Warnings: angst. One curse word lol (This is seriously so random)
Wc. 570
It was an early morning, five o'clock and you were getting ready for work, being quiet so as to not wake the sleeping man in your bed.
Knock! Knock!
You froze in your tracks, not sure who could possibly be at your door that early. With an uneasy feeling you walked over, opening it to see the last face you had expected.
"Tom?" You were shocked, the last time having seen or talked to him was two years prior when he dumped you because the relationship wasn't good for either of your images.
"I had to see you," he told you pushing past you into the house. You watched as the man paced back and forth in the small area of your living room. "I had a dream about you, about how stupid I was for listening to them,"
"What are you talking about Tom?" You demanded.
"My agents, they told me I had to break it off for both our sakes, I just don't know why I listened," he admitted.
You heard his words, but they didn't mean all that much to you. He had hurt you, and he had made sure to do so in a public place. Your feelings had changed. Yes, you had once loved Tom, but that was a long time ago.
"Tom," you mumbled as you heard a stirring from down the hall.
Oh no.
Tom heard it to, and his attention switched to look down the hallway as the man made his way to the living room, rubbing his eyes as he walked. Completely oblivious to what he was about to walk into. "Y/n? Whats-" he paused, seeing Tom. He stood barely in the living room, in a pair of grey sweats and no shirt. "Hey mate," he said sheepishly.
Tom's eyes grew wide with the realization, him coming from your bedroom, his lack of clothes, the fact that he had obviously spent the night. "Seriously y/n? My best mate?" Tom demanded.
You rolled your eyes at that, it had been two years since you had seen or talked to him. You didn't owe him a thing.
"Oh piss off Tom, you literally humiliated me, and left me. I don't owe you anything," you spat.
He looked between you and the blonde a few times. "How long has this been going on?" He asked.
You were about to say something nasty when Harrison beat you to talking, "about a month mate, fairly new, we're just friends," Harrison explained, a blatant lie to his best friend, probably to ease the situation.
"So your fucking my mate, and not even dating him?" Tom spat.
You felt your blood boil. "Well to put it frankly, I am allowed to do who and what I want Tom, if I remember correctly, you dropped me cause it was bad for YOUR image, not the other way around," you yelled, walking past him and over to where Harrison was standing, "and for your information, TOM, it's been going on a lot longer than a month and we are not just friends," you flashed him your hand with a diamond band around your finger before trudging your way down the hall.
Maybe it was a low blow, maybe not.
But Tom had broken you, and Harrison had picked up all the pieces, putting them all back in place.
You would never regret the year spent with Tom, he taught you an important lesson, but he was never it, Haz was.
could I get "what's this between us" for harrison and reader, maybe where they're friends with benefits and reader is in love with him, so one day she sees him with another girl or something and asks that👉👈
Like super angsty
It's okay if you cant🥺
Thank you Rey☺️☺️💖💖
Warning- angst
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You didn’t know how it started but damn, it felt so good. You and Harrison have been friends since forever. But one day your relationship changed forever, or we can say one night. You both were drunk, granted.
But you guys decided since you both didn’t have feelings for each other become friends with benefits.
It was so much better at that time because you guys didn’t have to go through any heartbreak. Still get to be friends. And now it doesn’t feel that great anymore. You tried so hard to not to fall for him, you still did though. Harrison on the other hand never felt a single thing for you, but you didn’t know that yet.
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After some months into your new relationship(?) with him, Harrison grew distant. He never returned calls, his texts became scarce. It shouldn’t bother you but it did, because you were in love with him.
You hated yourself as you fell for him more and more. He doesn’t care for you, You reminded yourself daily. You were hurting yourself.
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You were going to the opening party of this new bar with your girlfriends. You were all glammed up in the hope to find someone else, who can make you forget about Harrison.
You desperately wanted to forget him but the universe was against it. As soon as you entered the bar you saw him with a girl in his arms. It was obvious that she was his girlfriend. Your heart shattered at the site.
But you were Harrison’s friend first so you decided to go and greet them. Even though it hurted you to see them. Tom noticed you first and called you over to join him. As soon as Harrison saw you he protectively wrapped his arm around his girlfriend.
Harrison never talked to you directly or looked in your way, which hurted you even more. How much you wanted to talk to him. And how much he avoided you.
You finally got time to talk to him when his girlfriend left his side to go to the bathroom. “Can I talk to you for a minute Haz?” he only gave you a small nod and both walked out of the bar.
“What do wanna talk about?” it was clear that he had no interest in talking to you. “What’s this Haz? What’s this between us?” you asked, almost crying. “It’s nothing. Don’t you know the meaning with benefits? There was nothing between and there never will be.” he said plainly.
You let tears escape from your eyes. “Then what about the friends part? Aren't we friends anymore?” you asked. “Yes, we are not friends anymore. I distanced myself from you so that this can’t hurt you.” you gave him a confused look.
“What can’t?” “Y/N, it is as clear as day that you like me. I just didn’t want to hurt you because I don’t feel the same way about you.” was it that obvious, were you that obvious? Harrison was about to say something when Tom came out. “Haz you girl is searching for you.”
Harrison nodded and left you there with your misery. You looked at Tom with your swollen eyes and turned around to leave the place. Not wanting to listen to what Tom wanted to say to you.
Harrison’s word repeated in your brain and you couldn’t focus on the things happening around you. You didn’t notice the speeding car coming at your direction, you didn’t notice that Tom was holding your almost dead body and shouting for help. You closed your eyes, hoping that the pain in your heart will go away.
Characters: lowkey gang!Harrison x Y/n (Female Reader)
Word Count: 810
Summary: Harrison doesn’t want to pretend with Y/n anymore, he wants it to be truly and real and nothing but that.
Based off of this song & the photo below (Not my pic)
He knew when he first laid eyes on her from across the parking lot nothing would become of them. But like a magnet drawing to its opposite Harrison couldn’t pull himself away from her. His eyes landed on her ass first in that short skirt with her legs extending past the material and he caught himself biting his lip at the thought of her under him in nothing, but then his eyes rose and he noticed how her hair flowed behind her in the small breeze and he caught a glimpse of her face as she turned to one of her high class friends, her eyes crinkled at the corners as a smile showed on her lips from whatever they had said. He found himself not only wanting to pine after her for a quick fuck but something more. Harrison never gives up on something he wants.
“Fuck you and your high class friends.” His words left his kissable lips in a joking manner as he watched the girl from the corner of his icey eyes. She clinched the bathroom pass tighter in her hand out of anger.
