#harrison angst

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Some Harrison angst! (Because all my favorite characters get angst from me lol)

I wanted to do something a bit different with it! Well, different than what I usually do

The song is from Twenty-One Pilots and it’s called Heavydirtysoul

(May add a speedpaint later, right now I’m just gonna post the art)

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Too soon to say it

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Request by the wonderful @fanficparker

My requests are always open❤️

“Come on, it’s not that simple!” You shake your head, taking another handful of popcorn from the bowl between you and Harrison.

The two of you were in the middle of a video game night and were taking a break from your second round of Mario Kart. And the prospect of you moving away had just become the topic of conversation.

“Why would things have to change? We’re best friends!” He exclaims like a child, typical to fashion.

“I’m going to be in another country, you’ll be busy with work - I’m just saying things are likely to change,” You defend, trying to brush off the conversation topic quickly.

Harrison’s face falls as he pulls away the popcorn bowl before you can take some more, “You seriously think things aren’t going to be the same?”

When you look at his face, it pains you to be leaving him. The two of you had been best friends since your parents first taught you what a friend was. You’d been inseparable - closer than your parents and families ever expected from the two of you. You just fit together. And it grew and grew, from going to the same school, living on the same street, sneaking out to the same parties, and now living in the same London flat.

“Haz, we spend every day together here,” You explain, “I’m just saying it will be different because we won’t be living together, spending every waking moment with each other.”

“I have other friends,” He points out with a boyish pout.

“I’m just saying I won’t be living with you and it won’t be exactly the same, I’m not saying we’re just going to stop speaking to each other.”

He eyes you suspiciously and sets down the bowl once again, “If I win the next race, you have to stay!”

- - - - - -

“Harrison, have you seen my big suitcase?” You push yourself up from the ground as you’d been busy rummaging through your wardrobe to find it.

Today was the day you’d decided to first start packing as, three days from today, you were on your way to Spain for a year of teaching out there. It was something you’d wanted to do from when you were young. When the opportunity arose, not one part of you wanted to say no.

“I thought I’d left it in the bottom of my wardrobe but I-“ You start to explain to your roommate as you walk into the lounge.

There, in the middle of the floor, is the trusty suitcase that you’d been searching for. Though it’s misshapen and open with Harrison’s attempt to climb inside and zip himself in.

“Are you kidding?” You laugh, trying to shift the zip to expose him.

“I told you I could come with you!” He yells back from inside, his voice muffled by his contorted shape.

You’d dread to think how much effort he’d put into this, “And I told you that you could come if you bought your own damn seat on the plane. Get out of here, you div!”

“Okay, okay, okay,” He replies, “Get me out, it’s really hot in here!”

“Haz stop moving! The zip’s stuck!” You can’t help the exclamatory laugh that escapes your lips, “What the fuck have you done?!”

“Oh my god (Y/n) get me out!” The fear is seeping into his tone as he starts to wiggle around in the cramped space.

It takes a lot of yelling and too much stress but, eventually, he’s freed.

“You see what I’d do to keep you?” He comments, pulling his knees to his chest as he still stays seated in the case.

“Come on man, you’ll make me feel bad,” You sigh, “I’m only a few hours away.”

“But here, you’re a few steps away,” He comments, glancing between your retrospective rooms, “I don’t know, it’s going to be weird here without you.”

“It’s only a year, and you can still come and visit, I’ll come back for Christmas,” You remind him, the comments you’d already made a hundred times.

“I know, I know,” He assures you, reaching out his arm, “I’ve just never been without you.”

You blush a little and lean into his embrace, letting his arms wrap around you.

“Ew, God! Harrison you’re sweating!” You exclaim, pulling away from him.

“I told you - I was burning alive in there!”

“Get out of my suitcase then!”

- - - - - -

“How are you going to live without her, man?” Harry shakes his head, “I give it five weeks before this flat has gone to shit.”

“Five weeks? You’re being generous!” His older brother, Tom, scoffs as he hands a beer to his brother.

You and Harrison had organised a going away party at the flat for the night that was two days before you left. Giving you your last day to be just for you and Harrison - to prepare him to live without you at least.

“Let’s just say FaceTime will definitely be useful,” You nudge at Harrison’s side.

He didn’t seem much like himself tonight but you didn’t want to mention anything with all of your company around.

“Are you excited to leave, (Y/n)?” Harry asks, smiling in your direction.

“Nervous, worried, terrified,” You nod, “But definitely excited!”

You notice Harrison looking at you from the corner of your eye, his gaze not faltering. It’s deep and focused, like he’s clinging onto every last word you said.

The conversation flows from there on out but Harrison still manages to keep his eyes set on you with certainty that they wouldn’t lose you - in more ways than one.

- - - - - -

“Fancy sleeping in my bed tonight?” Harrison suggests as you’re both getting ready for bed, the apartment now semi-clean in the aftermath of the party.

“Sure, I’ll grab my duvet,” You smile and he heads out of the bathroom.

It wasn’t irregular for the two of you to share a bed, despite having your own rooms. You’d always grab both duvets and pool them into one bed for what Harrison called ‘optimum comfort’. Those were the nights where you’d sit and chat for hours and tell him a deep secret you were yet to expose. Or he’d confess to you that he’d got an audition coming up that he hadn’t mentioned. Or that he wasn’t ready for what life was throwing him.

“Thanks for tonight, it was lovely having everyone here,” You smile, “And you managed to invite everyone!”

Harrison smirks as he pulls back the covers of the bedspread, “I’m getting better.”

“Were you okay, though?” You bring it up eventually, “You just seemed a little quiet.”

He climbs into the bed and snuggles into his half, “Just feels strange that you’re leaving in like a day.”

You smile a little and climb in beside him, “We’ll be okay, Harrison? I’m not going to move to Spain and act like I’m living a new life.”

“I know, I know,” He shakes his head, “And I’m so happy for you, (Y/n), honestly.”

You smile a little at him and let the conversation fall silent. There was still something he wasn’t telling you.

“I’m so scared, H.”

The statement makes him bolt upright like a sudden danger had sprung upon you, “What do you mean?”

“I’m moving away from everything, what if I hate it? What if I’m a really shit teacher? Or I just don’t fit in with anyone there?” You ponder, “I’ve been waiting for this like it was all going to just be easy. But it’s probably the scariest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Hey,” He starts, “I think it’s impossible for you to be shit at anything - and you’re a people person with literally anyone, you’re practically fluent in Spanish more than English now, and it’s all just going to fall into place. It always does.”

