#harrison osterfeild fluff

“yeah, i’m up for it.” you nodded. you liked trying new things with tom, especially in the bedroom.

“good girl.” tom stands over you and puts the blindfold on you, altering it so it fits right on you. “it’s not too tight, is it?”

“no, ‘s fine.” there was silence after that, you didn’t even hear his footsteps moving around you. a few seconds went by as you waited anxiously. your heart pounded hard with excitement. you didn’t know what he was going to do to you, and that’s what thrilled you.

you flinched slightly when he parted your legs, his hands kneading your inner thighs gently, your skin burned with eagerness. he parted your lips, and you could feel his soft breath tickling your clit. desperation swirled in the pit of your stomach as you waited for him to do something, anything.

finally, he swiped his tongue from your slit to your pulsing clit, collecting your juices on his tongue. a sharp gasp fell from your lips, and you immediately moved to toy with your nipples.

he flicked your clit feverishly as he went to work on you with his tongue, eating your pussy like it was his last day on earth. you arched your back, nearly snapping yourself in half as moans erupted from your throat. your stomach tensed as he dipped his tongue into your hole, fucking you with the thick muscle. his large hands pushed your legs further apart, trying to taste more of you.

you ran a hand down to feel his hair, and when you did, you frowned a little. you don’t remember toms hair being this short. it wasn’t as soft or as curly as it usually was either. you tried to ignore it and focus on what he was giving you, but you just couldn’t shake the strangeness of it all.

“tom?”

“yes darling?” he responded. his voice came from a different direction though, and the tongue on your cunt never stopped going at you.

you ripped the blindfold off, and gasped when you saw harrison lapping away at your pussy. what the hell?

you looked to your left and there was tom, stroking himself with a pleased smile as he watched his best friend tongue-fuck you. it was harrison the entire time, not tom.

“it’s okay baby, relax. let harrison make you feel good.” tom let out breathily.

“god, she tastes fucking amazing.” harrison chuckled and went back to devouring you.

“i told you. my girls got the best pussy ever.”

you didn’t know what to do. you wanted to push him off of you, but you didn’t want it to stop yet, it felt so fucking good. would you be betraying tom if you let this happen? he was letting it happen. besides, you couldn’t say you never thought about taking them both at the same time. you never thought it’d become reality though.

you moaned at their words and let the pleasure take over your body. your eyes fluttered shut and you relaxed, letting the mattress take your weight again. tom smiled at your acceptance and rubbed himself faster.

the idea of his best friend giving it to his girlfriend was something that turned tom on plenty. it might’ve been the fact that he knew he could make you cum harder and faster than any other, and it was amusing to watch them try to outdo him. no one could fuck you better than tom.

he thought back to the night that inspired all of this. you woke tom up with your squirming, and you had started moaning harrison’s name in your sleep. he knew he should’ve been pissed, but he for some reason, he was turned on. so he watched you that night, listening to your moans and whines and praises. he even took it upon himself to stroke himself while he watched, and you both came. he didn’t even know it was possible for someone to do that in their sleep.

he hadn’t stopped thinking about that night ever since. neither of you brought it up to the other, so here tom was, surprising you with what you both secretly desired.

“you know baby, after you had that wet dream about haz that one night,” he spoke up. “i just couldn’t get it out of my mind.” your eyes widened at the mention of it. he wasn’t supposed to know about that. you felt guilty for keeping it a secret, and even guiltier that the dream happened at all.

“i- are you mad?” you whined.

“oh no baby, i’m not mad. god knows i should’ve been but fuck, after fantasizing about it, you just look so sexy this way darling.”

you moaned and tried pulling harrison closer to your pussy. shit, he was good. not as good as tom of course, but definitely a close second. harrison chuckled, the vibrations stimulating you even more.

“why don’t you put that mouth to use baby?wanna see those pretty lips around my cock.” tom moved closer to your face, and you eagerly took him in your mouth, moaning as the bittersweet taste of his precum smeared on your tongue.

you bobbed your head, whimpering around him when harrison pushed two fingers inside of you, thrusting and twisting painfully fast. tom threw his head back as his face contorted in pleasure, your whimpers and whines sending tingles up his spine. “good fucking girl.”

toms fingers find your nipples, pinching and pulling at the pebbled flesh. your mind was a blur and your body was on fire. tears pooled in your eyes as you took everything they gave you. it was too much, but at the same time you still wanted more.

“aw, my sweet girl is crying. what, does it feel good? is it too much?” he cooed, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. you shook your head no, and he chuckled lowly. “not enough?”

you give him a pleading look, and he gasps after finally realizing what you’re silently begging for.“oh. i see what you want. damn, my girls such a slut.” he removes himself from your mouth and walks over to harrison. “slide over haz, one tongue just isn’t enough for my baby.”

harrison makes room for tom, and as soon as toms tongue was added with harrison’s, you were sent to second heaven. you’ve never had two guys taste you at the same time, the feeling was unexplainable.

it was painful as it was pleasurable. harrison was focused on your clit, while tom plunged in and out of your hole. your body went completely numb, and your mouth hung open, but you couldn’t make a sound. your back arched as far as it could go you were sure you’d break. “so fucking good for us.” tom mumbled, slapping your inner thigh. the pain only adding to the pleasing ache in your cunt.

you looked down in between you, and let out a shaky breath. the boys were sloppily lapping at you, not even caring that their tongues would clash every so often.

suddenly, your bubbling in the pit if your stomach before was threatening to erupt, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. you finally released, your high crashing down over you, overwhelming you completely, liquid heat running through your veins. your body trembled as you let out a shrill cry, your pussy gushing all over the boys mouths.

“that’s my girl.” tom smiled and rubbed your thigh soothingly. “did so good for us love.”

they cleaned a bit of your juices off of your thigh, as you laid there completely out of breath, your body still trembling. tom took notice of that and shook his head at you. “oh darling, we haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”

“w-what?” you asked, your mind still foggy from your orgasm. you look to harrison who was taking his belt off while eyeing you like food.

“we’re not done with you yet, love. look at what you’ve done to harrison,” he spoke. there was no denying the tent in his pants was because of you. “you’ve gotta help him feel better now, darling.”

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It hits Harrison as he's wiping his hands on the handkerchief offered to him. The date that you were planning. The one you were so excited about all week. His heart stops and Tom cocks his head,

"S'matter?" He asks. Harrison swallows, 

"I-I missed date night." Tom tsks,

"I'm telling you, Y/N deserves someone like me. I'd be early for date night. Give her head before, for the effort." He teases. Harrison sighs, 

"Fuck…" Tossing the handkerchief in the sink, Haz points to the passed out enemy, 

"Get the fucking location from him. I don't care if you kill him after, just get it from him." He commands, quickly washing his hands of leftover blood and shrugging his jacket on. Tom nods, 

"Make it up to her mate… make it up to her real good." Harrison nods, sliding his phone from his pocket with a sigh, 

"Yeah, I'm already on it." 

It's a short drive home, and Harrison's heart immediately breaks when he sees the effort you've put forth. The candles are blown out, but how far they've burnt down tells him you waited a lot longer than he'd hoped. There's flowers and placemats right next to each other. A quick trip to the kitchen has him in agony. A perfectly made plate is in the fridge, tinfoil over. He sighs again, trudging upstairs. He shrugs his jacket off, unbuttoning his shirt most of the way and kicking his shoes off in the door. 

Your form in bed hurts the most. Taking a deep breath, he walks around the bed, sitting beside you. Watching you sleep for a moment, he reaches up and strokes strands of hair from your eyes. When he leans in to kiss your cheek, you stir, stretching out as he sits up the smallest bit to not startle you. You open your eyes and he smiles, 

"I am… way way late, but goddamn you're gorgeous." He coos. Rolling your eyes, you pull yourself to sit up slightly, 

"Did you see your dinner?" You ask. He nods, 

"I did. It looks amazing love and I am so so sorry." He responds. You shake your head, 

"It was poor timing. This case was important to you and it's been in the works for weeks. I should've touched up with you." You defend, pulling his hand into your lap and brushing your fingers over his busted knuckles. His lips press in a line as hair falls in your eyes. He reaches up to tuck it behind your ear again,

"I promised you darling." He defends. You shrug, "but, I've got a surprise for you." He drags his phone from his pocket, clicking through it for a moment before he flashes the tab to you. You stare at it for a moment before your eyes widen, 

"Paris… are you serious?" You ask. He nods, 

"Two weeks, no business, swear on Tom." You launch yourself into his lap, wrapping your arms around him. He holds you close, face nuzzled in your shoulder. You pull back, kissing him softly, 

"You know how much I've been wanting to go. Dinner means nothing in comparison to Paris." You remind. He nods with a smile, 

"I know darling." He holds you close, 

"But don't swear on Tom. If it weren't for him, you'd never be able to take vacation with no work." He smiles, 

"Course… but yeah keeps talking about how he'd be better for you, I might not have a choice." He jokes. Laying your head against his shoulder for a moment, you sigh, 

"You hungry?" He hums, 

"A little." You slide from his lap, taking his hand, 

"Let's see if we can salvage any of your dinner." 

"I deserve it if not." He murmurs. You smile, 

I can see you standing honey, with his arms around your body

Tom's hands ball into fists at the sight before him, he had just entered the after party that was being held in the giant mess hall following some award show he honestly doesn't give a shit about. His life had been so chaotic recently, with a new movie deal being forced on him and his breakup with his long time girlfriend. He had almost passed on coming to the award show all together, he deserved some time to himself, but his friends had practically begged him to go, saying he needed out of his head.

