Two and a half long months pass before Harrison is finally allowed home, joyous smiles splitting everyone's faces on the car ride to the house.
"You may or may not have very little clean clothes." You smile innocently as you enter the large doors.
"And why's that?" Harrison asks, though already knowing the answer.
"I wore most of your shirts... And sweat pants..." You mumble, swinging your combined hands as you approach the stairs, you helping to support Harrison as he makes slow progress up the steps.
"These are going to be fun to go up and down." He sighs as you finally reach the top, continuing down the hall to your room.
"Then I guess you'll have to take your work up here. And food." You suggest with a small shrug, turning into the doorway as he slumps down onto the bed, a small groan escaping his lips and a smile spreading on yours.
"This feels so comfortable after being stuck in that hospital bed for so long." He mumbles against the sheet.
"It wasn't comfortable without you." You say quietly, walking up and sitting on the bed half a foot away from his partially covered face.
"Well, we're both here now." He counters, flipping onto his back and scooting up to the pillows. You crawl towards him, his arm lifting for you to lay under. Your arm lays lightly over his stomach with his around your shoulders. Oh, how wonderful it felt to be snuggled up to him again.
"Ow!" Harrison suddenly exclaims, causing you to quickly remove your arm from his body thinking you hit his wound. Instead, he pulls something out from under his back- a rose. "Really?"
You break out in a fit of laughter, turning onto your other side as your head hangs over the side of the bed, your hand clutching your stomach.
"Oh, funny, huh?" Harrison asks, the rose hitting the floor. "How ‘bout this?" Right after finishing his words he starts to tickle you yet again, causing the sound of your laughter to increase.
"Harrison!" You gasp, trying to remove his hands from your sides. His own laugh rings out from behind you as he finally pulls away, you wiping tears from the corners of your eyes. "I hate you." You say, giving a fake pout and again turning your back on him.
"Aw, come on you know you love me." He smiles, his arm draping over your waist.
"Nuh-uh." You reject, picking up his hand and dropping it behind you.
"Y/n." He sighs, dragging out the last letter.
"Nope."
Suddenly, you feel a feathery kiss pressed to your cheek. Harrison leaves a trail from your cheekbone to the base of your neck before pulling away, you already missing his presence under your false facade.
"Better?" He questions, his eyes burning into your back.
"Fineee." You smile, turning to face him again and place a chaste kiss to his cheek.
"What if I'm mad?" Asks Harrison, an eyebrow raising in playful suspicion as he smiles.
"Then no hugs for you." You shrug, turning around again with a giggle. Arms come around from behind you, meeting near your stomach as Harrison pulls you into his own body. A soft smile spreads across your lips as you finally settle down, both of you exhausted by the last three months.
"Movie or sleep?" Harrison mumbles, lips hovering over your neck with the side of his head on your shoulder.
"Sleep." You shortly reply, turning your head to peck his cheek before moving back to your original spot and closing your eyes. "I don't know how you're still awake."
"Hardly." He sighs, head moving behind your own.
Your mind falls into sleep, your body finding peace so much faster than when Harrison wasn't there.
-
You wake abruptly to the smell of... Smoke? Your body pulls itself up, adrenaline somehow already finding it's way into your bloodstream. "Harrison!" You gasp, turning to shake him awake after seeing flames licking at the right side of the room.
"Y/n...?" He mumbles, eyes squinting as he wakes up. "What's going- holy shit." The whole right side of the room was succumbing to the fire, slowly inching towards the bed.
As if on command, you both jump off of the mattress and towards the door, quickly opening it and finding the others already in the hall with panicked looks of their own.
"What the fuck?!" Tom yells as the large group rushes down the stairs.
"I don't know!" You groan. You turn around and find Harrison still working his way down the stairs with an obvious struggle. "Go we'll be there." You run back up the stairs and stop next to him, holding his arm and helping him proceed down, ignoring the sound of the blaze down the hall. Finally, you both make it to the floor and dart out the door, coughing along the way.
