed.
Chris held back a chuckle, shaking his head at the other actors, “I think I have to go with Y/N on this one,” he spoke, wiping his hands on his napkin, crumpling it up and throwing it into the paper bag in front of him.
Tom sighed, rolling his eyes, “It’s because she’s your daughter isn’t it?” He narrowed his eyes at the two playfully, leaning his seat back on two legs.
“On-screen dad,” Y/N corrected.
Tom waved a hand, dismissing the idea, “Same thing.”
“I’m going to laugh when you bust from having your chair like that,” she stuck her tongue out at him.
Tom laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling up, “Yeah,” he scoffed, “Like that could happen.”
Harrison smirked, reaching out with one hand to shove Tom sideways, causing him to fall out of his chair, “You were saying mate?”
“Harrison! Seriously mate, who’s side are you on?” Tom cried from the floor, struggling to keep his own laughter at bay. The rest of the table was dying, Harrison could see the tears pooling in Y/N eyes, and the sight made his grin wider.
“You had it coming Tom,” he replied, shaking his head. “Now, c’mon, we have a flight to catch,” he stood from the table, sending a quick wink to Y/N, whose face flushed.
“You better keep your eyes open mate,” Tom called after him, “You’ve just declared war! War!” Laughter fell from the boy's lips as he pushed himself off the floor, jogging after his group.
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“Hi my name is Ashley, I’ll be your flight attendant today. If you could all fasten your seatbelts, the flight attendants will come around shortly for your drinks,” a cheery voice called out from the front of the cabin. “...Thank you for choosing Southwest! Enjoy your flight!” Y/N looked up for the first time during the speech, brows furrowed.
“Did she say anything important?” she whispered, leaning over slightly to ask Chris.
Chris shook his head, a small laugh falling from his lips, “No, you didn’t miss anything, from her at least,” he muttered the last part as an afterthought.
“What do you mean?” Her brows pulled together, confusion evident in her voice and on her features.
Chris’s eyes widened, “Oh, crap,” his cheeks flushed, “It’s just, uh,” he fumbled for words, Y/N waiting expectantly, “Harrison’s been keeping his eyes on you for like basically ever,” he smiled sheepishly.
Y/N’s eyes widened at his words, “He, he, what?” She struggled to form words, her body in complete shock.
“Hey, hey, relax,” Chris placed a hand on her shoulder, giving in a light squeeze, “It’s ok Y/N,” he repeated quietly, trying to calm the poor girl down. She got worked up over these things very easily, ever since Dylan.
Y/N closed her eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. “You think, you think,” she paused, biting her lower lip lightly, her eyes fluttering over to meet his gaze, “You think he might like me?” Her voice was quiet, barely over a whisper. Her E/C eyes shone under the lights of the plane, strands of her H/C hair falling out of her bun, framing her face.
Chris smiled easily at her, “Y/N,” his voice was soft, as if trying not to scare her away, “Anyone with eyes can see that he feels something a lot stronger than friendship for you,” he gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze, turning his body to block Tom and Harrison’s view of her from the aisle across from them.
Y/N sat in silence for a while, feeling the plane moving under them, preparing for take off. She sighed, pushing strands of her hair back, “I don’t think I’m ready,” she whispered, her eyes glued to her hands that rested in her lap.
“That’s okay!” Chris spoke encouragingly, “You don’t have to be ready yet. It’ll all work itself out in the end, I promise. For now, try to focus on the press tour, and try not to snore too loudly in my ear,” he joked, nudging her shoulder with his.
A light laugh left her, “Whatever, you snore louder than I do,” she rolled her eyes, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
“There’s the Y/N I know,” he smiled at her, the look of a proud parent visible in his eyes.
“Whatever loser,” she mumbled, shifting to get comfortable in the small seat.
Summary: Isn’t it lovely? When someone loves you more than anything else in the world. For Y/N the concept of love was foreign; even if she was adored by millions of loving fans. Love scared her, for a good reason too. She’d never been around it in a pure way. It had always been destructive, harmful. That was until she met a certain someone. A certain someone named Harrison.
