#osterfeild

Part 1

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warnings: fluff? none that I know of (if you see something please let me know)

Word count: 1.7k

Important A/n: One- this was edited but very quickly so I would get it out on time, hopefully I’ll be able to come back and go over it again soon. Two- I don’t know when the next update of this series will be, my g-grandma isn’t doing well at all and it’s been really hard with that and just all of the other crap going on for my family and so I feel like I need to be there for them and for thier happiness and mental health, thank you for understanding.

You hadn’t been entirely sure you actually were going to be accepted due to the fact that you had an acute case of stage fright, which you felt had really shown, especially during your audition performance.

At the tender age of 16 you had started your first year at the world famous arts school.

That was 2 years ago. Over the years your fellow students have become acquaintances and friends. A few even became what you could consider to be rivals or enemies. Even fewer, more precisely a single soul, had become more than a friend.

Now, here you are sitting in your year thirteen theatre class, being lectured by one of your many favorite teachers at the school.

“Students, as you have known for nearly a week now, your final assessment for theatre, being in year 13, will be to choreograph and perform a 5 minute “Physical Theatre” performance with your assigned partner,” the teacher said, continuing to gain more and more of the students attention as she went on, talking about the very well known ‘physical theatre assignment of year 13’ (that have been known for often being passionate and even sometimes, in some cases, a bit intimate in nature, over the years).

“As I said last week, today is the day that your assigned partners will be revealed, and I want to remind you all once again, partners have been assigned very carefully in regards to the task you are to complete. Without further ado, your partners are Angela and Ricky, Tian and Jackson...” She goes on.

You start to tune her out knowing, or more so hoping, that it will catch your attention once she calls your name along with the name of your assigned partner.

Luckily for you, it did catch your attention, “...Y/n and Harrison,” she continues, not stopping after your names are called, just continuing on to call out the names of the assigned partners in the class that still remained unknown to everyone.

Luckily your attention did in fact return to what she was saying as soon as you had heard your name called.

Harrison. Your partner was Harrison Osterfield. He had been your crush pretty much ever since you started attending Brit, he was kind and funny, not to mention absolutely gorgeous, especially with his beautiful icy blue eyes and dirty blonde hair (He was of the most popular boys in school, he was best mates with some of the other most popular guys in the school, one of which included his VERY best mate, Tom Holland.)

Anxiousness filled you, you just weren’t sure if it was the good kind or the bad kind. You weren't upset or anything like that about the fact that your assigned partner was Harrison. Well maybe you were a tiny bit upset, but not about getting to be around Harrison so much to work on the project, but because now you knew you would stress about your guys’ entire project and performance assessment, and mess it up due to your, improving but still lingering stage fright.

You shake yourself out of your head and thoughts that aren’t helping anything.

The teacher announced, “The theme for this year's physical theatre performances are… the first world war.”

A few students audibly groaned in annoyance, while another half of the class gave each other looks, you included, varying from relative excitement, to eyerolls and people pretending to shoot themselves in the head.

You were fairly confident in your abilities, and pretty sure you would have at least one or two ideas about what you and Harrison could do for your performance storyline.

You walked to the back of the room, where Harrison had been seated just moments ago to find him no longer there.

“Hey Y/n” Harrisions says as he sneaks up behind you, startling you and causing you to jump.

“Sorry didn't mean to scare you.” he immediately apologies.

“Oh, no, that's alright, I was actually just coming to look for you to talk to you about our project and stuff. Plus, back home, I can hear my mom coming up the stairs and up to right outside my door, yet she still would manage to make me jump every time when she would open the door.” You and Harrison both laugh lightly at your ridiculous short story.

“I was trying to find you too actually” he commented, explaining why you had found his seat to be empty when you had started to look for him. You smile at eachother and he motions to the seat in front of you urging you to take it, taking the seat right beside it once you’ve sat down.