"Someone really wants you two dead." Sam coughs as you and Harrison step onto the grass.
"No shit." You hiss. "Did you call someone?"
"Yeah, mum called the fire department should be here soon." Harry answers. "Good thing the bedrooms are close to the stairs."
"You okay?" You ask with sudden concern as you turn to look at Harrison hunched over coughing, a hand placing itself on his shoulder.
"Yeah." He wheezes, finally standing straight, "Just a lot of smoke."
Everyone looks at where your bedroom is, the entire outside wall consumed in the flames. Hands are placed on your shoulders, their thumbs gently running over your skin. Your own hand goes to hold the one on your left.
"Are you okay?" Harrison asks quietly, carefully watching for your reaction though you show none.
"Yeah..." You sigh, trying to ignore all the things you left in your room and focusing on the fact you and him are okay and no one got hurt.
Sudden sirens ring in the distance and slowly approach, finally pulling up and multiple people rushing around as everyone else gets out of the way.
"How'd someone even get onto the property?" You ask with a groan.
"That's what in trying to figure out." Tom responds with an annoyed edge to his voice, returning to his phone call.
Harrison walks off to talk to Sam leaving you by yourself to watch the firefighters vanquish the blaze. Can you not have even a few days of peace? Every other time you turn around either someone is dying or something is going on in the house.
A small round of coughs racks through your body, your hand covering your mouth. Despite the raging fire you feel freezing, goosebumps running up your arms and legs. You rub your hands up and down your forearms to attempt to warm yourself but failing, your body now shivering.
"Cold?" Harrison asks, stepping up next to you and looking down.
"Don't know why." You sigh in response, your hands moving faster. A blanket is placed around the back side of your body, slight confusion running through your mind as you grab the corners and hold it against yourself. "Where'd you get a blanket?"
"They've got a lot of them in their truck." He answers with a shrug. "It's really cold outside today." As if on cue, white flakes start to fall from the sky and lace themselves into everyone's hair, decorating you all with snow.
"Hey!" You exclaim as the warmth of the blanket is lifted from your shoulders. You turn around and see Harrison placing it around himself before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him.
"This or the blanket?" He smirks, looking down as you look up.
"Yeah yeah yeah." You mumble with a smile, standing on your toes and pecking his nose before standing straight again. "So, if it's snowing and the house is on fucking fire, where are we going to stay?"
"I've no clue." Harrison sighs. "Worst comes to worst we're sleeping in a charred room."
"Well, we're not going to be able to go inside for a while." Tom sighs as he approaches, running a hand through his hair.
"No shit." You breathe, your head falling back and hitting Harrison's chest. "So what're we gonna do?"
"Well, you have somewhere to go." He points out, his eyebrows raising as he emphasized his words as he refers to your grandfather's house.
"Your dad or my grandfather would die if we all stayed there for even two days." You say, for both of the men hated each other with their whole dark little hearts. "'m surprised I haven't been killed yet."
"Nearly were today."
"Exactly. And they're worse enemies than us."
"So where are we going?" Groans Tom.
"I don't know! This isn't my house." You quip.
"Okay, okay guys." Harrison intervenes, one of his hands moving to go between you and Tom. "Now isn't the time to start a huge argument."
"Fine." You sigh. "If we absolutely have to we'd be able to stay at my place, but it's risky."
The window falls to the ground, causing you to let out a small squeak and jump, shrugging into Harrison more as if that were possible.
"Shut up!" You exclaim as he laughs above you.
"What! You got scared by a window! It's funny!" Harrison laughs in defense, his arms tightening around your waist.
"No, it's not!" You grumble, trying to escape his grasp but his strength outweighs your tired one.
"Aw come on."
"Lemme go!" You exclaim, hands working to detach his from around you.
"Okay." He shrugs, his arms suddenly pulling away causing you to fall to the ground.
"You asshole!" You yell. "Jokes on you this is yours!" You roll in the snow despite your freezing bare legs and make a snow angel before standing up again, Harrison's t-shirt now covered in white.