But now he stands at the entrance of the mess hall, his heart in shambles and his temper about to go through the roof. They had been broken up for 5 weeks, not like Tom was counting or anything, and she was already attending events with some other guy.

Some other guy who's hands are all over her body, touching her waist, holding her close, just like Tom used to do, just like Tom should be doing.

And it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it

He can still hear the moment she decided to leave, a record playing in his head on repeat constantly. How cruel he can be to himself when he's at his lowest point.

It took her five minutes to pack a small bag, saying she would be back tomorrow for the rest of her things, but when tomorrow came, she was nowhere to be seen. She didn't come the next day either, or the day after that. Now her clothes collect dust in their closet, waiting for her, just like Tom.

He hates to admit that he is waiting, he should be over her already, but he can't help the aching in his chest and the void that now resides inside of him. He can't help that his soul begs for its partner or how the breath leaves his lungs when he enters their home and she still hasn't come back.

You're not my homeland anymore so what am I defending?

His mom had told him that all good things come to and end when he came to her sobbing one night, that it was her fault for not staying and figuring them out. Tom was quick to shut her down, blaming himself before he would ever make Y/N the bad guy.

How could it be her fault? She was perfect to him, everything she did was for a reason, including leaving him, the reason though he's still not sure of. The fight had escalated into something worse and they stood yelling harsh things at each other until the the early morning, and now here he is with his eyes glassy and his cheeks red, defending the person who ripped his heart out to his own mother, defending his home.

I can see you staring honey, like he's just your understudy

Her eyes had drifted to the door the moment he walked in, her breath caught and her hands started sweating, she wasn't ready for this. She saw the way his hands clenched into balls and his cheeks puffed out with anger, and she regretted all of it. They were supposed to be here together, as a happy couple, like they always were, except now some guy she barely knows cradles her body against his while he talks to someone he knows.

She'll admit she only came with him so she wouldn't have to face Tom alone, the thought alone makes her want to vomit, but maybe she was wrong, maybe she should have come alone. Because the look Tom's giving is all she needs to see and she knows, knows that there is nothing left of them now, no way of fixing them.

Second, third, and hundredths chances, balancing on breaking branches

All she can think about is how many times she had to start a fight about this or about that just for him to take her seriously, how many times she had to beg him to choose her over everyone else. How many times she begged him to just miss his flight for one more day of them before he left again. She was willing to do it every time she was called to film, why wouldn't he choose them.

She had given over a hundred chances to him, every single one being buried along with her as she fell into her life without him once again. The last part of their relationship was like walking on egg shells, like everything would fall apart with one wrong move. Although sometimes she felt like she was the only one who could feel it.

I think I've seen this film before, so I'm leaving out the side door

She gives a sorry excuse to the guy she's with, something about needing air before they move to the next room, and he gives a curt nod before going back to his conversation. She can't help but roll her eyes, what an asshole.

Cold air hits her hard in the face and chest as she opens the side door of the mess hall. She contemplates just leaving the after party all together, she has her phone out ready to call just about anyone to get her out of this mess when the door opens again and a head of brown curls pokes around the corner.

"I saw you leave and I just wanted to make sure you're alright," Tom's voice is choked and his heart is going a mile a minute, this was a dumb idea. He can tell by her face that he was the last person she wanted to see.

"Fine Tom," her voice is dismissive, but her heart is anything but, she wants so badly to be in his arms, "I'm not your problem anymore. Go back to the party."

He almost does but he can't seem to stop himself from getting everything off his chest, this could be his last time alone with her, he had to take his chance, "What happened to us, Y/N?" She can tell by voice that he honestly doesn't know and she really does roll her eyes now. "You never even gave me a warning sign."

"I gave so many!" Her voice cracks as she practically yells at him, how could he be so dense, she had done everything she could to make it obvious she wasn't going to stay with him unless he tried to help fix their problems, instead he ignored them.

"I never learned to read your mind Y/N," He's being harsh now, his voice going from soft to hard in a matter of seconds. He never meant to be so mean, but in his defense he's heartbroken and all she is doing is confusing him further.

"Tom, come on, we never saw each other, you were gone or I was gone, there was no time for us. I love you, but we couldn't turn things around." Her eyes are glossy, she's doing everything in her power to not shed a tear at this confrontation, this was the last thing she wanted to happen tonight.

"You didn't even hear me out, you don't know how much I want to save us. I can change Y/N, we can change," he's desperate now, he would do anything to have her back in his life, he needs her like his lungs need air.

She stops then, her breathing just a little ragged and her cheeks now wet, but she contemplates his offer, one more chance. That's all he wants, all he needs, that's all she has left in her. One more chance. She nods then, her movement slow but precise, this was it, if they couldn't fix them now their relationship would be exiled, they would be down the drain eternally.

Harrison tilts his head to the left slightly and y/n can’t help but giggle a little as she always does when he tilts his head like that because it reminds her of Haz’s dog Monty.

“Tom said you had a bad day” Harrison pouts, upset his girlfriend went to his best mate about it and not him, but also worried about his love.

Y/n sighs and nods, “it wasn’t bad, just mentally long. Lots of snooty people”.

“I’m sorry love. Why didn’t you tell me?” Harrison asked gently.

“I didn’t want you to stress over it because I’ll be fine” y/n says.

“You’re always fine love. You don’t have to push through it all on your own or hide it from me” Haz pleads.

“Okay, sorry Harrison. Tom only knew because he asked why I was cranky” y/n laughs, making air quotes for Tom’s description of her.

Harrison smiles and shakes his head, “I doubt it. Usually he’s the cranky Div”.

Y/n smiles and nods playfully in agreement.

“Well, how can I help?” Haz asks, analyzing his girlfriend’s face via the video call. “Want to talk about it?”.

After Y/n spends several moments, nearly a half hour, venting to Harrison about the stuck up celebrities she had to deal with today, she wipes her eyes and sighs.

“Oh love, I’m so sorry” Harrison coos, a frown forming on his face and softening his defined facial features upon seeing her cry.

Y/n shrugs and sniffles softly as she tries to compose herself, knowing Harrison feels bad he cannot be here to help.

Not to mention he was trying to be supportive the whole 30 minutes she rambled on about the same thing.

“Hmmm” Harrison says, standing up from the kitchen table he was seated at.

“Let me grab something” he says, rushing off screen.

“I’ve been working on my juggling and for some reason it always gets you to make that precious laugh when you make fun of me” Harrison says, knowing he’s going to make a fool of himself.

Y/N laughs, “I’m not making fun of you. You’re just so bad at it Haz”.

“See, that right there! That’s what I’m going for” Haz smiles, setting his phone up on the table at the correct angle for him to stand.

“You want me to make fun of you?” Y/n teases.

“I’ll deal with straight bullying if it gets you to smile” Haz blushes, grabbing his props.

“I would never do that Haz” she shakes her head.

“I know, just saying. Okay, here we go” Haz smiles, stepping back so the camera can see him.

A smile is already forming on y/n’s face as she leans back in her seat to watch her boyfriend of 2 years intentionally embarrass himself in hopes of cheering her up.

Haz picks up the three balls and just as he begins, the phone knocks over, the front-facing camera now pointed at the ceiling of their dining room back home

Y/N covers her mouth to keep her voice down so Tom can nap -again- as she begins laughing.

Harrison groans and quickly picks up the phone and fixes the camera, a blush tinting the color of his cheeks.

“Take 2” he smirks, stepping back after securing the camera position.

Y/n purses her lips and nods.

“I think I’m getting better” Haz says, so far making it two cycles through with the 3 balls.

However, right as he says that, the balls start flying away from him and all fall to the ground clumsily.

Y/N immediately laughs to the point her stomach starts hurting.

Haz forces a sad pout to form when she finally looks back at the camera. The whole time she wasn’t looking he was smiling to himself, happy she was back to being herself again.

“Harrison” she laughs, shaking her head, “honey, that was horrible”.

“Hey now!” Haz laughs, arguing with her despite knowing how chaotic and unsuccessful his juggling attempt was.

“Just stick to modeling, acting, photography, singing, and literally anything else you want to do baby” biting her lip as she giggles, “just no more juggling”.

“Hey” Harrison crosses his arms over his chest, “I did what I accomplished to do, so I call it a win “.

“And that was what?” She teases, the same way Haz would if the roles had been reversed.

“Tossing the balls around the flat, likely all the way under the couch?” She smirks.

Harrison smiles as a darker blush stains his cheeks, “it wasn’t that bad. Besides they’re all right here”.

“Well, mostly” he laughs, turning his focus off of the two balls on the ground after making a mental note to find the other.

“God I love you, you big Div” y/n laughs, all worries successfully erased by her clumsy boyfriend.

“I love you too beautiful” Harrison smiles, grabbing the phone so he can see her better.

“Now, tell me of your day” she says, a genuinely reciprocated smile on her face.

“If it was bad, will you juggle for me?” He teases, a smirk on his face.

“If you mean toss things in a circle for a few brief seconds sure” y/n laughs, “was it bad?”

“Hmmm… yeah” he pouts.

Y/n is fairly certain he is lying but she isn’t sure and doesn’t want to push him off without knowing.

“Oh, really? Why is that?” She asks, raising her right eyebrow in gesture.

“Cause I missed you” Haz says, his devious smirk peaking through his pout in betrayal of his emotions.

To be fair, he was missing y/n. But that’s true of every day she’s not in their shared flat with him.

Y/n blushes and laughs, “Haaazzz, I don’t even have anything to juggle”.