After everyone had found and took a seat next to their partners, the teacher continued, “Alright everyone, this is a big part of your final grade in theatre this year so I expect for you to take this seriously, but along with that we would also like your creativity to flow as much as possible, which is why you will all receive one week of excuses from your other classes to complete this project, and you are allowed to work on it anywhere as long as it is located on campus grounds. Do not slack off or take this to any unintended advantage, It will show in both your performance as well as in your final grade this grading period. Good luck, I can not wait to see what you all come up with. Dismissed.”

As soon as she said the word “dismissed” students began pouring out of the classroom in a jumble of pairs. You and Harrison being the only exception; both wanting to have at least somewhat of a plan before heading out to a place that you and Harrison had yet to decide on, to do what also had yet to be decided on.

You begin with a shy and timid voice, “So, I was thinking, um that maybe we could start out with a bit of WWI research, maybe get some ideas on what we could do?”

“Yeah good idea. So where do you want to go to work, well for today at least?” Harrison talks as his normal, slightly loud self, not in the slightest bit nervous, unlike you who still were seated right besides him.

You could hear and feel your heartbeat in your ears and head, it was pounding and at quite a fast rate, you just prayed that the gorgeous man who you were lucky to get assigned as a partner couldn’t hear it too.

“Oh um I really don't care, whatever you want is fine really.” You say really not wanting to be too controlling and annoying about the project, especially this early on in it.

“Well ok then, lets go to the library, so we can do some research. Sounds good?” Harrison asks.

“Yeah, sure.” You reply.

“Ok cool, so do you have any ideas so far on what our physical theatre should be about, I mean like wwi of course but any ideas in particular?” He questions.

“Haha” You chuckle nervously, “actually yeah, I was thinking that maybe we could do something about being soldiers on the front.”

He adds his input as well, mentioning, “Yeah I was thinking so too. Let’s have them be enemies, on opposing sides. I feel like that could make it a lot more interesting and give us more options and possibilities and ideas of what we could do with it.”

“Wow, did you come up with this like as soon as she told us the theme would be world war one or are you just that creative and come up with great ideas that instantly happen all the time.” You attempt to joke a little with him.

“I mean, I've got to be honest... it's the second one” we both laugh with each other once again. You are really looking forward to working with Harrison on this project for a while.

You take the short walk together from the classroom to the library, making small talk along the way. He opens one of the double doors and waves me in ahead of him, like a gentleman, which for some reason had been somewhat of a surprise to you, knowing that half of the female student body is after him. You walk into the building with walls lined with all different sizes of books.

“Follow me,” you signal your head in the correct direction, “I know where some books on the world wars are.”

“Um it could get pretty full in here, I’ll go get us a table.here, I can take your bag too” you're not sure if you should be upset and worried that he was trying to get away from you for a little bit, or if you should be happy that he offered to take your bag, once again like a complete gentleman.

It doesn't take long for you to find a few books that you think will be helpful in coming up with the “storyline” for your guys’ physical theatre performance.

When you get back to the table you set the 4 books you had grabbed down on the small little table in the corner of the library. Immediately, you opened up the largest book you had got on the allied powers and their components in WWI and began skimming the yellowed and aging pages.

Meanwhile Harrison starts to read a book on Germany’s part in the war.

He gets interrupted briefly by a notification going off from his cell phone, him feeling the need to check it and to clear the homescreen littered with a few different notifications from miscellaneous apps. It was a bad habit that he and MANY other people have, including you, to some extent at least, had.

About 30 minutes or so go by, reading in silence, and you secretly quite enjoy the newly found company that Harrison provided.

I’ll be posting part 1 to my first Harrison fic this Saturday.

It’s inspired by another Harrison imagine I read but can’t seem to find again for the life of me.

It’s based on Harrison’s physical theatre performance.

I’ll also be posting a short preview of part one tomorrow (Friday)!

Part 1 sneak-peak

A Harrison Osterfield x Reader series

“As I said last week, today is the day that your assigned partners will be revealed, and I want to remind you all once again, partners have been assigned very carefully in regards to the task you are to complete. Without further ado, your partners are Angela and Ricky, Tian and Jackson...” She goes on.

You start to tune her out knowing, or more so hoping, that it will catch your attention once she calls your name along with the name of your assigned partner.