Paring: Actor!Haz x Actress!Reader
Warnings: fluff. lots of fluff
Word count: 3,207
One //Two //Three //Four
“Y/N, Y/N, just breathe, it’s alright, you’re alright,” Chris spoke softly, crouched down in front of the girl on the ground. He placed his hands on her shoulders, gazing into her E/C eyes. Slowly Y/N met his gaze, her breathing starting to slow. “That’s right, just like that,” he offered her a small smile, turning to the two young actors staring at him with wide eyes. “What happened?” He asked, rubbing small circles onto the girls’ shoulders.
“We, we were on our way to go to the pool,” Tom sputtered, trying to explain. Chris raised a brow, “We,” Tom winced slightly, glancing at Harrison, “We uh, well we were checking her out,” he rubbed the back of his neck. Harrison’s cheeks tinted pink, and he kept his head down, slightly ashamed.
Chris closed his eyes, sighing almost in relief, “Oh thank goodness,” he breathed, pulling Y/N into a hug. Harrison’s head snapped up at Chris’s words, confusion clear in his eyes. Chris looked between the two boys mouthing an ‘I tell you later’ as he helped Y/N stand. “Are you okay now?” He turned his full attention to the young actress, who nodded in response, arms still locked tightly around her torso. “Okay,” Chris nodded, “I’m going to take you back to your room now, alright?” At her nod, he swept her into his arms, carrying her bridal style to her room. The two Brits shuffling after, trying to put all the puzzle pieces together.
“What the hell does he mean?” Harrison asked softly.
Tom shrugged, biting his lip, “Hell if I know mate,” he had an idea that this had something to do with what Chris had told him in the airport in LA, but he wasn’t sure.
“Will one of you open the door?” Chris asked Y/N’s room key in his hand. Harrison nodded, stepping up and taking the key, sliding it into the door, pushing it open after the light turned green. Chris darted through the door, setting Y/N on the bed, pulling the orange comforter up to her chin. “Will you be okay on your own?” His eyes held a mild concern for her well-being.
Y/N nodded, “I’ll be fine,” her voice was rough, “Thank you,” she glanced up at her father figure, offering him a small smile.
He smiled back, patting her head, “Anytime. You know I’m here for you Y/N,” he placed a fatherly kiss to her hairline.
She smiled, nodding her head, “I know,” her eyes darted to the two Brits hovering in the doorway, her cheeks flushed, “S-sorry guys,” her eyes dropped, messing with the comforter, “I didn’t mean to ruin our plans.”
Tom shook his head, grinning softly at her, “You didn’t ruin anything Y/N,” he assured her.
“Yeah, it’s all good,” Harrison smiled softly at her, an emotion Y/N couldn’t place clouding his eyes, “We’ll go another time, you just rest,” he motioned to her bed, and she nodded.
Chris smiled at the two boys before turning back to Y/N, “Alright, you sleep, call if you need anything,” he smiled at her again, “Goodnight Y/N/N,” he inched away from the bed, heading to the door.
“Night Dad,” she muttered, slowly drifting off to sleep. The name made Chris falter in his steps, he recovered quickly, a soft blush on his cheeks, “Night Tom, Haz,” she mumbled, her head lolling to the side.
The two boys smiled at her sleeping figure, “Night Y/N,” they stated, moving out of the room, Chris right on their heels.
“So, what was that?” Tom asked after they were a good ways down the hall.
Chris sighed, running a hand down his face, “Look, I really shouldn’t be telling you this,” he glanced between the two boys, “So I’m not going to tell you the whole story. That’s up to her,” he motioned back to Y/N’s room, “Sometimes she gets anxiety attacks. It’s a symptom she got from a really messed up thing that happened to her,” he sighed, his expression hardening at the thought, “It had nothing to do with you two personally,” he assured the two boys.
Tom nodded, brows pulled together, “That must be awful for her,” he shook his head, his heart aching for his friend.
“She doesn’t deserve any of that,” Harrison agreed, his heart hurting for entirely different reasons, “So,” he moved to change the subject slightly, “What can we do to help when it happens?” His arms crossed loosely over his chest. Any thoughts Tom and Harrison had about the pool were now long forgotten.
“Well,” Chris started, “You just gotta be soft with her. Speak in low tones, just reassure her you’re there, and that she needs to breathe,” he offered them a small smile. “They’re not always like that. That’s the worst one she’s had in a while. They don’t happen often at all anymore,” he shrugged, stopping outside his room.
