Can I ask for a Harrison Osterfield imagine where he is stressed and you just take care of him?
When Harrison is stressed, he refuses to tell anyone,choosing to instead, bottle down his feelings and push on through the day. Butas the week passes and more and more things go wrong, he was slowly reachinghis breaking point. You could tell he wasn’t well, he stopped eating, stoppedsleeping, he spent more time alone and was closing himself off. Your worry onlyincreased when he stopped answering your calls, going MIA for two days beforeyou made your way to his apartment. You would have gone sooner but you knew heneeded time. When you opened his apartment door with your key, your heart brokeas the sight. Harrison lay stagnate on the lounge, hair messy and clothesastray. He had deep purple bags under his eyes and was sporting some scruff onhis chin and cheeks. You closed the door and walked slowly over to him, sittingon the floor at his side. You ran a soft hand through his hair, instantly Harrisonreacted to your touch, his eyes peering up at you. You gave him a small smilebefore standing, and without words led Harrison to the bathroom. Neither of youspoke and you turned on the shower and undressed. The two of you sat on theshower floor and you washed Harrisons hair, gently massaging his scalp. Whenyou were finished, you dressed him in sweats and yourself in one of his shirtsbefore leading him to his bed. The two of you lay in silence, him on your chestas you ran one hand through his hair and the other down his back. He clings toyou, in a desperate cry not to leave, he needed you. As his breath evened outyou placed a soft kiss to his head whispering your love to the overworked, stressedout blonde boy.
Harrison and Y/n were in the car on their way to Outer-banks, North Carolina. Y/n begged Harrison to go there. Harrison had one hand on Y/n’s leg while the other was on the steering wheel. Y/n was on her phone and singing to Our song by Taylor Swift. Harrison smiled when she sang this line.
“ I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car.”
She continued singing while Harrison was trying not to get lost, but thinks he made a wrong turn. Y/n looked up and saw a different area then the pictures on the website.
Summary: You and Harrison have been dating a while, though have yet to meet each other’s parents. You’re trying to plan the perfect way to introduce him to yours until Zoom does it for you.
Words: 2K
Warnings: None, just pure fluff.
A/N: I apologise but I have been on a massive Harrison buzz lately. I just need him to be my boyfriend. Let me know what you think! Enjoy x
You squeezed the tea bag against the side of your cup before removing it and adding a drop of milk, stirring it into your tea as you waited for your laptop to connect. You had it set up on the island in the kitchen, sunlight streamed through the overhead skylights and birdsongs drifted through the open back door while you waited for the newly installed Zoom app to connect to a meeting with your parents back home. You’d been forced to download the app to see your family since the government had announced a lockdown and you couldn’t travel home for the Easter break as you had planned to see your loved ones. Instead, you were stuck indoors with four boys who you loved dearly, but it still didn’t take away the ache you felt from missing your family.
You’d moved to London about a year ago to start your career as a writer and it was going incredibly! You had your own flat, your dream job, and you’d even started dating the most amazing man a couple of months ago. You had met Harrison through work, technically. You were sent to interview a couple of the models at a Joshua Kane runway event to get a take on how to models themselves felt about the line and how to clothing made them feel. You were more interested in writing about film and pop culture but when your co-worker went on maternity leave early, you had to share her projects with two of your other co-workers; something you’d have to thank her for profusely when she got back because otherwise you wouldn’t have fallen head over heels for Harrison. You had never been one to believe in that ‘love at first sight’ crap but you didn’t really know how to describe it otherwise. He was so captivating. He answered all of your questions honestly and really went into detail, giving you lots of material to write with. You were hanging onto his every last word, marvelling at the innate beauty he held, the slight goofy way in which he presented himself (extremely different to how he displayed himself on the runway), and the adorable crumple of his nose and hand gestures he made while cracking little jokes mid-conversation.
Too nervous, and professional, to ask for his number or anything like that, you’d thanked him and left kicking yourself that you didn’t know more about him. Sure, you looked him up you realised who he was and what acting projects he was involved in (for future reference so you could request to cover those interviews) but he was practically a stranger. Until, a week after your article was published one of the interns at your firm popped his head over your computer monitor to let you know a Mr. Osterfield was in reception waiting to see you. You freaked. Had you misrepresented him? Paraphrased too much? Was he pissed that your article focused on what he had to say too much? Or not enough? Your legs shook as they carried you towards reception. You curled the ends of your hair around your fingers, cursing yourself for not foreseeing this and wearing a nicer outfit, or putting more makeup on this morning. Here you were, meeting an actual male model and you looked like a complete Plain Jane in a bottle green jumper and dark grey slacks.