“Oh yeah? Well fuck you too.” Her voice an octave higher than the normal tone. He smirked proud of himself for inciting a reaction from her. Who knew a girl like her would use such foul language?
“They wouldn’t know the difference between love and sex, intelligence isn’t something they posses.” He fires back turning on the heel of his shoe to face the girls backside a lovely view of her ass again.
“Don’t talk about my friends that way.” She sneers turning more elegantly than Harrison had as she eyes him up, his taller stature would intimidate others but not her. A demeaning chuckle leaves his lips as he slides his tongue across the bottom one slowly. A move he’s done many times to trick girls into thinking of kissing him, he only wishes it’ll falter the girls demeanor in front of him, but alas. Nothing.
“Now darlin you know I’m not wrong. But since I’m on a roll Fuck your new boyfriend too.” He winks toying with her. He watches as the anger surges through her, lighting a fire behind her eyes as both fists are clenched now. He can’t help himself the asshole mentality he’s inherited comes out even if he doesn’t want it too. She smirks now crossing her arms under her breasts making them more pronounced and he can’t decipher if its a trick or an honest coincidence.
“Harrison Osterfeild are you jealous?” She questions the sarcasm of her words even an idiot wouldn’t miss. It’s his turn to roll his eyes and drop his stature to show disinterest. His large hands move and start to slow clap at her words.
“Good for you Y/n Y/l/n you’ve totally blown my cover.’ He begins to shout as if a crowd was around wanting to hear the conversation between the two. She steps closer to him trying to sush him, She can’t be caught skipping class and especially cannot be caught talking with Harrison. He thinks quickly and moves one hand around her waist and the other behind her head as he leans her smaller frame compared to his against the lockers that line the hall. She lets a gasp escape her lips at his quick motions.
“I bet he doesn’t know your love for rock bands or you infatuation with drunk romance or that we sleep in all weekend and we pretend that you’ve left him, that we’re more than just friends.” His words are hushed and he’s never shown such raw emotion like this for not only her but anyone he’s ever been after. He’s ready to shout his love from the rooftops and this is his confession of it. But Y/n doesn’t seem as enthusiastic.
“Shh someone will hear you.” She mumbles as her eyes flick from right to left, his bandanna blocks her view as her eyes only seem to focus on that and his lips inches away. He takes a deep breath trying again.
“Fuck your parents and I’m sorry I doubted you when you said that they’re insane. They always say I don’t act my age, but c’mon I know that’s a reason you love me. And they always say you’re too good for me and that’s the only time I’ll agree with them but hey when we pretend on the weekends you seem to still love me.” His tone of voice changes as he finishes his last effort to convince her, to say yes to stop the pretending and to make it all real. Her chest feels tight as they two stare deep into one another's eyes as if the answer will be in them. With a deep breath and the silence killing him slowly she answers.
Characters: Bestfriend!Tom Holland X female reader
Word Count: 1,422
Summarry: For @loserparker ‘s writing challenge! I was inspired and used the song Can I Be Him? by James Arthur
Warnings: Sad & maybe cussings ?
He loves her. Truly and completely. The kind of love some only achieve through romantic comedies and Nicholas Sparks novels. But he was lucky enough to have a love so strong and so raw, for her.
His brown eyes harbor a light glaze across them as he sips his third glass of champagne for the night. The reception in full swing now. After years of hearing alcoholics go straight for champagne he know understands why, it goes straight to your head. He feels light headed and like he can’t properly support himself, but in this situation. In the months leading up to this event, he’s happy to not truly be himself right now. As people dance around in the center of the room Tom pulls his eyes away as to not get too dizzy. His eyes scan the tables of guests, recognizing some and some strangers. Finally his eyes land on her, on the beautiful bride. Her hair falls effortlessly framing her face like the beautiful piece of art work she is to him. Her veil behind her head now it adds just the touch to make her face glow. A smile hasn’t left her face since his chocolate eyes fell on her. The slope of her nose was something Tom has dreamed of running his hand over. The gleam in her eyes wasn’t just because of her special day but always there just a part of Y/n that made her Y/n. The ever so special Y/n. Her shoulders shook as loud laugh fell from her plump pink lips from an inaudible joke. Tom felt his eyes crinkle and the corner of his lips turn upward, her smile has always been contagious.
Her laughter fades and her eyes shift from the guests in front of her to Tom. A small smile sprouts on her lips as she eyes him. His suit a size too small as it clings to his buffer frame since he last wore it. His wrists show a good inch past the jacket arms. His tie too long, hanging past the button on the navy blue slacks. His hair had his fingers raked through it one too many times and the blood shot eyes left the new bride knowing exactly that Tom was indeed drunk, on her wedding day. Tom Holland, her best friend couldn’t even put a little effort in for her special day. With a soft smile and a nod, the princess of the night excuses herself and grips her dress at each end to hold it up so she can quickly cross the room to Tom.
“Come here.” She mumbles as she passes. Tom gathers himself and follows after. They enter an empty room with make up and day closes strewn about. The conclusion is this was where Y/n had gotten prepared for earlier. Where she had been transformed from a girl to a bride. It almost intensifies the pain in Tom’s chest by being in here.
“I can’t believe you’re drunk Tom!” Her words cut deep and maybe it’s the champagne or maybe it’s that he’s held this in too long that the dam is breaking. Without a second thought a flood breaks loose.
“Y/n really? You can’t believe I’m drunk?” He shoots back leaning against the wall looking at her dress covered feet. When his eyes finally flick up to face her she holds an exasperated expression and moves her arm to inquire more of an explanation. The cloudy headed boy rolls his tongue over his lips as he sucks in a breath before continuing.
“I can’t believe you’ve never noticed really. Y/n from the first time I saw you, you-you stole my heart Y/n. I knew from the very first moment you introduced yourself. I wanted you. I wanted to make you mine. A-and. And when you read your poems or the songs you’ve written, the songs you’ve only ever shared with me. I wished. I wish they’re about me.” Tom has to correct himself from speaking in past tense because no matter what, the love he has for the girl before him, he’ll always have hope. He could never give up the girl of his dreams. He can’t bring himself to raise his eyes to look at her. His vision now fuzzy not from one too many glasses but from tears. His heart can’t take the pent up pain and it now releases itself in tears. He pinches the bridge of his nose to not only conceal his face from her but in an effort to stop crying.