“Hm,” Tom nodded, his gaze on the patterned carpet. “Well, thank you for being there for her,” he shrugged, not really knowing what to say.
Chris laughed, “Yeah. I’ll always be there for her.”
“So,” Tom started, smirking playfully, “I guess you really are her dad now,” he snickered.
Chris rolled his eyes, unable to hide the gleam of pride in his eyes, “I guess so,” he shrugged, unlocking his room. “You two get on, we’ve got a busy day tomorrow,” he reminded, slipping into his room.
Tom turned to Harrison, who had a thoughtful expression on his face, “You okay mate?” Tom’s brows furrowed.
Harrison nodded, “Yeah, I’m just curious as to what happened to her, you know?”
Tom nodded as they made their way back to their shared room, “Yeah I know what you’re saying,” he sighed, “It sucks. She’s such a sweet girl, and she definitely didn’t deserve whatever happened to her,” Tom’s lips pressed into a firm line.
Harrison shook his head, “You think she’ll tell us?”
Tom shrugged, opening their hotel room, “I don’t know. I hope she does, but I don’t think we should push her to,” he glanced at his friend, studying him. “Besides, I’m sure she’ll tell you if anything progresses between you guys,” he offered him a small smile.
“Yeah I guess so,” Harrison tugged the towel off his shoulders, moving to the bathroom to change.
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The morning light flitted in through the large windows of the hotel, stirring Y/N from her sleep. She groaned, knowing her alarm would go off any second now. Sure enough, ten seconds later her alarm blared. She sighed heavily, turning over to shut it off. A small yawn escaped, as she pulled herself into a seated position, stretching before slipping out of the warm bed. “Good morning Spain,” she beamed, looking out the large window in front of her. Looking down she realized she never changed out of her bathing suit. “Oops,” a light blush tinted her cheeks as she moved around her room to get ready for the day.
Half an hour later, Y/N was preparing to leave her hotel room to get down to breakfast. Her nude heels clicked along the tile of the bathroom as she applied the finishing touches to her peach lip gloss. She smiled at her reflection, smoothing the little baby hairs sticking up. Her H/C was curled, hanging in soft curls around her face. She smoothed her baby pink dress down, her charm bracelet sliding down her wrist as she did so. She grabbed the small white clutch off the counter and shoved her phone and room key into it, stepping out of the bathroom to the door of the room. Stepping out the door she nearly rammed into someone, “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” she blushed, moving her eyes up.
Harrison’s cheeks flushed as he took a step back, his raised arm falling to his side, “It’s fine love,” he smiled easily, eyes scanning quickly over her, “How’re you feeling this morning?” His voice was laced with little hints of concern.
Y/N felt her cheeks heat up at the mention of last night's episode, “Oh I’m much better now, thank you,” she offered him a small smile. The two moved to walk down the hall.
“That’s good,” Harrison nodded, scratching the back of his neck, “We were all pretty worried about you.”
“I’m fine, really,” she reassured him, E/C eyes moving to meet his piercing blue ones. “You heading to breakfast?” She motioned down the hall to the elevator, swiftly changing the subject.
Harrison nodded, a small smile appearing, “Yeah, Tom and Chris are already down there,” he chuckled lightly.
She giggled, covering her mouth with a hand, “I’m surprised you’re not with them,” she teased, bumping his bicep with her shoulder.
He grinned down at her, “I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” he shrugged, “Plus, someone had to make sure sleeping beauty got up,” he teased right back, dodging the light punch she threw his way.
“Oh whatever Osterfield, you and Tom are no better than me,” her eyes narrowed playfully, and the two broke out in giggles as they stepped into the elevator, riding it down to the lobby.
“You wish Y/L/N,” Harrison shot back, a smirk pulling at his lips.
Y/N rolled her eyes, smile still in place, “Mm,” she nodded, playing along, “You’re absolutely right,” she shook her head, her eyes moving to the marble flooring of the elevator.
“Are you ready for a day of interviews?” Harrison asked eyebrow raised.
Y/N rolled her eyes, “Oh goodness, is anyone ever ready for that?” She shook her head, “It’s always the same questions, ‘Y/N what can we expect from Amber in this movie?’ ‘Do you die in the end?’ ‘Are you and Tom Holland dating?’” Harrison’s head shot up at the last question, his lips pressing into a hard line.
