Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Word count: 1,756
Warnings: Swearing, Tom Holland, Holland Twins, mentions of drinking
Summary: Growing up next door to the Holland’s had its perks, but what happens when your best friend’s best friend hates you?
You grew up next to the Hollands since you were little. With your parents being close naturally you became close to the siblings, especially Tom. You were honestly close to all of them, but Tom just knew you better, almost like if he and you were twins. So, when he introduced you to his best friend from school, you couldn’t understand why this guy didn’t like you. He just acted so standoffish towards you, like he wanted nothing to do with you, but you had never met him.
“I don’t understand it, guys… He’s never liked me but I’ve never done anything to make him hate me,” you say with a sigh as you look over at your friends. It was your weekly movie night with the twins and you had just finished popping the popcorn and sitting the snacks on the table in the living room.
“I’m not sure what to tell you, Y/N… I’ve never seen Haz just not like someone from the get go,” Harry tells you with a shrug. “I’m not saying I don’t believe you… Haz just isn’t that type of person, so there has to be a reason.”
“Have you tried talking to him?” Sam asks.
“No, I figured he wouldn’t want to talk to me since he didn’t like me,” you tell them.
“Why don’t you try and see how that works? Maybe he’ll open up and you can straighten things out,” Sam offered.
“Yea… okay. I’ll try,” you tell them. You didn’t really have any hope that he was going to talk to you but you were going to at least try. It had been bugging you for months that this was going on and you were determined to figure it out.
“Tom’s having that party tomorrow. You could try then,” Harry reminds you.
“Yea, that’s a good idea,” you smile at him before you all turn your attention to the tv for the movie. The next night, you put on your favorite dress after you do your hair and makeup and head to Tom’s a little early hoping to catch Harrison before too many people arrive. You sit your keys on the table by the door as you walk in and close the door. Walking through the the foyer to the living room you see both Tom and Harrison sitting on the couch. Tom smiles at you as you walk in.
“Hey! What are you doing here so early?” Tom asks you as you walk closer. Harrison turns his head a little to see who Tom was talking to, letting out a small huff when he notices that its you.
“Well, honestly, I came to talk to Harrison,” you say as you look from Tom to Harrison.
“What? Me? Why?” Harrison rushed out.
“Sure, I’ll just go get ready,” Tom says as he walks to his room, leaving you in the living room with Harrison. You walk over to the couch and take Tom’s seat, noticing Harrison rolling his eyes as you sit down.
“Why do you want to talk to me?” Harrison asked you as you sat down. You take a breath before you look up at him and speak.
“Honestly…I just want to know why you hate me,” you blurt out and you see him raise his eyebrows.
“Excuse me?” he asks.
“Harrison, ever since we met, you’ve not liked me at all. You’ve avoided me, only talked to me when absolutely necessary, you’re always cold towards me, and you always seem like you don’t want me around,” you explain. You see Harrison’s expression change as he looks away from you. Unsure of the emotion you saw on his face when he looked away, you wait for him to say something.
“Y/N, I really don’t want to get into this tonight,” he tells you.
“Harrison, please… I just want to understand… Did I do something to make you not like me?” you ask. He shakes his head no, still not looking at you. You bite your lip as you think of what to say next. “Then… is there something I can do… to maybe get you to start to try to like me?”
“Y/N, please. Just… I promise… I will talk to you as long as you want about this later… just please not tonight… I don’t want to ruin Tom’s party,” he begs you, still not looking at you.
“Okay,” you say quietly as you stand up and walk out on the balcony and close the door and Harrison gets up and walks to his room. Half an hour later, guests are arriving and the party is in full swing. You’re on your second drink and are trying to push your hurt feelings to the back of your mind so you can enjoy the party. Halfway through your third drink, you find the twins and hang around with them for a while. On your fourth, what feelings? You feel great! You’re laughing, dancing, having fun. At this point, you’re on the dance floor with a friend of a friend that you don’t really know and he’s dancing a little too close, but you don’t care because you’re tipsy. Your back is pressed against his front and his hands start to wander as you slide your hand up to the back of his neck. Closing your eyes, you smile as you lean your head back against his shoulder as your bodies move together. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your wrist as you vaguely hear someone say “Excuse us,” and you are being dragged across the dancefloor and down the hallway to a bedroom and the door is shut behind you. “What are you doing??” you ask as you look up at Harrison.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he says as he glares down at you.
