Can I please request a (your choice for the au) Harrison x Reader
Prompt No. 38 - Scavenger hunt
Thank you
Here you go hunny, I had a couple ideas for this one but I hope you like what I chose! Love you xx
Come and Get Me
38 - Scavenger hunt
Pairing: Harrison osterfield x Reader
Summary: You make Harrison put in a little work for his gift this year
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“I’ve got to use the restroom before we leave,” (y/n) stood and squeezed Harrison’s shoulder, “I’ll be right back alright?”
“Alright,” he bent backwards to steal a kiss, “Hurry back.”
“I will,” she assured before stealing a glance at a smirking Tom.
Tom was unable to wait even a minute to slam the small box onto the table, “And I have something for you Haz.”
“Now?” he furrowed his brow in confusion, “Everyone just left, plus you already got me something…”
“It’s from (y/n),” he corrected, “Just open it.”
“But she’s in the bathroom.”
Tom rolled his eyes, “Just open the damn thing and you’ll understand.”
“Okay…” Harrison took the top off the small box, inside was a candle inscribed with the word ‘Haz’ inside of a small heart, and a note, “Happy birthday Haz, I hope you enjoy the scavenger hunt I put together. I’m having a really hard time writing these clues so I might just be a little blunt. Your second present is in Tom’s car, but it’s hidden so you’ll still have to put in a little work to find it,” he sighed as a large smile overtook his lips, “I’m assuming (y/n) isn’t just in the bathroom?”
Tom nodded, “Yep, and we should get going if you want to catch up.”
Harrison chuckled and followed Tom out to his car, which he simply unlocked and left Harrison to dig through himself. Harrison looked around until he found an envelope and a skinny box under the passenger seat.
“Gotcha,” he declared, popping open the box immediately. He found two small gold necklaces with both of their first initials hanging from small charms. He chuckled and pulled one over his head as he read out loud again, “I hope you don’t think the matching necklaces are too cheesy, Tom said you’d like them so you can blame him if you don’t. I hate to do this, but I’m running a little behind schedule so you’re going to have to pick up your dessert without me. Don’t worry though, Tom’s got the hookup for you,” he smiled and looked back up at Tom, “So we’re going to get dessert?”
Tom nodded, “Do you know where?”
“Uh…” he pursed his lips, trying to think of where she might have picked, “I don’t know, she said you’re the hookup.”
“Oh come on mate, it’s a scavenger hunt, you’re supposed to figure it out yourself,” Tom chuckled.
“She does kind of suck at writing these clues,” he sighed, “I don’t know, Sam maybe?”
Tom nodded, “Yeah, I told her we could help her write them, but she was really insistent she wanted to do it herself.”
“She’s such a dork,” Harrison smiled, “Well come on, let’s go find Sam.”
Tom took Harrison back to his home, where Sam and Harry were waiting in the kitchen, a small box on the counter in front of them.
“Oh I believe this is for me,” Harrison smiled as he plucked it off the table, “Did you make it?”
Sam nodded, “I did, (y/n) decorated though.”
Harrison smiled as he opened the box, a few cupcakes sat inside, decorated with little frosting hearts and sprinkles, “Thank you. Was there a letter too?”
“Yes, I’m in charge of that part,” Harry beamed before passing it to him.
“Thanks mate,” Harrison tore it open, “Tell the boys thanks for helping you keep you out of the house for a while. You can come home now, there’s still a bit more for you to find there,” he chuckled, “Let me guess, surprise party?”
“Don’t know mate, you’ll have to wait and see,” Tom teased.
“It’s pretty obvious,” he smiled, “Well let’s get back on the road.”
Tom glanced at his watch before nodding, “Yeah, we can get going now.”
“It’s so a surprise party,” he smiled as he followed Tom out to the car.
Tom played along with Harrison’s surprise party idea the whole drive back to his house, which only served to shock Harrison when he arrived home and the only cars in the driveway were his and (y/n)’s.
“Where is everyone?” he asked.
“Just head inside,” Tom nodded towards the door.
“Aren’t you coming?”
“Bro it’s not a surprise party,” he rolled his eyes, “And I’m not telling you about it so just get your ass inside.”
“Alright…” Harrison gathered his gifts and headed for the door.
He opened the door and was met by a letter on the ground, followed by a trail of rose petals. He chuckled and plucked the note off the ground and read, “Don’t wander off the petal path or else.” He smiled and followed the petals into the kitchen, where he found a basket with a bottle of champagne and another note in it, “You can put your presents in here, don’t worry I’ve got the glasses.” He continued following her petals, which next led him into the living room, to another box and note, “Have you guessed where this is going yet?” He knit his brows before opening the box, where he found a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. He went wide eyed and hurried to the next stop at the bottom of their staircase. This time the note was taped to a bottle of massage oil, “Hurry it up pretty boy I miss you ;).” He hurried up the stairs and found one last note outside their bedroom door, “There’s one more gift but I wanted to give it to you myself, this note seems a little pointless now but anyways, I love you!”
Harrison peaked into the bedroom and found her sitting on the edge of the bed, in a skimpy set of lacey, white lingerie. Candles lit the room and she held a small box in her lap.
“Happy birthday,” she smiled to him, “I know that was kind of a lame scavenger hunt, but I hope you still liked it.”
“I loved it,” he assured, “I mean you’re the big prize aren’t you? I can’t imagine a better way to end the night.”
She blushed and patted the spot beside her, “Come here, you’ve got to open your last present.”
“Coming,” he set the basket on the bed and sat beside her, “Thank you for doing all this love.”
“I wanted something a little more special than just handing you the gifts you know?” she smiled and set the gift in his lap.
“You’re gorgeous by the way,” he kissed her forehead before opening the box, “Shit, darling you didn’t need to do this.”
“I wanted to, you kept eyeing it,” she smiled as he removed the Rolex from the box.
“I love it,” he kissed her head again, “But you seriously didn’t need to do all this for me.”
“Of course I did, I wanted to show you how much I love you,” she beamed, “You’re everything to me Haz, and I want you to know how crazy I am about you.”