“I know. I know you’re married now. God you’re married. I can’t believe that sentence just left my mouth.” He tries to continue but the more he speaks aloud, the more reality hits him in the face. A strangled cry leaves his throat as he speaks and he pulls at his collar suddenly feeling too tight. As he runs a hand trough his hair, he’s lost count at how many times he’s done this action tonight, he blinks up at the vaulted ceiling with his signature holland puppy dog eyes.
“I don’t think he deserves you Y/n. Hell nobody deserves you. You’re too good. Too good for any asshole of a guy. I’m not even good enough for you.” The unraveling boy continues in his monologue all while Y/n stands there tears welling in her eyes at her best friend. Her best friend she’ll only see as a best friend. But a best friend she’s never intended to hurt this way.
“I’ve been there to wipe your tears before, but I want to be the one who not only can wipe your tears but can truly make you feel better. I want to be the one who can kiss your lips Y/n. God, can I just be him?” He questions rhetorically. He knows fully well he was born Tom Holland and Tom Holland was not the name of your new husband and he’ll never be him. Tom slides himself down the wall and folds into his chest, knees pulled tightly to his inward. He lets out gasps as he sobs. Mumbling “can I be him? Can I be him? Can I be him?” Over and over in a chant as he rocks back and forth hitting his back against the wall harder each time. Maybe wishing dust would fall off the old chapel walls and make his wish come true like in your favorite movie 13 going on 30. But even in Tom’s drunken state he knows no mater how hard he cried or how many wishes he made, he’d never be him.
“Tommy, oh my god Tommy. Please don’t cry, I’m-I’m so sorry.” Y/n drops in front of Tom not caring about the pearl white dress staying pearl white. She needs to consul her best friend right now. Her words fall on deaf ears though as Tom pushes her hands away from him.
“Y/n, do you love me?” He looks up eyes even more bloodshot now. His eyebrows are pulled downward trying to hold back the continual tears. “Do you?” He asks again forcing an answer.
“Tommy of course I do but just not like I love him.” Y/n answers and looks down sadly. If only the love she does have for him would be enough. But it’s not enough for Tom.
“Then don’t. Don’t try to help just-just go.” His voice almost cracks as he pushes the bride, his best friend, the love of his life away. Slowly she stands and with a small nod exits the room. Another resemblance Tom held with love in films and novels is the pain. The pain of unrequited love.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated!
Characters :Highschool!Harry Holland x Y/n (female reader)
Summary: Y/n & Harry were inseparable hence the verb were. Near the end of 8th year they started to drift apart, Now Senior year of high school they’ve completely been out of each other's lives for three years. This is a normal occurrence with friendships but not so much for two people who have been best friends since the age of two and happen to live next door to each other. What event can reunite them?
Playlist: Here
Warnings: ITS LONG AF RIP none yet, angst maybe ?
Harry did the same thing on the first day of school every year. Late. He quickly brushes his teeth and runs a comb through his curly hair. Then throws on some joggers and a T-shirt before leaving to go pick up his girlfriend. Like he always does. As he exits his house he spots On walking to her car, still his neighbor and still aware of all the memories he’s had with her he finds it odd she’s only in shorts and a maroon top. In the past she’d call him the night before and talk for hours about what to wear before arriving at his house for their end of Summer sleepover. That night they’d compare schedules and goals for the upcoming year. That’s the past though. As she steps in her car his brown eyes land on a sizeable bruise on her calf and wonders what daredevilish stunt she was up to, to get that. It's a strange thought for him to know so much about someone but not call them a friend or even an acquaintance. With a quick glance he watchs Y/n pull away from the curb and in the direction of their high school. Maybe it’s the thought of senior year and he’s focussed on reminiscing but he can’t seem to shake Y/n from his mind this morning.
A loud honk blares from the left as Harry starts to pull from the shoulder of the road, he turns quickly as a car speeds past.
"Jackass!" The stranger yells with his middle finger up. Harry just rolls his eyes with a sigh and continues on with more caution to his girlfriend’s.
Y/n speeds to her high school her lead foot not failing her today. The music blares through the small speakers and a smile is on her face at the thought, this will be the last first day of school. Ever. And then her life can truly begin. She’s been pinning after a soccer scholarship since freshman year and to say she is good is an understatement. It’s not a fond memory to Harry but Y/n would kick his little seven year old ass at soccer in her backyard when they were kids. She’d have to bring him a popsicle and apologize for gloating to cheer him back up.
Harry’s brakes squeak as his silver hatchback comes to a halt in front of his girlfriend. She has arms crossed and a foot tapping the ground.
“You’re late.” She mumbles as she slams the door her long braided hair flips over her shoulder as she still holds a scowl. Harry only gives a sigh in response as he switches the gear back to drive. Julie sits up and cranks the radio as Blink-182s ‘I Miss You’ starts.
“What’s your schedule like babe?” He asks making conversation as the song ends. He glances at her from the corner of her eye and shes her opening her binder where he sees her laminated schedule with color coded highlights.
“First is chemistry.” She answers looking it over and making sure her binder is in order.
“Damn that's rough. I have english.” He continues speaking as he pulls into a parking space. Julie has always had more advanced classes than him, he met her when he needed a tutor freshman year and he considered himself lucky when she said yes to a first date.
"Let's go see John and Kathy before the bell rings." She excitedly yells while getting out of the car faster than her ever seen. Kathy and John are their couple. Like in The t.v series 'How I Met Your Mother' the episode where Lily and Marshall are trying to find a couple for them to be friends with and go on double dates with. John and Kathy are Harry and Julie’s couple. Julie and him hadn't been able to see them all summer long because their families took a three month long trip to the Caribbean islands. The instagram photos looked incredible and Julie gave Harry an earful over their ‘boring’ summer. Harry rolled his eyes when she showed him the photos, of course he’d love a vacation there but not for the five star hotels and swedish massages but for the sunsets the light blue ocean. He’d get the most memorable photographs.
"Kathy!" Julie exclaims as she spots the blonde in a pink summer dress seated at the usual lunch table they all occupied since they’ve become friends. Harry spots John and nods to him but not speeding his pace up to greet him. Before he reaches them his eyes land on movement behind him. Y/n is in the arms of Kyle Buchanan. He blames Kyle for the split and the changes he’d seen develop in her once they began their relationship. He can remember the day clearly just like Y/n’s 6th birthday.
“Hey Y/n meet my buddy Kyle, he’s in my film class.” Harry introduced the blonde haired blue eyed boy to his best friend. A blush crept onto her cheeks and her posture shifted, only Harry could pick up on it.