“They really ask you that?” He blurted, only looking at her through the blurred reflection from the elevator.
Y/N shrugged, picking at a hangnail, “Yeah, or they ask me if Chris is my real dad,” she added, trying to lighten the mood again.
Harrison forced a chuckle, shaking his head, “But out of curiosity, is he?” He smirked glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
Y/N laughed, shaking her head, “No, no he’s not,” she pursed her lips, and the elevator doors opened, revealing the grand lobby to them. “Wow,” she marveled as they stepped out, “Marvel really set us up this time,” a look of pure awe washed over her.
Harrison smiled lovingly at her, not paying the decor any attention, “Yeah,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving her frame, “They really did.”
“There they are!” Tom’s voice called as he spotted his friends entering the breakfast nook the hotel offered. “Took you long enough,” he grumbled playfully, leaning his chair back on two legs.
Y/N rolled her eyes, setting her clutch on the small, white table, “Whatever Holland, nothing stopped you from eating without us,” she pulled her chair out, sliding onto the seat.
“That’s not true,” Tom pointed out, motioning to Chris, who was sitting next to Y/N, “Chris insisted that we wait for you two,” he rolled his eyes playfully.
“At least someone’s a gentleman,” she quipped, teasing Tom.
Tom rolled his eyes, his smile not wavering, “Whatever, let’s eat now, I’m starved,” he shot out of his chair, dragging Harrison with him before the poor boy could have a chance to sit down.
Y/N shook her head, a chuckle falling from her lips, “Those two.”
Chris laughed, throwing an arm over the back of her chair, “You’re telling me,” he shook
his head, “We should go grab some food though, the car will be here in forty-five minutes to pick us up,” he sighed softly, he didn’t want to do a full day of press any more than she did.
Y/N sighed, standing up, “Alright c’mon, then,” she nodded toward the buffet spread on the other side of the room. She could hear Tom’s accented voice dance across the room, bouncing off the walls as he argued with Harrison about food. She rolled her eyes at the two boys.
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Forty-five minutes later, Chris, Harrison, Tom, and Y/N piled into the car Marvel had sent for them. Chris sat up front, talking animatedly with their driver while Y/N was squeezed into the back with Tom and Harrison on either side of her. “You look very lovely today Y/N,” Tom complimented as they buckled up, the driver pulling away from the curb. “Don’t you think Haz?” Tom’s eyebrow raised.
Harrison nodded, a light pink falling on his cheeks, “You look very beautiful today,” he agreed, eyes on his hands.
Y/N beamed, “Thank you boys,” she smoothed down the skirt of her dress, “You both look good today as well.” She wasn’t wrong. Tom had chosen to wear a plain white t-shirt with a tan jacket over it and dark wash skinny jeans. Harrison, not going to be in any spotlight today, stuck with a grey t-shirt and jeans.
“Well I always look good,” Tom started, earning a slap from Y/N, “But thank you anyway, love,” he grinned, poking her shoulder.
Y/N rolled her eyes, “I can’t believe I have to sit through a whole day of interviews with you today,” she teased, “You better be on your best behavior,” she waved a finger at him.
Tom faked a look of hurt, “Y/N, I’m always on my best behavior.”
Y/N raised a brow, trying not to laugh, “Are you now?”
Tom nodded, “Sure am, tell her Haz,” he glanced over Y/N’s head to Harrison.
Harrison shook his head, laughing at his friend, “Mate, c’mon now,” he shrugged, laughs rolling off his lips.
“Harrison we need to have a serious talk later,” Tom mock scowled, narrowing his eyes at the headrest in front of him.
“You kids behave back there,” Chris teased, turning in his seat to scold the young actors in the back.
Y/N raised her hands defensively, “Hey, he started it!” She squealed, pointing to Tom.
“You snitch!” He laughed, tickling her side, causing her to squeal lightly, falling into Harrison.
“Thomas Stanley Holland!” She squealed, feebly trying to push his hands away. Chris and Harrison broke out into laughter, shaking their heads at the two friends.
“We’re here,” the driver piped up, pulling up to a curb.
“Thank you so much,” Chris moved to open his door, “We’ll see you after the interviews,” he slid out of the car, Tom, Harrison, and Y/N following after. The entire walk to the building consisted of Tom and Y/N pushing each other and laughing, causing Chris to sigh like an exasperated father.