“Well I WAS having fun until you jerked me off the dancefloor,” you say sarcastically as you glare back.
“You call letting some random guy dry hump you in front of all those people fun?” Harrison spits.
“You know what? Fuck you,” you hiss at him as you try to shove him out of your way. “Why does it even matter to you? You don’t even like me! Get out of my way,” you yell at him. He takes a step towards you, making you step back. Then another, and you another step back until your back is against the wall. You notice his breathing is getting heavier and his eyes have darkened as he looks at you. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you ask.
“You…,” he says lowly, with a rasp in his voice, “You’re mine… I don’t share.” You raise your eyebrows as you look up at him.
“Excuse me?” you ask in shock.
“You heard me…” he says through gritted teeth. “Don’t make me fucking repeat myself…” He raises a hand to trace a finger down your jaw and lightly down the side of your neck, his eyes following the path his finger takes, making your breath hitch in your throat. “You know I want you… and I know you want me,” he almost whispers as his eyes flick back up to yours. You take a breath in and let it out slow as you look up at him.
“That’s why you’ve avoided me all this time… that’s why you’ve made me think you hated me?” you ask.
“I didn’t mean to make you think I hated you… I’m truly sorry for that… I was hoping to avoid falling for you and just stay friends because I was worried that if we did end up together and then things went badly, it would hurt one or both of our relationships with Tom,” Harrison explains as you nod your head.
“So you did this for Tom,” you say with a confused look on your face. He nods his head. “Okay then… I’m just gonna go…” you say as you make a move to start towards the door. Harrison grabs your waist and pulls you to him.
“Wait…” he says softly as you look up at him with wide eyes. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before he rests his palm against your face, brushing his thumb against your cheek and down along your bottom lip, eyes never leaving yours. He was waiting for a sign of hesitation but he never saw one. Leaning towards you, he pressed his lips against yours in a soft kiss as he slipped his hand to the back of your neck pulling you closer. You rested your hands against his chest as you moved your lips against his, feeling him smile against you. Sliding your arms up to wrap around his neck, he moves his down to wrap around your waist before he pulls back from the kiss to look at you, pressing your foreheads together. “Say you’ll be mine,” he says just above a whisper, worried you’ll still reject him even though you just kissed him back. When you don’t say anything after a minute, your eyes meet his as he opens his to see you smiling up at him.
“Of course I will, when you ask me like that…” you tease. He smiles back at you and pulls you into a hug, tucking his face into the crook of your neck making you giggle. “So, I guess the next step is telling Tom?”
“Nah, he pretty much knows,” Harrison tells you and you look at him with a blank expression.
“That jerk knew you liked me and didn’t say anything?” you ask making Harrison laugh.
“Yea,” he giggled as he scratched the back of his neck. “I asked him not to say anything until I was ready.” You nod your head in understanding.
“I’ll get him back,” you laugh. Harrison just shakes his head at you before he presses a kiss to your forehead.
“Your want to go back out to the party?” he asks.
“Sure, why not,” you say. He holds out his hand for you to take and you do. He weaves his fingers through yours making you smile up at him as he leads you out of the bedroom and back into the party. Tom sees you walk back in and shoots you a smile and a thumbs up from across the room. You just glare at him before you mouth the words ‘you’re dead’ making Tom and Harrison both laugh before Harrison pulls you away to get a drink and you enjoy the rest of the party together.
So I lost my best friend today and on my birthday so I was wondering if you could write something about Harrison holding you until you feel better and telling you how much he loved you ??❤️
i’m so incredibly sorry, my love. i cannot imagine what you’re going through…i really hope this helps a little bit. And Happy Birthday ♥️ if you need someone to talk to, i’m always here to listen 💞
He held you in his arms, a calm sense washing over you that no one else ever really made you feel. You rested your head half on Harrison’s chest and half on his shoulder letting him help you through this.
You’d been crying uncontrollably and you weren’t sure this pain would ever fade. But he wanted to help you feel even the slightest bit better.
