HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

I'm Talking About You // Harrison Osterfield

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Pairing: Harrison x reader
Request: Hey I was wondering if you could do a Harrison x reader kinda thing where they meet for the first time or something and there's lots of fluff ??¿??

Requested by: Anon

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"This lighting is so, so good. Wow, Z." You squatted slightly to get a better angle, Zendaya laughed, posing dramatically as the sun radiated off her skin. You had met Zendaya through your internship – you were a media major and were given the opportunity to work on set of the new Spider-Man movie. You had met the main cast and some of the other Midtown students, you had yet to meet the main star on set, Peter Parker himself.

"We gotta go back in, you're meeting Harrison and Tom today." Your eyebrows pulled in – you didn't see a 'Harrison' on the call sheet that was given to you.

"Who's that?" You held the door open for Zendaya as she walked in, waiting for you and then falling into step with you.

"Harrison is Tom's best friend slash assistant? I guess. He's super cool though, sometimes I think they just give him the 'assistant' title so he can come fuck around with Tom on set." She shrugged, laughing along with you.

"Well, I'm excited to meet him." She nodded, you two reaching the set and seeing Jon standing there talking to two boys.

"You'll like him." Before you both could approach Jon, your pager went off, signaling that you were needed down in maintenance.

"I have to go – I'll see you at lunch?" She nodded, waving you off as she walked up to Jon, Tom and Harrison.

"Who was that?" Zendaya looked at Tom, saying hi to both of them, and Jon, before responding.

"That was (Y/N), here on an internship."

"Oh," Tom nodded, "I heard that there was someone here for a paid internship, studying media, right?" She nodded, asking Jon for this scene's revised script.

"Looked cute," Harrison mumbled, earning a nudge from his best friend. Harrison looked to his left, giving Tom a confused look.

"Don't go falling in love, Hazzy-boy." Harrison rolled his eyes as he shoved Tom away from him, ignoring the teasing coming from both him and Zendaya.

"Piss off." He was cut off from saying anything else by Jon, who patted his back and handed him an extra script so he could run lines with the other actors.

"Thank god," Zendaya praised, running toward Darnell and snatching the Chick-Fil-A bags out of his hands, then happily jogging her way toward the table.

"Don't everyone thank us all at once," you joked, heading over to the table with the rest of the food for the main cast. You went with Darnell for the food run after he told you Zendaya announced she wanted food outside of the set, and the rest of the group agreed, firing the orders out.

"Thank you, my love," Zendaya said, patting the seat next to her for you. "Ah, this is Tom, and this is Harrison." She gestured to a boy sitting directly in front of her, and then the boy with blue eyes next to him.

"Oh, the man himself! Nice to meet you," you extended your hand, which he happily took, shaking it. "And, Harrison? The, uh – 'assistant'." You made air-quotes around the word, sending Zendaya a wink, to which she laughed at, shaking her head.

"Right, that's me. Thanks for the food, love." Harrison couldn't help the smile growing on his face as he watched you sit down next to Zendaya, engaging in conversation with her.

"Falling in love?" He heard his best friend whisper to him, causing him to roll his eyes, despite the blush finding its way up his neck.

"Shut. Up." He emphasized each word, looking up when Zendaya asked him a question.

"Alright, quiet on set!" It had been three weeks since you met Tom and Harrison, each day went by much too quickly in their presence. You had grown to love the too loud British boys, your liking in Harrison going further than you wanted it to. You had sworn to yourself that you only found him cute, even endearing in his English charm and accented pet names. But, as you found yourself wanting to talk to him more, wanting to sit next to him everywhere the group went and wanting to feel how warm his hand was, you concluded this was much more than you finding him cute.

You went to go sit down on one of the empty seats, finding one next to Harrison, or Haz, as he asked you to call him.

"Hey, Haz," Harrison turned to look at you, smiling softly.

"Hey, babe. Where have you been?" Your chest fluttered, hearing the common pet name – but, coming from it him, it sounded different.

"Taking notes, I shadowed the sound guy for a couple of hours. Do you know how many times he had to edit out Tom making up his own web noises?" Harrison laughed too loudly, earning a glare from Jon. He silently apologized, nudging you when he heard you laughing softly next to him. You gained his attention, signaling him to follow you. You both got up quietly, making your way toward Tom's trailer.

"There – we can actually have a conversation." Harrison chuckled, sitting on the makeshift bed he made on the couch, patting the spot next to him so you could join him.

"I have a question," you looked at Harrison, seeing him drum his fingers against his thigh, something he did when he was nervous.

"What's up, Haz?"

"Well, I was hoping you could give me some advice – like, girl advice." Your heart clenched – of course he liked someone.

"Haz got a little crush on someone?" You winked at him, scooting closer to him. He chuckled softly, nodding.

"I think it might be a little more than just a crush." He swore he saw you frown – but, only for a quick second. "See, I'm friends with her but I want more, obviously – how do I tell her that though?"

"What's she like?" He gave me a confused look. "So then I have a better understanding – the way you tell someone you like them has a lot to do with who they are. I need to see if I could guess her reaction by how she is with you." He nodded in understanding, thinking about what to say.

"Well, she's simple – she's very rational and she always looks at the big picture and doesn't like to jump into anything. We haven't known each other long but, when I'm with her, I feel like I've known her forever." You nodded along to him, half listening and half feeling sorry for yourself. "In fact, I met her, like, three weeks ago." You nodded again. Hm, we met three weeks ago. "And, uh, we kind of met through mutual friends."

"Sounds like how we met!" You smiled at him, completely oblivious to who he was talking about. He nodded at you too, hoping you'd catch on.

"Yeah, she's actually in university – she's a media major..."

"That's so weird! So am I!"

"Are you serious?" You looked at him confusion, shrugging. "For fuck's sake, I'm talking about you!" He stood up, throwing his hands up in frustration. "I tried to make it obvious, but, Jesus, darling." You looked down, smiling slightly.

"I didn't want to get my hopes up." His eyebrows furrowed.

"Hopes up? Like, I couldn't like you? Wait – does that mean you like me, too?"

"What? Like I couldn't like you?" You mocked him, standing up so you were standing in front of him. He shrugged, his hand reaching out to hold yours.

"Well, now that, that's settled," he pulled you closer, leaning in to you, "will you please go out with me?"

"Hm," you pretended to think about the question, leaning up to kiss him, but being interrupted by a door opening.

"Finally!" You both looked at the door, Harrison groaning as Tom stood at the door, Jacob and Laura behind him.

"Yes," you responded, "to your question, Haz." He turned back around, smiling at you softly.

"Alright, alright, stop being gross." Harrison chucked a pillow at him, pointing at him when it hit him square in the face.

"You deserve that."