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“Y/N, Chris, Tom, thank you so much for joining us today!” The interviewer beamed, shaking each of their hands.
“Thank you for asking us,” Y/N beamed expertly, crossing her ankles in her seat.
“So let’s hop right to it shall we?” He raised a brow, and the actors nodded. “So in past interviews, we’ve heard from several members of the cast that they take stuff home from set,” the interviewer paused as the three actors before him chuckled, “Have any of you managed to steal anything from this movie?”
Y/N raised an eyebrow, “Like from Marvel or from a co-star?” She giggled lightly,
causing the interviewer to do the same.
“Either or,” he laughed, “Because now you have me curious about the co-star thing.”
Tom and Chris both eyed her, “Yeah, you got me quite curious too love,” Tom folded his
arms over his chest, expectant look on his face.
“I think from Marvel, I’ve managed to snag one of Amber’s capes,” she smirked, sending
a small wink to the camera, the boys laughing at her antics. Off-screen, Harrison shook his head at her answer, smile gracing his lips. “But,” she settled back into her seat, leaning on one of the armrests, “From my co-stars,” she eyed Chris and Tom before looking back at the camera, “I have a pair of Tom’s spider-man sweats and one of Chris’s hoodies in my suitcase right now,” she grinned, shrugging slightly.
Tom gasped, sending her an accusing look, “You have my spider-man sweats?”
Y/N grinned proudly, “That’ll teach you to stop leaving your clothes on set,” she shrugged, glancing at him.
“They weren’t on set!” Tom cried, fighting back a laugh, “They were in my trailer,” he looked at the interviewer.
“Oh,” Y/N shrugged, throwing her hands up, “Oops?”
“I can’t believe this,” he shook his head, fake pouting.
“When did you get one of my hoodies?” Chris asked, turning to face her, his best ‘dad’ face on.
Y/N waved a hand in dismissal, “it was during Civil War, don’t worry about it,” she turned
to the interviewer, “Next question,” she beamed.
The interviewer shook his head, his shoulders shaking with laughter, “Tom, Chris,” he looked between the two boys, “Did you want to answer the question?”
“Well,” Tom started loudly, “I can honestly say that I don’t have any of my coworkers' things,” he shot Y/N a look, “And I’m way too scared to take something from Marvel,” he laughed lightly, his eyes crinkling in the corner.
“I have one of Cap’s shields,” Chris shrugged, “But nothing from coworkers,” he shook his head.
“So it sounds like you’re the only one grabbing mementos from your castmates,” he laughed with Y/N.
“Sounds like it!” She grinned, not ashamed in the slightest.
“So, have y’all seen the movie?” He asked, leaning back in his chair. The actors nodded, “And I’m guessing you can’t really say anything?”
Y/N shook her head, “The only thing I can tell you,” she moved her gaze to stare directly into the camera, “Is that you will definitely be shook,” her lips pressed into a thin line.
“I agree,” Tom nodded, arms crossed loosely over his chest.
The interviewer nodded, “Alright, we’re gonna play a little game now,” the actors groaned, giggling, “It’s called ‘Who Said It’ and the lines can come from any movie,” he explained, grabbing a set of cards from the floor.
“Any movie?” Chris asked, his eyebrows raised.
“Any movie,” the interview confirmed.
“Oh man,” Tom whined, throwing his head back.
“Bring it on,” Y/N glanced at the boys on either side of her, “Y’all are going down,” she smirked.
The interviewer laughed, looking down at the first card, “Okay the line is ‘What’s up tic-tac?’” He glanced up to find Chris and Tom both with their faces scrunched in confusion.
“Falcon in Civil War!” Y/N cried pumping a fist into the air, startling her castmates.
The interviewer nodded, laughing, “Y/N is correct,” he shuffled the cards in his hands.
“No fair,” Tom whined, glancing at Y/N, “She’s watched like every Marvel movie a thousand times each at least,” he pointed to Y/N, who was beaming.
“You’re just saying that because you know you’re going to lose,” she shoved his arm playfully.