“...Y/n and Harrison,” she continues, not stopping after your names are called, just continuing on to call out the names of the assigned partners in the class that still remained unknown to everyone.

Luckily your attention did in fact return to what she was saying as soon as you had heard your name called.

Harrison. Your partner was Harrison Osterfield. He had been your crush pretty much ever since you started attending BRIT, he was kind and funny, not to mention absolutely gorgeous with his beautiful icy blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He was of the most popular boys in school, he was best mates with some of the other most popular guys in the school, one of which included his very best mate, Tom Holland.

Anxiousness filled you, you just weren’t sure if it was the good kind or the bad kind. You weren't upset or anything like that about the fact that your assigned partner was Harrison. Well maybe you were a tiny bit upset, but not about getting to be around Harrison so much to work on the project, but because now you knew you would stress about your guys’ entire project and performance assessment, and mess it up due to your, improving but still lingering stage fright.

You shake yourself out of your head and your thoughts that aren’t helping anything.

Hey guys! I’m back with part 3 with my Soulmate!au. I am really sorry about the wait but here you are. I’m so thankful about the responses i’m getting with this series, there is so much positivity and i love that so much! THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! Please enjoy reading and please leave any feedbak as that would be greatly appreciated <3 <3

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Warnings: ANgst, heartbreak, not edited

Y/N - Your name

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Should I Stay... Or Should I Go?? - Tom Holland Series

You woke up with a start. Your eyes wide open with fear, your muscles achy and throbbing from the lack of movement. Moving your eyes around frantically, you noticed that the room you were in belonged to no one else other than Tom. Which meant that you were lying in his bed.

You were all alone, in the darkened room with the fan on high as the only source of noise, until you heard a broken sob from outside of the room.

“Tom! Mate you need to stop”

Multiple thuds resonated throughout the house as if someone was punching a wall. Each punch left an echo of pain down the hallway. Your throat was too dry to yell out, your instincts telling you it was Tom who was injuring himself. You wanted to scream, to shout out that you were awake and okay, you wanted him to know that you were here and well alive by the feel of it. God knows what you looked like though. How much time has passed? How long have you been unconscious? You slowly twiddled your fingers to create any sort of circulation in your stiff fingers. You lifted the warm blanket off of you after a few minutes, before quickly noticing that you weren’t in the same attire that you wore on the night that everything had happened. Your eyes ran over the different pictures of Tessa on the pants you wore, assuming that the owner of these pair of pyjamas was Nikki.  

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The sounds of the wall being punched resided, only to be followed by a frustrated yell.

“This is all my fault.. everything is all my fault..” The person shouted, the voice cracking painfully. You could recognise that voice from anywhere. It was Tom’s.

You gasped, your eyes tearing up at the fact that he was only in the next room, a few feet away from you. You needed him, you wanted him to know that you were awake. You wanted nothing but for him to engulf you in his arms and tell you everything was going to be okay. The familiar feeling of your heart throbbing caused you to let out a silent whimper. 

A tear fell from your cheek, your lips quivering pathetically knowing you couldn’t do anything but hear Tom sobbing in the next room.

“She most likely will be dead because of me.. All of this bullshit soulmate nonsense about choosing to live or di-”

“That’s nonsense Tom, you know that’s not true, she would never leave you and you know that. She wouldn’t want you to give up like this mate” Another voice spoke up, the voice sounding like Harrison’s.

You stiffly nodded as if you were there, as if Tom could see you agreeing to every word Harrison said.

“Why didn’t she tell me! All of this could’ve been avoided, what? Didn’t she trust me!” Tom yelled, his voice raw with emotion, the shards of his broken heart spilling out with each word.

“I saw it..” Tom mumbled. 

“See wha-”

“I saw my initials. I can’t believe I never noticed them” he sighed, “Why didn’t she ever tell me?”

“She was afraid Tom.. she was afraid of rejection. You mean so much to her, heck you were her world”

“You aren’t making me feel any better Haz, i treated her like shit, i tossed her aside like she was nothing.. god i’m such a bastard” Tom whined, his eyes tearing up once again.