“Hey. Wow not to be forward but can I just say you’re beautiful. I’d love for you to be a model for me sometime.” As those words left Kyle’s mouth he could see Y/n swooning. And then Harry saw his true colors and he’d do anything to protect Y/n, he promised.
"Please stay away from him Y/n he's bad news." He begged as she sat on the edge of his bed anger and confusion written on her face.
"You set us up and now you want me to Break up with him?" her voice just under a yell.
"Please for me. He's gonna hurt you and I'm gonna have to pick up all the pieces!" He bursts hinting at the past. That set a flame off in Y/n leading to an explosion like the string to a firecracker.
"You're just jealous!" There's the first shout between them. A first fight even so.
"Me jealous of him dating you? Please." harry scoffs turning from looking out the window to glare at her. Why would he be jealous? What was Y/n implying?
“You think he's bad news and changing me? Just look at you! You've never treated me like this before!" The angry girl stands now.
"Yeah well people do change and at least I'm not changing cause I want someone's popularity status!"
"You know what Harry? I hate you!"
"The feelings mutual."
With that she stormed out of his house and that was the last time they had a full conversation together
"Earth to Harry!" Julie giggles pulling him from his sad thoughts as she slides an arm through his crossed one and leans on his shoulder. A smile on her lips as she looks up at him through her lashes. He blinks rapidly and turns to face her, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Sorry. What'd I miss?" He laughs lightly excusing his loss of attention as he glances at Y/n once more. He eyes her as she giggles with Kyle and his friends. Julie and Kathy explain lunch plans.
Y/n feels the warmth of Kyle’s hands on her lower back as she faces him, they both are holding eye contact and laughing. She leans up and kisses the corner of his mouth and cheek.
“That was cute.” He laughs pulling her closer as she scrunches her nose up. The warning bell for the start of first breaks them apart and they go their separate ways to their proper classes.
Harry waltzes into his English class and takes a seat by the window. He spots a class running laps around the track and what looks like a few students skipping class as they sit by a tree on their phones. Writing along with photography is some of Harry’s biggest passions. He recalls when him and Y/n use to write their adventure stories along with the princess fantasies. He was prince Harry and Y/n obviously princess Y/n. That’s what built his love for writing, Y/n showing him the fun in it. As he turns from the window and glances around the classroom he spots some of his old classmates from last year and some of his buddies. As the bell rings a flash of red bolts into the room taking a seat in the back, but without seeing the face he knows who it is, Y/n.
"Happy first day class. I'm Mrs.Hall." The teacher introduces herself to the class. She’s a fairly older women with already set wrinkles on her forehead and she’s dressed like a librarian. A skirt below the ankle and a long sleeve with a dressy vest over it in all muted gray tones. Harry is starting to sense she’s not going to make english fun.
"I don't want any funny business in this classroom. Rule one; no phones or iPads this is an English class we're using pen and paper. Rule two; no gum chewing or talking while I'm talking. Rule three; when I do assign partners or make seating charts there is no exceptions or changes." The woman smiles but not a kind one, it was evil. Then adjusts her glasses on the bridge of her nose and grabs a clipboard off her desk. Harry’s feeling what definitely right about her. With a sigh he crosses his arms and leans against his desk.
"Let's get to work then, I'm not into 'get to know me games' on the first day of school, I'll get to know you by the work you turn in and you'll get to know me by how I grade and act towards you. Your first assignment of the year is a partner reading book report. Yes, I have already assigned partners." Mrs. Hill instructs as her beady eyes skim over the class sitting before her. She licks her thin lips then speaks again.
"When I call out you and your partners name please introduce yourselves and sit with them." She continues as she holds the clipboard up to read aloud.
"Stacy d. and Jack b."
"Luke w. and Luke m."
"Jane w. and Beckett o."
"Harry H. And Y/n Y/l/n."
After Harry and Y/n’s name was called out to be partners his jaw drops. He almost wants to laugh along with it, yes he’s seen many rom coms and he never thought he’d be in one of the biggest tropes of them. He was nervous though to turn around and face her.He also wasn’t ready to be partnered with her for at least a week doing a project together. He already knows what book she’ll choose, ‘Perks of Being a Wallflower.’ It’s been her favorite book for a long time, well as long as he can remember. Finally Harry forces himself to turn. Her facial expression mirrors his but once they make eye contact she collects her belongings and moves to the empty chair beside him.
"Hi I'm Y/n." She says pulling a fake smile at him but her dimple on her cheek still pokes out. Harry doesn’t know any better way to respond.
"Hey, I'm Harry." He replies and sticks his hand out for her to shake going along with whatever crazy idea is in Y/n’s mind. As she grabs his hand and shakes it Harry feels comfortable by her touch. He holds a small smile on his face as they continue to shake hands, neither of them stopping it. Y/n starts to giggle and slowly pulls away.
"So I recommend we do the book 'Catcher and the rye' by J.D Salinger" She suggests opening up to the first page in her notebook. For the second time in this class, Harry is in shock.
"I was thinking a more personal book like 'Perks of being a Wallflower' by Stephen Chbosky." He interjects while grabbing a notebook from his bag that lays next to him on the floor. As he turns back to look at her she wears this look on her face, a small sprout of a smile playing on her lips, it looks like she's reminiscing on a fond memory. Harry holds back a smug smirk, his quick thinking worked and a feeling of hope stirs in his mind.
A smile starts to grow on his face stares at her, she looks the same as when they were young but her features are so much more mature now. Her eyes still a mix of colors and at a time once Harry replied to the question,” What's your favorite color?” With “Y/n’s eyes.”. Her nose structure slightly different due to the baseball accident where Harry accidentally struck her with a baseball bat when they were ten, but that imperfection made her face so much more unique and beautiful. Her lips were a soft shade of red only because her favorite Chapstick is cherry kool-aid that always stains her lips. She never got braces like Harry did, But to Harry her crooked teeth add so much to her character.
"You remembered?" She softly speaks drawing him out of the trance of admiring her looks he found himself in.
"It's not something you forget easily when every sleepover we've ever had you made me watch the movie." He jokes. Y/n finds herself staring at his unique birthmark. The two hold their gazes maybe a moment too long before returning to the task at hand.
"Uhm. I think that's a great choice." She finally speaks looking away from her old friend and writing it down in her notebook. Harry copies her actions and his cheeks flush some from embarrassment at his hand writing or more likely, chicken scratch. His mind registers that him and Y/n just had a moment? Maybe his cheeks are flushed for a different reason.