You snuggle into him and wrap your arms around his torso, “It’s just a big move.”

“Of course it is, but don’t you remember telling me this plan when we were like ten years old?”

You chuckle, “We were sat in that fort we’d made in your garden.”

“And you told me that you’d already planned it, though you didn’t really know much more of what you wanted to do.”

“And you told me you wanted to be the next Leo DiCaprio,” You respond, glancing up at him with a smile.

“I’m getting there,” He wiggles his brows, “I promised you I’d thank you when I won an Oscar.”

You laugh, “Your Mum used to get so fed up when we ended up falling asleep out there. It used to get so cold!”

He smiles and holds you a little bit tighter, pulling up the duvets until they’re up to your chins. It feels like you could stay here forever.

“Well, we still have one full day,” He points out, running a hand through your hair.

“What do you fancy doing?” You ask quietly, fatigue taking over now you were wrapped in Harrison’s arms.

He pauses to think of any valid answer but his pause is just long enough to mean that you’re already falling into a slumber in his arms. When Harrison looks down at you, it’s like his whole world is wrapped up in this bed you’d struggled to put together when you first moved in. He lets your even breaths take hold of his thoughts as he circles through the motions of realisation that always occurred when he was this close to you. At what moment did he fall in love with his best friend? At what point did that ‘other half’ manage to grab a hold of his heart? And would he really let her leave without confessing that? It tugs at his heart to think of a day, a week, a month, a year, without her. But it makes things even worse that she’d been leaving with the lie he’d upheld since he first realised that his heart fluttered when she was near. And that didn’t happen with ‘just friends’. It’s not like Harrison when he feels a tear spill onto his cheek and trickle down the length of his face.

“God, you’ll be the death of me,” He mutters into the silent room, swiping at his face to stop any more tears.

- - - - - -

Your last day at home goes all too quickly, you run through everything with Harrison to make sure he was all set up for running the flat on his own. You check your packing once, twice, three times, before settling on the fact that you’d buy anything you’d forgotten once you were out there. You get your passport and your other essentials ready for the early morning. And just like that, the only thing left is leaving.

You find yourself sat out on the small balcony that came with this apartment, overlooking the typical city streets of London. It feels overwhelming to leave a place like this behind. You’d never been apart from home. First, it was your family, then it was Harrison. Wherever you went, there was a piece of home with you. You’d never really had that experience of being separate from it. Maybe you’d meet somebody out there that would become another piece of that home. But the prospect of a love interest was still yet to become of interest to you. You had everything you needed. Plus, Harrison was always hard to explain to any prospective love interests.

“Am I interrupting?” Harrison asks cautiously as he steps through the window and out onto the balcony, “You looked a little lonely.”

“Just thinking,” You give him a warm smile as he comes to stand beside you on the terrace.

He hums in response and let’s the silence engulf all of you once more. His lungs are screaming for him to say a thousand words with the breath they hold, his heart is yearning to stop feeling so tight at the thought of you. His head feels weak at the thought of processing one day without you.

I love you. Not in the way we’ve been saying since we were little. Not the ‘love you’ or the ‘love ya’. It’s I love you. Simple. Is it? I don’t know where it started, what caused it, why I can’t change it. But it’s consuming, heavy, crazy. It’s in every action you do, every word, every gesture, every expression. Living a life without you would be hell. But living a life where you’re always just my friend? That feels like a punishment that no religion could conceive the thought of.

“Haz...” Your voice is what snaps him from his thoughts.

It’s only then that he feels the tears pricking his skin, slipping down his cheeks.

“Shit,” He mutters, “It must just be the cold.”

The beaming sun outside and the T-shirt adorning his skin tells you otherwise.

“You know if you start crying, I always cry,” You chuckle, outstretching your arms and pulling him to your chest.

Harrison doesn’t speak and it scares you that he’s not the one comforting you - was he really not going to be okay without you?

“I’m just thinking about all of the Spanish boys you’re going to fall in love with,” He jokes, “And you’ll forget all about that pale boy from home.”

“Come on, if they love me, they have to love my pale boy,” You chuckle, “You’re my best friend!”

The statement makes him wrap his arms around you a little tighter. Not for the reason you thought - for the fact that you weren’t going to leave him. But for the fact that that’s all he ever would be. The name ‘best friend’ that always held so much weight had now become completely hopeless. It pained him that he could no longer accept that.

- - - - - -

You were on the phone to your parents when Harrison first started trying to write down everything his brain had been aching for him to say. It felt like it would give some sort of relief.

Dear To (Y/n), Squidge, My Love, Div, and all the other names that this twenty something years has given you.

We’ve been over this a thousand times, how you’re leaving me, how I’ll live alone, how Tom will get sick of me in the end. We’ve talked about it for hours because I started thinking that talking about things would make it easier. Make it easier to say goodbye to you.

It’s silly really - you’ll be back eventually. Whether that’s in a year, or two or three. You’ll be back. But I think it’s the fear of me realising that things are getting too late for anything to change. That somebody else could take my place could give you what I want to. you’ll leave and I’ll lose my chance of admitting anything real to you.

The truth is, for the past, well I don’t know how long, I’ve fallen in love with you. It wasn’t like I realised one thing one day and watched it develop. It’s like one morning I woke up and suddenly noticed it all. I noticed every single piece of you that ignites every single piece of me. I noticed who I am around you and how much I adore who you are around me. And, within that one day, it became blaringly obvious that things weren’t the same anymore.

I can tell you which exact day it was. It was not long after we’d moved in here. In June. We had a day at home where you decided to start decorating the lounge. You’d bought all of this new stuff that you’d been eyeing up for months. And it was all spread out on the floor. You were in this pair of grey joggers and a top you’d planned on wearing to the gym - although you never did get that membership. There was no particular thing that drew me to you. It was everything. It was the way you slipped in the kitchen in your socks as you tried to make a fancy lunch. The way you laughed and rolled your eyes when I failed to set up the coffee table. It was all of these parts of you that I’d never noticed enough.

He’s just starting to choke up when you say goodbye to your parents and he quickly folds up the page.

“Hey, we should probably start getting ready to go,” You lean against the doorframe and fold your arms.

Harrison glances up and nods, “Yeah, I’ll just sort myself out and we can go.”

You had it all planned. Sort out your final things, leave a little present on Harrison’s bed for when he got back from the airport, get to the airport with enough time to check in, and then you’d be gone.