“You didn’t toss her aside you found Zendaya, your soulmate. She backed away and accepted it, that’s why she kept quiet. You need to talk to her when she wakes-“

“IF she wakes up” Tom interrupted, his voice laced with bitterness.

“She WILL wake up”

You moved your lips to speak, but nothing fell out as if you have no voice to begin with.

You groaned internally, wanting nothing but to be reunited with Tom. You wanted him here, you needed him here. You wanted to take away all of his guilt, Afterall you forgave him long ago before any of this even took place.

“T-tom” You whimpered, the tiniest of sounds leaving your chapped lips before getting lost in the whirlwind of noise coming from the fan. Goddamn it.

Your throat felt sore and raw from the attempts of speaking. You wanted to scream out your frustrations, but you knew it could never happen.

You heard footsteps moving, the noise sounding distant as each step was taken. You shook with fear, knowing that the two boys must be leaving.

“We’ll go get a beer mate, Nikki is in the kitchen so she will be here with Y/N” Harrison spoke up, his voice bouncing off the walls and into Tom’s room. Frantically you looked around to find something that you could use to create noise so that they couldn’t leave. Your eyes fell on your bag that was perched on the bedside table next to you.

You weakly pushed the bag onto the floor with your weak arm, the pain surging through your veins causing you to jolt, your body slipping off the edge of the bed. The impact of your body and your bag falling onto the floor created a loud thud. You cried out silently, your frail body curling into a ball on the hardened floor. Tears welled up in your eyes as you silently prayed that the boys heard the commotion. Your body screamed with pain, your sobs coming out silently wishing that Tom was here to hold you.

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Just as the boys finished putting their shoes on, a loud thud was heard coming from down the hallway. Both boys heads snapped towards the direction of Tom’s room.

“Shit, did you hear that?” Tom whispered, his eyes wide with worry.

Without another word, Tom bolted down the hallway, the fear of something happening to you clogging up his throat.

He reached his room in a matter of seconds, his heart racing at a fast pace.

He noticed your body on the floor in a curled up position, and your shoulders shaking due to the silent sobs leaving your body. Upon hearing the rush of footsteps, you lightly craned your neck to look up at who was at the door. You noticed Tom was standing there in shock, with a worried Harrison behind him. You gasped, the small sound snapping Tom out of his trance. He hurriedly reached down to your level, his arms wrapping around you, lifting you back onto his bed. His heart throbbed at how small and frail you felt in his arms, you felt and looked like a skeleton.

“Darling, are you all right?” Tom asked, his eyes filled with worry and panic as he scanned your face and body for any injuries. You weakly smiled even In your state, the happiness filling your cheeks as your gazed up at Tom, your soulmate.

“I’m o-okay” You whimpered, your voice coming out in broken whispers, “now that you are here”.

“Darling…” Tom whimpered, his eyes watering at the sight of you. His heart was filled with pain as he watched you smile up at him, even when you were hurt. You were a beautiful warrior, he knew that for sure. The guilt was slowly eating him up again, knowing that he was the cause of all of this. He couldn’t bring himself to genuinely smile back at you. He hesitantly moved away from you, his ears ringing with insecurities. He watched as your face fell at his move, his heart cracking beyond repair. He was the cause of all of this, this was all his fault… maybe you were better off without him.

He gasped, his tears pooling and blurring his vision as you moved your arms to reach out to him, your arms weak and shaky. He shook his head frantically, “I- I can’t do this”.

He hurriedly ran out of his room, running a hand through his curly locks, the frustrations eating him up alive. He thought he could handle this, he thought that once he knew you were awake he would do everything in his power to make you happy again, he made a promise to himself.

but now he was doing the complete opposite..

…I will only be hurting her more, he thought.

You watched as he left the room, your heart strings snapping all at once, as the love of your life left you in his room without a second glance.

Harrison stood at the door dumbfounded, as he watched two soulmates break apart once again. He hesitated with following Tom, but decided he was going to stay here with you. Tom was going to be okay, he thought, he just needs time.

He weakly smiled your way, noticing the blank expression you held. He softly sat on the bed, his hand reaching to hold yours, careful not to hurt you. Your lips quivered, as you gazed back into his icy blue eyes.

