#harrison osterfiled

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"It's so quite," you sighed, stretching out your legs under the table. "Weird," Tom agreed, opening the menu. His eyes scanned over the selection before he continued, "wonder how Harrison is doing?" ---------------------------- "And then the Elephant went to bed. The End," Harrison finished the story, closing the book with a soft 'thud'. "Again!" Alex cheered, Ella gargling her agreement. Harrison sighed but obeyed, opening the book with a tight lipped smile. ---------------------------- "It was so nice for him to offer, you know?" You watched as the waitress took your orders to the kitchen before your eyes landed on Tom again. "Yeah," he fiddled with the centre piece on the table, "it'd be nice for Robin to have a sleepover with them." You laughed at the concept, Tom too, "yeah," he giggled, "if they sleep." ----------------------------- "-went to bed. The End," with a more hurried 'thud', Harrison ended the book. To his glee, he could see Alex's eyes dropping closed, Ella already snuggled between Robin and Alex. Harrison leant over, kissing the kids foreheads before slowly tiptoeing out of the room. ----------------------------- "I hope they have an easy night," Tom muses in between bites of pasta, mouth covered in sauce. "They should do," you agreed, sipping your wine before resuming your meal. ----------------------------- "Uncle Haz," Harrison startled, turning around to seeing a sleepy Alex standing in the kitchen doorway. Rachel cooed at him from the counter island, making her way over. He happily curled into her arms, a soft "Aunty Rachel" mumbled into her neck. "What is is Al?" Harrison made his way over, running his hand through Alex's hair. "Where's mummy and daddy?" Alex drawled, turning his head towards Harrison. "They're having mummy and daddy time," Harrison mused, smiling at the toddler. "M'kay," Alex's eyes slowly slid closed again, and he held closer to Rachel. ----------------------------- "It's going to be weird actually having a full nights sleep," you held onto Toms hand as he lead you to the car. "Not being disturbed every momient," you chuckled, winking at Tom as he smirked over at you. "Not having to be quiet," Tom whispered into your ear before opening the door to the car for you. You hoped in, and he rounded the car and jumped into the drivers seat quickly. ------------------------ Rachel took Alex back to the children's room, Harrison following after. Trying to put him back in bed was more of a problem than predicted, with Alex clinging onto Rachel's neck and refusing to let go, starting to tear up. Harrison sighed, running a tired hand down his face, "Come on Alex," he grabbed one of the toddlers hands, "you need to go bed." "No," the kid complained, sticking his bottom lip out, "not without mummy and daddy." Harrison gritted his teeth, but nodded, reaching his hands out to take the young boy. Alex uncurled himself from around Rachel, clambering into Harrison's arms. Resting his head on his unofficial uncle, Alex sighed, eyes closing as his hands fisted around the fabric of Harrison's shirt. ------------------ "It's so quite," you mumbled, head resting on Toms bare chest. "I know," Tom ran his hand up and down your spine, listening to the nothingness from the rest of the house. For a few minutes, you both stayed silent, before Tom pulled you up his body, until you were lying on top of him, "how about we fix that?" He smirked. ------------------ The next morning, with the children all rested and now awake, the Osterfield household was being ripped apart by two hyper toddlers and a stumbling baby. "Robin! Put that down!" Harrison grabbed at his son, who gleefully ran away, Alex following close behind. Ella was currently being held hostage in the kitchen, Rachel trying to feed her, but instead the little girl was wailing and flailing in protest. A knock on the door caused Harrison to curse for the intrusion. But it distracted the two boys, who stopped their steps, allowing Harrison to scope them both up. He then hurried over to the door, somehow getting it open without dropping the wiggling kids. "Hi- what?" You stopped your greeting, freezing at the sight. A half dressed Harrison covered in baby food and marker pens, holding the two boys, both of which were upside down, Robin with an ornament grasped in his tiny hands. "Daddy!" An excited Alex cheered, lifting his arms in excitement, ending up rocking his body back and forth. "What the hell?" Tom grabbed his son, flattening his hair as Alex cuddled up to him. You leant down, grabbing Robin and straitening the boy in your arms. Harrison grabbed the ornament from his son, wiping the drool off of it on his pyjama bottoms before sending a lopsided grin to you both. "Hi." "Is that sharpie?" Tom pointed out, squinted at the doodles over Harrison's chest. "Yeah," he looked down, "and my wake up call".