Except, when you saw him in the waiting area, he was a completely different Harrison to the one you’d met previously. Fluffy hair pushed back loosely, an oversized cream jumper hiding his perfect frame, and a pair of baby blue jeans on him. He also had a pair of glasses balanced on his nose and wore a nervous expression, much like the one adorning your face. Oh no. You liked this Harrison so much more. He was adorable, stumbling over his words as he explained he had searched for your article on the web so that he could contact you, disappointed in himself for not getting your number that night. His eyes darted around the room and he scratched at the back of his neck idly as he nervously asked if you would be interested in meeting him for lunch the next day. You had giggled like a schoolgirl and told him ‘of course’, before exchanging numbers with him and waving goodbye from the foot of the stairs up to your office; vaguely catching him high-fiving a very familiar brown eyed and brown haired man once he thought he was out of sight.
You two quickly became inseparable. He’d introduced you to the boys and you’d gotten along with them amazingly, especially Tom who confirmed he had bullied and encouraged Harrison to contact you once he found the article. Harrison had brought you with him to walk Monty and was a little put out when Monty seemed to favour walking beside you rather than him. You made it official between the two of you after a couple of months of seeing each other, but you still had one major obstacle to get over before you could be 100% solidified as a couple; meeting each other’s family. You’d both spoken about it, wanting to find the perfect time to arrange dinners and get togethers which was especially hard with both your work schedules. But any half-plan the two of you had made was now moot since quarantine began. You were thankful when Harrison cleared it with the boys and invited you to stay with them for the duration of lockdown since the thought of spending all that time alone in your flat was lowkey killing you. The topic of meeting each other’s family was on hold for now, though you both knew it was the first port of call as soon as this was all over.
You had told your parents briefly about Harrison, said you were dating someone from London, but never actually mentioned how serious the relationship was and your parents never pried. You had been reluctant to video call them from Harrison’s shared house for some reason but when Tom and Harry went out to bring Tessa for a walk, Tuwaine was locked up in his room, and Harrison said he was going to workout for an hour or so, you thought it was the perfect time for a quick video call before the lads wreaked havoc on the house again. So here you were, sipping on your tea and appreciating the springtime sounds drifting through the windows while waiting on your laptop to connect. Eventually the screen changed from a loading one to one of your parents sitting in front of their computer screen. A bit pixely, but they were there. You smiled and waved enthusiastically at them and laughed when they waved back before lowering the camera to show you the family dog back home, wagging his tail at the excitement.
“Hey, honey! How are you? How have you been coping?” Your mum asks as you tell them all about your boredom in lockdown. They fill you in on all the family drama you’d missed over the last few months and ask if you’re coming to see them when lockdown ends. Before you’d realised it you had already been on video chat with them for almost 40 minutes, laughing and swapping inside jokes.
“Where are you, darling? The background doesn’t look like your flat. Have you gotten some work done?” Your dad asks inquisitively. Just as you’re about to tell them you’re staying at a “friend’s house” you hear movement coming from the kitchen door.
“Y/N? Sweetheart, have you seen my headphones? I’ve decided to go for a run instead but I can’t find – oh. Sorry are you in the middle of something?” Harrison catches your wide eyes and frantic expression. You’re desperately trying to think of a way to avoid your parents asking about who’s calling you ‘sweetheart’ but it doesn’t work.
“Ahhh, you’re staying with the boyfriend? I didn’t think it had gotten that serious.” Your mum quips, eyeing the camera knowingly. It’s now Harrison’s turn to look frantic, his eyes going as wide as saucers. He mouths the word ‘sorry’ at least 7 times before you let out a nervous laugh.
“Ehh, yeah, Mum. I’m staying with my boyfriend for lockdown. Couldn’t stand being in my flat alone for God knows how long.” You say, desperately hoping she won’t ask what you know she will. Harrison is frozen to the spot, not really knowing what to do. Should he go? Should he just appear on screen? You’re not sure either.
“Well…? Is he invisible? Can we meet him?” Your dad asks gruffly, a hint of humour to his voice. You let out a relenting sigh. Scooting your chair to the side while meeting Harrison’s eyes in question over the screen. He nods frantically in response, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tidy it up.
“For the record, I wanted to introduce you in person over Easter but with all that’s going on we never got the chance to visit. I suppose this is the next best thing. Mum, dad, this is Harrison, my boyfriend.” You present as Harrison appears on screen beside you, a relaxed smile appearing on his face. He really is a great actor.