Mrs.Hall comes around passing out a paper of the requirements and a list of questions that would need to be answered to complete the project after the book of our choice is chosen. She seemed found BY/n. Harry could tell but he wasn’t surprised by it. She’s very likeable.The bell rang dismissing everyone and Y/n didn’t even take time to say a goodbye she quickly left the room for her next class. Harry slowly packed his stuff and headed out his brown eyes searching for Y/n.
The next three of Harry’s classes were physics, calculus, and weight training. Thanks to Julie tutoring him he was actually catching on to what the syllabus said and understanding how the procedures in class would go. In weight training the ‘get to know me’ game was an intense game of tag. The teacher was very laid back and Harry was coming to the conclusion this would be his favorite class for the year. He caught his breath by leaning his hands on his knees as the bell rang and the teacher blew his whistle signalling the students back inside. He watched his shoes crunch down on the grass as the fall weather seemed to be coming too soon this year.
"Hey cutie." Harry smiles into Julie’s blonde hair as he shakes his arms around her middle. A giggle emits from her mouth as she leans into his chest. She smells like vanilla and Harry can't seem to get enough of it.
“Stop!” She giggles and squirms to get away from his puppy dog like sniffing. A wide smile breaks across his face at her actions and he finally lets her go. For the first time today Y/n is not on his mind.
"Ready for Panera?" She asks as our hands subconsciously interlock as we exit through the back side door in the direction of the parking lot.
"You know it." Harry answers as his eyes travel over her. The new short blonde hair she cut last week floated behind her back as a gust of wind came by and her dark blue eyes squinted in the sun. Harry could gasp at her beauty and he can't fathom how he got so lucky to be able to call Julie Fields his girlfriend.
"Why are you staring at me?" She furrowed her eyebrows and held up a hand to give her eyes a break from the Sun's bright rays.
"Because I have the right to stare at my beautiful girlfriend." Harry answered wittily and pulled her into a kiss. Heer smile forced them to pull apart. This time Julie was admiring his features and he could by the way her eyes raked across his face and fell back to his eyes.
"I love you." She softly speaks watching for his reaction. These three words aren’t a common occurrence between this couple. They save these words for intimate moments.
"I love you too." The boy in her arms answers and slides his thumbs into the belt loops of her denim shorts pulling her flush against his hips then moving his hands into her back pockets. Harry had to admit he is an ass guy. As their mouths connected again into a deeper kiss Harry couldn’t help but feel guilty for telling her he loved her. Can he love someone if he doesn’t even know what love is. He resolved in his mind to say he loves her because maybe he’ll figure it out with her.
"Gross get a room!" A voice yells directed toward the pair lip locking. Immediately they pulled apart from each other at the thought it was the principle but quickly ended up laughing as their eyes landed on John and Kathy.
"Let's hit it." John yelled as him and Kathy got closer to the car. Harry rolls his eyes at John for his childish antics as he unlocked his car.
Y/n spotted the scene between Harry and Julie through the fence that blocks the grassy area from the parking lot. A confused expression appears on her face she expected them to be broken up by now, Harry was never the best with relationships but maybe Julie had changed that for him. She turns back and faces the group around her and Kyle.His hand in on her bare thigh and she spost the bruise on her calf, she questions how that appeared but shrugs it off as a soccer injury.
“How’s soccer Y/n?” A friend asks after taking a bite of the schools famous lasagna. The only hot lunch option that is actually good.
“Good! I have tryouts after school today!” Y/n answers happily and leaning on Kyle’s side. He’s lost in conversation about wrestling with his guy friends. After the two became a couple Kyle didn’t attend film class as much as he use too, he became more of a jock. It almost bettered their relationship because they understand the dedication and effort it takes to be on a team. The weekly dates never suffered through. He turns to her and places a soft kiss on her forehead. Before they can lean in and fully kiss the bell rings ending lunch and leaving them a mere six minutes to get to class.
The Spanish four room is decked out. Posters of all the Spanish speaking countries plastered on the ugly white walls, flags of all the countries hanging from the ceiling. Making the classroom very vibrant with color. The desks were in groups of four and so far Harry’s eyes don’t spot anyone familiar. He chooses to sit at an unoccupied desk hoping a friend would walk through the door. He sets his half full soda on the corner of his desk and checks his phone before class starts. Chester enters with Emily trailing behind, he claps a hand on Harry’s shoulder as he sits beside him.
“How’s it going man?” He starts the conversation as Emily sits with them. His photography club friends are a good crowd if only Julie liked hanging out with them. Before Harry can answer Y/n quickly enters the room a bright smile on her face, he can only wonder if it’s about seeing him. She takes the last empty seat beside Emily and smiles at the table group.
"Y/n! Oh my god I haven't seen you in ages! How've you been?" Emily asks a huge smile on her face. Emily is always overly friendly and doesn’t like silence so she starts the conversation quite frequently.
"I'm great! How are you?" Y/n answers with the same smile she entered with. Harry answers Chesters question but still listens in on Emily and Y/n.
"Amazing!" Emily says back smacking her gum as she continues texting. Y/n decides thats the end of their conversation and turns her attention to the beanie wearing freckle faced boy across from her.
"Chester how've you been?" Y/n asks turning her face away from Emily to face her across from him.
“I’m good, thanks for asking." He smiles and gives her the nod. The 'nod' is what guys do when they're interested in a girl, doesn't he know she's taken? What a douche move. Harry’s thoughts run wild at their interaction, it causes him to shake his head trying to disperse the thought and Y/n all together from them. When his looks back up Y/n’s eyes flick away from him. She was watching him.
"Y/n, if there's any partner projects you're my partner." Chester says quickly as the teacher welcomes the class. Y/n shakes her head yes and smiles. Harry’s chest feels weird watching her smile, he can’t deny that he misses being the reason behind it.
"Hola me llamo señora Carlos. Trabajar con sus grupos para responder a estas preguntas." Señora Carlos got straight to work with the class as she instructed everyone to work with our groups to answer questions she brought up in a powerpoint. It was simple questions, like what we did this summer, what's are favorite color, are parents names, ect. As the class begins working Señora turns on some Spanish music that's quite catchy, HArry catches himself slightly moving to the beat and mouthing some of the words he can pick up on.. Y/n locks eyes with him and holds in a laugh, she’s mimicking his actions. As the chorus rolls around again the two wildly lip sync together entertaining their group.
"I think you two need to do that for the talent show!" Senora Carlos claps toward us. She obviously watched the two ‘perform’ A blush casts itself over Y/n’s cheeks and Harry just laughed.