- - - - - -

“Okay, is my passport in there?” You ask Harrison as the two of you are now parked in the airport carpark.

He’s in the back of the car rummaging through your carry on bag to check you’ve got everything in the right place.

“Yep,” He responds, “You’ve got your phone, laptop, purse, earphones...”

Harrison trails off as he slips the letter between the fold of your laptop - part of him hoping you’d somehow see it before you got on the plane. The rest of him hoping you’d never open that.

“Alright, then, we’re ready.”

- - - - - -

You’re just about to walk through to security when you and Harrison realise this will be goodbye. You want to take in every feature of his face. You wanted to memorise the way his eyes move when he smiles, the way his head tilts back when he laughs, the way his hair moves when he shakes his head. You wanted to memorise all of the features that made him your best friend, practically your other half.

“Alright, I think this is it,” You begin, looking at him a little hopelessly - knowing there was nothing you could say that would tell him how much you’d miss him, “I’m gonna miss you man.”

He smiles a little but it doesn’t meet his eyes, “Yeah, you could say that.”

“You’re all ready for the bills and stuff, and I’m sure Tom will be staying more often than not,” You assure him, “If there’s any complication with the rent or bills or anything, just let me know, okay?”

“(Y/n), we’ve been through the logistics!” He squeezes your hand, “I’ll be fine.”

You sigh and wrap your arms around him tightly, taking in his scent that always laced his clothes, “Thank you for everything Harrison.”

He pulls away gently and looks at you with complete focus, “Okay, there’s something I need to stay because, if I don’t, I’ll spend every day thinking that I should’ve done.”

You frown a little and take a step back.

He lets out a shaky breath, “God, I don’t know where to start. Okay, here goes nothing.”

“Harrison, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“I love you (Y/n). I love you with every single fibre of my body, every single piece of my heart. And I know that I shouldn’t feel like that. I’m not supposed to. You’re supposed to be the one girl that I wouldn’t fall in love with - the one girl. And I couldn’t do it,” He shrugs as tears start building up to blur his vision, “I know this is the worst time and I know that it’s-“

“Haz, what are you doing?”

He stops dead, lips parting slightly.

“I need to catch my flight, I don’t know what you want me to say... I...” You stumble, heart beating way too fast in your chest, “I can’t do this.”

“(Y/n), please,” He croaks out, hand reaching for you.

“You want this to be how I leave?” You pull away from him, “Harrison this changes everything!”

“I know, I know,” He nods, “But it’s consuming (Y/n/n). It’s killing me everyday that I’m not telling you that I love you. It’s killing me every time I convince myself that we should just be friends.”

You’re trembling as he talks - the panic of not knowing how to respond starting to trickle through your veins.

“You’re the only woman I’ll ever feel that way about.”

“Don’t say that,” You shake your head, “What do you expect me to say? Is this how badly you want me to stay?”

“No! God no!” Harrison tries to grip onto your hand again, “I just needed you to know.”

“I can’t do this Harrison, this changes everything.”

“No, no, it doesn’t have to change anything. I just-“ He stops, “There’s no way you could feel the same?”

You look at how helpless he looks and it breaks your heart into unfixable pieces, “I don’t know if I can give you an answer to that H. I didnt expect any of this.”

That’s when there’s a call for your flight. Perfect timing.

“I don’t need an answer. But if, or when, you find out how you feel, I’ll be waiting here (Y/n). I’ll always be waiting.”

With one last look at the possibility he’d left you, you pick up your bag and walk away - tears streaming down your face for a reason you’d never expected. You don’t have to look back to know he’s still stood there. And you don’t want to look back. You just let him leave you with those words.

I’ll always be waiting.

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Harrison Osterfield-Blurb#5

Requested: I know it’s not on the your request but could you do the line “I’m still the only one who’s been in love with me” from Only Angel with Harrison Osterfield Please 🌺

I can totally do other songs too. 

Word Count: 216

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Third Person POV

Y/n was sitting around at her apartment thinking about life and how nobody wanted to date her. She started thinking of the many situations and scenarios of people thinking of her. She didn’t hear the knock on her door. She came back to reality when she heard the door bell ring. She walked over to the door to find her best friend Harrison. Harrison walked in and hugged Y/n. 

“ Hey Haz.” Y/n said 

“ Hello!” 

They made their way to her couch. Harrison could tell when Y/n was over-thinking. 

“ Hey Y/n/n. You alright there.” he asked 

: Yea, well..Do you think there’s someone out there for me.”

Harrison gave her a confused look. 

“ Of course there is. I love you.” 

“ I know you do, but like someone other than you.” She says 

Harrison let out a sigh before saying.

“ I love you more than friends Y/n.” 

Y/n looked like she was going to cry so to having someone that loves her other than herself. 

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No Questions Asked (H.O)

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

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Warnings: Some Smut

Summary: It was just supposed to be another stupid bet, a stupid bet you intended to win

Word Count: 1K - I’m really sorry if the Read More doesnt work

With one final swig of your drink you positioned yourself in front of the table, smirking at the boy who was watching eagerly at the other end for you to take your shot. The music pulsated throughout your entire body, spurring you on more than any of the members of the small crowd that had formed around you ever could and you giggled at the tension in the air.

You and Harrison had made a bet before you left the apartment that day, if you could beat him at any game that they played then he would have to do anything you wanted with no questions asked and he couldn't say no. Of course, if you didn’t beat him  at anything then you would have to do whatever he wanted and seeing as the both of you had a tendency to be slightly over competitive, you’d been playing every single game you had come across all day.

Pool, air hockey, table tennis – literally anything you walked past, you had to try and so far you hadn't won a single game. That was how you found yourself standing at the head of the beer pong table at one of your friends parties in a last minute, desperate attempt to win at something.

You knew the odds weren’t in your favour, you had frequently found Harrison practicing this particular party trick with tea bags in his apartment when he thought he was home alone, but you had to try. You couldn't even begin to imagine the stuff Harrison would make you do if he got the chance.

So with one last look at Harrison’s all too serious face, you took your final shot – the shot that determined if you won or lost the bet.

Harrison didn’t even try to hide the smile that stretched across his face as he watched you begin to jump up and down in excitement when your ball jumped into his cup. Seeing you so happy, so unbelievably excited at having won the game was worth the humiliation you would probably inflict on him later on. You all but bounced up to his side after getting over the initial shock of winning the game and held the cup up for him to drink with a smug smile on your lips.