“Uh hi it’s really great to meet you guys! Well, see you guys, technically. I know Y/N was really excited about introducing us properly and I was really looking forward to meeting you.” You hold your breath as you wait for this encounter to be less awkward than it was turning out to be and soon enough with Harrison’s charm and your parents’ easy-going demeanours, the four of you were chatting comfortably and making plans to meet up as soon as lockdown was over.
“Oh Y/N, I can see why you were keeping this one to yourself. He’s quite the Prince Charming.” Your mum exclaims, causing you to groan and drop your head into your hands while Harrison held in a delighted chuckle.
“Okay, Mum. Yep, thanks. Listen, I’ll call you tomorrow okay? It was lovely seeing you, stay safe!” You call, waving though the screen.
“Nice to meet you, guys! Look forward to actually meeting you!” Harrison shouts, waving like a madman. You close the lid on your laptop and groan as you lower your head into your arms. You can hear Harrison chuckling behind you, arms coming around your frame comfortably.
“I’m so sorry. I should have warned you I was going on video call.” You mumble and Harrison’s body vibrates against yours with laughter.
“Why are you apologising? That was really nice, actually! Trial by fire, as it were.” He laughs out and you turn to face him. He’s smiling so widely at you and your heart melts a little. “I mean, as much as I would have loved to drive out to your parent’s house for dinner with a lovely bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers for them, the impromptu meeting was perfect and makes me all the more excited to actually meet them. At least I’ve already laid down some groundwork with your dad, he definitely won’t hate me now, I’m sure of it.” He tells you and you slap his chest lightly, laughing with him.
“Oh shut it, you know no one could ever hate you. You’re way too charming. Plus, you play golf so that’s an immediate common ground with my dad.” Harrison leans down and presses his lips to yours sweetly. Holding you in a delicate embrace.
“You know, this means that now you definitely have to meet my family. Maybe I can feature you in my next Zoom call? My sister has been asking me endless questions about the ‘mystery woman in my life’.” He jokes and you both laugh again.
“Mystery woman! That sounds like an article half the people in my office would write. You know I don’t do tabloids.” Your eyes narrow at him and he holds his hands up in defense. “But I would love to feature in your next Zoom call, on one condition; Monty is in it too.”
“Deal.” Harrison then swoops you up into his arms making you cry out in surprise. “I’ve decided not to go for a run. There are other ways to get my cardio in for today.” You giggle as Harrison lightly peppers your face in kisses as he carries you up the stairs towards his bedroom.
Maybe this Quarantine wasn’t half as bad as you thought.
Your head was lying on the soft pillow laying on your bed. Harrison’s messy hair was was spread across your abdomen, his head resting near the lower half of your stomach. You carefully ran your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. There were small moans escaping from the exhausted blond as you held him close to you.
His voice barely above a whisper, he broke the comfortable silence, “’M so sorry, y/n. ‘S just been a lo-”
“I promise, it’s alright, bub,” you cut him off, your tone matching his.
The distressed boy lifted his head to make eye contact with you. “But, I’m supposed to be the one that calms you down,” he responded, his voice obviously close to breaking.
You knew how Harrison wanted to be strong and protect you, but he was human, and sometimes, he needed someone to help him wind down. He hated being this vulnerable in front of you. He absolutely could not stand it, and he usually did anything in his power to keep this from happening. However, Harrison couldn’t keep you from being concerned when you opened the bedroom door to see him lying on the bed nearly in tears. He did his best to usher you out and explain that he was fine, but you were having none of it.
“Haz, you just need to relax for now,” you paused before going on. “I like being able to take car of you like this.” Your fingers were slowly moving through the locks of blond hair, now. You were trying your best to keep him calm.
When the small smile appeared on his face, though, you knew that you had done something right. “Okay,” he whispered, still smiling. His head rested back on your stomach and you could feel him nuzzle himself closer to you. His body was nestled snug between your legs, with his arms wrapped around your hips. The smile that graced his face was everything you needed. Harrison Osterfield had stolen your heart. Perhaps, you had stolen his heart too.
Ok so i just read the prompt list and the fluff 4+7+8 with Harrison looks so cute omg (can we request more than one prompt in an ask? If not ignore me that’s fine haha i almost never request stuff so idk)
4. “Have you always been this beautiful?”
7. “Please just kiss me already.”