“There are three cups over there” Haz smirks, pointing to the small coffee tray the hotel set up in her room.

“Fine but you get to explain to Tom why I’m tired when I drop the cups and can’t have caffeine tomorrow” y/n laughs, standing up.

“Darling, I’ll transfer you money for Starbucks. Now stop making excuses, you’re supposed to make me feel better” he teases, crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/n rolls her eyes. “I must love you” she says, separating the three cups.

“You do” Haz laughs, his pink cheeks exposing how wonderful he feels about that, “now it’s my turn to laugh”.

“Mmm, i think you mean you’re ready to be shown how it’s done” y/n smirks back at him.

“You think you can do better than me?” Harrison asks intrigued.

“Haz, don’t take this the wrong way” y/n says, with a tone that tells Harrison she’s about to make a playful joke, “a blind bird could juggle better than you”.

Harrison’s face flushed bright red as he laughs loudly and shakes his head, “let’s see it then”.

“Alright,” y/n begins, stepping back and tossing the cups up, “but don’t get mad at me when I break your record”.

However, fortunately for Harrison that’s not something he has to worry about.

As soon as the cups are in the air, two of the fly in completely polar directions and the third manages to fling backwards enough to hit y/n in the nose.

Harrison loses it and starts laughing and hitting the table next to his phone so hard the camera shakes and y/n is certain the hotel guests next door can hear.

“Oh shut it” she groans, a small smile on her bright red face.

“Y-you” Haz begins, out of breath, “you might be insanely intelligent but my god you’re also a Div”.

Y/n jokingly glares at the phone in front of her, causing Harrison to keep laughing.

“You didn’t even make it one circle” he teases, his hand on his chest to steady himself.

“Hey! I just gave myself a concussion for you, be nice” y/n laughs, rubbing where the cup hit her face and then the top of her head.

“I think that’s a bit dramatic love” Haz laughs, “are you okay though?”.

“Yeah just bruised” y/n sighs playfully.

“Bruised? It was a paper cup” Harrison reminds her, “how hard did you throw it?!”

“I meant my ego Haz” she scoffs.

Harrison shakes his head, erupting into laughter once again.

“Did I at least accomplish what I wanted to do?” Y/n asks, paraphrasing him.

“Mmmm” Harrison nods, “yes, you definitely made my day better you klutz. But I do still really miss you”.

“I miss you too baby” she says, lowering her had from her head.

“When you’re back I’ll have to teach you how to juggle better” Harrison smirks.

“Ha-ha” y/n says sarcastically, “You know what they say, ‘those who can’t, teach’”.

Harrison smirks, “hmm, you’re right. I guess that means you’ll have to teach”.

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“What a wonderful evening here tonight!” James Cordon smiled as he began his show, “We have the utmost special treat for tonight’s show, up and coming actor and actress Harrison Osterfield and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

The crowd cheered as the band began playing entrance music; you and Harrison’s cue to go out on stage. With your hands clasped and smiles on your faces, you strutted out in your matching blue outfits. A navy blue suit and tie for Harrison, gifted to him by Louis Vuitton, and a custom baby blue wrap top and navy blue suede pants for you, courtesy of Gucci.

“Well look at you two!” James came over for hugs and handshakes, “all matching, that’s adorable, isn’t it guys?” he asked the audience, who cheered louder.

You and Harrison laughed as you each gave James a hug before sitting down on the comfy leather sofa next to him.

“Thank you so much for being here, guys,” James smiled, getting comfy.

“Thank you so much for having us,” Harrison beamed, “this is honestly a dream come true for both of us, I think.”

“Definitely,” you nodded, “I’ve wanted to sit on this couch since I was sixteen years old.”

“Well I hope it lives up to your expectations,” James chuckled. “So, your movie has been out for nearly two weeks now and is already breaking box office records. Many critics have been saying it’s because of your chemistry on the big screen, what do you guys think?”

“Well,” You smiled, thinking about it for a moment, “it is true, Harrison and I do have great chemistry. I mean, we were friends before the movie, so by the time we went into film we had this automatic connection with each other. That made it so much easier since we could work with each other in a way that usually takes time to build up.”

“I completely agree,” Harrison nodded, “I mean, (Y/N) is an amazing actress and has so so much talent. There’s no doubt in my mind that she would’ve been able to pull through, but our shared history definitely made it a lot smoother and, honestly, probably a lot more fun.”

“And, just to get the hard questions out of the way,” James smirked, “what were the intimate scenes like? I think I can say with confidence that we all enjoyed them,” he joked, causing the audience to chuckle.

“You owe me ten pounds,” You turned to Harrison, “told you they were gonna ask that.”

Harrison rolled his eyes, but still proceeded to pull the money out of his trousers and hand it to you.

“Anyways,” you smiled, pocketing the cash, “that’s a great question, James. I’m not sure about Harrison, but for me, it was a fun challenge.” You nodded, “I’ve never done anything like that before and it was definitely out of my comfort zone, but in the end, I think it brought an already great friendship closer.”

“I agree,” Harrison nodded as well, “it definitely pushed us past what we are used to, and in the end, we were better for it.”

“So,” James raised his eyebrows suggestively, “‘it brought an already great friendship closer’, how close are we talking?” He joked, causing raucous laughter to sound from the audience.

“Close enough that I know the size of it and I can personally say ‘good luck’ to any future girlfriends,” you poke Harrison, causing him to groan but laugh along with you and James.

“Ouch,” James winced, “oof, tough break, Harrison.”

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“Hey, Tommy,” You smiled into the phone once the interview was over and you were now on your way back to your hotel with Harrison. “I miss you.” you cooed.

“Aw,” Tom gushed, “I miss you too, darling. I’ll be coming to meet up with you when you get to New York. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Same here,” You smiled, “are you gonna watch the interview?”

“When does it air?”

“Tomorrow at 9 p.m., west coast time.”

“Of course I’ll watch it, baby,” Tom smiled, “wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I’m literally getting cavities from how disgustingly sweet you two are,” Harrison grimaced from beside you.

“Oh, bug off, mate.” Tom huffed, “I gotta go now anyways, I love you my little Pookie bear.” Tom puckered his lips to blow you a kiss.

“Okay, Harrison might be right on that one babe,” you joked, “that was a little much.”

“Yeah, I heard it right after I said it,” Tom sighed, “I’ll talk to you later, love, bye!”

“Bye!” You waved, “Mwah!”

You ended the call and tucked your phone in the pocket of your pants. “You guys make me sick,” Harrison gagged.

“You make me sick all on your own, Haz.” You retorted, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Ten pounds says Toms gonna freak out and go through another jealous fit when he sees the interview,” Harrison said, holding out a hand to shake.

You shook your head, “I don’t wanna bet that.”

“Why?” Harrison smirked, “‘Cus he’s your boyfriend?”

“No,” You frowned, “‘Cus you’re 100% right and then I’ll lose the 10 pounds I just gained.”

Harrison rolled his eyes, “You’re no fun, (Y/N).”

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“Harrison! Harrison!” The flash of the cameras and shouts of the paparazzi bombarded you and Harrison when you got out of the car at the Nobu. “Look here!”

You and Harrison gave smiles and waves at the small crowd that began to gather. A few fans wanted pictures and autographs, which you happily agreed to, “(Y/N)!” One of the paparazzi yelled, flashing his camera in your face, “Are you and Harrison dating?” He asked, pushing past many genuine fans, that you were taking quick pictures with.

“Woah,” You held a hand out, trying to avoid him and the other photographers.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled jostling into you, “Can we get a clear answer on your love life?” You began to stumble through the crowd, too many people began to grab onto you and take more pictures.

“Back off, dude!” Harrison wrapped an arm around you and held you upright, pushing past the paparazzi.

Your assigned security finally stepped in, encircling you and Harrison as you made your way into Nobu, finally away from the shouting and bright flashes of light.

“Shit,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead, “that’s going to be all over the tabloids tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Harrison dismissed, leading you to the front to get your table, “I think we looked super hot. You could never take a bad pic, (Y/N), trust me, I’ve tried to sabotage you many times” He joked, nudging you playfully with his elbow.

“Haha,” you said sarcastically, “but I’m more worried about how Tom will feel.”

“Just give him a call tomorrow,” Harrison shrugged, “It’ll all work out.”

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Tom was in London, finishing his photoshoot for British Vogue when the photos of you and Harrison’s “Romantic Night in the City” were released. The tabloid, partnered with People Maganize, dropped the newest addition with exclusive photos, but the main People twitter page had all the photos, for free.

Tom was livid when he saw a ship name between you and Harrison trending on Twitter. Fans were constantly reposting your photos alongside stills and scenes from your movie. The worst part was when fans commented “my dreams have come true!”. No, they haven’t, Tom thought, right?

It slipped your mind to call Tom the next day when the photos were circling the internet. The only reminder being the constant tagging in edits and tweets, but you got those all the time, so that morning was no different. Until Tom finally found a chance to give you a call.

“Hey,” You answered, cheerfully, “what’s up?”

“What’s up?” Tom was nearly seething on the other line, “What’s up is that I just found out that my girlfriend and my best friend had a “romantic night in the city”, that’s what’s up!”

“Shit,” you sighed, “babe, I’m sorry about that. It was nothing, honestly, we just went to Nobu for dinner.”

“(Y/N),” Tom inhaled a sharp breath, “Nobu is notoriously a couple’s restaurant for dates, and why was Harrison holding on so tight to you? Why would he need to grip onto you like that? He practically clings onto your side in these photos!”

