Description: A relationship is made up of moments. Moments that span days and years, spaces of time. Y/N had been with Harrison Osterfield for 10 years, but after a horrific argument they break up. She finds herself reminiscing, about all the good times they had together and all of the bad times that they went though… she starts to see the pieces that fell - what she once thought was the perfect puzzle, every piece in its place, turned out to be a facade, one big jumbled up mess with nothing but patches in place of the missing pieces.
Harrison waited as the photographer changed over the set. As he waited, his fingers numbly scrolled through his Instagram feed. Photo after photo of Y/N and Tom kept flipping by and with each picture, the twinge of jealousy grew. Harrison didn’t understand why the feelings kept building, and he sure as hell did not understand where they came from in the first place. If it hadn’t been for Tom’s insistence, he never would have asked Y/N out in the first place. Tom had been cool with them being together from the very beginning. Tom had maintained his friendship with both of them, never once crossing any boundaries, never once giving a reason to doubt or mistrust. Harrison hated the way he was acting right now. He hated feeling the way that he felt but he couldn’t shake it. Ever since the Civil War premiere, he had been haunted by thoughts of Y/N and Tom together, together in ways that were far more than friendly. He’d tried to push the thoughts down, to push them away, but each time he saw the two of them together, their arms around one another, smiles plastered on their faces, the feelings came back with a ferocity. Harrison turned his phone off, tucking the device into his back pocket. He needed to clear his head, focus on the task at hand. Being friends with Tom had opened up so many doors for him, the opportunities piling on top of one another. He was beyond thankful, grateful that he had a friend as giving and generous as Tom was. Harrison stepped back into place, his body moving with the instructions given to him. He forced a smile onto his face, keeping still as the camera clicked over and over.
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Harrison tossed his bag onto his bed, his eyes scanning the spacious room. He’d moved in with Tom a little over a year ago. The move had benefited both of them. Harrison kept on eye on things when he wasn’t traveling with Tom and it allowed for him to move out of his parents house. A win win, right? He rolled his eyes, crawling onto the plush mattress and sinking down into its comfort. He pulled the duvet up around him, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. He needed to just get over his pettiness, move on, realize that he was the only one in the wrong in this situation and stop it before it ate him to nothing. As he started to drift off, he heard the front door open and voices fill the empty space. One male and one female, both extremely familiar to him. He scrunched up his face, wondering why she was even here. She had class in the morning and had told him that she wouldn’t be able to stay the night. He couldn’t make out any words, but her laughter cut through him, searing his flesh. Tom’s voice rumbled out a response and Harrison extracted himself from his safe confines. He padded down the hallway, his body coming into view of his two friends.
“Hey baby,” Y/N gushed, approaching him.
He allowed her to lean into him, her lips attaching to his. He couldn’t help himself as he wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her flush to him. He mumbled a hello, losing himself in her soft embrace.
She pulled away, licking her lips as she smiled, “You weren’t sleeping were you?”
He shook his head, “I thought you couldn’t make it over tonight.”
“Originally I couldn’t, but my professor canceled my first class...so when Tom called to see if he needed to pick me up, I thought it would be nice to surprise you.”
He felt a grin appear on his face, “It’s a nice surprise. You could have called first.”
Her head tilted, “Okay.” She hesitated for a moment, her mouth opening and closing as if she wasn’t certain of her next move. “Are you okay Harrison, you seem a bit off tonight.”
He took a deep breath, scanning the faces of the two people standing before him, “I’m just tired is all.”
She studied him for a moment longer, knowing that he was lying to her. She took his hand in hers, holding it to her heart, “‘Let’s get you back to bed. Night Tom.”
Harrison allowed her to drag him back to his bedroom but he turned his head to glance at his friend. He couldn’t see Tom’s face, but his stance, the hold of his shoulders, shaking slightly with laughter, it all rubbed him the wrong way. Tom ran a hand through his curls, his profile coming into view, and the slight smirk that graced his lips, ignited the fire of jealousy that Harrison had been trying so hard to suppress.