"No way!" Y/n objects with a shake of her head as she returns to her work.
"I don't know Y/n I think we'd win." Harry jokes nodding over dramatically. She shakes her head back and forth again signalling ‘no’ with a final laugh and her smile fading. Another moment ending too soon. The rest of class Y/n and Harry did not talk but Harry kept looking for ways to interact with her more. Before Harry could though Senora was dismissing everyone.
"Adios clase!" Señora Carlos smiles as everyone exits her class as the bell rings. She's so expressive in her hand motions and facial expressions which makes Harry stifle a chuckle as he walks past her.
"Hey Harry." A deep voice calls. The red head quickly side steps out of the way of the crowded hallway of students rushing to their next class and standby the drinking fountain. Kyle steps in front of him holding a smirk.
"Hey?” Harry responds more as a question rather than a friendly reply.
"How've you been? Haven't talked to you in years!" Kyle smiles and pats Harry on his bare arm. The sickly sweet tone of his voice is demeaning and Harry would love to turn and walk away. He takes in how different the boy before him looks since freshman year. His hair is longer and even more shaggy, he's gotten taller too but still not taller than Harry himself, he is more muscular though Harry has to admit. And the fact Kyle has extremely white teeths has Harry feeling self conscious about his own..
"I've been good, how about you?" Harry ask making himself sound friendly. He always has been a lover not a fighter.
"Great! Y/n and I went to California this summer it was blast. What'd you do?" After he said that the curly haired boy understands why he's been stopped in the hall, not regain a friend but to get Y/n and their relationship rubbed in his face he still has Y/n. Not that Harry likes her or anything, but that he doesn’t have any form of a relationship with her and he does. After the fight between Harry and Y/n, she obviously told Kyle because he tried to fight Harry that day.
"Wow that sounds fun. Julie and I kept it local and it was more fun than traveling let me tell you." Harry mirked hoping he'd pick up on his hint. Even though he was full of shit and hasn’t even came close to that with Julie. He knows Y/n,and that she wouldn't do that with someone like Kyle.
"Yeah but think of this, sex in every city we went to." Kyle laughs before turning up the stairs getting the last word in with a disgusting smirk. Harry bites his lip out of anger and turns in the direction of his class. Y/n must not be the same girl he grew up with he comes to the conclusion as he enters the auditorium. He tries to push the conversation between Kyle and him out of his head as he takes his seat in the first row of blue seats in front of the large stage. Theater class should change his mood for the better.
Y/n brushes her hair off her shoulder as she speaks with the teacher trying to explain this is a schedule mishap and she’s definitely not in theater. The shorter woman looks her up and down and smiles.
“We’ll handle this tomorrow, stay for today and see what you think. You just may love it!” Her arm moves as she talks and the large sleeves gesture with her. Y/n only nods folding her schedule up and sliding it in her back pocket with a sigh. The limelight was never her calling unless it was for scoring the most goals or breaking a record. The annoyance of having to stay in theatre class for today she sits as the teacher plops herself in center front stage, her legs hanging off the edge.
"Hey class! I'm Mrs. Burns. Since it's the first day and a theater class were going to do some improv as our 'get to know you game!' I'm gonna number everyone off by five and if you have the same number get a partner and you'll be acting together." She instructs us and starts counting off. Y/n is a one and Harry is too. All of the ones form a group and all have been partnered expect Y/n and Harry.
"Hey partner." She smiles. It’s a real one this time and Harry feels accomplished even if he did nothing to receive it. The fact Y/n is being so friendly means something to him.
"Ok ones! Who's acting first?" Mrs. Burns asks as she claps her ring clad fingers together. All the fellow number ones point at Harry and Y/n.
"Okay so you're both ballerinas who have to pee but have to go on stage in 30 seconds now act!" Mrs. Burns yells in a deep voice that causes a few students to giggle. The two walk to center stage while everyone else is still seated. The lights blind them from seeing their peers.
"If I cecchetti I'm going to pee myself." Y/n starts off causing Harry to almost burst into giggles and break his character. His body language now held straight and more formal as he tries to walk on his tippy toes.
"To late for a potty break now we have to go on!" He responds after stopping the laugh about to leave his throat. He walks toward the left and Y/n catches on doing the same. She holds her tippy toes better than Harry but the bruise on her leg now aches at the new way of walking.
"I think I just peed a little what am I gonna do?" She asks making a worried face and the class laughs along with Harry this time.
"Hide it with your tutu, that's what I did." He fires back erupting more laughs from his audience as he acts as if he has a tutu on. Y/n nods and starts doing the same thing they awfully imitate ballerina moves. She's like a different person when she acts, even for this small skit she shows no signs of being shy or embarrassed. She really has changed, and Harry not only noticed it but he likes the braver Y/n too.
"FREEZE!" A student shouts and the two oblige. Y/n is stuck balancing on one foot with both arms raised she's wobbling but smiling wide. Harry feels a top on his arm signaling he’s being pulled from the scene and jumps off the stage taking a seat again.
"Y/n, you can't fly." He says grabbing her arm and pulling her back so she on both feet again. The guy who took Harry’s spot is unfamiliar to him and he wonders how he even knows her.
"But dad! I'm a superhero who can fly!" She yells like a baby and crosses her arms moving her center of gravity so she's hunched over more childlike. "I'll show you how." She continues and spreads the guys arms out. He looks over her actions dramatically to show effect.
"Now close your eyes." Y/n says sounding mischievous. As he does so she goes behind him tiptoeing like a bad thief in cartoons.
"And FLY!" She yells and shoves him, lightly but he gets the idea and falls.
"Help me up right now!" He demands sounding angry. As she leans down to grab his hands a chorus of 'FREEZE' is heard and Y/n gets tapped out. She has huge smile on her face and it shocks Harry how much she's actually changed from when they were friends; she was shy and never wanted to join theater with Harry before. No matter how much he had begged and tried to bribe her. And now she’s such a natural Saying she's changed isn't the right word to describe Y/n though because that word usually has a negative connotation with it, she's evolved. HArry sits back in his chair as Y/n descends the small set of stairs exiting the stage.
The next two people up are joking around, not really holding to an idea or formulating their characters. The girl calls out trust fall and actually falls full force into her partners arms but the fast action doesn’t register with him and they both end up actually falling and land on the hard floor, the noise echoes throughout the empty auditorium. Everyone is silent as they wait for the reactions of the two who fell trying to determine if they are actually hurt.
