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.
Right now I’ve been heckin busy to update, I was wondering if you lovelies would like me to do up a prompt list and write mini oneshots for you? I know you guys are patiently waiting for me to update and I love you guys so much for doing that and still supporting me!! Let me know if you want me to do this! 💖💖💖💖
AU: Highschool!Tom Holland Highschool!Harrison Osterfeild & OC!Valarie Black
Playlist: coming soon
Warnings: Cussing, mild mentions of sex
Summary: Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfeild are Lakewood High’s biggest rivals. They go head to head in anything and everything. They fight for football captain, chairman of the student union, the highest marks, you name it, they make it a competition. But one thing they’ve been tied in since junior year; how many girls’ V-cards they’ve happily cashed in. So what happens when Valarie Black starts senior year at Lakewood and just so happens to be the last virgin standing.
Teaser
“Now this school doesn’t require a uniform because there isn’t enough funds to pay for both school uniforms and soccer uniforms but maybe tomorrow you’ll consider something more...appropriate.” The headmistress scolds disapprovingly. Harrison overhears from around the corner as he has his back pressed against the bright yellow lockers that line the halls. He smiles wide, teeth clenched to hold back a laugh at the comment. He can only imagine what the new girl is wearing to have the headmistress bring it up, but then again she did act like she had a stick up her ass at all times and she desperately needs to get laid maybe then she’d lighten up, but until then she’d stick to harassing the students. Everyone already knew about this new girls arrival today the school hasn’t had a new student in ages and definitely never an American.
“Thanks for the tip.” He hears the girl reply and can hear the annoyance in her voice. He’s tempted to peak around the corner and see her but holds himself back, she’s not worth getting caught skipping over.
“Now your first lesson is this way.” The older woman directs and he hears the clacking of her heels heading his way. Quickly looking for an exit he takes large but soft strides on the tips of his toes across the hallway and slides between another locker and an open classroom door.
As Harrison checks if he’s discovered his eyes meet dark green ones, the kind of green like an emerald gem, they sparkled. And the headmistresses back facing him. He blinks in surprise and her eyes widen. He smirks and puts one finger to his lips to keep her quite. The headmaster moves to turn which will ultimately blow his cover and he scrunches his nose and goes to close his eyes in anticipation of the scene about to unravel. It wouldn’t be his first time getting caught for something he shouldn’t be doing but the shrill voice of the headmistress never arrives.
“Wa-wait!” The girl exclaims instead startling the headmistress and making Harrison snap his eyes open. “I-you you didn’t tell me where the restroom is! I really need to ya know...go?” Her sentence ends more like a question as she taps her head with her ring clad hand like she’d forgotten to ask before. Harrison finds himself again holding in a laugh because of this new girl. Not only did her nervous voice make him laugh but also the sentence that just left her plump lips. Harrison took a moment to look her over. Realizing why the headmaster made a comment about her attire. She was sporting a cropped sweatshirt and some leggings along with what looked like to him newly bought trainers. They’re so white it almost hurt Harrison’s eyes but what really caught his eye was the diamond stud that sparkled from her belly button. The many contrasts she had compared to the other girls that resided here intrigued him.
“That wasn’t very appropriate Ms. Black. But it’s this way, come along.” The headmistress said and lead them away in the opposite direction from Harrison. Right before they rounded the next corner Valerie turned her head back quickly to see if she’d succeeded in her attempted rescue.
Harrison found himself looking into those green eyes again. He mouthed a ‘thank you’ whole holding his hands together as if in prayer and sent a quick wink her way as he finished his escape through the defective emergency exit. Valerie put the pieces together after watching his actions and made a mental note about the broken emergency exit in hall B and continued following the uptight lady in front of her. But her mind still on the attractive escapee.
After Valerie had finally rid herself of the headmistress’ company she has finally found herself outside the door of the appropriate class she takes a deep breath, the part of school everyone dreads. The first day introductions and especially the introduction she has to give, being the new girl and all that glory.
The thought of finally getting to place the text book heavy bag off her shoulder and get to sit down willed her to turn the handle and push the wooden door open and walk in. But not before replaying in her mind how the headmistress responded to her outfit. Quickly, Valerie grabs her lucky yellow and black checkered flannel and slips it over her crop top still leaving it unbuttoned. The headmistress’ comment annoyed her, back in her old stomping grounds at Santa Monica High, Valerie regularly won best dressed of the week in the school’s newspaper and ranking top in her fashion and design elective course. But she didn’t want too much confrontation on the first day but she’s not one for conformity and if the headmistress kept making comments like today she began to think of snarky comebacks she could use on her.
Finally pulling she pushed the door in and, as she expected over a dozen eyes turned and look at her. Feeling an odd sense of confidence she tilts her head up with confidence and returns their stares with a smile and forces her eyes to not fall to the floor.
“Ah! Ms. Valerie Black I assume? Thank you for finally joining us today.” The young but balding teacher welcomed her and moved from his spot leaning on the front of his desk to the front of his class room ushering her to stand next to him.