“You are a trooper, Y/N” He whispered, his hand lightly squeezing yours.

Your lips upturned lightly, silently appreciating his kind words.

Your dull and red eyes blinked back at his, the shock of Tom’s quick exit swirling around in your exhausted brain.

“H-he knows?”

Harrison gulped, “Y-yeah”

“How?”

Harrison’s lips moved to speak before he hesitated, as if the words were caught up in his throat. He sighed, before he squeezed your hand again in comfort.

“That night, when everything started..” he paused, his eyes shut as if he was trying to push the thoughts away, “That night…”

“Harrison p-please tell me” You mumbled, your eyes searching for his eagerly but he refused to have any eye contact.

“You died Y/n. You died and Tom had to perform CPR, hence why he saw your initials because he had to take your woolly jumper off”

“I d-died?”

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Lmao this is fiction so yeah, she died and came back to life. What did you guys think of part 3!? Part 4 will be posted very soon <3

Hey guys! After a few months, i am finally back with part 3!!! This is quite angsty and not a happy ending, but please let me know what you think! I LOVE YOU <3 <3

Harrison x reader

WARNINGS: Angst, Heartbreak, Not a Happy ENding, NOT EDITED

PART 1  PART 2

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Not What I Had In Mind - Part 3

You slowly carried yourself up to the apartment you shared with Harrison, your legs weak and frail as you held the railing for support. You were drunk and off your head, all of your emotions having been released from the bottle due the amount of alcohol you have a consumed in the last hour. You were now left feeling numb, and void of any emotions. Tom was following behind you, a little less drunk but not in his right mind.

You were both tired after the events of today, it was supposed to be perfect, a picture perfect dream but it turned out to be what was your worst nightmare. You finally reached the end of the staircase, where your small apartment was at the top of the building. It was nothing special, just a two bedroom apartment that was a little rundown, but had everything you and Harrison wanted to start your journey together as a married couple. You unlocked the door, pushing it open to reveal the darkened living room, where all of your wedding presents have been delivered, and scattered all over the room. A lump was formed in the back of your throat at the reminder that it will now only be you to send everyone not ‘thank you’ cards, but ‘I’m sorry that you had to spend and waste your money, but now I wont be needing this’ card. 

As if all the anger came rushing back, you strided towards the presents picking up random ones and throwing them around in frustration. How dare he, If he wanted to leave this way, the least he could do is fix up his own mess instead of leaving it with you.

Tom stood by the door, his blurry eyes watching your every move before he stumbled towards you. He grabbed a hold of your hands which was holding a very expensive vase. It had a beautiful pattern that would complement a nice bunch of sunflowers, you thought. Your eyes widened as he shook his head, his hands softly grabbing it out of your shaky grasp. You sighed, your eyes watering once again. Tom smirked down towards you, his hand gripping the vase tightly before he threw it against the wall, the glass breaking into millions of pieces like your heart. You gasped, your hand moving to cover your mouth. Without realising, a small giggle left your lips before you started completely laughing, your head thrown back. Tom soon joined in, both of your laughter joining together and bouncing of the walls of your empty apartment. You both kept laughing almost like you were insane, masking the true feelings that you held behind the happy façade.

A light knock from the door, interrupted the laughter. Tom and you both shared a look before walking towards the front door, curious as to who would come here at 2am in the morning. You weakly twisted the knob open, before opening the heavy door to reveal the last person you would think would show up after everything that had happened.

“Harrison?” You mumbled, your eyes widening at your fiancé.

He gulped, his eyes puffy and red. You took a good look at him, noticing that his expression held exhaustion, and his hair was dishevelled and out of place. He still wore his wedding tux, the tie undone from the constant pulling at it. You remembered how Harrison used to complain about how tight the tie would be, before pouting your way, asking you to fix it. It was annoying, but you loved doing it.

 Your heart pounded against your rib cage as he looked dashing and handsome, like always. He looked just like your Harrison, the love of your life. Minutes passed by as you both continued to stare at each other, basking in each other’s presence.