You put Tom on speaker and pulled up the photos yourself to assess the damage. He was right, if you didn’t know any better you’d think the two in the photos were a couple going on a date. The way Harrison put a protective arm around your torso and the way he shielded you from the aggressive paparazzi did look more intimate than intended.

“Tom,” You turned your phone off, continuing to pack your bags for New York like you were doing before he called, “the paparazzi were crazy last night. Honestly, one of them probably would’ve ripped my hair out for a good shot. Harrison was just trying to watch out for me.”

“Okay,” Tom sighed, “I just—it’s really hard, seeing how the media will twist things. A-And what if we go public? Will everyone be disappointed? What if you lose a bunch of fans or if they don’t like us together—”

“I don’t give a flying fuck if the fans like us together,” you interjected, “I like us together, that’s what matters to me.”

“You're right,” Tom conceded, “I’m just being insecure, sorry love.”

“It’s alright, Tommy,” you cooed, “I promise, as soon as this press junket is over, it’s me and you for the long run, okay?”

“Okay, darling,” Tom smiled, getting the affirmation he needed. “I’ll see you soon, my flight’s tomorrow.”

“Okay, bye, love you!”

“Love you too,” Tom puckered up to the phone, “Mwah!”

He hung up with a smile on his face, feelings much less stressed than before. You were right, it wasn’t all about the media, love goes deeper than what social media can portray, and it’s impossible to get the full story on something from a little screen. He just needed to be patient and trust you, like you did with him.

“You’re whipped,” Harry clicked his tongue behind Tom, “whipped like a puppy on a new leash.”

“Oh, shut up.”

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The next stop was finally New York. Tom was supposed to meet you here, he had no future plans at the moment so his main plan was to help you and Harrison finish up your press junket.

As Tom’s best friend, Harrison was constantly on the move with him, providing tons of emotional and moral support. Without him, it’s unlikely Tom would’ve gone as far as he did. Harrison was constantly pushing him to do more, advertising his movies, and pushing his own followers to support Tom in all walks of life. He even took time to help stand up for Tom when the fans got too crazy. Or when he needed a shoulder to lean on, Harrison was there.

You were also there on his most recent ventures. You held Tom through the night when the emotional stress of acting became too much, and for the times he needed to reach a dark place, you were there to fish him back out into the light. You could also help him manage his stress in a much more efficient way than Harrison.

In return, Tom felt like he needed to be there for his two biggest supporters. He had the time and the means to meet you in New York, so he decided that that’s what was best for all of you. Harry and Tuwaine could even join him, so while you and he were having your own ‘romantic night in the city’, Harrison wouldn’t be lonely. And Tom intended on going all out for you, making it a night to remember while he made up for lost time.

“Okay,” Tom smiled, as he finished zipping up his last bag, “I’m all ready. Harry? You good to go?”

“No!” Harry yelled after a loud crash sounded from the bathroom, “I can’t find my fucking toothbrush!”

Tom rolled his eyes, “What about you, Tuwaine?” he asked, turning around to get a view into the living room. Tuwaine held up a finger and shushed Tom gently, then holding up the red toothbrush that belonged to Harry.

“Harry,” Tuwaine called, “I’ll lend you one if you give me five pounds.”

“Aw, fuck!” Harry yelled, following another crash. “Fine whatever, stupid fucking toothbrush,” he grumbled, sulking into the foyer where the rest of his bags were.

“Okay, divs,” Tom chuckled, “let’s get going, I want to be in New York in time to catch tomorrow’s interview.”

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“Hello, everyone! Thank you for tuning into Hot Goss, I’m your host Christine Mitchells and here with me today is up and coming actor and actress, Harrison Osterfield and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” The blonde hair lady introduced both you and Harrison, smiling widely as she gestured to you.

“Hi!” You beamed, “thank you so much, Christine, for having us! I’m absolutely in love with your radio show, so this is definitely a big day for me.”

“Yes,” Harrison agreed, “I listened to your podcast the other day about the UFO sightings in New Jersey, and I have never been more enthralled.”

“Aw,” Christine held a hand to her heart, “you two are making me blush, that’s so sweet.” She smiled before holding up her little stack of papers, presumably with questions and conversation topics. “So, your new movie Collateral Damage has been out for about two weeks now and already made almost $600 million at the box office. That’s extremely impressive, what do you credit this success to?”

“Well,” Harrison spoke up, “I feel like I say this all the time, but it’s genuinely so true; (Y/N) and I’s chemistry on set definitely melted into all of our scenes together. She’s so talented and inspiring, even when I wasn’t directly filming with her, I felt the need to be on the top of my game as to not bring her down. It also was a combination of an amazing cast and crew. The crew made the behind the scenes so seamless and easygoing, probably one of the best sets to be on.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “the editing team also did so amazing, and it definitely shows in the final product. As for Harrison and I, it was extremely helpful to already be friends beforehand, it made tough scenes and intimate scenes much easier to get through. We could skip the awkward or solemn moments after our scenes and just laugh it all out, which greatly lessened the stress that filming a movie like this brings.”

“How did you two meet?” Christine asked, motioning between the two of you.

“Well, I think our first encounter was on the set of Spider-man 3,” You recalled, “I only filmed a few scenes for that movie, but it was another once in a lifetime opportunity.” You smiled, recalling when you first met Tom and how sweet he was, despite how nervous and flustered you used to get around him.

“That seems like a happy memory,” Christine commented knowingly, mistaking your smile to be for Harrison.

“It is,” You affirmed, “but Harrison and I didn’t really begin to get close until the filming for that was over and I went to visit him and Tom in London before the press tour. He was actually the one to convince me to audition for this movie, so naturally, most of the success is owed to him.”

“That’s so sweet,” Christine awed, putting a hand to her heart, “you guys really are the dream team. Are there any projects for the two of you currently?”

“I just got the contract for a Netflix show,” Harrison announced proudly, “I can’t go into too much detail yet, but it is the next in line for me, so I’m beyond excited about that.”

“I was going to sign onto a new movie during the break we had between filming and the press tour, but I decided to focus my priorities on my friends and family,” you explained, “I missed them all so much while filming, and I wanted to be there to support their ventures as well. As of right now, I have a few auditions lined up, but I’m just taking one project at a time; I really have no idea what my next move will be, but it’s a bit more exciting that way.”

“That great,” Christine nodded, “and if there were to be a sequel for Collateral Damage, would you both sign on?”’

“I would,” Harrison nodded, “but honestly, it’s very dependent on what (Y/N) would do. The movie wouldn’t be the same without her, and I’m not sure if it’s right for me to continue an adventure that she’s such a big part of.”

“Aw,” you gushed, squeezing Harrison’s hand, “I would too,” you nodded, “and I can’t say for sure, but based on the book the movie is based on, there is a big chance for a sequel.”

“Right,” Christine snapped her fingers, “it’s a trilogy, right?”

“Yup,” Harrison nodded, “it’s Collateral Damage, Save Our Souls, and Surrender Becomes Power.”

“Have you read them all?” You asked Harrison.

“Yeah, and trust me, I cried for eight days over the last one.”

“Oh, I remember that!” You laughed, “He was AWOL from the group chat for three days and when I finally got a hold of him he was in his pajamas eating ice cream binge-watching The Office.”

“I was grieving.” Harrison defended, “those who’ve read the book know exactly what I’m talking about.”

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Tommy <3: Just landed, can’t wait to see you!!

You: perfect, we’re staying at the Waldorf Astoria. Harry and Tuwaine’s rooms are already booked so they just have to check in! :)

Tommy <3: Does that mean I’m with you?

You: why don’t you come to room 32A and find out? ;)

You laid in bed already in the red lace set you brought, awaiting Tom’s arrival. Cheeky as ever, you even sent him a picture, covering most of the set in a white fluffy robe, but leaving out a red strap, cueing Tom into what was waiting for him.

Tommy <3: You better stay right where you are, woman. God, the things you do to me…

Tom had never checked into a hotel so fast. It was already ten in the evening, and he raced to the elevators, even managing to slam the door in Harry’s face after he made it to your room.

“You’re in the room down the hall!” he yelled from the other side of the door, “goodnight!”

“You have my charger, Tom!” Harry’s voice was muffled on the other end, barely audible to Tom, who was already removing his jacket and bounding for the bedroom.

“Darling!” opened the double doors to the master suite, “Oh, holy hell.” he sighed as he saw you laid out on the bed, red lace clinging to your curves.

“You look exquisite,” Tom murmured, making his way to the bed, “so bloody gorgeous.”

You pulled Tom in the second he reached you, holding him tight in a hungry kiss, “Missed you.” You sighed in between kisses.

**

“Missed you too, love,” Tom smiled. “Missed every part of you, but especially that perfect fucking pussy.”

You moaned as Tom began to claw at your bra in a desperate attempt to remove the fabric. The moment your breasts were set free you felt Tom’s length harden against your leg, straining even in his sweats.

“Mmm, Tom,” you sighed contentedly, as he caressed and licked your nipples, hardening them into firm buds. “I want tonight to be about you.”

You nudged Tom gently, signaling for him to flip over and let you take the lead. As much as he loved control, Tom was desperate and needy after being away from you for so long, so he happily conceded, letting you crawl across his body, helping him remove his t-shirt and sweats, leaving him in his boxers.

You sat comfortably in his lap, legs on either side of his.

“Fucking hell,” Tom groaned as you palmed him through his boxers, taking your sweet time getting him fully hard. “Love you so much.”

