hey! idk if im doing this right and you dont have to do this but "I always said I'd die for you." "I didn't think you meant literally." imagine this with like mob haz and holland reader that were childhood best friends and lost closeness bc they didnt realize they were both in the mob. protective but not asshole tom please
𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫
⤷ mob!haz x holland!reader, childhood best friends to enemies to lovers au, angst, blood, guns, the usual mob shenanigans
prompt: “i always said i’d die for you.” “i didn’t think you meant literally.”
words: 2.5k
a/n: you’re doing this so right, anon !! in fact, i almost turned this into a whole one shot, that’s how much i loved writing it 🙈 ty so much for asking ♡
You laid with your head on Harrison’s lap, his fingers carefully massaging your scalp, the sound of the rain steady against the glass windows, while you watched a movie at his house, a bowl of popcorn being shared between you two.
When a specific scene about a guy getting the shot that was fired at the girl came on, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Now that’s some bullshit! C’mon, no one would do this in real life.” You grumbled as the guy now laid on the floor, blood seeping through his clothes. “I’d die for you.” Harrison simply let it out, as if what he had just said wasn’t serious at all.
Getting up, you stared stunned at your best friend's expression, rolling your eyes with a laugh. “No, you wouldn’t!” You scoffed, getting back to your previous position. “Yes, I would! You're my best friend, y/n!” He said, stopping his movements. “That doesn’t mean you should die for me, Harrison!” You declared, making your best friend let out a frustrated groan. “Well, I would.” Harrison stated, “Okay, fine! Sure you would.” You rolled your eyes once again, giving up.
Harrison could only smirk at your sudden change of attitude, “You know what, I changed my mind. You’re too stubborn, I’d happily let you die.” He said, making you laugh. “You’re such an asshole, Osterfield!” You playfully hit him, earning a chuckle from the blonde. “Yeah, yeah… you love me!” He said, staring down at you with his beautiful ocean eyes. “You wish, Harri!” At that, it was Harrison’s time to hit you, both of your laughs filling the room.
“Hey, you ready?” Tom’s voice startled you, abruptly taking you out of your daydreaming. “Huh?” You asked, shaking your head to try and get rid of the clear image of your once best friend. “I asked if you were ready to go?” Your older brother repeated, to which you nodded, getting out of your rather comfortable position in bed.
Taking a couple of steps inside your bedroom, Tom asked the same question he had been repeating like a mantra the whole day. “You sure you don’t wanna stay? It’s not going to be a big deal.” You chuckled, putting your leather jacket on top of your blouse. “Yes, Tom! I’m sure, let’s go!” You exclaimed, walking past him and into the living room where the rest of your brothers waited for you.
“Oi, the princess is finally ready?” Harry let it out in a mocking tone, making you flip him off, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by your older brother. “Hey, behave you two. God, I swear I must have a place in heaven for having to deal with these kids.” Tom sighed, and you refrained from rolling your eyes.
“Okay, first of all, you’re only a few years older than us. And second, you really think you’re going to heaven with all the shit you’ve done, Tommy?” You asked, standing in front of him with your arms crossed and a proud smirk on your face upon seeing your older brother’s angry expression.
If it was one thing Tom hated, it was being called Tommy, especially by you, since you first started when you heard a girl he had brought home call him that. “In the car, y/n! Or I’ll leave you home.” His voice was firm, but he held a playful smirk on his lips.
When everyone was inside Tom’s car, he drove off to the abandoned warehouse, where your older brother had agreed to meet with some of his buyers, the ones who hadn’t paid your family yet, to be specific. After turning the engine of his beloved Porsche off, Tom suddenly stopped his movements. “What is it?” Sam asked, to which Tom held his finger up, a sign for you to stay quiet.
Taking a closer look, Tom furrowed his brow, “There’s more cars than there should be.” He said, making you roll your eyes. “They could’ve bought it?” You tried to reason, but he quickly shut you up, “If they’re not paying us, why do you think they’d have the money to buy a new car?” Tom stated and even though you hated to admit that he was right, you had to give him that.
“Sam, Harry, you two check the back to see if the place is clear while I go in. y/n, you stay in the car.” Tom’s words were firm, and this time there wasn’t a playful smirk on his lips. “What?!!! Why?!!!” You protested, to your brother’s distaste. “Because I said so! There’s something off here and I don’t want you involved if things go south.” Tom snapped, but you weren’t one to go down easily, you were a Holland after all. “Oh, so I’m just supposed to stay here and watch my brothers get killed?” You tried once again, but your brother wasn’t having any of it.