“I-I’ve come to pick up some clothes I’ve forgotten”

You slowly nodded in understanding, your eyes moving to look at the floor nervously. You still made no effort to move out the way, too stunned to even believe that Harrison was here, but not in the way you were hoping. Secretly, you wished he came back to apologise and beg for forgiveness, and you would’ve in a heartbeat, your love for him overpowering any other emotion.

“Y/N?”

You flinched at the sound of his voice, before slowly retracting back into the room, your dirty torn up wedding gown following behind you. Harrison’s eyes widened at the sight of your tattered dress, even though it was ruined beyond repair, you still looked beautiful, like a broken beautiful queen. He slowly stepped in to his apartment, noticing glass shards all over the carpet, a few opened presents thrown across the room and some still kept in their packages sitting by the couch, untouched. Tom cleared his throat, his brows furrowed disappointedly at his best friend. Harrison gulped, his eyes refusing to meet his best friends face.

Harrison quickly disappeared into your shared room to gather the rest of his belongings without another word or explanation. Your knees buckled beneath you before collapsing onto the carpet, your knees red with carpet burn. Your dress surrounded you in puffs, the waist feeling tight as you struggled to breathe, your throat closing up as tears threatened to spill.

He’s actually leaving me, you thought.

Tom watched as you struggled to get back up before joining Harrison in your room.

“Why do you have to leave?” you mumbled, your voice hoarse.

Harrison jumped, his back facing you as he continued to pack his clothes in his suitcase.

“W-what did I do wrong? Please tell me so I can fix it baby please”

Harrison still kept quiet, a sigh falling from his lips as he moved towards the bathroom to grab his toiletries. He wanted to make this quick, so he could leave as soon as possible. He was hoping that when he turned up here, you and Tom wouldn’t be here yet.

He came back into the bedroom, his hands full with his stuff before placing it into the suitcase. Out of frustration you came up behind him, your voice coming out with desperate with pleads.

“Harrison please I beg you, please don’t leave me.. I don’t know what I will do without you”

He slowly zipped up the suitcase, his eyes downcast.

“Please..”

He picked up the suitcase, before brushing past you without a word.

“Wait.. where are you going, please stay so we can talk about this..” You hiccuped.

You followed him out, your hand grasping his bicep to make him stop, but he was too strong. You didn’t notice, but he had tears in his eyes as well, ignoring you was the worst thing he could ever do, and it was hard.  

As the front door came into both of your view, Harrison sped up to escape. You became more desperate, stumbling over your dress as you cried, begging him not to go. Tom watched the scene unfold with a heavy heart, his gaze locking with Harrison’s. Harrison’s eyes were begging Tom to help, his crystal blue eyes more prominent with the tears. Tom nodded in understanding, knowing that this must be hard on his best friend too, even if he didn’t know the real reason. Tom met up with your pace, just as Harrison spun the door knob, ripping the door wide open to reveal the staircase.

You throat was raw from sobbing uncontrollably, your hands reaching for Harrisons suitcase in his hand as if that would stop him from leaving. Tom wrapped his hands around your waist, his strong arms pulling you back and away from fiance. You yelled in protest, your tears drowning your cheeks. You kicked and screamed, your arms grasping the air towards Harrison as Tom kissed and whispered comforting words into your ear to help calm you down. Nothing helped, your eyes watching as Harrison spun around to give you one final look, his own heart clenching at the sight of you in such pain.

“H-HAZ please don’t leave me” You sobbed, your tears mixing in with your mascara.

A tear fell from Harrison’s eyes as he watched your heart break even more.

‘I love you so much’, he mouthed watching as your face faltered and your cries subsided. He knew you got the message, his eyes watering further as your face scrunched up in further pain.

He turned around slowly, taking large breaths preparing for what was about to come. You watched him descend down the staircase, your body shooting forward in an effort to follow him, but your body was caged in Tom’s comforting arms, his grip tight and secure.

“Tom! Let me go! I-I need to follow him, please! I-I love him, I need him please let me go!”

You continued to sob, every cry begging Harrison to come back, but he never did.