"Romeo Romeo where art OW!" The guy yelps and earns a chorus of laughter from everyone. When they get up and walk back to their seats rubbing their butts and arms, Y/n high fives the guy.
"Okay class that's enough for today, we'll pick this back up tomorrow. Happy first day of school! See you for the next nine months." She waves as everyone stampedes to the exit. Y/n and Harry end up being the last people in the room.
"Hey Y/n!" He call as she exits the room just before him causing him to take large steps to catch up. She comes to a halt and whips around her hair flying in her face. She moves it quickly behind her ear with an airy laugh. Y/n can laugh over anything it makes her so approachable.
"Yeah?" She questions. He wasn't expecting her to stop not sure if he even heard his call. He opens and closes his mouth searching for his words.
"There's a back to school party tonight at, Micah's, I was wondering if you're going cause-" before I can finish my reasoning why she cuts me off.
“Are you going?” Her eyes hold contact with Harry before its too much for him and he shifts his glare to the floor looking at her red sneakers that match her shirt.
“Yeah, I was planning on it.” He answers her. Y/n is surprised parties were always too much for him, he loved being around people and entertaining but high school parties always ended with Y/n pulling Harry out early so he didn’t panic from all the chaos.
“Well if anything changes I think we should start on our book report tonight. My number hasn’t changed so text me if you’re free.” She smiles leaving her thoughts secret and turns back to head to the doors looking for Kyle.
Harry starts thinking of a way to tell Julie she can’t make the party tonight when two small hands cover over his eyes, he closes them as a reactions and laughs.
“Guess who!” A voice whispered in his ear and he laughs again.
“Hmm my beautiful girlfriend Julie?” He questions and turns around scooping her cheeks in his large hands. She’s had a good first day and Harry is happy about that but he knows he’s about to ruin it. Julie may be the principles kid but she’s big partier. It’s where she actually lets loose and doesn’t think of school or exams or college. He finds himself stressed out when she goes on and on about those subjects.
As they walk to the parking lot she notices something is off.
“What’s going on babe?” She questions biting her lip and watching his facial expression change as he sighs holding a hand on his door.
“I can’t come to the party tonight.” He finally says and watches her smile drop from across the hood of the car. Without a word she gets into the passenger seat and slams his car door. He knew she’d react this way and he tries to prepare for the long lecture there is to come as he drives her home.
“And that’s why I think you should come Harry. We can blow off steam before the stress of school starts.” She finishes as he parks curbside of her house. She lives on the more wealthy side of town and her large house mocks his cheap car.
“I can’t go Julie, I’m sorry.” The words leave his mouth before he can register than he’s choosing to hang out with Y/n rather than party with his girlfriend. She decides to leave it at that and stomp off into her house. He sighs and leans his head on the steering wheel before finally returning home. He looks at his room and begins cleaning it up and looking for an outfit before typing a text for Y/n.
Fam we all know they all would pee their pants if they saw a spider 😂
Tom: he’d literally scream and run if he saw one. And you’d be like “kill it you’re the man!” And he’d be like up on the counter shaking and sacred and he like “Come on Y/n gender stereotypes are so last year. K-Kill it.” And scream as the spider moved more and he’d run out of the kitchen. Leaving you to kill it.
Harrison: Haz would casually walk into the the bathroom with some break clean, hairspray, and a lighter and you’d look all shook and be like “what are you doing?” Cause hose three things should never mix and he’d be like “I saw a spider, I have to make sure it’s dead.” And then when you walked in you’d see a small spider on the wall and squish it with your thumb and walk around laughing loving your over the top boyfriend.
Harry: he’d audibly scream and run when he first saw it but try to stay manly and be the tough guy and protect his girlfriend from the evil spider bit as he’d go to squish it he’d be shaking and nervous and taking deep breaths and trying to hype himself up and then finally you’d come running behind him with a shoe and kill it for him and he’d look at you lovingly and he like “aww babe, I love you so much you just saved me and you did that for me.” And he’d cuddle you or be cheeky and be like “you did that for me that deserves a good eat out session.” ;) cuz that’s harry Holland lol
Sam: Sam would be like 😬 this emoji the whole that. And he’d kind of try and be tough too but he’d also wanna be the humane one and want to try and just catch it and release it but then it’s jump on him and he’d jump around and slap himself and shake and scream and you’d run over and squish it as it fell off of him and he’d be like “holy shit I hate spiders.”
Summary: A lost phone, Two strangers, and one missed connection
Playlist: here
Warnings: cussing
Harrison’s leg bounces up and down anxiously in a fast motion as he sits flush against the hard plastic chairs. He moves his gaze from his knotted hands to the others in the room. Some were holding the script and practicing lines, others chatting with one another, and then there’s him trying to calm himself down before his name is called. A buzz in his pocket distracts him as he grabs his phone but when the screen lights up as his thumb brushes the home button no notifications are seen. Again, he feels a buzz and he realizes it's the strangers phone. When he grabs it to silent it his eyes land on her lock screen, its silhouette photo of her standing by the ocean her figure has his heart skip a beat but he quickly shifts his gaze to see a reminder about some deadline and he hopes her computer is linked to her phone cause he really doesn’t know how he’ll get it back to her but he hopes its a face to face encounter.
“Harrison Osterfeild.” His name rings through the room of awaiting actors and he stands sliding the item into his back pocket. A sigh leaves his lips as he urges his nerves into excitement.
“Hi nice to meet you guys.” He greets them with a handshake and a nod. They seem to like his looks and the first impression as himself is good, they just need to see if he can act.
“Okay we’ll start with Act two scene two.” The casting director calls. He nods and licks his lips as he stands in front of them and begins his rehearsed lines. His American accent isn’t the most natural thing in his performance but the effort is there and they can see it.
“Thank you for coming in today Harrison we hope you look forward to our call.” The man speaks the good news as Harrison wraps up. His smile is true and honest as he nods and leaves them to continue their auditions. He could leap for joy that it turned out so well. He reaches into his pocket for his phone so he can call his agent but ends up grabbing the wrong phone with the large smile still plastered on his face he kisses the phone calling it his lucky charm and then pulls the correct item out to make the call.
“Y/n! Get in here.” Her bosses voice rings throughout the office, the mail boy passing by gives her a look that resembles the words ‘ooooh’ as if she were being called into the principal's office. A huff of hot air leaves her mouth blowing the hairs in front of her face away as she pushes herself away from her desk. Her feet and tailbone ache from the journey to work today.