Harrison took the cup and chugged the contents of it quickly, laughing when the people surrounding them cheered before dispersing once the game was officially declared over. You didn’t move from your place in front of him though, you only beamed up at him as he sighed and asked you what you wanted him to do first.

“Dance with me,” You stated simply and grabbed his hand to pull him to the swarms of other sweaty bodies who were moving to the beat of the music.

“I know I’m not supposed to ask questions but why are we dancing?” He called out to you over the music, having to lean in close so the words would reach your ears.

“I’m celebrating,” With that you flung your hands in the air and let go of everything. You could feel the buzz off the drinks you had been downing all night running through your veins with every movement you made and in that moment you felt so alive and free; you didn’t have a care in the world.

It wasn’t long before Harrison’s hands found their way to your body, resting on your hips and moving all over you as you moved to the beat. It was strange how normal this felt, he couldn't help but think and wondered if you were thinking the same thing (though he doubted it since you didn’t seem to be thinking about anything in that moment) because your relationship with Harrison had never been more than a platonic friendship. You teased each other and made stupid bets and always had a good time together but neither of you had ever really shown a romantic interest in each other.

Perhaps that was why the sparks that erupted over your body wherever Harrison touched surprised you so much, or why you found yourself leaning into him as you danced so you were basically chest-to-chest as you moved, because what you were feeling wasn’t familiar but it was exciting and you wanted more of it.

With the only thoughts on your mind of Harrison’s hands on your body and the sparks they ignited everywhere they touched, you found your arms draped over his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you. Your breath, fast and uneven, tickled his neck and made Harrison shudder and you couldn't help the smile that danced on your lips as he pressed you more firmly against him, moving his hips against yours in a way that only made you want him more.

“Harrison,” You muttered into his ear softly, knowing he could hear you even over the beat of the music, “Kiss me, no questions asked.”

Harrison didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled you impossibly closer to him and held your face with one hand, cupping your jaw as he pulled your lips to meet his. You sank into the kiss and wrapped your arms more tightly around his shoulders as you both tried to melt into each other. A moan slipped past your lips as he began trailing kisses down from your jaw to your neck and immediately you realised just how many people were around you.

You pulled away from Harrison gently, not missing the look of puppy-like confusion that immediately went to his face as you took his hand and led him to one corner of the room where it was more secluded. He caught on straight away and a smirk graced his lips as he pressed you against the wall and began ravaging your lips once more. Your hands trailed down his chest slowly, feeling every muscle tense at your movements before you slipped your hand under his shirt so you could feel his skin on yours.

Harrison groaned and jerked his hips against you so you could feel his arousal in the bulge of his pants, making you gasp softly. You couldn't remember a time where anyone had ever made you feel like this before and you loved it. You loved the surge of excitement that shot through you whenever Harrison moved his hands over you and the way he muttered your name as he kissed your skin over and over again.

Never had you wanted to be in a room alone with someone so desperately so you were more than relieved when Harrison began  dragging you through the house and out of the front door, mumbling about how he wanted to lose bets to you more often for the entirety of the walk back home.

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She Will Be Loved - Part 11.2

Hi guys! I’m back with part 11.2 as promised. I love this chapter so much holy heck! and i hope you enjoy it too xx 

Good girl turned bad? Find out below hahah fuck i’m so excited. 

(i love Vampire Diaries and Katherine Pearce)

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Y/N - Your name

Y/B/N - Your bestfriend’s name

BF/N- Best friend’s name

Warnings: A bad ass bitch, Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfeild

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She Will Be Loved - Part 11.2

3 months after the Engagement is released to the Media……..

It’s been three months since the news broke out that your ex-boyfriend Tom, was engaged with your once best-friend. It hurt like a bitch, the knife digging deeper in the wound as your best friend smiled widely in every photo that was posted.

At first, you were just upset, betrayed and heartbroken, but after awhile, you just felt pure anger and resentment towards her. How dare she, willingly ruin your life without much left to say, ignoring any attempt to apologise to you for what she has done. At least Tom was different, after the day you left he still made attempts to apologise but gave up after weeks of silence. You felt horrible for not answering, but the voice inside your head told you he deserved this, he wasn’t worthy enough to have you in his life anymore, he made that decision when he cheated on you with your best friend.

For you, life was good, you were slowly starting to get back on your feet with the help of Harrison. He was always there, aiding you towards the pathway of a much healthier lifestyle.

You were forever grateful towards him, respecting him even more as a person when your eyes continued to open towards the man you once thought of just as a best friend. That’s right, you were starting to develop feelings for him, even mentioning it one night when you were both eating dinner at your apartment. Harrison responded cutely, dropping his fork in surprise before a wide smile spread across his face as his cheeks were flushed red from blushing. He promised to take everything slow, making sure that you were aware that you had to tell him if you were ever feeling uncomfortable in which you reassured him constantly, that you trusted him with your life. It was all true, and you haven’t regretted it ever since.

“You know… I think i might need to go to this wedding for closure, to finally put an end to this chapter of my life…” You whispered, dropping your spoon back into your ice-cream bowl, turning to face Harrison who sat next to you on the couch.

Harrison raised an eyebrow, his silence overcoming the room as he thought about what you said.

“Do whatever you have to do to get rid of this nightmare, alright bub? I fully support you in anything you want to do..” He smiled, his hand moving to rest on your thigh, squeezing it in reassurance.

You grinned, “I will go, only if you are my date?”.

Harrison chuckled, his eyes sparkling mischievously, “To make Tom jealous?”.

“Well no, i just want to wish them the best in their marriage but… that could be a bonus”

Harrison chortled in reply, before tackling you into a bone-crushing hug on the couch, his body hovering over yours.

“It would be quite satisfying, wouldn’t it love?” He smirked, watching as you nervously gulped, your heart racing at the close proximity between you too. You’ve never been this close to Harrison before in this way, of course you have hugged as best friends, but now that you were starting to see each other romantically… things were getting more heated.

You chuckled, a mischievous glint in your eye, as you brought your lips up to meet his into an aggressive kiss, giving him the element of surprise before he quickly succumbed, joining in by meeting your fast pace. That night you both spent it under the sheets, both bodies entwining together as one for the first time, expressing your love for one another between gentle loving touches.

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The wedding date quickly came around, both the groom and bride rushing around in their separate rooms, their nerves getting the best of them on their big day. The two were both anxious, wondering if their wedding would go perfect as everything was planned.. what they weren’t expecting  a few weeks ago, was a one sentence reply from you about the invitation, asking if you could bring a plus one.