“Present now, but what can I say fashionably late is my forte.” Valerie shot back to his snide comment of her timing. He let out a huff mixed with a laugh and Valerie had a feeling she and him would get along over this school years time span.
“Wittiness seems to be too, that’ll be helpful in this class. Well class welcome Valarie.” He instructed all that was heard was a chorus of off timed “hi Valarie.” She held a tight smile and looked over the room. Her eyes landed on a curly headed brown eyed boy. He was leaning forward in his chair chin rested on his palm and finger running over his lips absentmindedly. Obviously that was more important than greeting her. He was looking back at her probably taking in her ‘inappropriate’ outfit. She would roll her eyes at him but if she kept doing that her false lashes would surely come loose and she had enough trouble putting them on this morning.
“I’m Mr. Clark your creative writing teacher for the year. And I’ll save you from the awkward ‘tell us about yourself,’we can do that tomorrow just settle in first.” The man next to her introduces himself and sticks out a sweaty palm to shake her hand. Valerie mumbles a thank you and he nods in reply. After doing so he continues “you’ll be sitting next to Eleanor, Eleanor please raise your hand.” He instructs and a girl with blonde pixie cut and freckles that are sprinkled across the bridge of her nose sticks a pale thin arm in the air. Valerie walks toward the girl and drops her bag with a thud before taking a seat, a seat that just so happens to be directly in front of curly haired brunette.
“Hey” Eleanor offers a half smile to her and Valerie returns it.
“So catch me up, what’d I miss?” She asks and looks down at what’s placed in front of Eleanor on the desk they now share.
“Our first assignment, we have to write a children’s short story.” The girl explains and slides the paper in between them so they can both read over it. “It’s our brain storming time. Do you need some paper? A pencil?” She offer and goes to grab the items
“No, no thank you. I have stuff.” Valerie refuses and grabs a notebook from the bag that’s covered in magazine cut outs and pictures of her and her friends. Eleanor eyes it in awe and looks down at her plain composition book and quickly opens it to a blank page.
“Pardon me darlin’” Valerie hears behind her accompanied by a tap on her left shoulder and it halts her pens movements on the page as she turns, too quickly at that and her long ponytail flips around and whips her in the face. A wave of embarrassment sets in heating her cheeks up thankfully her darker skin tone doesn’t let it stick out like a sore thumb. The boy smiles and Valarie can’t help but smile back at him something about that smile got to her. “I just wanted to introduce myself, I’m Tom.” He finishes still smiling at her.
“Nice to meet you Tom, and you already know my name, or did you forget?” She feels a corner of her mouth pulling up into a half smile at her comment.
“Witty indeed you are Valerie.” He replies and smirks squinting his eyes a bit and again leaning on his hand as he had been when she first laid eyes on him. His facial expression isn’t anything less than sexy and how his muscles are flexed from his sitting position and the light material of his shirt doesn’t hide them but Tom very well knew that. Valarie feels almost flustered but remains her composure. “Okay pretty boy stop distracting me.”
As the words leave her mouth and register in Toms mind he sits up and opens his mouth in shock before it stretches to a smile, he grabs his chest like he’s hurt and Valerie chuckles quietly in reaction to his actions.
“Pretty boy?” The way those two words roll of his tongue mixed with his English accent emits another giggle from Valerie's lips. “You know I just met you and you’ve hurt my feelings, you’ll have to make that up to me darlin.” He says, this time Tom isn’t intentionally being a cocky asshole Valerie actually made him laugh within the first few minutes of meeting her and he’s honestly interested in her. Maybe more so since she could be the answer in beating his rival Harrison but if not maybe she could be the answer to something else missing in his life. Tom would never admit to anyone he’s secretly a hopeless romantic but based upon his actions with girls nobody would believe him anyways. Maybe because of how he treats girls he even has trouble admitting that himself but how his romantic thoughts can wonder.
“We’ll see about that darlin.” Valerie replies and ends the conversation by turning back to her work. Again a sigh of laughter leaves Tom’s lips as he rolls his eyes and smirks at the back of her tight high ponytail, her black hair shines in the classroom lighting and if Tom were closer he could probably smell her mango conditioner.
“Would you like to have lunch with my friends and I?” Eleanor asks out of the blue once she’s finished writing her rough draft. Valerie smiles wide thankful for the offer.
“Yes please. Thank you, you’re saving me from the awkward new girl lunch scene.” She answers her new friend. Eleanor nods and laughs with her.
“I’m glad you accepted, you’ll love my friends!” She adds proudly. Valarie appreciated her offer and the fact a wide smile was on her face while doing so and she believed it was genuine. And even though Eleanor’s offer was partly genuine there are arterial motives behind her kindness. During the break between lessons she met up with her other friends and filled them in.
“Do you think she’ll go along with it?” The blonde asked her two friends looking between them. The period right before lunch they all shared making it a convenient time to discuss.
