luck | harrison osterfield au

1. january vol.2

I was woken up by crushing weight of a human body. Liz was always a messy sleeper and couldn't stick to her side. Even though she had enormously big bed she always ended up sleeping on me everytime I was sleeping over.

I gently pushed my dearest friend away from me and was trying to find my phone on the nightstand right next to the bed. It was 9:47. I had a few messages from my friends wishing me happy new year but the one that really caught my attention was from my boyfriend. I haven't texted him back since yesterday morning. I didn't want to deal with it right now so I just answered politely to him and to all other messages. Then scrolled through social media for a bit until I felt hunger taking over me. Liz was still asleep therefore I had to be really silent and not wake her with the sound of my footsteps.

When I got out and took a trip to bathroom on my way to kitchen. This house was like a second home for me and this situation wasn't new to me either. Liz was always the one sleeping longer. This fact made me and her parent best friends because I was always eating breakfast with them.

As I was approaching the end of starecase I heard some music playing from kitchen.

'Good morning!' Harrison said with a bigger excitement that was appropriate for this hour when I walked through the kitchen door and searched for some water to drink.

'Good morning,' I reasponded with a sleepy voice, 'looks like somebody is in a great mood.'

'Looks like somebody is a fan of christmas onesies.' Harrison pointed at my favourite christmas pyjamas. I have to admit I have this weird kink for what people call "ugly" sweaters. I don't know why society consider them as ugly. In my oponion they are beautifully original. Maybe Harrison has that weird kink too, because he was wearing exactely this peace of cloathing.

'Says someone wearing sweater like that. However, I get. You are just jealous because my onesie is better than your.' I joked and sipped water from my cup as if I said the biggest burn ever waiting for his reaction. He looked extremely offended. That kind of offended like when they kill your whole family or a dog if you are John Wick.

'I've never been more humiliated in my life before,' he said so believably that I nearly fell for it, 'and I was even making you breakfast. Such dishonor. I guess, I have to eat it all by myself.'

'No!' He really got me with the food that little fucker. He knew I had sweet spot for it and his creation looked so good. I didn't know he was capable of making this kind of meals. Well, I didn't even know he cook.

'I take it back if I can have bite. Deal?' I stick out my hand ready to make this deal official and Harrison took it without hassitation.

'Deal!' we shake hands to make it official and Harrison starts to make one more sandwich for me. I offered to make some tea for us. Such a british thing to do but I love it. It warms up my body nicely and makes the upcoming day more bearable.

'Hey, what kind of tea do you want? Fruit sensation?' I ask the cooking boy searching the box with tea right next to the toaster on the kinchen sink remembering Harrison's favourite flavour.

'Yeah, yeah, that one.' He is so focused on the sandwich making it's so funny to watch. He is placing every piece of vegetable on that one bread slice in such a gentle way. Like it's some kind of art. Leonardo da Vinci who? Step back and make some noise for the one and only Harrison Osterfield! Drumroll, please. Finally, he is placing the upper slice on top of his art. I haven't realised I was so hungry until now. Concidering the fact that the last meal I had was some weird diner burger I can't wait to taste this beauty.

'Here you go.' He hands me plate with sandwich carefully and we sit together at the table. Some acoustic music is playing. Sun is shinning through the windows. Haven't felt this peaceful in a long time. I took a bite from my breakfast. What even is this. It's so amazing. When did he get so great at cooking?

'Oh my God! It's fingerlicking good! Who are and what did you do to Harrison Osterfield?'

'What are ypu talking about? I was always this superior when it came to culinary shit. I have a talent from God himself. Forget about Jamie Oliver. Remember the name Harrison Osterfield!' I watch him make this awful egocentric himself with a look of total disapproval and amusement at the same time.

'Are you done Mr. New Jamie Oliver? Do you remember that one time when you tried make eggs in a plastic sack in the microwave or should I freshen up your memory a little bit?' Yeah, that's right. He actually did it.

I was like 11 and he was 13 at that time. Liz and I were over at her house playing with some toys. We started to feel bit hungry after some time and the only person that was at home with us was Harrison because their parents had to go somewhere. He offered to make us some eggs saying that he saw some cool hack on the internet. I guess that riddiculous trick was from 5 minutes crafs. They were the worst eggs I have ever eaten in my life. They ended up in a bin and he gave us some toast with marmelade at the end. What kind of lesson you should take from this? Don't believe someone who watches 5 minute crafts.

'No, don't bring that up. Everybody was starting somewhere on their path to perfection. I was young and naive. But now. I'm wise and...'

'Old.' I finished his sentense for him and he rewarded me with a dead glare.

'Still young.' He said still glaring at me as he finished his sandwich. 'Now if you excuse me I'm going to check if the tea is ready to be served.'

'Do as you please.' I watched the blond male take out the tea bag and pouring tea into cups that I prepared for us earlier. This scenario was so peaceful. Like a movie scene. I felt like everything is alright. Haven't felt this in a while. Harrison came back and placed two cups on the table.

'This feels so calming.' He said like he was reading my mind. I just looked at him and noded finishing breakfast.

'This moment is just perfect. Thank you for the food. Cheers!' I held my cup up in the air to click glasses with him.

'Cheers!'

'Is Tom coming to The dinner, too?' I said after a while remembering Harrison's best friend. He was nice, funny and not to mention kinda handsome as well. It would be intresting to see him after all these years.

'No, he had some other planes with his family. It will be just us like in the old days...and Blake. Seems like a funny evening is ahead of us.' He answered with obvious sarcasm in his voice and a long pause before mentioning Blake.

'C'mon. I've never thought you are such a protective older brother. He is far the best guy Liz has ever dated. He is respectful, nice, smart and even looks good. Why do you don't like him?'

'It's not like I have something against HIM. I just...I...after the last guy she dated I just don't believe guys. I want to protect her. I don't want to see her broken like that again.'

This took me by surprise. However I knew what he was feeling. Lize's ex was perfect at the beginning and then he hit her during an argument. When she told me that I wanted to beat the crap out of him even though I was tousand miles away. Liz, on the other hand, took it really calmly. At first she was broken. I've never seen her like that before and the wosrt part was that I couldn't hug her and be there for her. She broke up with him eventually and started to be more cautious when it came to guys. It really changed her.

'I don't want to see her like that either but she makes her own decisions and has my full trust. I would love to pretect her from everything bad in this world however that's not like life works. She has to make some mistakes in order to live it. She is stronger that you think and can handle anything and we can help her when she will need us.' I looked him straight in the eyes. He didn't say anything but in that one look I knew he understood it despite the fact it was hard for him.

I'm not a fan of eye contact neverthless I got lost in his eyes. More like in this perticular moment. Sun shinning through windows, calming song in the backround, hot tea in my hands and somehow Harrison was fitting in this moment as well. I didn't see when Liz joined us but her voice woke me up from it. She gave us a suspicious smile and started talking about her headache from last night.

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hello beautiful people! here is a bit longer chapter. hope you will like it and enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it

xoxo wildflower