Hey if your request are opened could you write something along the lines of the reader being shy in groups and maybe Tom or one of the boys say something and she overhears and gets even more shy and anxious around Harrison’s friends
Thank you, sorry it too so long, requests are open. Hope you like it
Warnings: anxious reader, insecure reader, anxiety
Groups were never your thing; you much preferred one-to-one contact with people. It wasn’t that you were antisocial, just that you almost couldn’t find your voice in groups, always finding it difficult to speak up afraid you would stop the flow of conversation.
Most of the time it went unnoticed, being able to pass it off as being interested in something else around you. Harrison had spotted it the moment he introduced you to his family. He took note of how your body stiffened, and how the hand that held his trembled. He also noticed how you didn’t start a conversation and how you contributed when called upon. If his family noticed they didn’t say anything, at least not to you.
When Harrison asked you about it, you expected him to leave. Most people did at that point. When you told him about groups of people made you feel, he didn’t mock you, he held you and reassured you that he wouldn’t leave.
In public he would hold your hand tighter, squeezing it to remind you he was there. He would leave little kisses on the top of your head, and the backs of your hands. He wanted to remind you he was always there, and he wasn’t going to leave your side.
Your behaviour didn’t go completely unnoticed. The boys had begun to notice the minimal participation in conversation, how you would look shocked when someone addressed you. They also took note of how you clung to Harrison, looking sad when he left a room.
Walking down the stairs towards the kitchen, you heard Toms’ voice, “Haz, does Y/n not like us? We all feel like she doesn’t want to be here when we are around.”
Your heart fell, you loved spending time with the boys, but your nerves got the best of you a majority of the time. Feeling guilty, you went back upstairs to climb back into bed, hoping the covers would keep any bad feelings away.
Harrison decided that to come and wake you up, unaware that you had been awake for a while, having heard what Tom said. Hearing the door open, you quickly shut your eyes feigning sleep.
“Morning gorgeous” Haz pressed a kiss to your head, your face hidden in the covers. Rolling over a small smile made its way onto your face when Harrison’s hand cupped your cheek.
Noticing a redness to your eyes, he frowned. “What’s wrong love?”
“Nothing.” You shook your head for added emphasis. You didn’t want to create any problems between him and the boys.
Grabbing a coffee with Harrison in the kitchen, you became startled when Tom himself walk in. Instinctively you went to stand behind Harrison, and you shrunk in on yourself. Keeping your gaze locked on your mug, you didn’t see the exchange of glances between the two boys.
A movie was playing the living room, the plot irrelevant to you. The atmosphere seemed too tense for you, and you needed to escape. Wriggling out of Harrison’s hold, you stepped into the kitchen.
Resting your arms on the counter, you dropped your head, trying to keep your tears at bay. You hated this; you wished more than anything that you could hold a conversation with them or even be around them without wanting to leave.
Hearing footsteps, you expected Harrison, but when you turned around, you were met with Tom, the person you really didn’t want to see. Quickly wiping your eyes, you pushed yourself away from the counter and tried to go back to watch the movie.
A hand on your arm stopped you. “Are you okay?” You wanted to scream at him, but instead, you said nothing as you shook. His face softened when he realised, Harrison’s words repeating in his head.
“She likes you all, Tom. She just struggles in social situations, don’t take it personally. Her past doesn’t define her, but it haunts her. Take time with her, please. She means more to me than she knows.”
It was true, Harrison just had this natural ability to calm you. Tom could see it as your eyes darted around the room for him. “What can I do?” Tom’s voice was gentle, not wanting to startle you. “Let me help you, Y/n.”
Looking at his face, you could see the genuineness in his features. Taking a step against your mind, you walked closer to Tom hugging him, wanting some form of physical contact to calm you down. It took Tom a moment to wrap his arms around you but felt you relax the moment he did.
Harrison walked into the room, shocked, but happy. Happy that you seemed to trust Tom, one of his friends, to calm you down. He wasn’t jealous, no, he knew you would never do anything like that. He was just happy that you were fighting your demons, and in the process letting your walls down.
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