THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

fearless - p.p.

Written by:@/ parkerroos

wc: 2.2k 
summary: “you take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless” based off of the songfearless by taylor swift

The rain had always been her favorite kind of weather. The smell always brought a smile to her face and she loved the way raindrops felt on her cheekbones. There was also something, she had noticed, about the way the pavement looked right after a rainstorm. The light from outside made it glow, and if anything she felt like the scent of it only increased. On this particular day, her and Peter had gone out to the nearby café for hot chocolate. The hot beverage warmed her hands in contrast to the cooler weather outside. She insisted on getting a table by the window and Peter didn’t argue because it made her happy.

When she heard the first raindrop hit the glass window, her head snapped towards it to see the downpour of rain begin. A wide smile made its way onto her face and Peter stared at her. He was completely infatuated with her. The twinkle in her eyes when it rained. The way her nose got this slight crinkle in the bridge when she smiled that wide. When it really began to downpour, Peter stood up, insisting that they should get back soon before Aunt May started to worry. Peter hurried and tried to run to his car while she lagged behind. The rain had soaked them both to the bone the minute they stepped outside, but she didn’t care. She stood in the middle of the sidewalk, giggles falling past her lips as she clumsily twirled, letting the rain run down her cheeks and the slope of her nose.

Peter turned around and smiled widely at the sight in front of him. He grabbed his camera from the comfort of his car and focused it on his best friend. The sound of the shutter snapped her out of her daze and she turned her attention to Peter.

“Did you just take my picture?” she nearly had to yell to be heard over the rain. Peter only flashed her a cheeky smile and winked. The action sent her heart into overdrive and her already wet palms went clammy. Her cheeks already flushed from the cold outside, grew darker as she smiled back at him. He placed the camera back in his car before walking over to her and grabbing her hand. He nearly had to force her out of the rain and into the car, knowing fully well that she just wanted to dance in the middle of the small parking lot, the raindrops dancing with her.

The heater was on full blast on the car ride back to Peter’s apartment. She could only hope Peter didn’t notice the pink flush still on her cheeks, despite her face returning back to its normal temperature. Peter had held her hand and even though he had done it many times before, it made her heart flutter. She bit her lip, trying her hardest not to get caught up in her emotions in that moment. Her head turned to look at him as he drove. One of his hands released its grip on the wheel and he ran it through his wet hair, stray curls falling onto his forehead. Despite her best efforts she couldn’t help her heartbeat increase, as he unknowingly made her fall deeper in love with him.

As she turned to look back out the window she bit her lip again, cursing herself for how far deep she had fallen in.

The next week at school all (Y/N) saw left and right where homecoming proposals. Her heart yearned for Peter to ask her to the dance, her cheeks flaring just at the thought. She fidgeted with the lock on her locker before pulling it open. A small slip of paper fluttered down and she bent over to pick it up.

Meet me on the roof in 10 minutes. It’s urgent. 
-Peter

Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion as she read the note a few more times. She had Algebra next and she wasn’t exactly sure how her parents would react if they ever found out she ditched class to hang out with Peter on the roof of the school. She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed out deeply before shutting her locker and hurrying down the hall. Algebra could wait.