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.
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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