“No one’s dying tonight, and you’re staying inside this fucking car, do you understand me?” Tom scolded you, getting even angrier when you refused to answer. “y/n, do you understand me?” He pressed, finally being able to convince you. “Fine, I’ll stay here, for fucks sake!” You grumbled, crossing your arms, tearing your gaze away from him.
With that, the three boys got their guns ready, finally stepping out of the car, “Hey, I love you, ok? That’s why I do this, to protect you!” Tom whispered but all you did was ignore him. “Just… stay here! We’ll be right back.” He then mumbled before signaling for your brothers to go to the back of the abandoned building, while he made his way inside.
“Yeah, like shit I’m gonna stay here.” You let it out as soon as your brother entered, taking his spare gun in the glove compartment, before exiting the vehicle. Taking cautious steps, you made your way to one of the parked cars, if Tom wouldn’t let you help, then at least you could try and get some information about who was there.
Taking a closer look inside the vehicle, you noticed a picture hanging from the rearview mirror, gasping as you saw the familiar faces in the polaroid. Harrison, his sister Charlotte and their dog Monty laid on the floor of their grandparent's house, a place you once used to visit all the time.
You felt your breath get caught in your throat, fear of what could happen with not only your brothers but now Harrison inside the warehouse. Making your way to the door, you listened carefully, trying to make out what they were saying. “Well, it seems like we’re not the only ones not getting our money.” You heard Tom’s voice said, followed by Harrison’s. “Just give us the damn money Dexter, and we’ll all be on our way.”
You knew how risky this was, but you also couldn’t help your emotions anymore so, with your gun in hand, you took a couple of steps inside the house, the old wooden floor creaking as you did, letting all of them aware of your presence. “Y/n?” Harrison was the first to acknowledge you, your older brother immediately turning around at the mention of your name. “What the fuck are you doing here? I told you to stay in the car.” Tom scolded, his expression a mixture of anger and confusion. “I’m not a child, Thomas!” You groaned, taking a couple more steps in.
Sam and Harry, upon hearing your voice, also entered from the back, making the guy who owed you money draw his gun, aiming it directly at you. “Hey, hey, drop the gun now!” Tom warned, “I don’t have your money, Holland! Neither yours, Osterfield! So it doesn’t matter what I do next, I know the only way I’m getting out of here is in a body bag.” He whimpered, the hand holding the gun shaking like an old branch in the wind.
Too much happened in the next couple of seconds, you heard a shot being fired, another three following, and suddenly you were on the floor, in Harrison’s arms, but you quickly realized what he had done when you saw blood starting to seep through his white shirt. “No, no, no! Harrison!!! Tom, Harrison’s hurt!!!” You yelled, not even caring about the armed stranger anymore, your brothers had most likely killed the bastard anyways.
“Oh shit!!! Here, take this and press the wound, we have to take him to the hospital.” Tom cursed, taking his suit jacket off, before passing it to you. You did as you were told, pressing hard on the blonde’s wound, blood quickly covering both your hands and the piece of clothing. “Hey, look at me! You have to stay with me, ok? Don’t close your eyes!” You cried, feeling your voice tremble. “y/n…” Harrison whimpered, trying to reach his hand to your face. “Stop, don’t move! We’re gonna get you to a hospital, Haz! You’re gonna be okay, please, stay with me!” You pleaded, crying as he kept drifting in and out of consciousness.
It wasn’t long before Tom had burst into the old warehouse doors with his car, helping you carefully lay Harrison’s body in the back seat, his head resting on your lap, while he sped to the nearest hospital. Once there, the nurses put him on a stretcher, rushing to the surgery room where they stayed for the next hour.
“If you had just listened to me none of this would’ve happened.” Tom scolded you, while you sat in one of the waiting room chairs, your hands, and clothes covered in Harrison’s blood, whimpers leaving your quivering lips. “How many times do I have to tell you that what we do is dangerous, y/n? This is not a fucking movie, this is real life!” He kept repeating, absolutely fuming with your childish behavior.
You didn’t have the strength to fight back though, all you could do was cry, looking at your bloodied hands, thinking about Harrison’s almost lifeless body on top of you, his once blue eyes now covered by a grey haze. It was then that Tom seemed to finally notice your state of shock, cursing himself internally, before joining your side. “Hey, hey, look at me, I’m sorry!” He whispered, opening his arms, “C’mere!”