He ran his fingers through your hair and whispered softly, “I’m right here. I’m right here, love. Let it out,” he told you, not wanting you to hold it in.
He’d gotten you to open up about what happened today and he knew it was better to let it all out instead of bottling it up. He didn’t want to see you break down even worse days later.
So he held you close, one hand running over your hair while he comfortingly brushed his fingers against your arm with his other. He hoped this was helping you in any way.
“I love you, Y/N,” Harrison said and he realized as he spoke quietly to you that you were beginning to stop trembling and your breathing had calmed down.
“Will you stay here with me?” you asked him, your voice raspy and broken.
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “For as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere, angel,” he kissed you again, “I’m not going anywhere.”
His repeated words, sweet and filled with his love for you, were bringing you down from this high of emotions racking your mind and body.
You were exhausted. Body aching from feeling so tense. Head pounding from crying.
But here Harrison was, holding you, kissing you, tracing mindless shapes gently into your skin. Whispering to you. With zero intention of leaving unless you told him to.
You wouldn’t though. You needed him. You needed to hear him say he loved you, hear how much he cared for you just in the sound of his voice. You needed to listen to the rhythmic pounding of his heart as you rested on his chest.
Harrison called you ‘angel’ but in all honesty he was like your angel. You were so lucky to have him in your life and just being in his arms on a horrible day, no matter how simple that seemed, meant the world to you.
He stayed with you all night, letting you hold onto him while you restlessly slept. And there for you in the morning to cook you breakfast, bring you a comforting cup of tea, and listen to you tell him how you were feeling.
Harrison loved you and like he told you, he wasn’t going anywhere.
Thank you so much you have no idea how much this meant to me❤️
Two years?! I’m in!
I’ll try it
Double your nana, double your yum
give me luck double banana
No fucking joke, I was offered 4 days of film-set marshalling and I told him I was unavailable for one of the days but I could cancel. And he told me he’d potentially found someone else.
I reblogged this.
And not 20 mins later, he came back to me and said if I really want it, let him know now. So fuck. Wow.
Can you please do one where the reader is just having a hard time in general like her friends treat her like shit and so does her parents, and Harrison shows her how much he loves her??❤️
You tossed your phone across your bed where it slid off the edge and thudded onto the floor. You didn’t care.
It was filled with emotionless responses from so-called friends or just unanswered texts. Disappointed voicemails from your parents as they tried to direct your life how they wanted instead of what you dreamed of doing.
It was just a brick that brought you more distress.
Well…aside from the concerned texts from your boyfriend and his calls that you’d been too upset to answer. Knowing your voice would break and you’d make him worry. You hated dumping your problems on him.
He seemed to have an incredible family and his friends were the sweetest. Tom, Tuwaine, the whole Holland crew. They were amazing and treated him like family.
A feeling you craved from your own family and friends.
You cringed when you heard the front door open and close quietly.
Harrison. He was always so gentle when he knew you were dealing with heavy stuff. And when he poked his head into your bedroom, his blues were filled with concern and he was ready to comfort you in any way you needed.
“Hi, pretty girl…” he hesitantly walked in, keeping his distance.
Why did he have to be so sweet to you. Based on the treatment you received from your family and friends, you clearly didn’t deserve it.
“Talk to me?” Harrison sat down on your bed, reaching out to brush your hair back. He smiled as you closed your eyes at his touch.
“Why is it so hard to love me?” your voice was rough and barely audible. But he’d heard you and it broke his heart.
“If there’s one thing in my life that’s so easy for me to do and something that feels like I was born to do…it’s love you,” Harrison told you with so much emotion in his words it struck a nerve (a good one) and tears pricked your eyes, “Do you hear me?”
You nodded with a sniffle.
“Anyone who has trouble loving you is seriously missing out but if I have to make up for every person who neglected to give you the love you deserve, I will. No questions asked,” he rested his forehead to yours, “I love you, Y/N.”
Looking into his stormy blues taking you in, you gave him a smile through your tears, “I love you too, Haz.”
“Can I hold you until you begin to feel a bit better?” he offered and you were already reaching out for him.
The emotional frustration and exhaustion had you falling asleep against him in no time. But it was a calm sleep, thanks to his loving words for you.