You giggled, leaning in to catch his groans between your lips, “love you too.”

You smirked, before you pulled the waistband of his boxers down, as he lifted his bum to help get the boxers off quicker. His length stood tall, slapping against his stomach, small beads of precum already present on the slit.

You licked your hand before rubbing over the head, causing a hiss and groan from Tom, “feels so good darling,” he praised, jaw tightening at the pleasure.

You ran your hand over his shaft and back up to the head in rapid succession, pulling as many groans as you could from his swollen lips. “Shit, babe, shit,” he tossed his head back, basking the shocks of pleasure that ran up his and down his spine.

Just as he began to feel his balls tighten, you pulled away, silencing his pouting with a kiss.

“Are you ready?” You asked, tucking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties to remove them.

“Yes, please darling,” Tom begged, “I’m leaking for you.”

You scoffed, “shut up,” you rolled your eyes, removing your panties.

Just as you were lining Tom up with your cunt, he grabbed your wrist and stopped you, “I get a taste next time.” He stated, rubbing a deft thing over your clit, grinning at the sigh of pleasure you released as you nodded.

You sunk down onto his cock, a small squeak escaping your plump lips he began to fill you up. “Oh fuck,” You hissed, clenching around him.

“Shit, (Y/N),” Tom sighed into the skin of your neck, “fuck I missed this tight pussy, missed it so goddamn much.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself as you began to bounce up and down, savoring the feeling of him filling you up with each thrust. “Feels so good, Tommy,” You gasped, gripping onto his hair.

“Fucking love this,” Tom grunted, planting his feet onto the mattress, fucking up into you, meeting you each time you came back down, “it’s so much better when I give it to you, isn’t it?”

You nodded the best you could, only being able to gasp and moan in response.

“Yeah,” Tom reached between your bodies to toy with your clit, “my slut likes it when I give it to her? Huh?”

“Yes, Tom!” You cried, “Shit, I’m so close.” Tom gripped into your ass, giving it a harsh slap before molding it in his hands, massaging over the red spot.

“Me too,” he groaned, “come on, love. Cum all over me, make a fucking mess.”

You convulsed around him as you tipped over the edge, the flood gates now opened as you cried your release into his neck. Tom gripped onto your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck as he grunted, nearly shaking as he coated your walls with his cum.

You both were breathless, coming down from your highs intertwined with each other. Tom lazily kissed the neck, moving down to your collarbones and then your boobs. You sighed at every kiss and mark left by him on you, loving the feeling of his lips caressing your body.

“Love you so much,” You hummed into his neck.

“Love you too,” Tom sighed, running his warm, callous hand up and down your bareback.

You involuntarily clenched around Tom, causing him to let out a groan and then a chuckle at the sensitivity.

You pecked his lips, smiling as you looked into his warm chestnut eyes, “round two?”

**

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The next morning you woke to Tom giving you soft kisses on your bare shoulder. You smiled softly, turning around to face him.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He cooed, giving you a gentle peck.

“Good morning,” you sighed blissfully, nuzzling into his bare chest, “what time is it?”

“Half-past ten. Harrison texted about ten minutes ago reminding you what time you needed to be up by.”

“We still have a few more hours, right?” You asked, basking in Tom’s warmth.

“Yeah,” He nodded, running his fingers through your tangled hair, “but we need to get up soon, I want to take you out before your show tonight.”

“Where?”

“I was thinking we could go to Times Square and shop for a bit, then maybe lunch? Or the other way around depending on how hungry you are.”

“That sounds wonderful,” You smiled, “let’s go get ready.”

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“Harry,” Tom groaned, “stop trying to intrude on our date.”

“I need a new toothbrush, Tom.”

“Then go to a convenience store!”

“I won’t even be around you guys,” Harry explained, “just go off on your own to have changing room sex or something.”

“W-We do not have changing room sex!” Tom gasped.

“Yeah,” you piped up from the other side of the lobby as you walked over to the boys, “strictly shower and bed sex.” you joked, causing Harry to laugh, but Tom to groan.

“You guys suck.” He grumbled, rubbing his forehead.

“Oh hush,” You shushed him with a kiss on the cheek, “just let Harry come, he’s got his own things going on anyways.”

“Fine.” Tom conceded as you walked out of the hotel to the black SUV waiting for you.

The Times Square strip was beautiful, the billboards and signs twinkled and danced around while you, Tom, and Harry moved from store to store. What made it even better was the few fans that greeted you and asked for pictures, rather than the hoards you’d been getting accustomed to.

Part of you was nervous about going to such a busy place to shop, but everyone seemed to be in their own little world, not paying any mind to you guys. It was a nice refresher from the hectic crowds thrust upon you and Harrison these past few weeks. One of the worst occasions being when Harrison intercepted a drink thrown at you. He smelled like blue Slurpee during the entire dinner, and his white shirt was blue and sticky.

“I’ll be right back,” You nodded to the restrooms in the little cafe you went to for lunch, “I’m gonna go use the bathroom.”

“Okay,” Tom hummed, focused on his phone, taking the time between shopping at eating to look at emails and work out his scheduling for the next few months.

As he was reading an email from a new director he was planning on working with, his phone began going off with notifications of him being tagged in a photo. Usually, he just ignored when he was tagged in pictures and videos, he was tagged in hundreds of pictures and fan edits each day, so it was impossible for him to look through all of them, but now he was being tagged in hundreds of photos and videos, just in the ten or so minutes he’d been sat down.

“Yo,” Harry called his attention from across the table, “look at all these tweets.”

Harry flipped his phone over and handed it to Tom. His name was trending on celebrity news with photos of him, you, and Harry surfacing from your shopping trip. The photos showed you and Tom holding hands casually while Harry strolled behind you.

You never explicitly tried to keep your relationship a secret, but the media hadn’t yet found out about you and Tom, and with the speculation of you and Harrison being an item, social media was baffled.

“Is she dating Tom?? What??” One comment wrote with a few puke emojis, “I can’t even fathom this…”

“Tom, I love you but you are crushing my dreams here.” Another person commented on the pictures, already garnering hundreds of thousands of likes.

“What a snake, stealing his best friends girl…”

#HomewreckerHolland began trending, not very high up, but high enough to piss Tom off. Everyone was so accepting of a relationship that wasn’t even real, but now that they see the truth they refuse to accept it, and it was fueling Tom’s anger.

You were no better. You never addressed all of the rumors circling the internet, you just let them slide, even when you saw how much they hurt Tom. At times, you even indulged in what the fans wanted by giving Harrison a kiss on the cheek or posing for photos with him.

Tom could feel the venomous pit of anger building its way up to his brain. “Hey,” You said, once you arrived back at the table, taking a seat next to Tom. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You placed your hand on Tom’s shoulder. Only for him to shake you off.

You looked at Harry for answers, but he just shook his head.

“Tom, what’s going on?”

“I can’t believe you,” Tom muttered, “look at this shit.” He practically shoved the phone in your hands.

“What?” You began to look through the photos and the hashtags, frowning when you saw how awful the media was to Tom. “Tom, I’m sorry. I’m sure they don’t mean it, they just don’t know—”

“It doesn’t matter,” Tom spat, standing up with his jacket, “they know enough and they don’t like it. Simple as that.”

“Who cares if they like it,” You protested, “it’s not their lives, it’s ours.”

“Yeah, (Y/N), and it’s my image that’s being dragged through the mud.”

“Tom,” You stood up as well, “You’re not being fair.”

“Yes, I am!” Tom seethed, “If you would’ve just denied all of the dating rumors instead of practically pouncing on Harrison whenever you were together then maybe people wouldn’t have shit to say about this! But they do because you can’t keep your bloody hands to yourself!”

Tears began to brim in your eyes as Tom’s words knocked the wind out of you. He wasn’t even remorseful, even after seeing the tears slip past your eyes, coating your rosy cheeks.

“What about you?” You argued, “Fans have been shipping you with Zendaya for years, Tom, but I don’t let it get to me because I know I have you. I’m content just knowing that you fall asleep in my arms.”

Harry stood up now too, putting himself between you and Tom, facing the latter. “Mate,” He chastised his brother, “calm down. It’s not (Y/N)’s fault.”

“It is!” Tom insisted, “You could’ve just explained to the media, the second you saw the rumors, you could’ve said something but you didn’t! I’ve said countless times that Z and I are just friends, but you just let them say shit that isn’t even true!” Tom pointed an angry finger at you, hollering his distaste, “You might as well fuck Harrison since it’s what the goddamn world wants anyways!”

“Fuck you, Tom.” You spat before gathering your shopping bags and leaving the cafe, heading outside to hail a taxi back to the hotel rather than going back in the black car waiting for you, Tom and Harry.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Harry shook his head, disappointment lacing his tone as he reprimanded his brother. “What the actual fuck is your problem?”

“I—” Tom was still seething, red hot anger was burning his eye with unshed tears, “she just—I can’t fucking believe her.”

“I can’t fucking believe you, Tom.” Harry frowned, gathering his things as well, “You’re on your own for this one, Mate.” Harry sighed, rushing out the door to try and catch up with you.

Tom gathered his belongings, shaking his hand, trying to get the anger out of his system so he could think clearly. But his whole head was foggy with rage.

`He made his way back to the black car and instructed the driver to head back to the hotel, explaining that you and Harry had gotten back via taxi. He didn’t question it and drove Tom back.

When he got back to your room, his luggage was thrown out into the hallway, along with the necklace he’d given you that you always wore. Harrison and Tuwaine watched from the doorway of their room as Tom gathered his things, the reality of what he had said finally sinking into his gut.