After many arguments, they both agreed that you could come to their wedding. Initially, Tom was the one who sent you the invitation in the first place, your best friend having no knowledge about it. Saying her reaction was messy and loud, was an understatement, she even threatened to leave Tom, in fear that Tom would leave her again to join Y/N’s side once again. But after many tears, shouts and hugs, they both calmed down, promising each other to not let you come in between them anymore, not wanting to give you that kind of satisfaction. But to you, you couldn’t care less, not even a single fuck given towards them two, the wall around your heart now unbreakable when it came to the once most important people of your lives. Now, they were both just another chapter in a book that you have already closed, your mind slowly forgetting the pain that they brought to you, just a mere small distant memory.

Harrison and you both walked towards the chapel, hand-in-hand, your heels clicking against the marble flooring as you walked towards the top of the staircase. Harrison wore a neat black suit, the clothing fitting perfectly against his body, his muscles clearly evident. You wore a red dress, it hugging all your curves in the correct places, fashionably pairing it with black heels to match Harrison’s black shoes. You also had a sexy deep dark red lipstick painted on your plump lips that you knew Harrison would crave to smudge. Both of you looked dashing, both outfits complimenting each other as if you were walking on a red carpet, both of you sporting cocky smirks as the cameras took pictures from all angles. It was Tom’s wedding so of course there was going to be paparazzi, since he was a well-known Hollywood celebrity. You noticed Tom’s family, each and everyone wearing a sympathetic expression as they looked in your direction. You waved at them, your eyes smiling as you nodded in acknowledgement. Even after everything that Tom did to you, they still kept in contact without the latter knowing, they always knew you were the perfect girl for their son/brother. It was unfortunate that Tom was the one that cheated, and was just about to marry the girl who started all of this to begin with. You sent the twins a wink, both of them grinning back at you knowing fully well that you were perfectly fine, their brother no longer affecting you in any way. They were proud, they always saw you as an older sister, the girl who would never leave their side, and you never did even after all this, sometimes secretly taking them out to dinner a few times since the incident to catch up on each other’s lives.

As Harrison and you found your seats at the very back, you shook your hand that held the wedding present.

“I’m going to place this where the other presents are” You grinned, placing a quick kiss on Harrison’s lips, teasing him by biting his lips.

Harrison groaned before smirking, “Please don’t do that baby, you know what that does to me”.

You laughed, pushing his shoulders back jokingly, before sending him a wink. As you turned around he slapped your ass as payback, chuckling as you spun around to face him in shock before a smile broke out on your face, shaking your head with a laugh.

You walked out of the room, towards the table where the presents were being situated, in the middle of the corridor. As you placed it on top of the pile, you heard a door open to your left, there was a hallway where the other rooms were. As you glanced in the direction of the noise, you saw your ex-bestfriend gasp at the sight of you.  She quickly gestured towards her room, for you to join her. You contemplated, knowing that today you didn’t even want to talk to her, only coming here to say your last goodbyes to Tom.

You rolled your eyes, before following her, your legs marching confidently towards her direction. She closed the door behind you, her eyes watching as you helped yourself on the couch, sitting opposite to her dresser, where all of her makeup was. She quietly walked to her makeup chair, her white gown trailing behind her as she turned to face you again.

“I’m surprised you came” She whispered, her eyes watching as you smiled, almost wickedly.

“Of course” You answered shortly, crossing your legs before leaning back in your chair, an arm laying across the top of the couch.

“So… did you come here to ruin my day or what? Because Tom loves me and only me, and we have full faith and trust in each other, he wouldn’t leave me for you” She grinned, finding a way to irk you, a failed attempt to unleash the beast she thought you had.

You chuckled, your freshly painted nails clicking against the golden metal creation that featured on top of the couch, the sound slowly getting on the BF/N nerves.

“So since you both are getting married, i assume you have told Tom everything, hm?” You smirked, an eyebrow raising as you watched her face turn pale underneath her makeup, immediately knowing what you were referring too.

“How did you know that?” She huffed, her eyes widening frantically.

“I have my resources” You shrugged lazily.

“I know you cheated on Darren, love, does Tom know that though? Based on your reaction, I assume he doesn’t, hm?” You scoffed getting up from your seat, as she stared down at her engagement ring, shining brightly under the light, as if it was laughing at her.

 Her eyes widened in panic, the words finally sinking in.

 “Please... I beg you, please don’t tell Tom!” She whimpered, quickly standing up from her seat. Her hand shaking, before she clasped them together as if she was pleading.

 You giggled, “You don’t get to tell me what to do hun... from now on you should watch your back cause you never know when I might drop the bomb... that’s if i do”.

 You turned away from her, walking confidently towards the entrance of the room, your heels obnoxiously clicking loudly against the floor. Just as you opened the door, you sent her a wink causing her to gasp. You didn’t know where this sudden confidence was coming from, but to say you were enjoying it was an understatement, she deserved this anyway, you thought.

 Y/B/N sat down, her breathing erratic, afraid of what you now held over her. If word of this came out to Tom, it would destroy their relationship and everything that they have fought for. Her hands shaking nervously against her white gown. She was about to get married to the love of her life, with a lie that would forever follow her, always lurking in the shadows, taunting her as her lips continued to move, lie after lie coming out almost naturally. As long as she stayed with Tom, you would always have that over her, at any given moment you could blurt it out to Tom as payback, and she would deserve every moment of it, anything that would come with the consequence of her lies and betrayals. After all, she wouldn’t blame you if you did, she did steal your boyfriend when she got kicked out for destroying her own relationship with Darren. She made Tom believe that she was the victim, when in fact it was her ex who did exactly what he needed to do to get rid of the toxicity that was Y/B/N.

 Y/B/N sighed, tears starting to well up the more she thought about it. She thought about how Tom was patiently waiting at the altar, for her to walk down to exchange vows, the promise of forever hanging high up in the air.  

 The wedding day continued as planned, everyone shedding tears as the fiances exchanged rings, the big kiss sealing the deal forever. The ceremony was a blast, the music loud and joyful, the dances silly but amusing, the love radiating over everyone as they celebrated the love of Tom and the BF/N.

 Throughout the night, the best friend felt sick, even having to lie through her teeth as she explained that she was grateful for Tom as he “helped her” from her abusive ex. She watched as you and Harrison sat chuckling at the back, knowing everything that came out of her was a complete lie.