“And I want you to know I feel the same way,” he dragged her into his lap with a smile, “Do I get to unwrap you also?”
She giggled and nodded, “You get whatever you want tonight, birthday boy,” she walked her fingers up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, “So, what’s your plan?”
“Cupcakes, champagne, then we open up that massage oil,” he smiled and nuzzled his nose against her cheek, “And we can see where things go from there.”
“That sounds perfect to me my love.”
He smiled and pulled her in for a kiss, “More than perfect, you’re the best gift I could ever dream of having.”
a/n: it’s haz’s birthday so i just wanted to write a little something for him. happy birthday harrison! 😘
Harrison’s birthday was today, and you had it all planned out. In the morning the two of you would cuddle and make breakfast together with a show on in the background, and later you were throwing him a party you invited all his friends.
“Morning sleepy head” you whispered into his ear, rubbing your hands up and down his arm.
“Mm, hi” he mumbled, eyes blinking open.
“Happy birthday, love” you said, giving him a kiss on his cheek.
“Thanks,” Harrison says sleepily, “I like seeing your pretty face when i wake up.”
You giggle at his adorableness, “me too.”
-several hours later-
“Haz! Come down, your party is starting soon” you shouted up the stairs.
“I’m coming!” he hollered back.
“And we can all hear you” tom yelled, chiming in on the conversation.
You give him the side eye, “really tom? Really?”
“Sorry” he says, putting up his hands in defense.
“Ok, I'm here” haz announces.
“Love you look great” you smile giving him a kiss.
“You too darling” he mumbles against your lips.
“Hello? Other people present” harry teases, walking into the room.
“Haha” Harrison says sarcastically.
Just then the doorbell rang, “i’ll get it” you spritn off towards the door. Opening it to reveal the first batch of guests.
Two or three hours later, after several drinks. You call cabs for the guests, and usher them out. Leaving just you, harrison, tom, harry, and tuwaine left.
“So” you drag out the o, everyone turning their exhausted faces towards you, “movie?” you ask.
“Yes please” harry grumbles.
“What shall we watch, birthday boy?” you ask, plopping down next to haz on the couch.
“Whatever you want to watch, darling” Haz says, smiling at you.
“C’mon mate, she’ll just pick some sappy rom-com” Tom tuwaine grumbles. Everyone nodded in agreement.
“So what if she does, I don't really care,” Haz shrugged.
You grin, “hmmm, what about the devil wears prada?” you ask, cueing up the movie.
About half way into the movie haz turns to you, “thanks so much for today baby” haz whispers in your ear.
“Your welcome” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. And kissing him, each others lips molding together. His lips traveling down onto your neck. You giggle at this.
“Ew, guys” harry fake gags, at your twos affection.
“What?” you ask innocently.
“There are people here” tom states, “get a room” rolling his eyes.
“Seriously guys, give me a break, its my birthday” harrison says clearly annoyed to pull the ‘it’s my birthday’ thing.
“Fine” tom huffs.
“Now,” harrison says, kissing your lips again. You smile shyly into the kiss. “This has been the best birthday every babe.” harrison says, breaking the kiss. You turn your head towards the tv, snuggling into his side causing a huge smile to grow on his face.
Warnings: character death, angst, get your tissues ready
Song inspiration: Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey
“Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side”
You sit on your bed, engagement ring swirling along your finger, a sad smile on your lips as you hear the very laughter you fell in love with.
“You div! That’s way too much sugar! What are you trying to do, give us diabetes?” “You can’t say anything Y/n. Haven’t you ever seen him make pancakes?” You hear Harry say from behind the camera and the others laugh.
The memory runs through your mind as if it was just yesterday. For once everyone was home and wanted to do something, so the boys decided to host a baking contest and live stream it. It eventually became a donation project for The Brothers Trust.
It was you and Haz vs. Sam and Tom. Tuwaine and Harry were the judges (which you still thought was unfair since Sam was a professional).
You didn't even notice when your cheeks had gotten wet.
Hitting the spacebar, the video freezes.
You couldn’t help but smile back at the face smiling at you. A big, cheeky smile makes his face, and his eyes have crinkles at the end. Blue eyes staring as if he’s actually there looking at you.
Those blue eyes.
His blue eyes.
You’ll never forget the first time you guys met. He already made you nervous and the fact that he was actually interested and intrigued with what you had to say, staring intensely with those blue eyes of his.
Before you could anymore you began to feel a heavy way as if someone warped their arms around you.
Like how Haz used to wrap his arms around you.
A small knock is heard on your room door before a mop of brown hair sticks its head in. “Love? Are you ready?”
Wiping your eyes, you look up at Tom before taking a deep breath and nodding. Standing up you feel almost a cool breeze as if someone was holding you had just suddenly let go.
“You’re ok?” Tom asked as you suddenly began to look around as if you had no idea where you were.
“Yeah, yeah. Um, we should get going.” You say pushing past him to get out the door. Tom looks over at your laptop seeing what you watched before following you out.
Tom glances over at you from the driver's side. “Do you wanna go get lunch after this? The guys at the pub have been asking for you.” He says looking back on the road.
“I just wanna go back home. Thanks tho, tell them I say hi.” You say looking out the window.
When you arrive, you both get out after Tom parks silence between the two of you. “Ready?” Tom asks handing you the flowers. “I don’t think I ever will be.” You say giving him a small smile before kneeling down to the ground coming face to face with the stone.
Tom walks away to give the two of you a moment alone.
“Hey haz, I know it’s been a while. I always say I’ll come to see you more often but, it’s not exactly the easiest thing you know?”
“I still talk to you every day.” A bitter laugh leaves your throat. “I can’t believe it’ll be almost two years ago when what should’ve been the best day of my life turned into the worst.”
You finally look up making contact with the stone.
Harrison John Osterfield. Loving son, brother, best friend, and fiancé. 4 July 1996 - 16 March 2021.
You still remember every detail as if it was yesterday. It seemed as if Haz has just called you saying that they were on their way just a bit of traffic but he couldn’t wait to be able to take you away with him that night as “Mr. Y/n L/n.”