8. “I think you might be my soulmate.”
ahh rosalie, you’re right!! this was so cute. hope you like it, love
when harrison had asked you to come with for his brb travel trip to croatia, you had said yes without a second thought. you got to spend a week in a different country with your best friend, who would say no to that? three days into the trip, you had been conflicted; it was either the best or the worst trip of your life. your luggage had been lost, but harrison had gracefully let you borrow some of his hoodies and basketball shorts until it arrived the next day. that wasn’t really one of the factors making it possibly the worst trip ever, though. quite the opposite, in fact. because you had a valid excuse to wear his clothes, which you adored.
it was the fact that the feelings you had been suppressing for months were bubbling back to the surface. the two of you had spent the previous day exploring the city. harrison had made you genuinely laugh more times than you could count with both of your hands and it had been ages since you were in such a state of bliss. when you had complained about your feet aching, he had carried you around on his effortlessly, almost dropping you when you whispered a joke into his ear. the two of you had shared an ice cream at the cutest little café and you had tried your best to push the feelings away as he was feeding you the exotic flavored ice cream.
on the third day, the two of you were out eating dinner at a restaurant and harrison had caught you staring at him more than once. he didn’t say anything when he did and if it wasn’t for the slight sunburn on your cheeks, he probably would’ve caught you blushing too. after dinner, he had suggested a walk alongside the small canal to catch the last few minutes of the sunset. he had grabbed your hand in his so suddenly that you almost pulled away out of instict, but you relished the feeling as he dragged you along down to the water.
you were staring out at the water, trying to memorize the colors and the reflection of the beautiful sky in the water, when you felt his eyes on you. you turned slowly, giving him a small smile while tucking a flyaway piece of hair back behind your ear. his blue eyes looked amazing in the soft sunlight and you wanted to tell him, but swallowed the compliment immediately. was it really worth potentially ruining your friendship over?
“have you always been this beautiful?”
his question was innocent but abrupt. you felt your forehead crease as your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “what do you mean?”
“i- you, uh, you look really beautiful right now and this makes me sound like a dick but i never really noticed.”
“oh.”
“no, fuck. that’s not- i didn’t mean it like that. you’ve always been beautiful but i’ve never really realized just how gorgeous you are. there’s- you’re effortlessly stunning.”
by the end of his rambling, you were already a flustered mess. harrison had complimented you before. he was your best friend, after all, and you weren’t a stranger to receiving a fair share of compliments from him. but they never like this; they were never this earnest, never this out of the blue. you wracked your brain for a suitable response but all you could think of was ‘thank you’, which didn’t seem quite right. you wanted to say more.
“you know, i was scared. when i asked you to come on this trip with me,” his confession sent a sudden ache through your chest. “i was scared it would ruin our friendship somehow because- fuck, i’ve loved you for a long time, y/n, and these past days has only made it harder for me to hide my feelings.”
“please just kiss me already,” you whispered, your mind only sure of one thing; he loved you.
harrison didn’t need much convincing. in the matter of a few seconds, his lips were against yours. he brought his hand to your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. the kiss was soft, yet needy. it was loving and passionate. it was the epitome of a kiss two best friends share after admitting their suppressed feelings. if it hadn’t been for the urge to acquire fresh air, you would have prolonged the kiss. a protesting whine escaped you as he pulled away and he chuckled breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours.
“this is really cliché,” he whispered softly. “but i think you might be my soulmate. ‘m sorry it took me so long to tell you, love.”
Summary: When Harrison desperately needs a shoulder to lean on, Jess is there – as always.
A/N: This is my piece for @gottaletgopete and @parkerpuffwrites writing challenge!! And yes, the OC is named after @parkerpuffwrites (with her permission of course), because I just love her to bits. Hope you enjoy <3
Warnings: MAJOR FLUFF ALERT, sad!Harrison, too pretty blue eyes (HHHRK) i know no angst much shock
Prompt: “Just stay a little longer.” – with Haz
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It wasn’t very often that Jess saw Harrison’s beautiful blue eyes swimming with tears. But when she did, she knew something was very, very wrong.
It had only happened a few times in the long time they’d been best friends. First, when his childhood pet had crossed the rainbow bridge. And second, when his grandpa on his dad’s side had gotten sick. They hadn’t lost him, thank god, but Harrison was nonetheless terrified that they would.
And every time Jess watched his crystal blue orbs grow cloudy with the sudden influx of tears, she always felt a piece of her heart crumble. So naturally, Jess, being who she was, resolutely decided that whenever Harrison cried, she would be there to help wipe the tears away.