“You called?” She questions trying to hide the sarcasm in her tone. Her eyes land on an annoyed older woman with her nails click against the keyboard.
“Yes I did. I need you to go print 100 copies of the newsletter, our new clients need to get one this month, could you pick up envelopes and stamps as well, we’re gonna mail them.” She demands not even glancing at the girl in front of her desk.
“Yeah for sure. And Arnold called he wants to set up a video conference.” The younger girl informs as she exits. Before she leaves to run the errands requested she grabs an original copy and her backup sneakers. It may not match her professional attire; a pencil skirt and collared blouse, but the walk around town in her heels will kill her feet more than they already are. She slings her bag on her shoulder and heads out of the building this time being sure to manage her time well enough she won’t have to run through crowds and end up harshly running into someone, even if the someone was very attractive her tailbone is suffering. The day has been off from the start but not without a phone it’s little to none chances of it turning around.
“Hi! Can I get 100 copies of this please.” She asks politely to the clerk, he nods and walks to the back of the store and begins his work. The girl takes a seat in the small waiting area as she looks around for something to entertain herself, but the lack of a certain device doesn't make passing the time easier. He eyes land on a tabloid with water damaged corners but a catchy headline. She picks it up gently by a corner not really sure if she wants to touch it. The worn magazine flops open to a page about up and coming actors, he eyes land on a familiar face in the corner of the page. “What!” An exclamation leaves her mouth as it drops open and her eyes widen. A gasps follows as she sees the rude stranger from this morning. Before thinking about her actions she rips the corner of the magazine out and stuffs it in her bag.
“Harrison!” A curly haired boy yells through the empty bar as he raises his drink up to signal the brit . It’s only 2pm on a monday people would have to be having a really bad day if they’re already drinking, but for Harrison’s case its celebratory.
“Hey!” He responds as he increases his steps to meet his mate and pull him into a hug. The two have both been on a path to become actors and Harrison hasn’t been that successful until now. His humble and determined attitude along with patience have paid off.
“Congrats man, I’m so proud of you!” His friend from childhood commends and pats his shoulder as they both take their seats at the bar. Harrison’s smile hasn’t dimmed all day and it seems to light up the dimmed room.
“Thank you Tom, that really means a lot to me.” The smiley boy responds as he sips a beer the bartender has handed him. Thye alcohol helps him to finally calm down, the nerves and excitement are all that have been coursing through his system today. “Now you can be my assistant.” He adds with a laugh referencing their past business relationship. The other laughs too as he nods.
“I would in a heartbeat mate.” He proudly responds and nods. The happiness for his friend is in his eyes and Harrison can’t help the giddiness rushing back. He’s not only made himself proud but everyone else whose been rooting for him this whole time, he’s gotten the part. A ding interrupts the twos conversation and he already knows it's not his phone. He slips out the item and silences it. Tom quizzically watches his friends actions.
“What’s that?” He asks a teasing smirk playing on his face. Harrison sets the item on the counter and laughs.
“Okay you’re not going to believe this.” He goes on to explain the morning phiasco while Tom laughs and nods along but then an idea spurs in his hopeless romantic mind.
“Harrison you have to track her down and return it, then ask her out to make it up to her!” He exclaims then covers his mouth at how loud he voiced his plan. A blush finds its way to the others cheeks at the thought, he was caught off guard at her beauty this morning he can’t imagine having to talk to her again.
“Come on, you gotta put yourself out there.” He encourages him as he downs the last of his beer. HArrison nods and grabs the phone again, the lock screen is now littered with reminders and one has an address;
Friday: fancy dinner thing at 7:00pm @ The studio museum Harlem
“Okay, I guess I’m going to a museum on Friday.” He concludes as they both look at the reminder. Tom nods smiling wide and fist bumps the air in victory for talking him into the idea. The two end their conversation and make plans for lunch after Friday to see how it goes. Harrison hails a taxi as he processes the thoughts in his head, can he really do this? It’s very much out of his small comfort zone.
“You will not believe who has my phone! Some wannabe actor!” Y/n excalims into her laptop with a skype call in progress. She huffs air from her mouth as pulls on her oversized shirt as she sits up more in her bed. The day has been long and the only one who’d listen to her venting is, Milly, her older sister that’s off in Stanford in California.
“How is that possible?” She questions her voice coming out more robotic from the speakers. The girl clicks on the mouse pad hoping to better the connection somehow but with no luck a awful ‘reconnecting’ logo pops up over the camera’s view. Another groan leaves Y/n’s lips and she’s had her limit of herself in a pity party so she ends the call and sends a message through the Skype chats feature. Nothing is more annoying than not having her cellphone, which she depends on greatly for her daily life. Before she calls it a night she sends an email to her boss;
‘Hey Lisa,
I will be about two hours late tomorrow morning, I have to stop by the phone store and pick a new one up since mine was quote on quote ‘stolen.’ I’ll have Courtney bring in your coffee and any messages. My apologies for the schedule changes.
Sincerely, Y/n’
It's a hard pill to swallow that she has to get a new phone but at least her life can be normal again. It sucks to admit but she does need a cellphone to function and if she ever does meet this Harrison Osterfeild guy she’ll just ask him to sign a check as reimbursement, like that'll ever happen though.
Harrison’s ears are numb from the loud music of the club, he’s a friendly guy and a party every once in awhile is fun but he’s not feeling the beat of the music or the company that surrounds him. He pays his tab and walks to the dark street. It’d rained earlier and the ground was coated as evidence of it. His big day no coming to an end left him with no regards to protect his white tennies. His feet slapped in the water as he made his way back to his small apartment he’s rented for the stint of time he’ll be here. England will always be his home base no matter where his life takes him. A deep breath leaves his mouth as he plugs his phone and the girls phone in, he thinks of this upcoming Friday and how it will god. Will she be angry to see him?
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Mlt surprise you with the best tickets to a Taylor Swift concert (because I am obsess with Taylor and would do anything for her!)
Omg Tay Tay is the shit! Ok so I could see Harrison doing this but any of them would love to surprise you with tickets
Harrison: he would have the tickets like weeks in advance and he almost could wait to give them to you. But he’d also buy you a new outfit for the concert too and have it all set up and you’d be like “?? What’s this haz?” And he’d smile wide and be like “oh did I forget something?” And pull an envelope from his back pocket and hand it to you and when you open it and see it’s two tickets and back stage passes for Taylor Swift you’d scream and jump up and down a hug him and cry and he’d be soooo happy that he made you that happy and you’d have the best night of your life with the love of your life!