 Later that night, Tom and her were back at the honeymoon suite, flicking through and unwrapping the gifts they received from their loved ones, their excitement on overdrive.

 “I love you so much, Y/BN” He smiled, grabbing a hold of her hands to place a gentle smooch on her palm.

 She grinned, her heart fluttering at the gesture. “I love you more, husband” she giggled.

 “Oo look at this one babe, it looks small.. i wonder what it is!” Tom exclaimed, shaking the box gently to guess what it might be.

 “It doesn’t say who its from” He questioned, his eyes widening curiously.

 “Open it! Open it! I want to know what it is!” She squealed, her hands clapping excitedly.

 Tom grinned, opening the box carefully, slowly reaching in to reveal a tape recorder.

 “Play it! Play it please i can’t wait any longer” She laughed, as she watched Tom fumble around with the buttons excitedly.

 He lightly pressed on the play button, the two turning silent as they heard a small crackle through the speakers of the recorder.

 “Hey this is Darren, i got your message Y/N, i don’t get why you are angry at me, accusing me of being too harsh on Y/B/N for kicking her out, she was the one that cheated on me with multiple guys, even doing it once on my bed. Next time i suggest you to hear the other person’s side of the story before listening to anything your best friend says… she’s a liar”

 The line went dead, silence overcoming the newly wedded couple. Tom was shocked, his body still as he gazed into nothingness, his mind processing what had just happened.

 Y/B/N gasped, her lips quivering as tears dared to fall. Her hands grabbed the tape recorder, shoving it back in the box as if to get rid of the evidence, as if none of this happened. Her eyes landed on the small note that was hidden underneath the beautiful wrapping that was in the box, to protect the evil object that held the evidence of a liar she was.

 She quickly grabbed hold of the note, turning it around to read the cursive writing that the culprit must of written with a bright pink glitter pen, as if it was written out of love.

 The message read…

 I didn’t drop the bomb darl, but i had a special friend do it for me… Enjoy your new life as a married couple!

Much Love, Y/N xx”

 The bestfriend whimpered… Y/N just got the sweetest revenge.

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October part 8

A/N:Well. Here it is. So this kinda villainizes the person Emma went home with and in no way am i trying to say anythiing mean about the person himself. I’m sure hes super nice in person. Hope you guys like it. The next part will be out on the 29th!   Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, angst

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“So you had to go and fuck her? She was drunk!” Harrisons normally bright blue eyes were now dark with anger as brown ones stared back at him.

“You had plenty of opportunities to make a move on her and you didn’t. If I’m not mistaken, you were even given one last night. Handed to you on a silver platter and you turned it away. Drunk or not, she seemed to want it.” His arms were crossed over his chest. Harrison's hands balled into fists, knuckles turning white as he remembers Harry yelling at him. It’s a little fuzzy in his memory but he can make out some of it. Whatever happens past this point is your fault mate.

“You knew. You fucking knew that I was into-”

“Was?” He tilted their head, brown hair falling over his forehead.

“Is. Am. You knew I’m into her and still did that?” Harrison didn’t want to say it again. He ran a hand through his previously styled curls.

“You missed your chance H. Shouldn’t have waited so long” He pushed his hair back and turned away, leaving Haz to welter in his own anger.

Harrison couldn’t do anything about what had happened. If Emma had wanted to dance with him or go home with him, she would’ve asked him to. Right? Yeah. But she didn’t. She danced with everyone but him. He walked back into toms trailer and put on Love Island to try and get his mind off of everything

Emma had attempted to cover up the dark marks on her neck at the very least. She managed to cover them for the most part, but if you looked long enough you could definitely see them. When she got on set she went to her trailer to drop her stuff off, almost immediately, she received a text from Sam.

Sammy: Hey where are you? You alright?

Em: Yeah I’m okay. In my trailer

Sammy: I’ll be there in five

Emma sat at Michaels desk at the back of the trailer, laptop open, still composing, when Sam walked in. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“I thought there would’ve been a lot more marks than there is” Sam took a few steps closer, he grabbed the chair at the other desk and pulled it up to the side of Emma’s desk.

“No. They're there” Emma moved her hair over her shoulder and pulled the high neck of her shirt down a little so Sam could see. He winced at the sight, it took him a moment to see the ones she had attempted to cover. Once he did, he gently places his hand on her neck, calloused thumb running over the smooth, bruised skin. He bit his lip gently.

“Sam” Emma spoke softly. Sam looked up at her as she took his hand from her neck, squeezing gently as she placed it back in his lap “I’m okay. Don’t worry about me” Sam nodded gently.

“Show me what you’ve been working on” Emma showed him what she had for the film but also on her own, the two listening to the piece, no words were spoken. Neither wanting to think about the last night when she received an email from Michael.

Hey Emma

One of the orchestras clarinets had to go back for a family emergency. Here’s a list of other applicants. Can you get it down to a list of three or so? Feel free to add your own recommendations as well.

They won’t need to come until filming is over. You leave at the end of the month anyway so I can just send the music to you and whoever I hire until then. :)

Thanks!

Michael Giacchino

“I suppose I should let you get back to work then, love” Sam stood up. “Text me if you need anything” Sam left, presumably heading back to Tom’s trailer.

Emma went through the applicants. She only needed one more when she took a look at her phone, someone had liked an old photo of her and Hannah together.

Hannah. How could she forget? How did her own best friend slip her mind? She immediately picked up her phone and called her. It rang a few times before she picked up.

“Hello?” Hannah spoke groggily through the phone

“I’m getting you a job” Emma spoke quickly, way too excited at the possibility of seeing her best friend again.

“Wha-Emma? Are you okay? Its four in the morning here.” Hannah sighed. Emma could picture her best friend laying in her bed on her stomach, a sweater two sizes too big for her engulfing her small torso, hood pulled up over her bun giving her a cone head.

“Yeah yeah I’m fine just we need to find a replacement for one of the clarinets in the orchestra and Michael wants me to choose some people” There was a moment of silence on both ends

“Come again?” Hannah let out a small laugh, starting to wake up.

“Michael wants me to go through some applications for musicians. He said I can put in my own recommendations if I wanted to. We’d come back to England at the end of filming”

“Did you really have to call me for this?” Hannah says, more awake than before. “You know everything about me you could’ve just filled out an application for me”

“I wasn’t a hundred percent sure you wanted me t-” Emma was cut off

“Didn’t know if I’d want to? Emma! Why the fuck wouldn’t I? You're in the orchestra too! I haven't seen you in a year and a half AND I get to visit England AND possibly meet Tom Holland and his assistant who my best friend has been thirsting after? Sign me up” Emma can’t help but laugh at her best friends reaction.