"Jokes on you that's your outfit. All of your clothes are burnt." He smirks.
"Guess I'm going to have to wear your clothes." You sigh. "Oh darn."
"Good thing you look nice in my stuff." Harrison says. "Cold again?"
"No." You shake your head, ignoring the goosebumps and your bright red face.
"Come 'ere." He smiles, opening his arms. You cave and walk into his grasp, your arms going around each other.
"How the fuck are you so warm." You mumble in question, a small chuckle falling from Harrison's mouth.
"Because I didn't decide to roll around in the snow."
You felt oddly at peace. Sure, your room was burning down behind you, but with Harrison in front of you and the blanket covering your back, you felt like you were in a safe cocoon of warmth; you feel like you're standing in a snow globe showing off the perfect moment. Your own little winter wonderland that no one else could get in to.
"You two are dating?!" Nikki exclaims from beside you both, causing you to jump and pull away.
"Oh, yeah we forgot to tell you." You laugh with a nervous grin, turning your attention to the woman.
"For how long?" She asks, curiosity shining in her eyes.
"Few months," Harrison answers, his fingers locking with your own. "Well, half of those months I was passed out."
"Still not funny." You state.
"Well, I'm really happy for you two." She smiles before walking off to talk to the firefighters.
"'M really tempted to run to your room and grab some pants." You sigh, only being in one of Harrison's t-shirts and black shorts.
"If you do that I'm pretty sure you'll be warm enough before you make it to the room." He states, again pulling your back into his front.
"Now we have a place to put the person who set my fucking room on fire." You say nonchalantly. "'M really tired."
"There's nowhere for you to sleep, darling." He mumbles. "Why does your head feel like a pillow..."
You shake your head up and down, forcing Harrison's off of it. He lets out a quiet 'hey' before picking you up and putting you over his shoulder. "Harrison!" You yell, trying to escape his grasp with your legs flailing as his laugh rings through the air. "Wait wait wait! I know where we can stay!" At that, he sets you down gently, still a toothy grin playing on his face.
"Where?" He asks, looking down at you.
"Wait a moment." You hush him before yelling, "Tom! If you'd like somewhere warm to sleep get over here!"
Tom approaches with a pissed off look. "What." He says, more of a statement than a question.
"I know a place we can stay." You state again, his expression changing from pissed to intrigued. "It's overseas in the US though."
"Where?"
"Coleman's." You answer simply.
"The Coleman's? The biggest mafia in the US?" Tom asks in surprise.
"Yeah, Zendaya's a friend of mine." You answer nonchalantly. "Met 'er when I was in the country for a few months."
"That's a deadly friendship." Harrison comments.
"Yeah yeah. Anyway, I need to borrow your phone, Tom." You request, holding out your hand
"What? Why?" He exclaims, hand tightening around the device. "Use yours!"
"Mines melted." You point out, raising your brow. "Now, if you want somewhere warm to stay, let me use your phone." You hiss, shaking your hand in front of him. He finally passes it over and you quickly dial the digits and holding the cold screen to your ear.
"Hey! It's me, Y/n." You smile. "Oh Y/n, thought it was someone else." Zendaya's voice laughs. "What's up?" "Funny story- just going to cut it short. I got stuck living with the Holland's for two years and their house sort of burnt down and we can't stay at my place or someone'll die." You say, with a slightly nervous laugh. "I was wondering if we'd be able to stay at your place?" "Okay, you'll have to tell me this story later, but how many people is it?" She asks. "Me and seven others? So like about four or five rooms?" You reply. "Should be okay." Zendaya agrees. "Bout how long?" "I don't know... Five days at the least maybe?" "Okay, I'll get stuff ready and you guys can head on over here. Lucky I've met with the Holland's before." She says. "Thanks! Bye." You bid goodbye with a smile.
"Okay!" You say, handing Tom his phone, "We're going to America!"