“I don’t think it should be brought up right away.” One girl spoke as she moved the thick black frames up on the bridge of her nose. Eleanor nodded and made sure to keep that in mind. She had the tendency to not think before she spoke.
“We should invite her to the party tomorrow night.” The last girl of the group spoke. She’d taken time to think of a few different ideas to help in her head. “This won’t work if just invite her for lunch and then bring it up, we need to actually have her think we’re her friends and then it’ll seem like she’s doing us a favor in a sense. And it’ll give us time to get to know her before.” She finishes as she twists the small ring on her middle finger, a nervous tick she acquired once she was gifted it.
“Lily. I love your brain.” Eleanor laughs as they all agree to go with her plan of action.
“Let’s just hope it works.” She responds and tries to invision all the ways it could come crashing down. As the bell rings and they pack up their textbooks and walk in a row, Eleanor in the middle, towards the mess hall. Fiona adjusts her glasses again feeling giddy to meet the American. As Eleanor eyes land on her she takes a breath in preparation to call her name but before she does a tall boys steps in front of Valarie, a boy Eleanor is all too familiar with. A boy who is charming and gentlemanly. A boy that when you run your fingers through his soft hair as he laid on your chest would pull you closer to him. A boy who seemed too good to be true and in fact was just that. While each girl looks at the new girl, Valerie is face to face with a familiar one.
Eleanor halts her steps and grabs her two friends by their forearms halting their actions aswell.
“Wait.” She says and looks on at the scene unfolding. She felt odd in a way watching them interact. An emotion that is mixed with too many others to define a name for it.
“That’s her?” Fiona asks for confirmation and can’t help but look at awe. It’s not like Valerie is a celebrity in their eyes, she’s just so unlike the fellow students here, so unlike herself she can’t help but be intrigued.
“Fancy seeing you here.” She laughs and goes to pass him. As much as she’d enjoy talking to an attractive boy and as thankful as she is that her new school even harbors hot guys from what she’s seen. Her thoughts are now on food and giving her mind a break. The curriculum here is very different and goes at a faster pace than what she’s use too. The boy takes a step back to stay in front of her holding a hand up to keep her focused on him. He smiles at her before he answers, maybe in reply to her greeting or maybe the way she smiled when she said it or how her American accent is something he could get use too.
“Well that’s no way to treat someone who was going to invite you have lunch with them.” He replies and gives a sideways smile as he slowly chews his gum. The angle makes his jawline very prominent and Valerie's eyes can’t help but focus on it, but at the same time the comedic boy is focused on her bright smile how it spread to her cheeks and it light up her eyes. He appreciates the fact she doesn’t seem to take anything too seriously and even more so didn’t seem to jump at the offer, it humbled him it wasn’t a reaction he was use too.
“Sorry I’m going to have to crush your dreams there buddy, I have lunch plans.” She shoots back and he clutches his chest.
“That hurt. That hurt me right here.” He gestures with his pointer finger facing his heart a fake pout laid on his lips and he pulled his eyebrows down to look more innocent and sad. But something told Valarie that his expression looked too rehearsed and that he’s everything but innocent.
“Well then Valerie, can you make it up to me?” He composes himself and tilts his head to the side still giving his best puppy dog eyed expression. She purses her lips together and kints her eyebrows and taps a finger to a chin before she laughs at herself.
“Well I guess I’ll have too, since I obviously hurt you so bad.” A smile is still plastered across her face. He just has that effect on her. The boy hold back winking at her remembering that’s for later.
“You could accompany me to the Rest in Peace Summer party tomorrow night.” Valarie holds her smile and but looks quizzically at him.
“Ah! Let me explain, its a yearly party held and the whole school pretty much comes. We always have a good time. Now it might not look like it but we know how to party.” He leans in like he’s letting her in on a big secret and she nods like he just has. Valerie has a feeling agreeing to a date so soon seems like trouble but maybe doing stuff she wouldn’t normally is part of this massive change. Maybe reinventing Valerie Black is what needs to happen.
“It’s a date.” She answers and this time when she goes to walk around him he lets her but not before sending a wink. He mentally high-fived himself for his skills and started to think of ways to rub this in his rivals face, especially once he wins and by that last encounter he can taste the victory.
A/N: Please leave feedback I hope this did not disapoint from the teaser! Also which boy do you think Valerie was talking to in the end?
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.
Pairing: Fuckboy!Tom Fuckboy!Harrison x OC!Valerie
Summary: Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfeild are Lakeview High’s biggest rivals. They go head to head in anything and everything. They fight for football captain, chairman of the student union, the highest marks, you name it, they make it a competition. But one thing they’ve been tied in since junior year; how many girls’ V-cards they’ve happily cashed in. So what happens when Valerie Black starts senior year at Lakeview and just so happens to be, the last virgin standing.
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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Tom, writing poetry in a notebook angrily: Friendship is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.