Minutes passed and Harrison still hasn’t come back. Your body fell against Tom’s in exhaustion, your throat throbbing with pain. Tom whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his lips moving to press a kiss against your forehead. 

“I’m here darlin’, I’m here and im not going anywhere” He whispered.

You nodded limply, an occasional hiccup leaving your body. Your hand grasped a hold of Tom’s shirt, as you placed your head against his chest, listening to the beats of his heart, the sound oddly comforting you.

A stray tear fell from your eye, descending its way down your cheek before finding its destination on top of Tom’s hand that was holding yours. 

His hand flinched. 

“I’m not going anywhere” he repeated.

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HOLY SHITE! i wonder what the reason is, as to why Harrison has left!? Tell me what you guys think, and what maybe the reason he is leaving? Hope you have enjoyed part 3 :))

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Hey lovelies! I’m back… again.

Part 2 << is here

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Y/N - Your name  

Y/L/N - Your last name

Not What i Had in Mind - Harrison Osterfield oneshot

2nd of June.

The 2nd of June was the date that both Harrison and you decided to exchange vows. It was the perfect time of year for your family and friends to gather and celebrate the love of two individuals. The love of Harrison Osterfeild and Y/N Y/L/N.

You were everyone’s favourite couple, having the perfect ideal relationship. Your relationship was one that would last forever, and your love for each other was enough to last an eternity.

It was finally the big day, a nervous girl was standing in front of a full length mirror. That girl was you. You nervously pat down your dress, in attempt to get rid of the sticky feeling from your hands. Your Mum was a blur, making sure everything was going as planned. She was more nervous than you, wanting the best for her daughter on her wedding day.

Too caught up in your own mind you didn’t notice the best man walking into the room, until you could see his reflection standing behind you in the mirror. You nervously smiled seeing his dazed, awestruck expression.

“Do i look o-okay?” You whispered, gripping tightly on your dress. You heard your Mum in the distance, warning you not to crinkle your white gown.

“You look amazing Y/N, Harrison won’t be able to take his eyes off of you” The best man answered walking closer to you.

You turned around and faced Tom. Tom was Harrison’s best friend, best man and brother from another mother. Tom was always there for the two of you throughout the years, and was the one to introduce you two. You both were very thankful, and Tom was always there to remind you both that he was the ultimate matchmaker. Since your father couldn’t make the ceremony, you asked Tom if he could walk you down the aisle. Tom was honoured and immediately agreed.

Slowly your eyes started welling up in tears, the reality starting to set in. You were nervous, excited and wanted nothing more to be wrapped up in your fiance’s arms. You couldn’t wait to start your new journey along with Harrison, you loved him with all of your heart. You never believed in soulmates until you met Harrison six years ago.

Tom extended his arm out to you, signalling that it was almost time. Your mother hugged you, promising that she will see you at the altar before sprinting out the room towards the ceremony.

“You ready?” Tom asked.

“I’m ready as i’ll ever be”, you replied the excitement overwhelming you, the excitement of seeing your husband-to-be.

The pair walked towards the big double doors, before turning to face each other. Tom grabbed your veil from behind you and slowly moved it to cover over your face, adjusting it to look perfect.

“This is start of your new life, Y/N Y/L/N” Tom grinned, linking his arm with yours.

The music started to play signalling the start of the ceremony, you gripped Tom’s arm as the double doors opened. Closing your eyes, you took a breath before re-opening them again and glancing up at the alter. 

This moment would’ve been perfect, the part everyone was waiting for. The part of the ceremony where the couple would reveal themselves to one another as the doors opened. Except it wasn’t the reveal you were hoping for, it wasn’t the reveal you always dreamed of. Your eyes wandered around the room, before moving back to alter again. 

At the end of the altar was an empty space, where your fiance should’ve been standing.

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Hi guys, i was bored and decided to make a one-shot. Please let me know if anyone wants a part 2 as i have left it open for one maybe. I love Harrison man, he’s so cute and doesn’t get enough recognition.

Thank you,

SpideyBitey x

Hey guys, here is part 2 for Not What I Had In Mind. I’m so happy with the positive feedback from the first part and i really hope you enjoy part 2 as well!

Happy reading, lovelies!