“Uhh yeah about that” Emma bites her lip as she starts to fill out an application for Hannah. “I don’ know if you’ll get to meet him since filming would be over. And uh. There was this…  party last night”

“Oooh, you guys did stuff?” Hannah was definitely excited.

“Uh no. The opposite actually. I went home with someone else. I think whatever was going on between Haz and me is pretty much done now” Emma mindlessly entered Hannah’s birthdate and education as she spoke.

“Emma. You fucking idiot” Hannah spoke flatly “Why’d you go and do that? And who? You talk about that boy like there's no one else that compares to him”

“Because no one else does” Emma sighed, putting the three applications into an email and sending it to Michael. “I don’t know Han. I was drunk, I barely remember any of it. Now I’ve ruined it”

“Hey Em.” Hannah spoke softly “It’ll be alright yeah? Things always work themselves out.

“I hope so” Emma mumbles

“I’m gonna go back to sleep now, but you call me if you need anything, okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Han” They say their goodbyes and hang up. Leaving Emma to her painfully silent trailer.

Harrison paced around Zendaya’s trailer, his hands pulling at his hair as Zen sat and watched

“I mean, he is right Haz. You didn’t make a move and you could’ve. Emma ended up going home with him and not you. There’s nothing you can do about it now” Zendaya shrugs, it’s not what Harrison wants to hear, but it’s true

“Yeah, but she shouldn’t have. She was drunk and he took advantage of her and it just” Harrison lets out a breath as his hand runs through his curls

“Makes you mad” Z spoke up.

“Yes! You don’t take advantage of anyone like that and it bothers me that he thinks he can just treat her like that and act like it’s all okay” Zendaya had never seen him this angry about anything. Harrison stopped and looked at her for a second. Knowing what he was going to say she stood

“No. Harrison. Don’t pin this on me okay? This has nothing to do with me. I was further gone than she was.” Z holds up her hand defensively. “I know it sucks but it could’ve ended up being any one of us. She and Sam are close, She went to Paris with Tony and Remy, Tom’s a mess when he’s drunk and hell I was so gone I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was me”

Harrison sighs and sits on the couch. “I don’t know why I’m so hung up on her mate. I just can’t get her out of my mind. And now picturing him and her… fuck. I didn’t think he’d do something like that”

Zendaya gently places her hand on Harrison's shoulder. “It’ll work itself out Haz. I promise”

Emma stayed in her trailer most of the day, playing music over the speakers in an attempt to fill the void that’d normally consist of the boys’ laughter, from one of them being an idiot. She was eventually forced out of her trailer when Zendaya’s assistant knocked on her door, informing her that her morning had just wrapped and she was looking for her. She let him know that she’d be there in a minute and finished up what she was doing and walked to Z’s trailer.

On her way there she passed Tony and Remy, who were leaning against one of their trailers, They nodded towards her and smiled as she passed. Emma tried to make herself as small as possible, her paces quickening until she rounded the corner away from them. She knocked on the trailer door, a muffled “come in” coming from behind the door. She entered and Z’s arms immediately wrapped around her

“I haven’t seen you all day!” Z exclaimed as she pulled away.

“Yeah sorry about that” Emma accent came through as she spoke.

“Lemme see. Harrison said they were bad” Emma pulled at her neckline.

“They’re kinda bad, there's a lot of them. Sam already came to check on me this morning. How did Harrison even know I haven’t seen them” Emma pulled her shirt back up once Z had looked.

“He’s got a record. Brags about it a bit” Zendaya sighed. “Don’t know why. He’s just a dick when he’s drunk. Normally super sweet otherwise.”

“Yeah, I uh” Emma paused “I got that part. He’s so nice normally”

“I think he’s kinda mad at Harrison still.  They had some dumb bet last year and Harrison won. I’d ask him about it. Not my place to tell. Let’s get these questions answered first yeah?”

After the interview, Emma went into Tom’s trailer. Tom was still filming, Harry was helping out Jon and Sam had gone with some of the set assistants to pick up the catering. Harrison was sat there alone, on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looked up at Emma, her mind blanking for a moment when ocean eyes met hers.

“Tom’s still filming. He’ll be-”

“Tell me about the bet.”

Fuck. Is that why?

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Not What I Had In Mind - Part 3

Hey guys! After a few months, i am finally back with part 3!!! This is quite angsty and not a happy ending, but please let me know what you think! I LOVE YOU <3 <3

Harrison x reader

WARNINGS: Angst, Heartbreak, Not a Happy ENding, NOT EDITED

PART 1  PART 2

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Not What I Had In Mind - Part 3

You slowly carried yourself up to the apartment you shared with Harrison, your legs weak and frail as you held the railing for support. You were drunk and off your head, all of your emotions having been released from the bottle due the amount of alcohol you have a consumed in the last hour. You were now left feeling numb, and void of any emotions. Tom was following behind you, a little less drunk but not in his right mind.

You were both tired after the events of today, it was supposed to be perfect, a picture perfect dream but it turned out to be what was your worst nightmare. You finally reached the end of the staircase, where your small apartment was at the top of the building. It was nothing special, just a two bedroom apartment that was a little rundown, but had everything you and Harrison wanted to start your journey together as a married couple. You unlocked the door, pushing it open to reveal the darkened living room, where all of your wedding presents have been delivered, and scattered all over the room. A lump was formed in the back of your throat at the reminder that it will now only be you to send everyone not ‘thank you’ cards, but ‘I’m sorry that you had to spend and waste your money, but now I wont be needing this’ card. 

As if all the anger came rushing back, you strided towards the presents picking up random ones and throwing them around in frustration. How dare he, If he wanted to leave this way, the least he could do is fix up his own mess instead of leaving it with you.

Tom stood by the door, his blurry eyes watching your every move before he stumbled towards you. He grabbed a hold of your hands which was holding a very expensive vase. It had a beautiful pattern that would complement a nice bunch of sunflowers, you thought. Your eyes widened as he shook his head, his hands softly grabbing it out of your shaky grasp. You sighed, your eyes watering once again. Tom smirked down towards you, his hand gripping the vase tightly before he threw it against the wall, the glass breaking into millions of pieces like your heart. You gasped, your hand moving to cover your mouth. Without realising, a small giggle left your lips before you started completely laughing, your head thrown back. Tom soon joined in, both of your laughter joining together and bouncing of the walls of your empty apartment. You both kept laughing almost like you were insane, masking the true feelings that you held behind the happy façade.