“You’re such a dork.” You giggle as you watch the dress hanging across the room. The dress that will help represent one of the biggest changes in your life. “Yes, but your dork. Wish I could control time so I can speed it up for us to be together faster.” “So hurry and get here so we can begin.” You teased.
Exchanging I love yous, you go and finish getting ready.
Then you received the news. It was as if time had actually stopped. You couldn’t hear anything. Feel anything. You watch as his mom and sister sit on the couch in the room.
Snapping out of it you quickly grab your slippers and purse running out of there. ‘This can’t be happening, this is just one, awful cruel prank.’ You tell yourself hopping in the car not even caring if all of your dress made it in before you took off.
Honestly, you had no idea how you made it to the hospital in one piece so quickly. Gathering your dress you ran up to the receptionist. “I’m looking for a guy who was in an accident recently. His name is Harrison Osterfield, 5’10, blue eyes light brown hair.” You managed to get out.
“Are you family?” It took you everything in you not to reach over that desk and violently choke her.
“Do you not see this ring and my dress?!” You say trying to keep your voice low. At this point, the tears are violently falling from your eyes. “In a few hours, I was supposed to tell that man how much I love him and how much he means the world to me! So can you please tell me where he is?”
The nurse's face softens noticing that you are in fact a bride. A bride that looks like they've been to hell and back, but a bride. And the love of your life was laying in a hospital bed, not even sure if he would make it.
“Y/n.” You hear from behind you. Turning around you see Tom. Running up to him he quickly pulls you into a hug. “Tom, what happened?” “I don’t know. One second he’s behind me, next he wasn’t. The prick was coming from the opposite direction and ran the light.”
“I see you everywhere Haz. Every timenurse's I close my eyes, it becomes my own dark paradise. Just me and you.” You pull out his wedding band from your pocket placing it on the stone.
“We’ll be back together very soon.”
You walk back to Tom as the two of you begin heading to the car.
“Tom, do you believe what they say about when you die, you wear what you die in forever?”
“Possibly, why?”
“No reason. Just thinking about how Harrison will always be looking dapper.”
Later you close the bathroom mirror cabinet, watching your reflection.
Looking back at you as if it’s your wedding day all over again.
You’re almost surprised the dress still fit.
“I hope you’re waiting for me on the other side Haz.”
‘Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine
a/n: this is for @t-holland2080‘s summer writing challenge! I had so many different ideas for this propmt, but didn’t get to write them so i told myself i’d just write other fics with those ideas hehe...but this is it for now; so i hope you’ll like it!! alos had a lot of fun writing it.
prompt is in italics (i used prompt 32 of her list)
Summary: A dumb tik tok challenge makes you and your roommate kiss, and maybe confess to each other.
words: 1.5k
Warnings: none really
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“Say hello to the camera!” you say as you jump in front of Harrison, your roommate. He smiles and waves to the camera, sending you a wink. You smile back and walk back to the living room to let him cook in peace. You throw yourself on the sofa and exhale as you think about what to do next. He’ll need to be with you to be able to film the video, so how are you going to make him think that it’s just a normal tik tok? The video is now in your drafts, and you just have to finish it later...
You woke up today with the great idea of kissing your roommate. Well, it was actually the tik tok you watched over and over again that brought you this idea. It was a girl sitting in a car next to her crush, whilst music was playing in the background, and she tried to play it cool until she grabbed his face and kissed him. He kissed her back, but you don’t know if it’ll turn out that good with Haz, too.
You had a crush on him for a long time now, your heart always beating faster when he talked to you or just looked at you. You felt a warm spread through you every time you laid next to him on the sofa watching a movie, or just talking - which would often end up with you falling asleep on the sofa.
“Can you do your own laundry? I’m tired of waking up every day and finding your clothes on the floor.” You groan and crouch down on the floor to collect the dirty laundry. You only get a chuckle back as an answer. A sigh leaves your lips and you continue to get Harrison’s and your clothes.
“Tom and Harry are coming over later, so I’m going out now to buy some things,” he explains.
“Are you-” a sock is being thrown in your face- “also going to buy the yoghurt I told you, like, three days ago?” you huff and take the sock as he puts on his shoes and leaves.
Only 10 minutes later, you get a text from him saying he’s almost there, and that his friends are with him. Quick, you take your phone and think about how you’re going to make it seem like you’re just recording, but not really obvious. You decide to just press record every time you do something and then do the big thing once you’re alone.
The bell rings and you hear keys, signaling you that they’re here. Your eyes enlarge and you take a deep breath before opening the door. You’re greeted by the three boys and big smiles on their faces.
“Hey!I’ve been waiting to see you guys.” You shake their hands and smile.
“Yeah, me too!” Harry smiles as he hugs you.
“So, uh, what do y’all want to drink?” you ask whilst walking to the kitchen and trying to act as calm as possible.
“Nothing, really. We just wanted to talk and ask how it's going.” Tom says as he plants himself on the sofa and gets comfortable. You nod and sit next to Harry, as Harrison sits on the other side of you. Since the sofa is not that big, your knee is touching his and he lazily stretches his arm behind you and lets it rest at the back of the sofa. You feel his gaze on you as you straighten your back and try to act normal, in which you instantly fail you notice when he coughs and pulls his arm back. The boys seem to have noticed the tension, because Tom decides to break the awkward silence in the room.
“Uh, what did you guys do today?” he asks. You resist to slap your forehead at his question.
“We just cleaned around the room and that’s it, I guess,” you shrug and laugh in hope to sparkle a conversation.
“Should we watch a movie? I got-” you cut him off as you jump up and run to your room.
“We’ll watch Rapunzel!” you yell on your way. The last thing you hear are groans and a “we should’ve known”.
You come back with the DVD and give it to Harrison, so he can start the movie. Almost two years of watching the movie non stop, and you can still not let go of it. There’s just something about Rapunzel being alone and then living her life, happy and free at the end, that makes you smile.