Harry explained what had happened when he got back, and Harrison and Tuwaine just looked on disappointedly.

Harry opened his room for Tom to stay in, but he refused to talk to him about it, too ashamed of how spiteful his own brother could be.

Harrison, Tuwaine, and Harry discussed it amongst themselves, trying to figure out the best course of action moving forward. You didn’t need to appear at your interview with Jimmy Fallon until eight that evening, giving the boys only a few hours to do damage control on the situation.

Harrison agreed to talk to Tom while Harry attempted to console you, though you refused to let anyone into your room and it was unlikely you would change your stance for a Holland, even if he wasn’t the one that had hurt you.

“Tom,” Harrison, entered Harry’s room where Tom was laying on the bed in an emotional rut. His eyes were hazy and shiny from tears but he wasn't crying, “what the hell, man?”

Tom groaned, shoving his head into the throw pillows on the bed, “I know, I know. I fucked up.”

“Yeah,” Harrison agreed, sitting on the armchair in the room. “What’re you gonna do?”

“I don’t know,” Tom mumbled, “I’m still so mad, I-I just can’t fix this right now.”

“You know,” Harrison began, “I get why you’re mad, I really do. So does (Y/N). Every time the paparazzi would get a photo of us she was so stressed about how you’d react. Every interview she tried to stay amicable, bubbly, and friendly—and she did—but afterward, she’d was worried about how the media would portray our relationship. She could hardly enjoy herself on the press tour for her movie because she was so focused on how you’d feel.” Harrison sighed, “She always cared about your feelings like that. She told me not to tell you, but she turned down a major movie when you were filming Cherry. She wanted to be by your side when you got into that headspace. She wanted to be the one to pull you back. She turned down what could’ve been the best deal in her career for you.”

“I didn’t ask her to do that—”

“But she did.” Harrison snapped, “And you couldn’t even give her the benefit of the doubt. The media will say what it wants. What matters is what the truth is, what your friends and family know, what she knows, what you know. And right now, all I know is that you need to make it up to her, any way possible, because she didn’t deserve that.”

“What do I do?” Tom asked, rubbing his eyes, “I messed up so bad. I just love her so much, it makes me fucking crazy sometimes. Every time I see her out with you, I see how the media twists the perspective, it hurts. I know I need to be better, I need to move past that, it’s just hard.”

“I posted a statement today defining (Y/N) and I’s relationship.” Harrison stated, “Overall, the fans aren’t the happiest, that’s true. But eventually, they’ll have to learn to accept it. (Y/N) is beautiful, funny, and kind, but she’s not my girl, Tom, and I’m perfectly fine with that.”

Harrison fiddled with the rings on his fingers, “Harry’s helping (Y/N) get ready the best he can, then we’re leaving to go to the studio. You’re still welcome to come.” Harrison stood up and walked over to Tom, patting his back gently, before leaving.

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“And with me here tonight is two of Hollywood's hottest stars, Harrison Osterfield and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” Jimmy announced, clapping along with his audience.

The music started playing while you and Harrison smiled, walking out onto the stage and waving. Jimmy greeted you once you made it to the small sofa next to his desk, giving you praises and well wishes before you sat down.

“Wow,” Jimmy smiled, sitting back down, “you two look amazing tonight, how are you?”

You and Harrison both nodded, “I’m good,” You smiled, “this is pretty much the last stop on tour, so I’m kind of disappointed for it to come to an end, but I’m so happy for the experience.”

“What are both of your plans for after the tour?” Jimmy asked.

“I’m going back to London to visit family, and then I’m starting the filming of a series,” Harrison said proudly.

“I’m probably going to head back to my hometown in Chicago and settle down with my family for a bit. I have a few auditions and offers lined up, but I really miss my family and I just need a bit of calm after this storm.”

Harrison furrowed his brows, he was sure you said you were going back to London with him and the boys. You must’ve changed your mind after the fight. He didn’t blame you of course. Tom was being completely unreasonable, it was only logical that you wouldn’t want to be stuck in a city with him for god knows how long.

Tom showed up late, finally pulling himself out of his reverie, ready to apologize and make it up to you. He was backstage with Harry and Tuwaine, watching the show on the T.V. in the dressing rooms. When he heard that you wanted to go back home instead of going to London with him, his heart sank to his feet.

Anyone would have registered you as tired or dazed, but he and the rest of the boys could see the little glint of sadness in your eyes when you announce your decision. Knowing the reason behind your choice was solely Tom, made him feel like shit. He was driving away the only thing that mattered to him, and he couldn’t stop it.

He was almost positive that he was the storm you were referring to.

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Jimmy greeted you and Harrison was the show was over, “That was great, guys.” He smiled warmly, “It’s been a pleasure to meet you and I’d love to have you back in the future.”

“Of course,” You nodded, “thank you so much for having us.”

Once Jimmy was gone, your belongings were packed up, and you were ready to head back to the hotel, Tom decided to make his move.

“(Y/N),” Tom walked up to you in yours and Harrison’s dressing room. “Can we talk? Please?”

Harrison gave you a look, silently asking if you were okay talking to him, you nodded so he left the room, leaving you with Tom.

“(Y/N),” Tom began, sighing dejectedly, “I am so so so sorry, I-I was just being so insecure and I was worried and I acted like an ass. You didn't deserve that, all you’ve ever done is love and support me, and I appreciate you so much for it. It’s my insecurity, it’s my problem, and I need to be the one to do better.”

You frowned, “I just don’t understand,” you said softly, “all I ever wanted was for you to feel safe, loved, and comfortable, and I thought I was doing a good job at that.” You chuckled bitterly, “But you just couldn’t get out of your own head, and somehow I’m the one that got shot down for it.”

“I know,” Tom nodded, “and I’m so beyond sorry. I love you so much, and I need to trust you like you trust me. I never want to lose you (Y/N). And I understand if I’ve already lost you. As much as it hurts, I understand. I just want you to know that that’s not what I wanted to—”

“I know,” You interrupted, “I know you love me, and I know that you didn’t mean to hurt me, but you did. I love you too, Tom, and I don’t want to lose you. This isn’t the end, I just—I’m so hurt.” Your voice broke as you said the last word, tears beginning to slip past your eyelids. Tom immediately pulled you into a hug while you sniffled into his blazer. It broke his heart more than he could possibly fathom to see you cry in his arms, it nearly killed him to know that he was the cause for your tears.

“I’m sorry,” Tom squeezed you, “I’m so sorry, love.” You squeezed back, trying your best to calm the onslaught of tears you were holding off during the show. “A-Are you going to Chicago?” Tom asked hesitantly.

The original plan was for you to go to London with him and the boys and spend the next few weeks with him and his family, but it was understandable if you wanted to change that.

“Yeah,” You nodded sadly as you pulled away, “I just need to see my family, I miss them so much.”

“I understand,” Tom nodded, “I could come visit you there if you want?” Tom offered.

You wiped your eyes and gave Tom a small smile, “That’d be really nice. My dad’s been dying to meet you.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “Well that’s reassuring,” he joked, pulling you back in for another hug, “are we gonna be okay?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, pulling away to give him a chaste kiss, “we’ll be okay.”

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“Tommy!” you squealed when you opened the door to your family home, only to find your amazing, handsome, British boyfriend on the doorstep. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“I wanted to surprise you, love,” Tom smiled, lifting you up in a hug and spinning you around. “Happy one year, darling.”

“I missed you so much,” You littered Tom’s face with kisses once he set you down, “Let’s never spend a minute apart again, that was torture.”

“It was only a few weeks?”

“A few weeks of hell,” You joked, grabbing his hand and leading him through the house, “come on! Everyone’s gonna love you.”

Tom laughed as you dragged him around the house, introducing him to your parents, your siblings, and your nieces and nephews. You’d talked about all of them before, but he never realized what a big family you actually have.

Now, he was all the more excited about the little, velvet box in his carry-on. Now that he could see what a loving family he’d be joining.

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Warnings: oral(f receiving), fingering, riding, unprotected sexxx

You glanced to the top right of your phone screen seeing that it was nearly midnight. Everything in you said to shut it off and go to bed, that would be the smart thing to do, but you weren't exactly known for doing the smart thing or making the best choices. You stared at your keyboard for way too long before writing out a simple text to your best friend.

Y- you up?

Immediately the three little dots appeared making your stomach tighten and your thighs clench together in anticipation. This had become a routine. Late night booty calls, or early morning hookups. It was just how things worked, how they had seemed to work for quite some time now.

Obviously at the beginning it had been just a simple agreement to help each other out, you know how it goes. You get so busy, and you find physical comfort from someone close to you. In this case, Haz…

You'd be kidding if you said you hadn't always wanted it to come to this, but now that you had whatever it was you had with him, you couldn't help but want more. "No feelings. Don't fall in love." Whoever decided that was an easy rule of thumb had obviously never hooked up with her closest friend.

Maybe it was the way he had become so familiar with your body, or maybe it was just who he was. Regardless, you were too far in now to escape.

Your phone pinged with his response.

H- Was already on my way (;

And so the story goes. Girl meets boy, girl befriends boy, girl sleeps with boy, girl falls in love with boy, all while boy is painfully oblivious.

It was just how things went. You knew deep down that it would never change, you would never be the girl Haz brought home to his family, or got down on one knee for. You probably wouldn't ever even get a date out of him, so this is what you settled for. Late night sex, and then disappointment when he leaves imediantly after, (even though it was a rule you decided on, to avoid feelings, but lord knows it's two late for that now..)