Summary: Isn’t it lovely? When someone loves you more than anything else in the world. For Y/N the concept of love was foreign; even if she was adored by millions of loving fans. Love scared her, for a good reason too. She’d never been around it in a pure way. It had always been destructive, harmful. That was until she met a certain someone. A certain someone named Harrison.
Paring: Actor!Haz x Actress!Reader
Warnings: some angst, talk of emotional abuse later on, drinking
Word count: 2,444
A/N: Sorry it’s on the shorter side, but it’s very important for what’s coming up. We’re about to really get into the story, and I’m so excited to take this journey with all of y’all! Also, for some reason, Tumblr isn’t letting me put my moodboard up, so when that is fixed, I’ll add it in! Thank you lovelies for being patient! Updates are going to start being on Wednesday’s.
“Y/N,” a voice muttered, shaking her shoulder gently.
“Mm,” she groaned, shrugging the hand off. Giggles erupted around her as she curled further into the small plane seat.
“Y/N c’mon, we’re here,” the voice was louder this time.
“Ugh,” the actress groaned, stretching her arms out, her eyes fluttering open slowly, “What do you want?” She snipped, a small yawn escaping.
Harrison chuckled, “C’mon sleeping beauty, it’s time to disembark,” Y/N’s head snapped up at the accented voice, a small blush tinting her cheeks.
“S-sorry Haz, I didn’t, I didn’t know it was you,” she tripped over her words slightly, unbuckling her seatbelt. Her brows furrowed together, “Wait, where’s Tom and Chris?” her eyes scanned the aisles around them, not finding the other members of their group.
Harrison chuckled, leaning back, “They’re waiting in the terminal for us,” he fixed his grip on their bags.
Y/N nodded, standing from her seat, noticing the bags in his hands. Her eyes softened at the sight as she slipped out of the aisle, “You didn’t have to do that,” she motioned to her bag.
He shrugged, a smile pulling at his lips, “I don’t mind,” his gaze found hers, and the two held it for a lingering moment.
“We should probably go,” her voice was soft, barely over a whisper.
“Yeah,” he nodded, his eyes still glued to hers. After a moment, he cleared his throat, “Shall we?”
She nodded, turning her head away in an attempt to hide her coming blush, “I think we’ve kept them waiting long enough,” she started making her way to the exit, a question nagging in the back of her mind. “Harrison,” she started once they were in the tunnel leading to the terminal, “Why did you stay behind to wake me and not Chris?” she bit her lip afterward, fiddling with her fingers.
Harrison blushed, keeping his head ducked down, “I, uh, well,” he stumbled over his words as they walked side by side to the looming door leading back into the airport. “I, well,” he sighed softly, shrugging one shoulder, “I don’t know actually. Just wanted to I guess,” his voice was almost timid.
Y/N was silent for a moment, processing his words. ‘Maybe Chris was right,’ she thought to herself. “Oh,” she nodded, not wanting to embarrass him further, “Okay then,” her voice was soft, comforting to the young man beside her. They stayed silent the rest of the walk.
“There they are,” Tom’s face brightened when he saw his friends walk out, “I thought you’d never wake up,” he nudged Y/N joking smile in place.
The young actress rolled her eyes, playful smile pulling at her lips, “Whatever Holland like you’re any better,” she stuck her tongue out at him.
Tom put a hand on his heart, mock pouting, “You hurt my feelings with these lies, darling,” he batted his eyes at her, trying to squeeze a hint of pity from her.
She raised a single brow, “If you’re trying to make me feel sorry for you, it’s not gonna happen,” she waltzed closer to him, placing a hand on his chest, “But nice try Holland,” she smirked, patting his chest before backing away, sending a small wink his way.
Chris laughed, shaking his head, “One of these days you’ll learn Holland,” he glanced at the young actor, who had a joyful smile on his face, “But I’m afraid today isn’t the day,” he started to follow after the girl, knowing she had no clue where she was going.
“It’s worth it!” Tom called, him and Harrison scrambling to keep up, “If it makes her smile or laugh, it’s worth it,” he shook his head, glancing at Haz, “Isn’t that right Harrison,” a sly smirk etched its way onto his lips.
“Huh?” Harrison dragged his eyes away from Y/N’s figure to focus back on his friend.
Tom and Chris both laughed, shaking their heads at the poor boy, “Mate, you’re so whipped,” Tom wheezed, eyes crinkling up as he laughed. Chris pulled away from the pair to go converse with Y/N.