-
The group of eight is at the airport and on a plane fairly fast; mostly because you, Tom, Harry, Sam, and Paddy's rooms had been burnt with no remains - except for the small fireproof box you had filled with sentimental items. You sit by the window with Harrison next to you and Tom in front of you. The area of the plane you're in has small stalls with two seats per stall, each one seeming like a small bed in your eyes.
"Night." You mumble, your eyes fluttering shut.
"Night darling." Harrison repeats, pecking your forehead before returning to whatever he was doing. Your hand reaches out for his and quickly finds it before you fall asleep, a goofy grin plastered on your face.
Your eyes slowly open, revealing Harrison sleeping next to you with an armrest blocking his face from view and only allowing you to see his mop of curls. A smile spreads across your face as you yawn and sit up, releasing his hand from yours. Suddenly, your arm is pulled gently but enough to make you fall over the seat before your face is peppered in kisses, causing you to let out a small squeal before a round of giggles rings through the once quiet air. Harrison finally stops with one final kiss to your cheek, face hovering over yours with a grin.
"Fun way to wake up, yeah?" He smiles, hair falling to frame his face.
"Definitely." You agree, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. "In fact..." You move up and place your lips on his, Harrison immediately moving in sync. You suddenly move away, leaving a confused look on his face. "What'd you do that for?"
"Too early." You smirk tiredly.
"We're going to New York, right?" Harrison asks, changing the topic.
"Yeah, New York is a lot of fun." You say. "People find our accents fun." You say, snuggling more into the blanket he'd managed to bring on that stretched over the two seats, your head sinking into the part around your head.
"They've accents to me."
"No shit." You quip.
"You woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
"More like the wrong side of the ocean." You grumble.
"Hey, at least everyone's okay." He tries to reason, hand gently squeezing yours. You poke the spot right below his heart without averting your gaze from its spot on the seat in front of you. "Fine at the moment." He sighs before you poke it again. "Not dying!" "Sure about that?" You ask.
"Are you fucki-" he starts before groaning, "yes I'm sure. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing!" You exclaim, pulling the blanket around your body more. "You're the weird one."
Harrison's hand goes to your forehead, staying there for a split second before you shrug away. "Shit- you're burning up." He says. "Probably from rolling in the snow."
"I'm not burning you're just really cold." You quip. "Speaking of, it's fucking freezing."
"Tom," Harrison calls out, looking over the seat.
"What?"
"She's sick."
"Have fun, mate." Tom laughs, turning around again leaving Harrison to groan and turn to look at you.
"Just go to sleep." He sighs.
"'M not going to because you want me too. I'm just tired." You mumble before laying back down and shutting your eyes, sleep easily taking in your already aching body.
-
"Y/n." A voice says, pulling you out of your peaceful state, a groan escaping your lips. "We're leaving."
"I don't want to...." You mumble, turning so your back is facing them. "Come on." They sigh, gently shaking you. "We need to go meet up with the Coleman's."
"Fine." You sigh, standing up and immediately groan at your aching body. "I feel like shit."
"You only need to walk for a little bit," Harrison says. "Good thing you have no luggage."
You hold onto his arm with your hair messily tousled in every direction as the deadliest people in London make their way into a car to take you all to Zendaya's house.
-
"Hey Y/n!" Zendaya says as she walks outside, your group stepping onto the concrete sidewalk in front of a tall, multistory building with black windows. "Hi, Zendaya." You smile. "Hey, we're not in London." You state in clear confusion, turning in a circle with your brow scrunched together.
"Uh, yeah?" She confirms, confusion laced in her voice.
"She's sick." Tom answers.
"Oh yeah." She says before letting out a laugh. "You've never seen her sick. She gets really delusional."
"That's reallyyyy tall." You say, looking up before turning and seeing an animal down the street. "Look a cat!" You start to walk towards it but Harrison quickly wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, a pout sitting on your face.
"We should probably get inside." Zendaya says before stepping to the side and letting your group in. "It's cold in here." You mumble, hands rubbing up and down your arms.