There was a quiet knock on the front door of your apartment, you rushed from where you were in your bedroom to the door, opening it and grabbing a red nosed Harrison by the collar and yanking him inside.

You were instantly met with a chuckle before his lips were on yours and his hands firmly on your hips. His lips were cold but soft against your warm lips. He pulled away slightly to look at you and smile. "I missed you, you know," he whispered, pressing a light kiss to your nose. It was a rather intimate gesture, accompanied by intimate words.

"We were just together this afternoon," you giggled.

He shook his head, as he wrapped one arm around your back pulling your body against his.

"But we weren't 'together', we were just around each other, and the whole time all I could think about, was how much I wanted to crash my lips into yours, slide my hands down your back and hoist you up into my arms and carry you to my room and make sweet, sweet love to you," he told you. He smirked as he watched your eyes widen at his words.

"Haz-" you whispered.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours, it was a different kiss than you usually shared, not being completely lust filled and demanding, usually it was very little kissing, and much more doing, but as you stood in your entryway hands around his neck with his lips melding with yours in precise movements, you felt as though something had changed.

"God you're so perfect," he mumbled against your lips, he took the opportunity to pick you up and practically throw you over his shoulder.

"Harrison!" You squealed as he began walking back to your bedroom.

He placed you gently on your bed pushing you down as he climbed over you and began to assault your exposed skin with kisses and nibbles. "You know," he began as he hooked his hand in the waistband of your pajama shorts, looking up to you to make sure you were ok with what he was doing. You nodded eagerly as he peeled the shorts from your legs. "Tom thinks there is something going on between us," he chuckled as he stood up unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the ground.

"Oh, he does?" You asked.

"Mhmm, says there's an obvious tension between us and we need to sit down and air it all out," he chuckled. He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall before stepping out of them.

"And what did you say?" You wondered as you watched him climb back on your bed and over to where you were propped up on your elbows.

"I told him to mind his own business," He announced proudly before grabbing the hem of your shirt and peeling it upwards. You sat up, letting him take the fabric from over your head before tossing it to the ground with his own discarded clothes.

You were left with only your panties on, practically naked as he sat on his knees in only his boxers, eyes trailing over your body. "God," he sighed as he ran his hand from your lower stomach up your chest, stopping at your breasts. "Who knew that perfection could be so well hidden?" He asked, leaning forward and taking your nipple into his mouth as his hand remained cupped on your other boob.

You let out light moans at the sensation of his tongue circling the bud and flicking over it before he released it with a popping noise and went over to the other, doing the same thing to that one.

You let your head fall back as you felt his lips trailing up to your neck.

"Hazzy," you moaned.

He grabbed your face gently with one hand, turning it to his before reconnecting your lips in a soft kiss.

"Can I be honest with you?" He asked, suddenly pulling away.

"Please," you told him, propping yourself up again.

"I don't think I can keep doing this," he said.

You felt your stomach drop, you didn't want this to end. You stared at him as he sat there looking at you, with a small smile on his face.

"You want this to stop?" You managed to force out.

"What? No, no that's not what I meant," he said, coming closer to you. "I just don't want to keep up the charade of not being able to be with you in front of people," he whispered before pressing his lips back into yours.

"But the rules," you reasoned as his lips trailed down your jaw and then down your neck.

"Fuck the rules," he mumbled as he licked a line from between your breasts down to your completely drenched panties.

You giggled as he nudged your clit with his nose pressing kisses on your core.

You let your head fall back, enjoying the sensation and the pleasure he was giving you. He slipped your panties to the side running his tongue through your soaking folds before pushing a finger into you and causing you to moan out. He knew exactly where you wanted him, exactly how to touch you to make you come undone. He knew your body like the back of his hand and he prided himself on that fact.

"Harrison," you panted as he fucked his finger in and out of you, tounge attacking your swollen clit, he added another finger easily, causing a loud moan to leave your lips as your hands flew down clutching onto his sandy curls.

He pulled his face away from your pussy, watching the fucked out expression on your face as his finger stroked against your g spot with every thrust untill you couldn't take it anymore. Your legs tried to clench together as your orgasm washed over you, the Explosion rendering you useless as whimpers left your mouth until it was over.

You opened your eyes and saw Harrison looking at you intently as you laid there before him. "What?" You asked him.

"I just can't believe you're real some of the time," he chuckled.

"Well I am," you said, "I can prove it too," you told him as you pushed yourself up, throwing one of your legs over his lap to straddle him.

"We still have too much clothes on," he whispered as you thrust your hips against his, feeling his clothed hard member rubbing on your clothed core.

You got up on your knees allowing for him to yank his boxers down to his knees. You pushed your panties to the side again, not having the willpower or patience to take them off. Before you lined his aching cock up at your entrance.

You let yourself sink down onto him as he groaned at the sensation. "Fuck y/n," he sighed as you rolled your hips on his.

You began to bounce up and down on his cock as his lips assaulted your throat leaving marks that would be a pain in the ass to cover, but you couldn't care less as his cock hit the spot deep inside you that drove you crazy.

"Hazzy," you moaned out as you felt your walls start clenching around him.

He took that as an opportunity to pick you up and flip you over all without disconnecting the two of you.

He laid you back onto the bed, and grabbed your leg placing it on his shoulder as he started to thrust in and out of you at a feverish pace. You couldn't help the sounds coming from your mouth. You panted and moaned with every stroke and every thrust. You weren't sure you could take much more as he began rubbing your swollen clit, making you gasp. Your walls clenched around him as your second orgasm ripped through your body, feeling like a million bucks as Harrison continued to work you through it with ridged thrusts until his own release washed over him and he fell forward to your chest.

You both laid there, sweaty and out of breath as you tried to pull yourselves back together.

"Iloveyou," Harrison mumbled into your breasts, but you couldn't hear him over your breathing. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes until Harrison sat up.

Your head fell back onto the mattress as he got up from where he had been positioned between your legs a few seconds prior. "Where are you going?" You asked, not having the energy to look up to him.

"Have an interview in the morning, I should probably head back to mine," he said nonchalantly. You pushed yourself onto your elbows despite how much your body was screaming at you not to. You had said no feelings in the beginning, and to keep on that, you had also agreed not sleeping over, but that didn't make it hurt less.

"You can stay for a bit, you know," you told him. "If you'd like," you added, not wanting to seem desperate for him.

He looked over to you with his piercing blue eyes and a small smirk, as he buttoned up the light green shirt. "Thought we said no sleep overs," he quipped.

You shrugged your shoulders as you watched him stop what he had been doing, leaving the top few buttons undone. "Rules can change, right," you whispered, biting your bottom lip in anticipation remembering how just a bit ago he had said 'fuck the rules'.

"Oh yeah," he asked, "and what happens if we break this rule? You think I won't break every other one?"

You chuckled as he began to undo the buttons letting the shirt fall off of his body and back to the ground. "Would breaking all the others be the worst thing?" You wondered.

"I've already broken the most important one," he informed you as he crawled back into bed, and pulled you into his arms. "No harm in breaking all the rest, right?" He chuckled as he placed a single kiss on your neck.

You looked at him as he settled next to you, unsure of exactly what he meant. "And what was the most important one?" You wondered.

"To not fall in love with you," he whispered in your ear.

Tagging ❤️

Jealousy.

That little green-eyed monster was creeping up the back of (Y/n)'s neck and dwelling in the pit of her stomach. She was jealous that he was somewhere else with someone else and not with her. Why was (Y/n) even bothered by the fact that Harrison wasn't here?

Tom was here, he had been here with her since he came back that day last week. He had stayed with her, gone home to get washed and changed and then come straight back to her. His parents and brothers had been here, they had kindly brought her grandma down to see her everyday and made sure she was never alone.

But today she was going home. She was going home and for some strange, uncertain reason, (Y/n) was yearning for Harrison to be here with her for her to go home.

"Are you ready to go?"

Casting her eyes up, (Y/n) looked at Tom who stood leaning in the doorway of her room, his hands stuffed into his pockets and his lips curved into a gentle, loving smile.

"Yeah," (Y/n) outwardly cringed at how horrid her words sounded, she was drunk in a bar trying and failing to ask for another drink.

It felt horrid that her mouth wasn't under her control, she could feel it slanting down at the side but she couldn't pull the muscles back up. It was almost funny, (Y/n) had never had to think about keeping her mouth in a straight line and she didn't even realise her muscles were always working so her lips didn't slope down to one side like this. Now she couldn't even force her lips back into their usual shape.

Her words sounded slurred, broken, quiet and mixed with spit and she hated it. She wasn't a toddler, (Y/n) knew how to speak and pronounce words but she was now being told that she was going to need to come back to the hospital twice a week for speech therapy and then again another two times for physical therapy. On Tuesdays she would go to speech therapy then straight to physical therapy, then the same on a Friday so she wasn't coming back to the hospital almost every day of the week.

"Okay honey, here are your meds to take home, some workout sheets you can do at home and some little weights and bits you can take with you."

The nurse (Y/n) had come to know as Hilda walked past Tom, patting his shoulder before she placed the plastic bag of meds into (Y/n)'s duffel bag and put a carrier bag down next to it for her to take with her.

The staff had been amazing with (Y/n), they had dealt with all her moods, with her lashing out when they only tried to help her to the toilet or for a wash. She hit the medication pot out of Hilda's hand at one point and she simply smiled and sat talking to her until she calmed down. They had done their very best for her and (Y/n) would be forever grateful, but she couldn't bring herself to talk to any of them while she had been here for a week. She shook her head, waved her good hand at them or moaned at them.