Immediately, Jess knew something was wrong that day, when she texted Harrison asking what he was up to and he responded with a curt, “not much”. Harrison was always using way too many emojis, or at the very least was sending text after text until he finally got out all the thoughts he could. When she responded asking what was wrong and Harrison said “nothing”, Jess sighed and crawled out of the warmth of her bed, slipping on her shoes.
Sometimes, Harrison could be just as moody and unpredictable as he had been in his pubescent teenage years. So Jess, having lived through those times, knew that Harrison’s “nothing” really translated to “everything”.
Jess trudged down the hallway of her apartment, grabbing her keys and purse as she went. She slipped on her coat, taking one last look around to make sure the lights were off, before she stepped through the door and out into the London sunshine.
Luckily, Harrison’s shared apartment with Tom was only a short walk away. So she wasted no time in hustling down the sidewalk, her headphones blasting her favorite playlist in her ears. Something in her had clicked at Harrison’s short tone, and nothing would stop her from being there for her best friend when he needed her.
And he definitely needed her this time.
When Jess knocked on the apartment door before softly edging it open, she found the living room empty, piles of soft blankets on the couch, Tessa snoozing away in her plush bed on the floor, the TV still running softly in the background. Harrison was nowhere in sight.
Not good.
Jess hung her coat on the hook by the door, slipping off her shoes, before she padded down the hallway to Harrison’s room. She gently pressed the door open with the pads of her fingers, peeking her head in.
“Haz?”
A strangled moan that sounded peculiarly like a dying diesel engine came from the lump huddled underneath covers of the bed. Jess took that as her cue to enter, striding across the room to sit on Harrison’s bed, her hand coming up to reach for the covers and pull them away from his face.
To put it simply, he looked awful. His blonde hair was sticking out in about a million different directions, and his bright blue eyes were puffy and red. His lips were swollen from biting down on them too hard. Jess could still see the stains of fallen tears left streaked against his cheeks.
“Aw, Haz,” she sighed, taking in his rugged appearance. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just been a really rough week.”
That was all the information she needed. She pulled back the covers and slipped underneath, sitting up against the headboard and pulling Harrison’s head so it rested against her stomach. Harrison tangled his arms around her middle, snuggling into her t-shirt and allowing the rest of the tears to fall.
Even after his grandad, Jess had never seen Harrison cry this much. She hated prying, especially when he was in such a rough state. But if he needed to talk, she was pretty much the only one he would vent to besides Tom.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She whispered, her hands coming up to tangle into his hair and massage his scalp. She heard him sigh at her touch, visibly relaxing, and she felt a little more relieved.
“I’m just…overworked is all.”
And he wasn’t lying. She knew how sometimes Haz felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was the opposite of Tom – Tom liked to put all of his energy into his work and press tours and everything that came along with being Spider-Man. He relished in it, and he could always return to normal life without missing a beat. But Harrison was different. Tom may have been good at crying on demand, but Harrison was the emotional one. And sometimes, if he let them, his emotions would stay bottled up for months on end, eventually bubbling up and exploding out of him like a volcano.
And he’d been holding these particular feelings in for years.
So Jess just…held him.
He was sniffling, shaking ever so slightly as he cried, his tears dripping down his cheeks and soaking into the cotton of Jess’s t-shirt. She just sat there, one hand on his back rubbing soothing circles and the other tangled in his mop of blonde hair.
It felt like hours before either one of them made even the slightest move, but then Harrison tilted his head up to her and sniffled. His crystal-clear blue eyes were shimmering, the last few tears escaping down the bridge of his nose, but even then, she could tell he seemed lighter.
“Thank you,” he whispered, resting his head on her chest and giving her a gentle squeeze. “Thank you for always being there.”
“Of course,” she replied, smoothing his hair with the pads of her fingers.
Her throat was starting to close up. Harrison wasn’t the only one who’d been keeping certain feelings at bay. For months now, every time she looked at him, her stomach would surge up into her throat and her toes would start tingling.
But she couldn’t allow herself to feel that way. No, she wouldn’t. Her friendship with Haz was far too important to put at risk. He meant quite possibly everything to her, and she wasn’t willing to risk that on a silly crush.
But what she didn’t realize was that some of Harrison’s tears were shed for her.
He’d been feeling the same way as she had for a very long time, practically since they’d left secondary school. And he knew, deep down, that she was the only one he was ever destined to be with. But he knew how important their friendship was to her. So he never acted on it.