When the movie finishes, Harrison gets up and walks to the bathroom. Your eyes follow him and you wait a little, before going up yourself and walking to him. Harry and Tom get up and walk to the kitchen to probably get a snack and something to drink.
Standing in front of the bathroom, you play with your hands and wait for Harrison to finish. When you hear the bathroom door open, you motion for him to come with you. He furrows and walks behind you.
You grab his hand and pull him closer to you as you sit on the floor of your room and put your phone in front of the water bottle. You click on the sound and make sure that Harrison and you both are in the camera angle.
“What are we going to do?” he asks and looks around your room. He’s been there often. And that’s when you feel a blush creeping up your face. You pulled him into your room without having an idea on how you’re going to do this.
“Uh...there’s this new challenge on tik tok where you-”
“No.”
“But you didn’t even-”
“I don’t know if you remember this, but the last time you wanted me to do a challenge with you you almost killed me with your bag in your car,” he states. You hide a laugh as you remember the actions of last week, when you asked him to go shopping with you. You lean forward and press play on your phone, so that the video you started earlier continues, and make sure that only you can hear the music through your ear bud.
“Oh, come on! You gotta admit that was funny!” you laugh. He looks at you as seriously as possible but fails as a smile grows on his face.
“I’m not,” he says and starts to get up,”going to do a stupid challenge with you.” You panic and look back at the camera before grabbing his arm and pulling him down.
“Y/N come on, you know that these challenges are stupid,” he whines and throws his head back.
“I don’t know but this is a different challenge,” you say before grabbing his face and giving his lips a peck as the chorus of the song sounds in your ear. You pull back and let your hand fall next to you, chewing your lower lip as you wait for any reaction from him. He sits star struck next to you.
You’re about to take your phone and stop recording, when he pulls you closer to him and presses his lips back to yours. You put your hands around his neck and pull him even closer, whilst he brushes his thumb against your cheek.
You pull away breathless and look at him grinning.
“I- uh, the challenge was kissing your crush,” you breathe out.
“Oh, I didn’t know!” he gasps and smiles.
“Haz?”
“Yeah?” he asks, his eyes trained on your phone, where the video keeps repeating.
“I like you.” His head snaps to you and a big grin spreads across from it. If the butterflies in your belly haven’t exploded yet, then they sure did now.
“You know about that party from three weeks ago?” he asks. You furrow your brows and nod.
“Tom, some other boys and I were playing truth or dare and-” your smile fades away at his statement. His eyes widen when he realizes what this sounds like and he immediately reaches out for your face.
“No, no! It’s not what you think, I promise. They dared me to kiss you. And with no feelings involved. But I should’ve known. Falling in love with you was never a part of the plan. It just happened, but it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he breathes.
You look at him through wide eyes. A warmth spreads through you again, and you can’t help but smile even more.
“And I was in love with you far before the party, trust me. I just thought that with that I’d have an excuse to kiss you, if you ever said you wouldn’t want me…” he whispers and looks away.
“You- I’d never not want you! Did you forget that I just said I liked you!” you grin and press your lips against his again.
“And guess what? Now that I finally got you, I can’t let you go.” You part your lips to say that.
You’ve been struck by his love. The one that kept you up every night, your mind running around it so loud that it was the only thing you could hear.
warnings: a little bit of angst if you look hard enough!
word count: ~1100
pairing: Prince!Harrison x Princess!Reader
a/n: here’s the first part of the rewritten series! I’ll post the next one next Sunday or Monday!
taglist: permanent and series taglists are open, just send an ask!
The corset was a little too tight for your liking, and your dress was the ugliest shade of maroon you had ever seen. Your hair was being pulled slightly too hard and the tiara was digging into your scalp. However, your dress accentuated all of your curves quite nicely, and the color complimented your hair. Your favorite tiara glinted in the lighting quite beautifully, too. So, you decided, today was not a win, but it wasn’t a loss either. Today was more of a draw. You were getting away from your controlling parents, but you were also essentially being sold off for marriage.
There was a small knock on your door. “Lady Y/n, it’s time to go, Your Highness,” one of the maids spoke. You grabbed your bag with some of your books and opened your bedroom door to see Lucy waiting for you with a smile. She offered to carry your bag, but you refused; it wasn’t that heavy. As Lucy walked with you down to the main doors, she spoke, “you do look rather radiant today.”
“Yes, well I do want to make a good first impression. He is going to be crowned King in a matter of weeks after all,” you replied, trying not to think about leaving the only place you’ve called home.
You used to run through the hallways playing with Lucy when you were younger. She would inevitably catch you, but it was still a lot of fun. You curled up with a good book in the library on the weekends as you got older, trying to avoid responsibilities. You wasted hours in the screening room, watching old films while doing your Princess homework. Most of the time you’d watch the films until Lucy reminded you of the work that needed to be done. The stables were where you learned to ride horses like a proper lady. Recently, countless nights had been spent sitting on your balcony, often staying up until the sun was rising. When you and Lucy got down to the main entrance, you noticed the sleek black limo was waiting, as were your parents.
Your mother walked over and pressed a gentle, but meaningless kiss to your cheek. “You look beautiful, dear,” she spoke softly. You offered her an empty smile and a loose hug before moving on to your father. The relationship with your mother was always tense - she always wanted you to be proper and elegant, but you just wanted to be yourself.
“You’re going to be a great queen, darling. I’m so proud of you,” your father spoke with a gentle voice. Your father, on the other hand, was more lenient with you. Your father was more supportive of you. He wanted you to be happy and be yourself. He enjoyed seeing you relaxing in the gardens in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, your hair in a tight up-do with one of your simpler tiaras on. He noticed that this was the time you were most at peace. More often than not, you’d have one of your romance books in hand, with your nose buried in it.
“I can call you if you need anything, right?” You whispered as you hugged him tightly. You had no clue how you were going to run a country on your own. Your father has been preparing you for the past few years. He’d let you sit in on meetings and help to make major decisions for the country. He was always there to oversee your work, though, just to be sure that you didn’t make a mistake. You knew that he had prepared you as well as he could, but you couldn’t help being nervous.