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Warnings: Angst, panic attack? swearing and Tom being an amazing best friend (it’s not a warning but oh well)

Y/N - Your name

Part 1 << is here

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Not What I Had In Mind - Part 2

At the end of the altar was an empty space, where your fiance should’ve been standing.

Everything was a blur, you stood in the entrance of the church, face as pale white as your wedding gown. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. Where is he?

Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach, tears falling one by one, creating a black stream of mascara. Dropping your bouquet, you ran out of the church without a word. You needed to escape the pitiful glances, your mother’s shouting and Tom’s confused stuttering.

You continued running down the street, carelessly ruining your gown as you fought to escape your worst nightmare. Thoughts continued to cloud your mind, as you struggled to breathe properly. 

Where is he? Why wasn’t he there? What have i done?

People kept glancing your way as you ran past them, every single one of them having to double-take in surprise. You could hear heavy footsteps following you, along with shouts of your name. As a stranger, they would assume that you were the runaway and the man chasing you was your distraught husband-to-be. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

“Y/N, stop please! Let’s talk about this” Tom shouted, gradually catching up to you who was slowing due to your white heels. Stopping at a park you collapsed on the ground, sobs shaking your whole figure. Tom dropped next to you enveloping you into a hug, his comfortable arms wrapping around your cold body.

“D-did you know? Did you know h-he was going to do that?” You cried.

Tom ran his hands down your back, shaking his head ‘no’ with a guilty expression.

“I promise you i had no idea, he seemed perfectly fine last night” Tom whispered. You continued to shed tears, disappointed at his reply, you needed answers. So many answers.

Your body started to shiver against the cold air, your dress exposing your arms and shoulders. Tom helped you up in a standing position, gently rubbing off the dirt and leaves that has stained your once pristine white gown.

“Let’s go back to the church okay? Everyone is worried” He said, rubbing your shoulders.

“I don’t want to, everyone is going to be looking at me as the girl who was left at the altar” you murmured.   

Tom brushed away the curl that fell in front of your eyes, sighing.

“I’ll be right there with you, love” Tom grabbed your hand, “no one will see you, i promise”.

You nodded releasing your hand from his grip, taking off your heels and slowly walked back towards the direction of the church. Tom watched as you walked, dragging your torn gown along the concrete, whilst weakly holding your broken heels in your hand.

He felt his pocket vibrate, indicating he had received a message on his phone. He grabbed his phone and unlocked it to reveal the message. Tom frowned, his anger quickly building up, the red flames of fire, creating a hot sensation in his chest.

Harrison Osterfeild:

I’m sorry.

“Tom, are you coming?”

Tom glanced up from his phone, making sure his breathing was even. He put his phone back into his pocket, leaving the message on read and slowly followed you back to the church to where everything first started.

You reached the church, all your family and friends cars, nowhere in sight. You were relieved that you didn’t have to face them, you didn’t want to have to explain to them about what happened even though you didn’t have a clue yourself.

You walked towards the limo you came in, thanking the driver who opened the door for you as you climbed in. Tom hesitated, not sure whether you wanted him to get in as well, since he came here with Harrison. After a pleading look from you, he climbed in. He sat next to you, watching as you grabbed the bottle of champagne from the cabinet, and poured yourself a large glass. You came to the conclusion that you wouldn’t get through the whole night without the assistance of alcohol. Tom poured a glass for himself, the day taking affect on him as well. He figured, during the time he went to grab you before the ceremony, it gave Harrison plenty of time to flee. He partially blamed himself, for not staying with Harrison a little longer, so this situation could’ve been avoided. 

He watched as you poured yourself another glass, burying your feelings behind the comfort of cheap alcohol. He couldn’t blame you, as he poured himself a second drink. 

Where the fuck is Harrison? You both thought.

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Part 2 of Not What I Had In Mind. I’m not really one for happy endings in these situations, cause sometimes they seem really unrealistic. I’m more than happy to write a part 3, if enough people request for one. I was thinking maybe from Harrison’s point of view? I hope you enjoyed reading part 2!

Thank lovelies,

SpideyBitey x

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