A light knock from the door, interrupted the laughter. Tom and you both shared a look before walking towards the front door, curious as to who would come here at 2am in the morning. You weakly twisted the knob open, before opening the heavy door to reveal the last person you would think would show up after everything that had happened.

“Harrison?” You mumbled, your eyes widening at your fiancé.

He gulped, his eyes puffy and red. You took a good look at him, noticing that his expression held exhaustion, and his hair was dishevelled and out of place. He still wore his wedding tux, the tie undone from the constant pulling at it. You remembered how Harrison used to complain about how tight the tie would be, before pouting your way, asking you to fix it. It was annoying, but you loved doing it.

 Your heart pounded against your rib cage as he looked dashing and handsome, like always. He looked just like your Harrison, the love of your life. Minutes passed by as you both continued to stare at each other, basking in each other’s presence.

“I-I’ve come to pick up some clothes I’ve forgotten”

You slowly nodded in understanding, your eyes moving to look at the floor nervously. You still made no effort to move out the way, too stunned to even believe that Harrison was here, but not in the way you were hoping. Secretly, you wished he came back to apologise and beg for forgiveness, and you would’ve in a heartbeat, your love for him overpowering any other emotion.

“Y/N?”

You flinched at the sound of his voice, before slowly retracting back into the room, your dirty torn up wedding gown following behind you. Harrison’s eyes widened at the sight of your tattered dress, even though it was ruined beyond repair, you still looked beautiful, like a broken beautiful queen. He slowly stepped in to his apartment, noticing glass shards all over the carpet, a few opened presents thrown across the room and some still kept in their packages sitting by the couch, untouched. Tom cleared his throat, his brows furrowed disappointedly at his best friend. Harrison gulped, his eyes refusing to meet his best friends face.

Harrison quickly disappeared into your shared room to gather the rest of his belongings without another word or explanation. Your knees buckled beneath you before collapsing onto the carpet, your knees red with carpet burn. Your dress surrounded you in puffs, the waist feeling tight as you struggled to breathe, your throat closing up as tears threatened to spill.

He’s actually leaving me, you thought.

Tom watched as you struggled to get back up before joining Harrison in your room.

“Why do you have to leave?” you mumbled, your voice hoarse.

Harrison jumped, his back facing you as he continued to pack his clothes in his suitcase.

“W-what did I do wrong? Please tell me so I can fix it baby please”

Harrison still kept quiet, a sigh falling from his lips as he moved towards the bathroom to grab his toiletries. He wanted to make this quick, so he could leave as soon as possible. He was hoping that when he turned up here, you and Tom wouldn’t be here yet.

He came back into the bedroom, his hands full with his stuff before placing it into the suitcase. Out of frustration you came up behind him, your voice coming out with desperate with pleads.

“Harrison please I beg you, please don’t leave me.. I don’t know what I will do without you”

He slowly zipped up the suitcase, his eyes downcast.

“Please..”

He picked up the suitcase, before brushing past you without a word.

“Wait.. where are you going, please stay so we can talk about this..” You hiccuped.

You followed him out, your hand grasping his bicep to make him stop, but he was too strong. You didn’t notice, but he had tears in his eyes as well, ignoring you was the worst thing he could ever do, and it was hard.  

As the front door came into both of your view, Harrison sped up to escape. You became more desperate, stumbling over your dress as you cried, begging him not to go. Tom watched the scene unfold with a heavy heart, his gaze locking with Harrison’s. Harrison’s eyes were begging Tom to help, his crystal blue eyes more prominent with the tears. Tom nodded in understanding, knowing that this must be hard on his best friend too, even if he didn’t know the real reason. Tom met up with your pace, just as Harrison spun the door knob, ripping the door wide open to reveal the staircase.

You throat was raw from sobbing uncontrollably, your hands reaching for Harrisons suitcase in his hand as if that would stop him from leaving. Tom wrapped his hands around your waist, his strong arms pulling you back and away from fiance. You yelled in protest, your tears drowning your cheeks. You kicked and screamed, your arms grasping the air towards Harrison as Tom kissed and whispered comforting words into your ear to help calm you down. Nothing helped, your eyes watching as Harrison spun around to give you one final look, his own heart clenching at the sight of you in such pain.

“H-HAZ please don’t leave me” You sobbed, your tears mixing in with your mascara.

A tear fell from Harrison’s eyes as he watched your heart break even more.

‘I love you so much’, he mouthed watching as your face faltered and your cries subsided. He knew you got the message, his eyes watering further as your face scrunched up in further pain.

He turned around slowly, taking large breaths preparing for what was about to come. You watched him descend down the staircase, your body shooting forward in an effort to follow him, but your body was caged in Tom’s comforting arms, his grip tight and secure.

“Tom! Let me go! I-I need to follow him, please! I-I love him, I need him please let me go!”

You continued to sob, every cry begging Harrison to come back, but he never did.

Minutes passed and Harrison still hasn’t come back. Your body fell against Tom’s in exhaustion, your throat throbbing with pain. Tom whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his lips moving to press a kiss against your forehead. 

“I’m here darlin’, I’m here and im not going anywhere” He whispered.

You nodded limply, an occasional hiccup leaving your body. Your hand grasped a hold of Tom’s shirt, as you placed your head against his chest, listening to the beats of his heart, the sound oddly comforting you.

A stray tear fell from your eye, descending its way down your cheek before finding its destination on top of Tom’s hand that was holding yours. 

His hand flinched. 

“I’m not going anywhere” he repeated.

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Started: 6/07/18

Last Updated: 24/09/18

Total Works: 8

TOM HOLLAND:

She Will Be Loved - On going Series

Part 1 

Part 2 

Part 3 

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11    11.2    11.3    (Alternate Ending 1)

Should I Stay... Or Should I Go?? - On going

Part 1

Part 2

HARRISON OSTERFEILD:

Not What I Had In Mind - Open for a third part

Part 1 

Part 2

Part 3

PROMPT LIST:

Tom Holland - Cheating prompt 1

Tom Holland - Cheating prompt 2

Tom Holland - Cheating prompt 3

Tom Holland - Prengnancy/angst prompt

Harrison Osterfeild - Comforting/Depression prompt