“Of course you can,” he whispered back.
You pulled away and climbed into the long limo, preparing to leave the place that you grew up in. Other than periodic visits, this really was the last goodbye. It hadn’t quite set in yet. Your older brother would take over rule from your father when he got older and married a Princess of his own. Hopefully, she would be happier with her husband than you were.
Your small suitcase was already sitting in the seat next to the brunet driver in the front seat and the cooler was stocked with water and expensive champagne. There was a small note sitting next to the cooler that read “Feel free to help yourself, dear. -H.O.” You appreciated the handwritten note, but you were still less than eager to meet the stranger that penned it. He was mysterious, to say the least. You’d never met him in person, only heard about him through the news. He had sent you a couple of letters in the past few weeks, but that was all you had heard from him. You’d hoped to learn more about his kingdom, but you had no such luck when you were researching.
You let yourself have a glass of champagne as you settled in for the long ride to your new home. About an hour into the ride, you got tired of looking at the scenery and dug in your bag. You took out your reading glasses and one of your favorite books. It was easy for you to get lost in the book, even though you had read it over a dozen times. Two books and eight hours later, the now suffocating limo finally stopped at Prince Harrison’s palace. As the limo door opened, light flooded into where you were sitting, causing goosebumps to appear on your arms.
You swallowed your anxiety and looked up at the Prince. His hair seemed to be a lighter shade, but the sun was shining on it, making it unclear. You could, however, tell that it was soft and fluffy. His crystal blue eyes stared into yours, making your stomach flip. His teeth were unnaturally white, but his smile was contagious. You knew he was supposed to be clean shaven, but he had a light shadow. Overall, he was well built, and he looked like he could be a friend.
The prince held his hand out to you and helped you out of the limo, giving you a small smile. “I like your tiara. The jewels fit you,” He said, his eyes fixated on the piece of jewelry. His voice was soft and flowing. You couldn’t help but notice his beautiful blue eyes again, they popped out at you. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t slightly attractive. His looks, however, didn’t make up for the feeling of overwhelming misplacement that was crowding your head.
“Thank you, it’s my favorite from my collection,” your voice was timid and empty. You returned the smile, hoping to hide the feeling that you wanted to be anywhere else but there.
Request: Could you write a Harrison Osterfield x reader, where they're in a relationship already but it's going not so great with Haz being always busy with his career, unintentionally neglecting her a bit. He's trying to make it up, but she mistakes it for him being with another woman or something angsty? It's just one big misunderstanding, ending in fluff (I'm a sucker for angst with fluff ending) - Love your writing, thank you so much!!
Somehow deep down you knew dating with an actor wouldn’t be so easy. After all they are almost always on the move, meeting new people, leaving their family and friends behind. They were luck if they received a call or text from time to time.
You knew this when Harrison came into your life, you knew it wouldn’t be so easy, yet you still helplessly fell in love with him. If you were honest, you were surprised when he came up to you and started flirting with you. You thought Harrison was way out of your league. And funny enough, he thought the same.
But the two of you hit it off right away. You two seemed to be the perfect couple. Some would say you lived in a pink fog, where everything was perfect and amazing.
Unfortunately, that pink fog seemed to be gone when Harrison started working on bigger projects. You knew what you got yourself into, so you were patient.
But your patient had an end too.
When Harrison left two months ago, he promised he would call or text as often as he can, at first he kept his promise. But after two weeks, he disappeared. You sent him texts saying it’s okay if he didn’t have time, just a simple “I’m still alive.” would have been enough for you. But that never came.
You felt neglected. You debated calling Tom, but ended up not doing it. You didn’t want to be the annoying clingy girlfriend who cannot live without her boyfriend. Of course your life went on.
You would go to work, then back home, sometimes your friends asked you out to go with them to parties or bars. And you always did. Every minute spent without thinking about what your boyfriend might be doing is worth it.
However, one drunken friend put the worst possible imagine into your head.
You told her about Harrison not responding to your calls or texts and a few drinks later, she painted you the worst scenario.
Harrison is cheating on you.
You would have never believed this to be true, but the things your friends said were so convincing, your mind began to make up stories.
Suddenly it made sense why he wasn’t responding, he must have met a gorgeous model or something.
And from then on, it was all downhill.
You imagined Harrison with this mystery woman while you just waited, but she never had a face.
One night Tom called you to tell you that they are doing a get-together and everyone will be there. You found it a bit weird that he invited you, knowing Harrison was away. But you decided to go, you needed to end you suffering and sleepless nights and you were going to ask Tom or Harry, hopefully one of them knew what was going on with your boyfriend. You still considered Harrison to be your boyfriend, and you will until your find him with the woman.
The night before the get-together, you had a nightmare where Harrison suddenly appeared with a top model attached to his hip, breaking your heart while everyone congratulated him and his new girl.
You felt so stupid for letting such thoughts ruin your time.
You arrived at Tom’s just in time, you even brought some beer for them. You decided not to drink. You were afraid that you might slip up or say something about Harrison.
You were in the middle of a lovely conversation with Sam and his girlfriend when you heard your name being called.
“Y/N! We have a surprise for you.” your stomach got tight, those were the exact same words in your dream.
“TADA!!” Everyone yelled and there he was, Harrison. Smiling at you with his arms wide open.
You should have been happy. But suddenly the last two almost three months of negligence got the best out of you. Everyone expected you to run into his arms, but when you stood up, glass falling from your hand, thankfully Sam caught it, you didn’t even go over to Harrison. Everyone was left speechless as you ran to escape.
You quickly arrived home, not even fully realizing what just happened. You hoped it all was just a nightmare. You were leaning against your front door, out of breath.
You heard someone knock.
“It’s me. Please let me in.” you heard Harrison plead.
You opened the door to a crack and looked at Harrison, he was just as breathless as you.
“I’m sorry. I know I have neglected you and I didn’t reply, but please let me in, I can explain.” You let out a long sigh and let Harrison walk in. You let him close the door, but didn’t let him in any further.
