A Love to End All Wars
Part 1
Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Warnings: fluff? none that I know of (if you see something please let me know)
Word count: 1.7k
Important A/n: One- this was edited but very quickly so I would get it out on time, hopefully I’ll be able to come back and go over it again soon. Two- I don’t know when the next update of this series will be, my g-grandma isn’t doing well at all and it’s been really hard with that and just all of the other crap going on for my family and so I feel like I need to be there for them and for thier happiness and mental health, thank you for understanding.
You hadn’t been entirely sure you actually were going to be accepted due to the fact that you had an acute case of stage fright, which you felt had really shown, especially during your audition performance.
At the tender age of 16 you had started your first year at the world famous arts school.
That was 2 years ago. Over the years your fellow students have become acquaintances and friends. A few even became what you could consider to be rivals or enemies. Even fewer, more precisely a single soul, had become more than a friend.
Now, here you are sitting in your year thirteen theatre class, being lectured by one of your many favorite teachers at the school.
“Students, as you have known for nearly a week now, your final assessment for theatre, being in year 13, will be to choreograph and perform a 5 minute “Physical Theatre” performance with your assigned partner,” the teacher said, continuing to gain more and more of the students attention as she went on, talking about the very well known ‘physical theatre assignment of year 13’ (that have been known for often being passionate and even sometimes, in some cases, a bit intimate in nature, over the years).
“As I said last week, today is the day that your assigned partners will be revealed, and I want to remind you all once again, partners have been assigned very carefully in regards to the task you are to complete. Without further ado, your partners are Angela and Ricky, Tian and Jackson...” She goes on.
You start to tune her out knowing, or more so hoping, that it will catch your attention once she calls your name along with the name of your assigned partner.
Luckily for you, it did catch your attention, “...Y/n and Harrison,” she continues, not stopping after your names are called, just continuing on to call out the names of the assigned partners in the class that still remained unknown to everyone.
Luckily your attention did in fact return to what she was saying as soon as you had heard your name called.
Harrison. Your partner was Harrison Osterfield. He had been your crush pretty much ever since you started attending Brit, he was kind and funny, not to mention absolutely gorgeous, especially with his beautiful icy blue eyes and dirty blonde hair (He was of the most popular boys in school, he was best mates with some of the other most popular guys in the school, one of which included his VERY best mate, Tom Holland.)
Anxiousness filled you, you just weren’t sure if it was the good kind or the bad kind. You weren't upset or anything like that about the fact that your assigned partner was Harrison. Well maybe you were a tiny bit upset, but not about getting to be around Harrison so much to work on the project, but because now you knew you would stress about your guys’ entire project and performance assessment, and mess it up due to your, improving but still lingering stage fright.
You shake yourself out of your head and thoughts that aren’t helping anything.
The teacher announced, “The theme for this year's physical theatre performances are… the first world war.”
A few students audibly groaned in annoyance, while another half of the class gave each other looks, you included, varying from relative excitement, to eyerolls and people pretending to shoot themselves in the head.
You were fairly confident in your abilities, and pretty sure you would have at least one or two ideas about what you and Harrison could do for your performance storyline.
You walked to the back of the room, where Harrison had been seated just moments ago to find him no longer there.
“Hey Y/n” Harrisions says as he sneaks up behind you, startling you and causing you to jump.
“Sorry didn't mean to scare you.” he immediately apologies.
“Oh, no, that's alright, I was actually just coming to look for you to talk to you about our project and stuff. Plus, back home, I can hear my mom coming up the stairs and up to right outside my door, yet she still would manage to make me jump every time when she would open the door.” You and Harrison both laugh lightly at your ridiculous short story.
“I was trying to find you too actually” he commented, explaining why you had found his seat to be empty when you had started to look for him. You smile at eachother and he motions to the seat in front of you urging you to take it, taking the seat right beside it once you’ve sat down.
After everyone had found and took a seat next to their partners, the teacher continued, “Alright everyone, this is a big part of your final grade in theatre this year so I expect for you to take this seriously, but along with that we would also like your creativity to flow as much as possible, which is why you will all receive one week of excuses from your other classes to complete this project, and you are allowed to work on it anywhere as long as it is located on campus grounds. Do not slack off or take this to any unintended advantage, It will show in both your performance as well as in your final grade this grading period. Good luck, I can not wait to see what you all come up with. Dismissed.”
As soon as she said the word “dismissed” students began pouring out of the classroom in a jumble of pairs. You and Harrison being the only exception; both wanting to have at least somewhat of a plan before heading out to a place that you and Harrison had yet to decide on, to do what also had yet to be decided on.
You begin with a shy and timid voice, “So, I was thinking, um that maybe we could start out with a bit of WWI research, maybe get some ideas on what we could do?”
“Yeah good idea. So where do you want to go to work, well for today at least?” Harrison talks as his normal, slightly loud self, not in the slightest bit nervous, unlike you who still were seated right besides him.
You could hear and feel your heartbeat in your ears and head, it was pounding and at quite a fast rate, you just prayed that the gorgeous man who you were lucky to get assigned as a partner couldn’t hear it too.
“Oh um I really don't care, whatever you want is fine really.” You say really not wanting to be too controlling and annoying about the project, especially this early on in it.
“Well ok then, lets go to the library, so we can do some research. Sounds good?” Harrison asks.
“Yeah, sure.” You reply.
“Ok cool, so do you have any ideas so far on what our physical theatre should be about, I mean like wwi of course but any ideas in particular?” He questions.
“Haha” You chuckle nervously, “actually yeah, I was thinking that maybe we could do something about being soldiers on the front.”
He adds his input as well, mentioning, “Yeah I was thinking so too. Let’s have them be enemies, on opposing sides. I feel like that could make it a lot more interesting and give us more options and possibilities and ideas of what we could do with it.”
“Wow, did you come up with this like as soon as she told us the theme would be world war one or are you just that creative and come up with great ideas that instantly happen all the time.” You attempt to joke a little with him.
“I mean, I've got to be honest... it's the second one” we both laugh with each other once again. You are really looking forward to working with Harrison on this project for a while.
You take the short walk together from the classroom to the library, making small talk along the way. He opens one of the double doors and waves me in ahead of him, like a gentleman, which for some reason had been somewhat of a surprise to you, knowing that half of the female student body is after him. You walk into the building with walls lined with all different sizes of books.
“Follow me,” you signal your head in the correct direction, “I know where some books on the world wars are.”
“Um it could get pretty full in here, I’ll go get us a table.here, I can take your bag too” you're not sure if you should be upset and worried that he was trying to get away from you for a little bit, or if you should be happy that he offered to take your bag, once again like a complete gentleman.
It doesn't take long for you to find a few books that you think will be helpful in coming up with the “storyline” for your guys’ physical theatre performance.
When you get back to the table you set the 4 books you had grabbed down on the small little table in the corner of the library. Immediately, you opened up the largest book you had got on the allied powers and their components in WWI and began skimming the yellowed and aging pages.
Meanwhile Harrison starts to read a book on Germany’s part in the war.
He gets interrupted briefly by a notification going off from his cell phone, him feeling the need to check it and to clear the homescreen littered with a few different notifications from miscellaneous apps. It was a bad habit that he and MANY other people have, including you, to some extent at least, had.
About 30 minutes or so go by, reading in silence, and you secretly quite enjoy the newly found company that Harrison provided.
Throughout that thirty minutes, every once and awhile, one of you would look up from your book and in the direction of the other, and whoever’s gaze it was initially would soon be returned by the other, along with the exchange of soft small smiles.