You cried in Tom’s arms, the guilt eating you alive, I mean, what would you do if Harrison died? It was your fault after all. “It’s okay, y/n/n! He’s gonna be fine, he’s a tough one.” Your older brother kept reassuring you, even though it did little to help your nerves.
It was a couple of hours later when a doctor came out of the room, asking for Osterfield’s relatives, making you and your three brothers all stand up. “He’ll be fine! The bullet did not lodge so we were able to remove it. He just needs some rest to heal now.” Their words made a wave of relief rush over your body, happy tears now cascading down your face while you hugged each one of your brothers.
“He’s anesthetized now but he’ll probably wake up soon. Does anyone want to see him?” The doctor asked, making all eyes lay on you. “Go on, I’ll call his mother and let her know he’s okay,” Tom said, to your surprise, since you knew how much he disliked the fact that you and Harrison were once best friends, seeing as he was from another mob family. “Okay!” You nodded, before being led to the room where Harrison currently was.
Upon entering, you couldn’t help but let a few tears slip, it was hard seeing the state the blonde was in, since you still felt guilty. The machines plugged into his body let out a constant “beep”, letting you know he was okay, easing your guilty mind. “I’ll leave you two to it.” The doctor said, before closing the door behind them.
Once you were alone, you held Harrison’s pale hand, letting all of your emotions out, “I’m sorry, Haz! It was my fault!” You cried, staying like this for a few minutes until you felt his hand squeezing yours back. “y/n?” His voice was hoarse, probably because of the lack of moisture since he had been there for hours. “Hey, you’re awake. Here, take this!” You held the glass of water to his lips, watching him take a few small sips. “Thanks!” He said, this time more clearly.
“What happened?” He asked, finally noticing he was in a hospital. “You were shot!” You informed him, before adding, “For me!” in a small whisper. “I always said I’d die for you.” He plainly let it out, making you even more stunned. “I didn’t think you meant literally.” You protested, watching his face contour in pain when he tried to laugh. “Well, clearly, you should have.”
You smiled, shaking your head at the boy in front of you, “God, you’re such an idiot, Harrison! Do you even understand the seriousness of the situation?” You asked, “Of course I do, y/n! You are… were my best friend and… and I love you, I couldn’t let you die.” The blonde admitted, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.
Getting up from the chair you were previously sitting, you leaned into Harrison’s body, reaching his lips, depositing a quick but firm kiss on them. “Thank you for saving me, even though I didn’t ask you to.” You said, making the blonde roll his eyes with a smirk. “You’re still stubborn as hell, I see.” He said, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips. “Uh-hum, and for your information, I love you too. Always have.” You smiled, and this time it was Harrison who collided his lips to yours.
It was only when you heard the sound of the door opening that you and Harrison let go of each other, widening your eyes upon seeing Tom entering the room. “It’s fine! I’m not gonna kill you! It’s not like this wasn’t bound to happen anyway.” He shrugged, his lips fighting to hold back a smile.
“Thank you, Tom! I love you!” You hugged your brother, kissing his cheek, before letting him go. “Yeah, yeah, whatever! Now, you better treat my sister right, or else you’d end up in a much worse situation than this, got it Osterfield?” Your older brother lectured the blonde, making you roll your eyes. “Tom, c’mon, seriously?” You groaned, making your brother laugh.
“What? I’m just looking out for you.” The boy stated, “Don’t worry, Tom! I promise to take good care of her!” Harrison said, reaching his hand out, interviewing your fingers, before leaning in to kiss you. “Ok, this is gross! I’m gonna head out! I’m glad you’re okay, mate!” Tom exclaimed while making his way out of the room, leaving you and Harrison sharing laughs.
“So…” Harrison said once you were alone. “So…” you repeated, the smile not wanting to come off your mouth. “You know this ain’t gonna be easy, right? Our families will not accept this without a fight.” He breathes, “Yeah, I know!” You mumbled sadly, but upon looking into his beautiful blue eyes, the smile made its way back to your lips, and even though you didn’t know what the future held for the both of you, you felt like it was going to be fine, as long as you were together. “You’re worth the fight though.” You stated, Harrison’s smile mirroring yours, before reaching for your lips once more.
— don’t forget to reblog and leave your feedback ♡