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He rolled over, his eyes blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the brightness of the room. As her side of the bed came into focus, a grumble of disappointment escaped his lips. A small white sheet of paper was perched on her pillow. He grasped it, her looping handwriting sprawled across the page.
Haz,
I’ll be back after my last class, shouldn’t be too late. When I get back let’s go and grab a bite to eat and catch a movie, spend some much needed time together.
XOXO Y/N
PS - You are so blasted adorable when you’re snoring. ;)
“I don’t snore,” He gwaffed, climbing out from beneath his warm covers. Noise from the kitchen echoed down to his bedroom and he shuffled down the hallway towards the sound. Tom stood, his back towards the rest of the house, standing on his toes rummaging through the cupboard above his head. His laptop was open on the counter, a picture of himself and Y/N stared back at Harrison. One of the many photos taken during the premiere. One of the many photos of them looking like a happy couple. The memories of that evening flooded Harrison’s mind, drowning all rational thought.
“Is there something going on between you and Y/N,” He blurted out.
Tom stopped moving, his head turning back to acknowledge his friend, “What did you just say mate?”
“You heard me,” Harrison couldn’t seem to stop the rage that was brewing.
“What are you on about? You know that there is nothing going on,” Tom turned around, fully facing his friend.
“But neither of you have discredited the photos,” Harrison leaned over the laptop, the screen illuminating his face.
Tom didn’t need to see the evidence to know exactly what Harrison was talking about. Tom hadn’t been pleased with all the press he and Y/N had been receiving lately but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He could deny the allegations, but he’d been told that a denial would only draw more unwarranted attention. He’d decided to take the route of ignorance, turning a blind eye and hoping that it would all die down just as quickly as it had been ignited. He also knew that something had been bothering Harrison lately, the source now coming to light. “Haz man, that’s all just the media talking. You know that it’s all just hype, that none of it is real. You were there.”
Harrison scanned Tom’s face. He knew that what his friend was saying was the truth, but he couldn’t explain why he still had a gnawing in his gut. He had convinced himself of one thing and it appeared that no matter what the facts were, he wasn’t going to believe them. “She isn’t yours mate and she never will be.”
Tom blinked in confusion, wondering where the hell all of this was coming from. He would never try and make a move on Y/N and Harrison knew that. “Harrison….”
“You have the success. You have the fame. You have the money. Fuck it man, you can have any woman that you want. You have everything that you want. Why do you have to have this too?” Harrison’s face flamed, the anger coursing through his veins. Any attempt to tamper the ire back down was met with harsh resistance.
“Dude,” Tom was at a loss. He had no idea that all of this had been swirling in Harrison’s mind. He had thought that everything was fine, that they were fine. He had made Harrison a part of his career, a part of his life. He wanted to share his success with the people he cared about and he was more than happy to keep Haz along for the ride. “You know that whatever I have, whatever success comes my way...that I’m happy to share it with you. What’s mine is yours man.” Tom bit his tongue, cringing as the words came out of his mouth.
Harrison clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, “So that means that I have to share with you?”
“Whoa, whoa, that is not what I…”
“She chose me, the least you can do is let me have this one thing. I have nothing else that isn’t already yours.”
“I didn’t mean it that way, I swear. Look Harrison, I’m not sure where all of this is coming from, but it isn’t what you’re thinking.” Tom moved towards him but the taller man backed up.
“I’m gonna hit the gym. I’m not sure that I can stay here anymore,” Harrison turned his back, his shoulders slumping slightly.
Tom watched his friend disappear into the other room, confused as hell and scared that his best friend was making an irrationally stupid decision. He fought with the idea of telling Y/N what had just gone on but worried that it would only fuel the rage that was already out of control. He needed to allow Harrison to work this out on his own, so Tom decided to do the only thing that he could. He sighed in dejection. He picked up his laptop and walked towards his backdoor. Turning around and taking a quick glance back down the hall, his heart heavy as he cemented the fact that he needed to just back off, give Harrison the space that he was screaming for.
