THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

Twin-Sick-h.h

Written by: @/ peterplanet

summary: in which harry misses sam, but he still has her

word count: 782

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Harry missed Sam. It was obvious in the way that he walked, in the way that he talked, and in every move that he made. He would look off, look tired in the way that he presented himself. His gait was slow, and his eyes were heavy with every breath that he took. It reminded him of Sam, looking in the mirror, and it was painful to see the reflection of his twin in his own eyes.

It was obvious that they were closer to each other than either of their brothers. They had a bond that couldn’t be described as brotherly or even as familial. It was deeper than that, deeper than anything that anyone could ever experience. But it made sense to them because they were twins, and their bond ran as deep as their bloodstream and as long as their eternity.

But if anyone had ever come close to understanding the bond that Harry and Sam shared, it was (Y/N). She had known Harry first, met him through a mutual friend that set them up together with the inspiration that they had similar senses of humor and similar friend-groups. They had known of each other through mutual friends but had never really known each other until their first date, a blind date. And they had fallen for each other fast and hard to the point that (Y/N) had gotten to know Sam extensively in their time together.

To know Sam was to know Harry better. That was what (Y/N) had always said, always insisted with her broad smile and twinkling eyes as she looked at Harry with such admiration. She had never been jealous or upset if he had chosen to spend extra time with Sam rather than her and had never been angry if he had cancelled their plans for it. She had always understood in her patiently loving way and always said that she would be the same if her siblings came home.

And when Sam was gone, she took his place by Harry’s side. She stayed with him throughout the night, kept close to him as she curled into his side and watched movies with him. And she never brought it up unless he wanted to talk about it, never forced him to talk about how much Sam meant to him. She knew that it would threaten tears out of him, threaten a meltdown because of how much he missed his twin.

And (Y/N) understood that when Sam came home, she wouldn’t see Harry for a few days. He would always text her good-morning and good-night, always call her at some point, but she wouldn’t be his top priority for a few days. And she was never jealous, never envious of that bond because she loved him. She cared so deeply for Harry that she understood how deep his love for his twin must be. To Harry, it meant the world.

He ponders all of this as he looks down at her sleeping form. They’re curled up in his bed, a movie playing on his laptop that he can’t recall the name of. He knew that (Y/N) was excited to watch it, had wanted to see it for months and had nearly cried when he bought the DVD for her as a Christmas present. Harry strokes her hair as he looks down at her, thinking of how much he loves her and how deep his affection is for her as he kisses her forehead. He carefully pulls away from her, mindful not to wake her, and tucks her into bed.

He stands up and closes his laptop and puts it away safely before turning out the lights and returning to his bed. He’s greeted by the sight of her (e/c) eyes stare up at him, blinking lazily.

“Harry?” She murmurs, her eyes blinking away sleep. “Is everything okay?”

“’Course it is, love,” he assures her with another kiss pressed to her forehead as he climbs back into bed with her. “I was just putting everything away before I went to bed. You all comfy? Don’t need any clothes, do you? I know it can get cold at night.”

She shakes her head and nuzzles her nose against his chest. “I’m good, just wanna go back to bed with you. Love you a lot.”

And it’s this sleepy confession that makes Harry’s heart soar, makes his eyes crinkle in the corners as he kisses her forehead. In this moment, he forgets about how badly he misses Sam and remembers only how warm and constant she is next to him. How much love he has for the girl spending the night and hopefully many more in the future.