Pairing: roommate!Harrison Osterfield x reader
Warnings: mutual pinning, fluff, language, anxiety, self-depreciation
Summary: You overhear a conversation that wasn’t meant for you
A/n: This took way too bloody long, I’m having a serious writers block anyone got any tips?
You shuffled in your stance and it terrified you. What if he would talk about how much he hated you or how he wants another roommate but doesn’t have the heart to tell you? You were hoping that it would be something good. Or mundane at least, just not hurting.
You saw Harrison running his hand through his blonde hair. You couldn’t see his face, but just knew he looked amazing as always.
You heard him sigh, “I don’t get it, I’ve been flirting with her for months.” Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, your breathing became heavy in shock. Was he talking about you?
Tom looked at his friend and smiled at him. “Haz, y/n’s is very oblivious, if you’d kiss her right on the lips she’d still doubt if you like her,” you heard him explain. Most people would be upset that they were called oblivious, but you knew it was true so decided not to make a scene about it and just stay to listen.
“So I should just come clean?” Harrison said, he sounded like he was trying to hype himself up for it and you giggled softly at that tone. “No you should keep quiet and talk to everyone about how pretty y/n is and stare at her like a creep” Tom answered sarcastic. “Yes you’re right, but she’s just so beautiful and smart” he smiles.
“Not now though, it’s already pretty late and I don’t want to wake her up,” he said, “I think it’s time you go home too, don’t want you to be any more drunk than you are.” You took those words as your cue to leave. You hurried over to your bedroom and fell down on it, internally squealing like a high-school girl.
You just couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he liked you. Harrison Osterfield, your roommate and friend likes you. You were floating on cloud nine. In a happy daze.
After a while of being in an euphoria like that you tried to figure out all the times he flirted with you. You remembered all the times he gently stroked your hair out of your face or when he’d be a little different to you than to the guys. The comments he made about the two of you kissing what you thought were just jokes, they all crashed down onto you. You wondered how you could’ve been so blind to all the signs. You just played it off as being friends.
You eyes began to grow heavy, you decided it was best to get some rest. You snuggled in your duvet and sleep consumed you.
The next morning you woke up groggily, it was near 3 when you fell asleep so you weren’t too awake. You stepped out of bed and walked into the kitchen. You didn’t really think about the fact that you were wearing an oversized shirt with only some underwear to cover you up.
“Morning sunshine” Harisson says from near the stove, “I made you some breakfast.” And in that second all your feelings returned, he liked you and will mayne confess. Or should you just make the first move, it was a pretty safe bet? You softly bit your lip and smiled at him.
“Thank you Haz,” you said a blush forming on your cheeks. “I uhm- Are those pancakes heart-shaped?” you said looking at the goods, the blush multiplying and taking it over your entire face. “Yeah, I thought you’d like them,” he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “Ye- Thank you they look really nice” you smiled.
There was clearly tension between the two of you. “You look beautiful like this” Harrison says suddenly. “I’m not,” you chuckle, “but thank you.” You saw Harrison flash you a smile.
“You are gorgeous y/n, don’t say you aren’t” Harrison said sadly, “You shouldn’t pull yourself down like that you’re amazing.” The whole exchange made butterflies flutter in your stomach. “I- Thank you,” it seemed like it was the only thing that you could say at that moment.
You decided to take the leap and tell Harrison, “I heard you yesterday,” you mumbled softly, his shocked expression was a reason to continue your story, “I- I like you.” The words left your mouth as a whisper, it was almost impossible to hear, only Harrison heard it clearly. “You do?” He whipped his head up and looked at you, “because I like you too, a lot,” he said.
“C- Can I kiss you?” you bit your lip again.
“Of course you can,” he chuckled before he leaned in to capture your lips.
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