Harrison glared at Tom, though they both knew it meant nothing, “Shut it Holland,” he muttered, tightening his grip on their bags. Tom continued to laugh and poke fun at his friend the entire way to the car.
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“So,” Chris started once they got settled into the car, “We’re a little behind schedule because of all the fans at the airport,” a loving smile appeared on his face when he talked about his fans. “But, it’s not too much of a big deal. We get today to settle into our rooms, and tomorrow we have a full day of interviews,” Chris shook his head, glancing back and forth between Tom and Y/N.
Y/N looked over at Chris, dragging her eyes from the window, an awestruck look on her face, “Do you think we could like, I dunno, go sightseeing today?” She was nearly jumping in her seat, her features brightened in a way no one except Chris had seen before.
Harrison’s expression softened as he looked at her, noticing the little dance she was doing in her seat, chuckling softly as she failed to contain her excitement. Chris laughed, “Are you sure you’re even up for that?” He raised a brow in question.
Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes, “You sound like such a dad right now,” she flopped back into her seat beside him.
Chris laughed again, shaking his head, “You do know we have four days here right? One day to settle in, two of work, and then we have a free day,” he eyed the young girl, “I promise, you’ll be able to do everything you want to do,” he threw his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a side hug.
She huffed, her arms crossed over her chest, “Yeah, yeah, whatever dad,” she glanced up at him, biting her lip to stop the smile from spreading.
Chris rolled his eyes, patting the top of her head with his hand, “I like you a lot better when you’re sleeping,” he grumbled.
Tom and Harrison watched the two with curious looks on their faces. Well, Tom watched curiously, Harrison watched Y/N mainly, just like the love-sick puppy he was. “You know,” Tom whispered, leaning over to Harrison, “Nothing’s gonna happen if you don’t ask her out,” he glanced back at Y/N and Chris, who seemed to be arguing over something petty.
Harrison’s cheeks flushed, “Nothing’s gonna happen, Tom,” he shook his head, dropping his gaze, “She’s just getting started in her career, she doesn’t have time for a boyfriend,” he glanced back at his friend.
Tom scoffed, shaking his head, brown curls flying, “You can’t make that decision for her mate,” he shrugged one shoulder, deciding to let it be for now.
Harrison nodded, not saying anything else about it for the rest of the drive.
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“Y/N,” a voice called, muffled by the door of the hotel room, “Y/N c’mon, open the door love,” the accent filtered through, causing the young actress to groan, snuggling her face further into the cloud-like pillows the hotel offered.
“Go away, ‘m sleeping,” her voice called, thick with sleep.
She heard a chuckle as the knocks kept coming, “Seriously Y/L/N, open up.”
Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes as she dragged herself out of bed, H/C hairs sticking up with static. Her makeup had been smudged in some places, leaving streaks of black mascara across her cheeks. Grudgingly, she opened the door, a loud ‘huff’ leaving her lips. “What do you want?” She groaned, leaning against the doorframe. Her eyelids were droopy, begging her to sleep off the jet-lag.
Tom laughed at the young girls' appearance, “Wow Y/N, you look like you got hit by a bus,” he tried stifling his laughs, but his effort was in vain.
The young girls’ eyes narrowed at him, “Gentlemen as always I see,” she rolled her eyes, her head drooping to fall against the frame, a small yawn escaping.
“Well, I was going to invite you to the pool with Haz and me,” he gave her a once-over, smirk pulling his lips, “But now that I’ve seen you, I think it’d be better for you to stay in,” his face scrunched up playfully.
Y/N reached out to slap his arm, “And here I was going to invite you inside, but I think I’ll just go back to bed,” she smirked, pretending to close the door.
“Wait, love,” Tom called frantically, stopping the door with his foot, “Did I mention Haz was gonna be there?” He tried again, chocolate eyes searching her E/C ones.
Y/N eyed him, considering her options. The pool did sound like fun, well getting a tan sounded like fun, but she was feeling a bit jet-lagged. After a moment she sighed, her head falling back, “Fine,” she groaned, knowing full well that Tom was jumping up and down outside her door, “I’ll go to the pool with y’all,” she sneaked a glance at him, finding the actor grinning from ear to ear, pumping a fist in the air.