“Before you say anything. I have been thinking about you for the last two and a half months, when you left you promised you’ll keep in touch. I get it, you are busy, I didn’t expect you to spend every minute writing to me. I was prepared for a text or call per week even. But nothing? I felt ignored and unwanted. If you found someone, just tell me. I can take it, but waiting and waiting, and waiting, I cannot.”
“I know I fucked up. And I’m not here to say excuses. All I’m here to do is to apologize and explain that I wanted to text or call you, but my manager confiscated my phone after about three weeks. He said I was taking too many pictures and videos and he said he’s afraid that I will leak something, like Tom. So, no I didn’t cheat on you, nor did I find someone. I don’t want anyone but you. This is all just a misunderstanding, please Y/N.”
“Confiscated your phone?”
“Yes!” you didn’t know to believe him or not. It sounded like such a childish excuse, yet you heard about how his manager can get. Harrison could clearly see that you needed a minute to process what he just said. “I swear I’m not cheating or doing any shady business. I love you, Y/N.”
“Why did you call me from the hotel then? They have phones there.”
“I wasn’t in a hotel. I had a trailer.”
“Why did you ask for a staff member’s phone? I know I being nit-picky at this point, but it’s really hard to believe that you couldn’t find a phone, its 2020 everyone has a phone and everything is a phone.”
“All I can say is that I’m sorry. This is why I asked Tom to get the party together so I can surprise you. I ever expected for you to just run off like that!” when you finally let a small smile creep onto your face, he was right at it, he leaned in and grabbed your hands, kissing then then he put them around his neck. He leaned in to kiss you on the lips, at first he was only testing the waters but when you didn’t pull back or pushed him away, he went right in. Pulling you close as he walked you further into your home his mouth never leaving yours.
“I missed you.” He said as he stopped right in front of your couch.
“I missed you too.” you said. “So you are not going to run off with a model?”
“Never.”
He said before he pulled you closer once more and kissed you, trying to make up for the lost time.
Author’s Note: I’ve never written for Harrison before and honestly idek if this is how he is in real life but I can’t picture him in any other way for some reason and I think this personality is so attractive and like, I do believe he’s reached zen or something like that. Tell me what ya’ll think~
Word count: 3431
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff (tooth-rotting kind), some crack? idk
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If anything, Harrison Osterfield wasn’t one to believe in obscure love stories. His mind had already reached zen, his composure not fitted with any other sort of trauma, Harrison walked the earth as if his feet kissed the ground; that was all there was to it. No mind on earth could enjoy only happy thoughts—it was when the mind accepts every kind of thought there was, did it truly achieve zen.
Harrison sat thinking this when he was breaking up with his then-girlfriend.
“W-What? Are you bored with me?”
He didn’t have it in him to be rude, but there it was. His eyes reached hers, and his smile turned crooked just a little bit, his eyes narrowed, just a little bit; it was as if he felt terrible for going out with her in the first place, but this was not out of pity or any sort of false promise that Harrison made. In fact, he was one of the most honest people in the world, and that was perhaps why he was currently breaking up with this girl whose name does not really matter to this story.
“I only see things differently than you do, love,” Harrison said, smiling at her now, carefully treading on a path most drown at.
“Different?”
He nodded once before continuing, “See, it’s like this. I’m not going to say the old ‘it’s me not you’ line to you. I am pretty sure the guy or girl out there for you is not someone who can’t even enjoy pizza and burgers with you.”
Perhaps, it was the way he said it that made her laugh a bit.
“You really don’t like junk food?”
Harrison shook his head, knowing his mission was a success.
“I really don’t.”
The girl then leaned back and accepted the breakup rather well. However, the one that it affected most was Harrison himself.
That was the thing with Harrison ‘Haz’ Osterfield; he was far too understanding and perceptive for his own good. People, most often than not, fell under his predictions, not surprising him pleasantly, often leaning forward because he was influential and Tom Holland’s best friend. Unfortunately, most of the population knew him only because of Tom, and while he didn’t really mind being known as Tom’s best friend, it bothered him sometimes that this was all he was.
Compared to Tom, Harrison had other special skills. He understood people better than Tom did, his calculations and predictions on people’s personalities and behavior were top-notch, and there was almost nothing that could surprise him. It was in fact both a blessing and a curse, for Harrison knew that if nothing surprised him then all he could be was bored.
After breaking up with the fourth girl in six months, Harrison took a walk home. He had to take the tube, but that didn’t matter. Walking often made Harrison meet with certain characters that he otherwise didn’t have the luxury to find, and this was all that made the walk worth it. He’d observe mothers with their children when he was in the tube, he’d observe teenage boys and girls as they chatted with one another—comparing it to the things he would chat about when he was a teenager. The generational gap often startled him, but it also filled him with a weird sense of pride. All of this observing went unnoticed, but even then there was almost nothing out there that even came close to surprising him.
His phone rang all of a sudden and he knew right away who it was.
“What’s up, Tom?”
“Did you do it?”
Harrison chuckled. “Yeah... As selfish as it sounds, she really wasn’t passionate about anything, mate. Anything except junk food, I suppose.”
There was nothing Tom could say. Harrison’s bad luck with dating wasn’t anything new. He never really had any luck from the start—even in acting school. And as Tom knew from Harrison himself, it wasn’t better even in school. The one girl Harrison had a crush on in school turned him down, and the second that happened, he understood that there was something else about her that wouldn’t have satisfied him. It was merely the idea of how unattainable she was, and once that was cleared, there was nothing interesting about her.
He hated how his mind thought sometimes, but he had come to accept this as well. He was over-calculative, analytical, and very, very smart. It wasn’t always a great thing.
While he was talking to Tom on the phone, however, there was a light sound of music that his ears picked up. A soothing song, a song he had heard elsewhere in a different light but was now playing back to him in a rather different manner. He felt breathless, almost—not sure if the singing was from the radio or if it was live. Before he could think, Harrison found his feet moving toward the sound, like gravity was pulling him there—leading him to a place where something finally would surprise him.
And then he saw her.