"Okay," as Harrison got one of the trollies, Tom stood to the side, frowning as he read over the list, "so we only need a few things, really." "Huh?" Harrison came back, pushing the cart as the two fell into a practiced step next to one another. Instantly, Hazs eyes were filled with the displays of items, the continuous shelves of products and the bussling crowd all trying to make their way through the maze that is IKEA. "I said," Tom chewed his bottom lip, eyes once again checking their list, "we only need a few things." Buying your own place sounds cool. Buying a place with your best friend sounds cooler. Buying stuff for your new home? Yeah, not so cool. Ellen had been generous and given Tom some essentials already, his family had brought him mundane things like toasters and kettles, and Harrison's family had brought them cutlery and mugs. But they still needed more things, like tables and chairs, a coffee table, a toilet brush! So a trip to IKEA was needed. "M'kay," Harrison hummed, moving the cart slowly through the crowd. Probably not the best idea to go on a Saturday. The cart came to a stop as Tom was asked for a picture, Harrison looking through some jars without much interest. Did they need jars? Probably. We're they on the list? Probably not. Harrison put six jars in the cart. "So anyway," Tom came back over, and much to Harrison's glee, didn't notice the jars in the cart, "we need more bedding, because although I love Ellen, seriously, I don't want her name all over my bed sheets." Harrison snorted, and the two of them continued. Through the kitchen section, they picked up washing up brushes, an assortment of tea towels (they argued and couldn't decide on one pattern), oven gloves and an apron (like damn was Harrison going to get covered in splatters of food!). As well, they got 2 frying pans, 3 oven pans, a tea pot (a proper one, not a small one which would only give you half a mug), a coffee maker and a coffee grinder. They got food containers ("let's get the green" "no, pink," "Harrison, we are not having pink containers!" "Too late, they're in the cart" "god damnit") more jars (to Harrison's glee), and a wine rack. Happy, the two of them left the kitchen section. Tom doesn't know how, but things kept adding to his list, the important list he had spent hours ensuring was right, grammatically correct and everything. "Where the heck do you read wine rack on here Haz?" He asked, flipping over the list a few times. "Right there," Harrison continued pushing through, now making their way into the dining section. "Where?" "There." Tom sighed, giving up and folding the list away. Fine, okay, they were doing this free style, although he was TOLD not to. He could do this, sure, okay. "How about this one?" Harrison pointed at a dining set, dark grey and black. "How the fuck do you pronounce that?" Tom squinted at the name, as if it would magically change and give him the answer. "Henrisk," Harrison tried, leaning on the cart as he tilted his head. "Henrietta?" Tom tired, chewing his thumb. "Hakunna Matatta?" Harrison joked. "Just get the number down," Tom sighed, grabbing a pencil and jotting down the number. It was the 'Henriksdal' set. "We need some fancy as fuck decorations," Harrison decided, going over to the shelving. "No we don't," Tom whined, following after him. "Yeah we do, how else we going to impress people when they come over? Fancy adults have fancy decorations." Tom rubbed at the top of his nose, muttering to himself. Harrison was having more fun that him, but then again, he wasn't the one paying. "This," Harrison held up a weird looking glass vase, black swirls running up it. "The Frindane," Harrison attempted, completely mispronouncing the word. "No, were going simple," Toms eyes scanned frantically, before Harrison could put his beloved 'Firande' vase in. His eyes landed on a bowl, simple yet sophisticated. The 'Nödändig' bowl. Tom grabbed it and put it in, pushing the cart away from Harrison. Most the rest of the shopping trip was the same, and 4 hours and 3 carts later, the two were taking their shopping out. "Dude," Tom sighed, his wallet considerably lighter, "we did not need 10 packs of candles." "You always have to be prepared for a power cut." As they came over to Toms car, the two realised they might have a problem. Their two dozen bags, 3 rugs and 4 large boxes weren't going to fit. The two stood there for a couple of minutes, neither doing anything, just staring at the problem. "I'll call dad," Tom grumbled after a few minutes of tense silence. So they waited another hour for Dom Holland to arrive. They'd packed half the stuff, including the large boxes, but still had a rug and nine bags to pack up. ----- They got all the shopping back, Dom helping them carry the bags up to their flat before sitting down and having a cup of tea, observing his son and basically over son unpack and make a mess. "Right," he pushed away from the counter, "got to go," he rinsed out the Spider-Man mug, placing it on the drainer before making his leave, waving again as a chorus of "bye" and "see ya" followed after him. Harrison was elbow deep in packaging, pulling out the new bookcase they got. "Thank god for your dad," he grinned, pulling out another slat. Around the flat lay empty boxes, torn apart packaging and half put together furniture. Tom lay face first on the floor, arms and legs out wide. He groaned, "he could've helped us actually put everything together." "Where's the fun in that?" Harrison was flipping over the instructions, trying to find the right way. You wouldn't think they would be this hard. "Mnhm, yeah," Tom rolled over to his side, looking over at Harrison. His head was held up by his hand, as he tapped against his skull, "but it's gonna be ages to get this shit all done." "You could've got them to put it all together, you know?" "Like hell I was!" Tom scoffed, "this lot cost a bomb anyway, don't need no guys charging us more for something we could do ourselves!" "If you actually start putting them together..." Harrison pointed out, eyebrows raised. "I fucking hate IKEA."

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Me looking for Harrison at all these press photos