"How'd you get this sick?" Zendaya asks, standing in front of you. "I'm not sick." You quip.
"She rolled around in the snow in her underwear." Harry answers. "Nuh-uh! I was wearing a shirt!" You exclaim in defense.
"T-shirt." Sam corrects. "That you're still wearing." Harrison smirks.
"Shut up!" You say, red darting across your cheeks as you pull down the fabric. "It's your fault!"
"How's it my fault?"
"Because your shirt is short."
"Y/n?" Z intervenes, gaining your attention. "Are you dating him?" "Uh-huh." You nod, turning to smile up at Harrison. "And you didn't tell me?" She raises her brow, arms crossing over her chest. "What? I did this morning remember?" You say. "That was me, Y/n." Nikki corrects. "Oh." You state. "Do you have any pets?" As if on a command, a small black dog runs into the room causing a wide smile to form on your face as you drop onto the floor and pet the animal. After a few moments, you stand again, seeming as if you completely forgot the past half hour.
“It’s cold.” You complain, wrapping your arms around Harrison’s torso and leaning your forehead against his side. “You’re going to get me sick.” He sighs arm wrapping around you and moving up and down in means to warm you - again.
“You look nice…” You giggle in a seemingly drunk voice, looking up at him with starstruck but foggy eyes.
“How do you stand this?” Zendaya sighs as she stands next to Tom. “Usually this doesn’t happen.” He states in response. “Well, at least not in front of us. Probably because she’s utterly crazy.”
“I’ve never seen her act this vulnerable,” Harry comments, eyes glancing to you clinging to Harrison. “It looks so unnatural.”
“At least she isn’t trying to kill one of us.” Tom shrugs.
“You two are so mean.” Nikki scolds, stepping up to the group.
“Well, it’s part of the business mum.” Sam smiles, earning a small swat to the arm.
“Oh, a puppy!” You suddenly exclaim, removing yourself from Harrison and again crouching to pet the black dog again. “You need to go to sleep.” Harrison says, holding your hand to pull you up, an arm wrapping around your waist when you nearly fall to the ground.
“Oh, yeah.” Zendaya smirks. “Your room is the first door on the fourth floor.”
“‘M going to feel bad for you all when we’re both sick like she is.” He sighs.
“I’ll be right back.” He says before finally walking with you to the elevator, both of you basically supporting the other. The elevator stops, an amazed wow coming from your mouth as the doors open and Harrison guides you into the large bedroom. You purposely - okay not actually on purpose but it works - fall onto the mattress and bury your face in a pillow. “Where are you going?” You ask when you see Harrison walking out of the room in the corner of your eye.
“Back downstairs.”
“Why don’tcha sleep with me?” You question, turning onto your back to better see him.
“Because I don’t want to get sick.” He sighs, he himself turning so he’s leaning against the doorframe. “We can hardly afford you being sick right now.”
“But…” You whine, arms outstretched in a needy action. “I can’t.” He stops you. “I will when you’re better but you need to sleep to get better.”
“Fine…” You huff, laying down and shutting your eyes allowing Harrison to leave as you subconsciously wrap your arms around a pillow.
-
Harrison walks downstairs again and nearly immediately falls down onto a couch with a groan. “You’ve gotta do something about that, mate.” Harry says. “Or at least tell Y/n about it.”
“Yeah, I know…” He sighs hand hovering over where the bullet entered his body, “It’s probably just it healing.”
“If that gets worse we’re taking you somewhere.” Tom says sternly though his stare at his friend is slightly concerned.
“Okay, can we not focus on it right now?” Harrison quips with an annoyed tone.
“Can someone tell me what’s going on here?” Zendaya asks, a hand on one of her hips.
“Bout three months ago Haz got shot.” Tom explains. “And nearly died. Right in the bottom of the chest.”
“Basically the summary of a mafia. Two people hate each other, fall in love, then one dies.” She mumbles, her stare set to the ground. Behind her few words were partial truth for the rest of their story yet to be written.