He listened wide-eyed, stupid. Glowing by her voice in the dim light of the underground station. If chocolate was a sound, it would've been her voice singing. If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate. She wore a light blue sweatshirt rolled up to her elbows, holding a guitar connected to an amplifier, a beanie covering her (h/c) hair and track pants. However, there was nothing more gorgeous than the sight of her smile, singing words that sounded like rhythmic honey, to a crowd that barely paid any attention to her.
“Haz? You there?”
He didn’t think twice before cutting the call and watching her, admiring her, listening to her. He took a breath in and realized he was holding his breath till now, feeling a tad bit stupid.
He was just thinking of it; he was thinking of how unlucky he was that nothing, almost nothing, surprised him in his life. Tom had come in like a whirlwind but sometimes, his quirkiness came with distance, and he was not someone Haz could call his own. Date after date, girl after girl, felt more a stranger when he broke up with them—feeling more of a stranger himself. And how strange it was that all it took for him to feel surprised was a stranger singing in a subway station?
Right then, if she were oxygen, Harrison was dying to breathe.
When the song ended, only Harrison was near her. There was a smile stuck to his face, his eyes glued to her form, as she carefully detached the guitar from the amp and started setting things inside. Harrison walked over to her, feeling a tad bit nervous, before finding the right words to say. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he found that words had left him on his own.
“I... I’m sorry, I... It’s as if you sang a song I’d heard when I was a child but forgot I knew until I heard it again.”
She giggled a second later before saying, “That’s very kind of you, but it was Train’s ‘Soul Sister’. I’m sure you’ve heard that song.”
Harrison chuckled before she began to fumble, “O-Oh! You haven’t? I-I’m so sorry, I only meant—”
“No, no. Your singing was so good that the song felt like home. I didn’t have the right words there, sorry.”
Her eyes widened a bit before she made an awkward ‘o’ with her mouth. Giggling, she rubbed the back of her neck before grinning cheekily.
“Thank you.” She said, bashfully.
Harrison chuckled, “For a performer, you’re quite shy when it comes to compliments.”
“That’s because I barely get any. I don’t sing any originals, really. I just... do this as a pass-time. And I don’t even perform in one place, so... It can get a bit hard to follow.”
“You deserve the praise. Oh, and here,” Harrison handed her a 20-pound bill. “For your beautiful singing.”
“Oh my! I—I don’t take... I don’t—” She composed herself a second later before clearing her throat and continuing, “I won’t accept! I do this for fun, good sir!”
Harrison’s eyes widened. For someone so observant, he had barely noticed that there was no upturned cap or a bowl placed for money. He bashfully placed the money back into his pocket before muttering a soft apology. The girl turned around and placed everything in the bag before looking like she was ready to leave.
“My name’s [y/n], by the way. And thank you. Really. Compliments are really nice when they do come around. Especially from handsome men like you.”
Harrison smiled at her before feeling his heartbeat accelerate. He noticed her reach forward to shake his hand. He mimicked the gesture and shook hers.
“Harrison Osterfield. And don’t thank me for the compliments, that kind of defeats the purpose.”
And when she giggled, Harrison swore he felt butterflies.
“Um, do you have somewhere to be?” She asked, tilting her head a bit.
“Actually, no. I was just...” Harrison didn’t know what to say, “I was returning from meeting a friend. Why do you ask?”
“O-Oh! Nothing, really,” She was bashful again. “I was just—okay, here goes. I was going to perform a song near the park. I have a very special audience and I have a feeling they’ll really like it if you came.”
Harrison chuckled.
“Me? Without knowing who I am?”
Sure, it hurt a bit that she didn’t recognize him. But, at least she didn’t burst out and call him ‘Oh, you’re Tom Holland’s best friend!’ And now, he was more curious about the audience she was talking about.
She nodded vigorously before saying, “Don’t worry. They don’t need any other information other than your presence. Like I said, a very special audience.”
“In the park?” Harrison asked, smiling a bit.
“In the park.” She confirmed.
He tagged along because he had nothing to lose, but actually, Harrison liked the adrenaline that it gave him. A whole life he spent predicting, calculating, learning—here was a girl who so effortlessly surprised him with every step she took. It was like she was meant to surprise him with everything. Especially the way he found her.
“So, do you sing full-time?” Haz asked once they were inside the tube.
“No, no. I’m in college. I really shouldn’t be spending my weekends here, but most people find solace in drinks and socializing and I... I have my hobbies.”
Harrison smiled, “It’s a good one, really. I’m glad I got to hear you sing.”
“Oh, stop! You’re making me awkward.”
“More than you already are?”
She giggled after that. Harrison stopped and thought about it, though. Her flaw had somehow become part of her charm; and here she was, with effortless mastery, proving to him time and time again that it was okay to be calculative and the way he was because she came along and changed everything in one breath.
In fifteen minutes, Harrison had learned she had a cat named Aziraphale (he assumed she loved the show), she had not yet watched a single Marvel movie because she prefers binging them like she did with Star Wars. He had learned that she didn’t have many friends but a thousand friends on the internet that she trusted with her life. And he had also learned that he no longer believed that he did not believe in obscure love stories. Every word that came out of her mouth sounded like a melody made just for him, but Harrison said nothing.
She was not made for him, no. She was her own person. And what a beautiful person she was.
“I can’t wait for your show to come out.” She said as they got out of the tube.
Harrison’s eyes widened, and his heart almost stopped.
“W-What?”
“Harrison Osterfield? The actor? Honestly, I thought you’d be a snob or something considering there’s a huge poster of you outside my dorm room. I had to look you up after that. And then I saw the show you were working on and it sounded incredible, so I’m looking forward to it.”
He couldn’t believe it. Not once in that sentence did she mention Tom. She knew him for him, and there was nothing more or nothing less. A mere billboard and a bit of Google had sent him right to her.
“So you knew me?”
“Oh, of course not. I knew of you. I’d...” She looked away before saying, “I’d like to know you, though. You seem like a nice guy,”
Before he could say anything, she brushed it off.
“But, who am I kidding? Heh. This is all too surreal.”