"Let's get you up and off on your way." Hilda moved her arms out towards (Y/n) in an attempt to try and get her up off the edge of the bed but she pulled her arms back when (Y/n) roughly shook her head and pulled her right shoulder away from her.

"I can d-do it."

Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) leaned her weight onto her right hand that was pressed down into the mattress and slowly shuffled her bum off the edge, her weight shifting to her feet. It felt strange to stand up and have her left leg be completely numb and trembling beneath her. One half of her body was hers and the other half had been replaced with that of a baby that couldn't stand, hold their weight, sit up or babble yet.

A sense of pride and achievement bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest at the fact that she was stood up on her own two feet without a nurse or Tom there holding her up making her feel like a fake.

Her body slowly turned to the left where the crutches were leaning against the wall for her to take home with her. But she couldn't move properly without them, she couldn't hop because her left side lagged behind and made her fall, it was like hauling another person around that was limp and lifeless.

A gasp flew from (Y/n)'s lips when she tried shuffling her right side towards the crutches but unbalanced her other side in the process. She shuffled, flew then slumped down to the floor, landing on the left side of her body that didn't even feel any pain.

(Y/n) couldn't push herself up when her good side wasn't properly on the floor. She pressed her forehead against the floor to try and push some of her weight up just as she felt Tom's hands on her sides and his body kneeling next to her.

"Baby- baby please just let me help you up." Tom could feel the tears falling from his burning eyes when (Y/n) tried wriggling out of his grip. He knew she wanted to do this on her own and he was so, so proud of her for that but there were just things she couldn't do alone yet. She couldn't expect to be able to do everything as before and help herself without any assistance. (Y/n) needed to learn to accept help where it was necessary like this.

The scream that passed through (Y/n)'s lips made Tom coil in on himself and shrink against her but he couldn't let go of her.

Despite her screams and pleas, Tom secured his arms around (Y/n)'s waist, holding her back to his chest before he pulled them both up to their feet. His lips pressed to the back of her head against her hair, silent, hushing words passing through his lips while Hilda got the crutches and handed them to (Y/n).

Her hand pushed them away before she tried to turn in Tom's arms, not even being able to do that anymore made her scream harder. Her voice drowned out in Tom's chest but she kept screaming anyway because he was listening. Someone was listening to her pleas for help, for her life to be given back to her the way it should be.

"Shh baby, I've got you."

She could feel him kissing her forehead, gently swaying them side to side and the little nothings he was whispering in her ear made her eyes water. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Tom's arms were doing much more than simply stopping her from falling again and he knew it, he was holding all of her broken pieces together, praying they didn't fall apart.

This wasn't going to be easy.

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All (Y/n) wanted to do was go to bed and sleep for eternity until she could wake up and have her body back to normal, back under her own control.

Why were they here?

Pent up anger, frustration and white rage boiled to the surface of (Y/n)'s skin until she was starting to have a cold sweat and steam was coming from her ears. What were they doing here in her home? Why was Tom's mum fluttering round the kitchen making drinks? Why was his dad laughing and chatting away to Paddy while the twins were laughing at something on their phones?

This wasn't a welcome home party. (Y/n) hadn't been away on holiday or somewhere for college or been away at uni. She hadn't just had a baby that they were welcoming home. It wasn't her birthday. She hadn't just moved into the apartment with Tom. It wasn't an anniversary for them or anyone else so there was no reason for everyone to be crowding round here chatting and laughing like nothing was wrong in the world.

They shouldn't be here in her home like they were partying when really they were here to see how she was and watch her settle in like spectators paying to see a show.

"Oh sweetheart you're back. How are you?"

(Y/n) couldn't bring herself to look at Nicki who was always so loving and like the mother she never had. She couldn't give her an answer because Nicki wouldn't be able to understand what she was saying and a smile wasn't even something she could do anymore.

She opted to simply hobble into the apartment instead, putting the crutches in front of her, hopping on her right foot and then dragging her left foot and leg behind her like a dead weight. The little tricks and exercises they showed her to try and get her leg back in action was too much hassle right now when she wanted to be quick and hurry away from everyone.

For a few moments, all eyes were watching her, seeing her reactions, watching her expressions and trying to work out where she was going and what she was trying to do. But then the conversations slowly started back up again when Tom shook his head at his family. They were to act like nothing had happened, this was a normal family gathering that (Y/n) wasn't at the centre of, to make her feel more relaxed in her own home.

With a grunt and a frustrated growl, (Y/n) hazardly threw the crutches away from her, watching them crash into the coffee table and rattle the coasters and two mugs resting there but she didn't care. The noise made everyone freeze and it was like irony that she didn't want their attention but liked their panicked expressions when they watched her act like a spoilt child.

She flopped down onto the sofa, not caring that it wasn't a particularly comfy position. Her hips twisted and bent with her lower legs hanging over the side of the sofa but her upper half laid out on the sofa like someone had moved her in her sleep.

"Here," Harry whispered quietly, placing a cup of herbal tea down on the coffee table before handing (Y/n) the tv remote, knowing she wanted to be in her own world right now.

She stayed silent but her eyes seemed to thaw a little which gave Harry the thanks she couldn't verbalise.

(Y/n) felt herself drifting in her own world, their voices faded into nothing, their hustling around her were ignored and even when her name was quietly mentioned, (Y/n) didn't have the will to care or try and listen to them. She stared blankly at the tv, watching an old Mickey Mouse movie on the kids channel so she could drift into her mind. She was already accepting the fact that from now on, she would be stuck in her mind which would be her sanctuary and her insanity.

A wave of affection and sadness rushed through (Y/n) when Tom came over to her, resting his hand on her hip before he leaned and placed a straw in her cup of tea. Harry hadn't realised that if she tried to drink out the cup, it would dribble and spill down her shirt. A straw was her lifeline for drinks at the moment.

(Y/n) found herself almost asleep on the sofa until a hand gently swatted at the back of her thigh before the fingers started to dance up her leg, over her hip and along her arm. Then she felt the sofa thud when a body flopped down next to her head and sank into the deep, plush cushions.

"Hey there sunshine."

A gurgling gasp left (Y/n)'s lips at that soft voice she had only heard in her dreams for a week now.

She couldn't properly tilt her head up but when she managed it, her eyes locked on Harrison. His big blue doe eyes staring down at her, his lips curved into the most gentle, melting smile she had seen on him in weeks that made her want to smile too. His eyes were hiding purple circles beneath them that were tinged red which also coloured the whites of his eyes too.

He looked tired beyond belief, his eyes older than their years and the creases in his skin showed he was out of energy but he was still smiling at her.

"You're here... I... I thought y-you didn't want to see me." Her words were very slow, calculated and sounded like they were spoken through a tunnel with the wrong echoes coming back to her. She could see him straining to understand what she was telling him but he worked out each word she said.

"I felt bad, I was wrong to... I was wrong and I couldn't do anything to help you. You needed to recover so it was best to let Tom help but I won't ignore your messages anymore."

Harrison's eyes flitted around the room, checking who was listening or close by before he changed his words. He had been wrong to try and kiss (Y/n) and he was hoping she thought it was just in the spur of the moment after thinking the worst for her life. He couldn't have her knowing how much he loved her, she had to focus on recovering and getting better and she had Tom and his family for that, Harrison couldn't give her any extra stress right now.

"You wanna sit up?"

(Y/n) nodded before she pushed her forehead into the sofa and pressed her right hand down to try and shuffle herself up. Her chest tightened and a squeak got swallowed down when she felt Harrison's shoulder suddenly press just under her collar bone. He leaned close to her before gently nudging her with a cheesy grin like he was a dog helping her up with his nose.

His shoulder was a resting post helping to push her without him actually grabbing at her and doing it for her, allowing (Y/n) to push herself up and flop back into the sofa sitting upright.

"Baby, mum's making some lasagne, you want some?" Tom smiled over at Harrison, patting his shoulder before he sat down on (Y/n)'s other side. He could feel his smile start to slip away when (Y/n)'s face seemed to fall and she shook her head. "You need to eat, you haven't had a lot recently."

Lasagne was something (Y/n) loved and it was also something soft and very easier for her to eat. She had to have soft foods at the moment until she built back the strength and control in her jaw and facial muscles to eat properly.

(Y/n) didn't want to eat.

She didn't want people cutting up her food for her, observing her as she ate and watching if she could manage. She could eat fine with her right hand but she had to have small mouthfuls because her mouth was still drooped to the side and it meant if she had a full mouth the food would pass through her lips. She felt like a child with people wanting to spoon-feed her and watch her so she didn't choke. Even when having a drink she seemed to spill it either from the cup or from her lips and get it everywhere.

"Come on sunshine, Nicki's food is legendary." Harrison rested his elbow on the back of the sofa and his head on his hand, smiling gently over at (Y/n) but their persuasions didn't seem like they were going to work.

"This isn't me, I'm not li..living like this."

A sadness washed over Tom, his eyes locking with Harrison whose smile faded and was replaced with sorrow.

He leaned over and kissed (Y/n)'s cheek before taking her hand in his to try and give them both a sense of comfort.

(Y/n) couldn't live like this, she wouldn't allow herself to continue like this. Her mind was already made up and she didn't care what anyone said or tried to do to persuade her otherwise. She was going to go to physio and speech therapy, she was going to do her best and work as much as she could to get herself back to how she was before the stroke. But if it took too long or it wasn't working, (Y/n) wasn't going to live like this.