“Yes! I knew you’d agree!” He jumped once more, turning to head back down the hall, “You won’t regret it!” He called.
She rolled her eyes, unable to help the smile forming on her lips at his childish antics, “I’ll meet you at your room in twenty!” She called, shutting the door after her. She shuffled around her room, finally picking the suitcase that had been waiting by the door up, moving around to place it on the bed. The soft orange comforter made the room glow with the slowly setting sun reflecting off of it. She sighed softly, digging around her bag to find the simple black string swimsuit. Y/N moved to the bathroom, swimsuit dangling in her hand. She jumped at her reflection in the mirror, her face scrunching up, “Maybe Tom was right,” she shook her head, grabbing a makeup wipe to scrub the day’s makeup away. She fixed her hair, throwing it back into a messy bun before she changed. Satisfied, she grabbed a towel and slipped her black flip flops on before swiping her room key. Y/N threw the towel over her shoulder and left the room, walking down the hall a bit to Tom and Harrison’s shared room. “Tom!” She hollered, pounding her fist on the door.
She heard a startled yelp, and a loud thud causing her to laugh. “One minute!” A British voice called back. A loud shuffling could be heard, and she swore she heard a whispered argument take place, but the door swung open to reveal a grinning Tom before she could be sure. “Y/N, darling, so glad you decided to come,” he grinned, throwing the door the rest of the way open. He was already in his swim trunks, and she couldn’t deny that he looked good. His abs were prominent and very defined, she swore you’d be able to grate cheese with them.
She raised a brow at his behavior but shrugged it off. “Tom I literally told you twenty minutes ago that I was coming,” her brows pinched, confusion swirling in her eyes.
“Don’t listen to him,” Harrison called, stepping out of the small bathroom, towel hanging off one of his broad shoulders. “I have no idea what’s gotten into him,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
Y/N slipped him a small smile, “If anything, he’s being more Tom than usual,” she giggled, moving one hand to cover her mouth.
“Hey,” Tom pouted, appearing in front of the two, phone and room key in hand, “I can still hear you, ya know,” a single curl fell against his forehead, and Y/N had to refrain from moving it back.
“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, gaze moving between the two boys, “Are we going swimming or not?” A single brow rose, and she cocked one of her hips, choosing to ignore their eyes sweeping over her figure. “Guys,” she clicked her tongue, attempting to get their attention, “My eyes are up here,” her voice was a little harder, and their heads snapped up, a blush tinting their cheeks. “Idiots,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes as she made her way to the door.
She heard the boys scrambling after her, tripping over their feet to try to catch up to her. “Y/N!” Tom called as he and Harrison sprinted after her, confused on how she was so far ahead, “Aye, wait up!” Rolling her eyes, she stopped in front of the elevators, turning around slowly to meet the two boys, eyebrow raised expectantly.
“We’re sorry, Y/N,” Harrison couldn’t meet her gaze, instead he locked his eyes to the floor, staring at the swirling pattern of black and white.
“We didn’t mean anything bad by it,” Tom risked a glance to Harrison, who nodded, still refusing to meet her gaze.
Y/N sighed. She was very tempted to tell them it was fine, that it happened all the time, but there was something in the back of her mind that wouldn’t let her brush it off completely. “Look,” she started, glancing between the two boys, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. Her thoughts battled one another. One part of her wanted to tell them to never let it happen again, simply because it scared her, but the other part of her didn’t want to have to explain herself to them. She wasn’t ready to talk about it with anyone who wasn’t Chris. Instinctively, her arms wrapped around her torso, trying to make her as small as possible.
The boys risked a glance at her, noticing the slightly pained look on her features. She didn’t seem to notice them at the time, too wrapped up in her own thoughts. The two shared a look of confusion, not entirely sure what to do. “Love,” Harrison called softly, concern laced in his tone, “Are you alright?” Hesitantly, he reached out a hand to her but snapped it back as she recoiled from his touch. A look of hurt passed over his face, but she didn’t see it.
“Y/N, darling, what’s wrong?” Tom’s eyes filled with concern, not knowing exactly what to do. When she didn’t respond, he glanced over at Harrison. “You stay with her, I’m gonna go get Chris,” he started backing away. Harrison nodded and Tom took off at a sprint back down the hall, getting the only person he could think of that might be able to help.