It is, he thought before grinning to himself. His eyes shifted to her free hand beside his and thought once more, it is surreal.
When they reached the park, it was already twilight. Harrison’s heart was full. Harrison couldn’t remember the last time he felt this happy, especially with a stranger. It was a strange lie we feed ourselves most of the time—perhaps, because of the dying kindness in the world, set to enslave us in our own thoughts; we lie to ourselves saying the world is devoid of kindness and there can be no such thing has an instant connection. The idea of an instant connection seemed so surreal to Harrison that it didn’t even occur to him as a possibility in his life, as it doesn’t occur in ours. For those it does occur to, they are branded as hopeless romantics.
For the first time in his life, Harrison wondered, ‘When did cynicism become normal?’ He turned to face (y/n), who had an awkward smile on her face as she was talking about some movie she really liked, and he felt his chest constrict. It was equally uncomfortable and warm, a wistful ache that lets you know you’re feeling.
The two of them walked inside the park, somewhere in the middle, and noticed a group of older people sitting near the benches. The twilight made it a bit hard to see their faces, but they could somehow see him and (y/n). She made a whale noise upon seeing them, something that made him chuckle a bit, causing her to hit him playfully on his arm.
“Guys, this is Harrison, he’s here to watch me play! Can you believe it? My very own celeb audience!”
One of the older men grinned before saying, “What a sharp young lad.”
Harrison smiled at all of them, now that he was closer he could see that there were around 8 of them sitting together, near each other. (y/n) turned to look at Haz and then grinned widely, shooting his heart to the skies.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us, (y/n)?” One of the older women asked, with a soft smile.
“Oh, right. Harrison, this lovely group is from the Cheshire Community.”
Harrison’s eyes almost widened; he knew what the Cheshire Community was. Senior citizens with no homes to go to would end up at Cheshire’s, and while his impression was that people in old age homes were sad and lonely, here was a group that showed him they were smiling despite it all. There was no room for pity, they looked genuinely happy.
A second later, (y/n) stood in front of them and unpacked. She was setting up her entire system while the group chatted amongst themselves. Silence was an odd thing, he thought because it communicated more than words sometimes. He watched as she giggled at some snarky comments some of the members of the group made, and his heart warmed at the sight. Did she have a relative here? Did she know any of them personally? Does she play for them often? What does she like? What food does she like? What are her favorite things?
His eyes widened as he watched her; he couldn’t believe it. For years, Harrison went looking for passion, bridled in people, making them do irrational things, but alongside this hunt, he would tell himself that it was impossible to find anyone of the sort. And just when he was getting used to the idea of mediocrity, he met her.
When she started to sing, Harrison wondered if his smile was as big as hers. Maybe, it could be as big but definitely not as beautiful. The way she sang carried him away. It was a familiar song, the lyrics of which were sung by countless before her, but it was beautiful. Beautiful songs could sometimes take a person out of themselves and carry them away to a place of magic. But when (y/n) sang, it was not about the song, really. Harrison believed she could sing the phone book or even an instruction manual. He knew right then that whatever she sang, whatever the words or the tune, would be so beautiful, so achingly lovely, that no one could listen and be untouched.
When the singing stopped and it was time for them to return, he understood why she was doing this. It was a simple thing, and he couldn’t believe people never thought of simple things.
She sang for them. Because they indeed were lonely, but for a day, for a few minutes, they could forget all fo that because (y/n) was singing for them.
After packing things and saying her goodbyes to them for the night, she skipped to where Harrison sat and sat down beside him, grinning.
“Seems like I’ve wasted your entire night.”
Harrison only could scoff. “I wouldn’t ever call a night such as this ‘wasted’,” He turned to look at her with as soft eyes as he could manifest, “This is anything but wasted.”
She blinked a couple of times but her gaze was firmly fixed at his eyes.
“It’s very strange,” She said, almost a whisper, “How real you are.”
He scrunched up his face with confusion, “Real?”
“Wrong word,” She scolded herself before shaking her head, “Em... I’d say, normal.”
He felt a pang of hurt hit his chest but he waited. There was something about the way she said it that made it seem ethereal.
“Normal sounds... boring.”
She giggled at his reply, “It’s anything but! I don’t really know when it became a crime to be ‘normal’. People look down on normal as if it’s a bad thing, but really, normal is where we need to be. We’re all in search of something so we do these silly things to keep us occupied from ourselves. Take me for example, I can’t be by myself for even a second and there you are, making it seem like it’s the simplest thing in the world! For that kind of solitude to grow on me, as if it’s a normal thing, I think... I don’t think it’s possible at all.”
Harrison’s eyes widened.
“You’re perhaps the first person who’s made normal sound fancy.”
Taking a leap of faith, she leaned her head on his shoulder, “Normal is the fancy, pretty boy. Nothing beats it.”
You do, he thought resisting the urge to kiss her head. She smelt like vanilla and blueberries—and also rust and earth. Suddenly, she looked up and stared at him before turning away, clearing her throat.
“I’d like to see you again, (y/n),” Harrison let out, unable to hold it in any longer. “I’d like to see you again a lot.”
“I’d like to see you again too, Harrison.” She said, giggling, taking his hand in hers, and entwining their fingers.
“To think this is happening after a weird break up.” He mumbled and instantly heard a gasp from her side.
“Was it sad?”
“It was... without emotion.” Harrison made a face.
She tightened her grip on his fingers and scooched over closer to him. He noticed the sudden closeness and his face felt warmer by the second. Passion drove him nuts but here she was making passion seem like a desperate school kid.
If every word she said was a rocket, nothing had made him fly like the ones she said next.
“What will you do if I kiss you, Harrison Osterfield?” Her voice was a merry whisper, loud but careful, bouncing around the silence in the air as if it owned everything in the world.
He chuckled, leaning forward, their noses almost touching.
“Why,” His lips grazed over hers, “I’d kiss you back.”
If anything, Harrison Osterfield wasn’t one to believe in obscure love stories. And perhaps, it was because he didn’t believe in one did it happen so strongly to him. Not that he complained.