That is, until Jess muttered something about Tessa needing to go outside, and tried to leave the bed. But Harrison held on to her tightly, keeping her there.
“Can we just... just stay a little longer. Please.”
“Haz…,” she warned.
“No, Jess,” he said, stronger this time. He sat up to face her, his blue eyes now clearer than ever, boring holes into her skin. “I know what you’re going to say, but it’s stupid. Think about how good it would be. It would be as easy as breathing for you to be with me.”
“Haz,” she whispered softly, her eyes now pooling with tears. “I can’t afford to risk our friendship, and you know that. You’re too important.”
“Jess,” he soothed, his hand coming up to press against her cheek. “I will always be there for you. Just like you are for me. Even if things go south, I will always be your best friend. I promise.”
Jess shook her head just slightly, if only to get rid of the tears in her eyes. “I don’t know…”
“Just try. For me.”
Jess looked up into his blue eyes, and she swore she saw their lives flash across his pupils. In all the time she’d known Harrison, he had never gone back on his word. Ever. And on the rare occasions that he did, he was there by her side in a flash, bearing chocolates and a teddy bear and profusely apologizing. But every time, his reasons were always sound.
So Jess made a decision then. Harrison swore he heard her whisper yes into the air, even though her lips hadn’t moved, and the next thing he knew, she leaned forward and pressed their lips together.
Kissing had never felt like this. This was what everyone talked about – this was what they had seen in all the movies. Fireworks exploded around them, and Harrison left sparks against her skin wherever he touched. Their lips fit together like the pieces of a puzzle, and almost instantly Jess felt like she was flying. Kissing Harrison felt right. Peaceful.
Perfect.
When they pulled away, Harrison’s blue eyes had finally returned back to normal, and Jess felt a wave of sunshine wash over her. He was smiling so brightly she thought she might go blind. But up until that point, she’d never really thought about how bright he always was, always smiling. Really, he deserved the chance every once in a while to cry. But in that moment, everything clicked into place for her. He was her comfort, her light, her rock holding her to the ground when gravity threatened to let go. And she was his.
Harrison pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and allowed her to rest her head against his shoulder, their eyes closing peacefully. He may have been exhausted from crying for hours, but in that moment, with Jess pressed up against him, he’d never felt more alive.
summer can you do a lil blurb with “come cuddle.” like they are about to have sex but she gets really insecure and he comforts her instead💛 — @soft-haz
@soft-haz
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be spending a sexy, romantic, and intimate evening with Harrison, but it had all gone to shit so quickly. It started after you’d put on the lingerie in the bathroom. It was meant to be a surprise for him, you waiting on the bed clad in the skimpy outfit like a present under the Christmas tree, but instead, you couldn’t pull your eyes from your reflection in the mirror.
You couldn’t shake the feeling that the color didn’t look right on you. And it didn’t fit you right. But you knew the truth. It didn’t FEEL right, which is why you opened the door to see a startled Harrison sitting on the edge of your bed. Startled, not because you were wearing the black, lacy thong and bra, but because the expression on your face was nothing short of misery. His eyebrows furrowed, concern lacing his features.
“What’s wrong, darling? You know I didn’t expect anything, right?” He whispered, reaching his hand out to you. But, he didn’t make any moves to hold you just yet. He knew you would come to him when you were ready, and with as delicate as your emotions were when you felt this way, he’d hate to be the one to tip you over the edge.
“I don’t feel good.” You whispered, and while anyone else could have misinterpreted it as feeling ill, Harrison knew you better than anyone else, and he knew that it wasn’t physical illness you were experiencing.
“Come cuddle, baby.” He held his arms out, scooting back so that he sat against the headboard.
“But we were supposed to-”
“We can do that anytime, darling. Let me help you, yeah?” He was always so gentle with your emotions, and you adored him for it.
You did as he asked, laying down in his arms, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck while he turned on the TV. He was sure to press loving kisses to your face every few minutes, reminding you of how much he loved you. Every now and then he’d ask if you needed anything, water, a snack, to hear your three favorite words escape his lips, and though you told him you were fine, he told you he loved you anyway. So, while the evening hadn’t exactly gone as planned, it couldn’t have possibly ended better.
Heyyy guys, thank you to those who sent in requests, I really appreciate it. 🙏🏻 I just wanted to ask you’re guys opinion. I have an idea for an imagine but I don’t know whether for it to be for Tom or Harrison🤔 it’s going to be slightly smutty if it’s Harrison and will be jealousy filled for Tom. Comment down below who you guys want me to write it for🤗
