THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

you'll be alright

Written by: @/o-brienwrites

Pairings: Harry Holland x reader

Word Count: 1, 009

"So hydrogen gas is formed at the cathode and oxygen gas... wait no... it's chlorine gas." She sits by her desk, mumbling to herself as she deciphers the question. She sighs and run her hands through her hair that was clipped up. Her eyes glance up to the wall in front of her. Post it notes and encouraging quotes stuck to the wall, all surrounding her exam schedule.

"A calculus exam and a chemistry exam tomorrow." She sighed once again. The exam stress was getting to her. Don't. She told herself. She couldn't afford wasting time on another episode. She let out a deep breath and bowed her head. She glances at the textbook again. I can do this. I can do this. I ca- what if I can't? What if I fail the exams tomorrow? What if... what if I don't score well. I won't be able to get into college. I can't disappoint mum and dad. I can't let them down. They invested so much in me. They have high hopes. I have to do this. I need to study. I need to do this. I have to do this... but I can't. I'm so unprepared. I barely know anything. I can't solve any calculus questions. I can't get any chemistry facts in my head. Why? What is wrong with me?

She rises from her seat and lies down on her bed. Tears threatening to spill out at any moment. What is wrong with me? She ponders as she closes her eyes. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. She tells herself. Nothing seems to work. Her head is clouded with thoughts and she reeks of anxiety. She sighs as she feels a hot tear trickle down her cheek. Not again. I can't afford this. She groans. She can't waste anymore time. I have to focus.

"Love... what's wrong?" Right... he's here. She looked up. A cup of tea in his hand, probably with too much milk. She bit her lip as he inched closer, and took a seat next to her. I

"Harry... I..." She opened her mouth to speak, but shut it quickly. I shouldn't burden him with this. I can handle this on my own. He needs to focus on his film project.

"What is it?" Worry was evident on his face.

"It's nothing." She stood up, only to be pulled back down by him.

"Something is wrong... tell me Y/N. I can help." She shook her head.

"Just tell me." He begged.

"I'm stressed about my exams. I can't memorise anything. My anxiety is getting bad. Everything is overwhelming." She sighed in defeat, as if she accepted her fate that she will flunk the exam.

"Oh love... you should have told me sooner. Here. Let me help you." He reached for the books on her desk and plopped them on her bed.

"But Harry... you went to BRIT school. You learnt different things from me."

"I learnt some stuff from Sam." He tugged on her arm, such that she sat next to him now. "So what are the three differences between addition polymerisation and condensation polymerisation?"

"Condensation polymerisation produces a by product while addition polymerisation does not. Addition polymers do not have linkages in them, while condensation polymers do. And... uhm..." She wrecked her brain, searching for the last difference. Remember! It's somewhere in there. You have to think Y/N. Think! "Saturated monomers combine in condensation polymerisation while unsaturated monomers combine in addition polymerisation."

"Good job! See, you do have something in your head." He tapped her head lightly. "Don't worry. Even if you think that there's nothing in your head, it's probably due to the stress. You can answer the questions just fine." He ruffled her hair, earning a small smile from her.

"Thank you Harry... shouldn't you be working on your short film?" She quirked an eyebrow.

"I have plenty of time."

The next two hours were well spent. She could complete a few calculus questions, and chemistry facts could flow out of her effortlessly. She closed her book. It was 8pm . Time for dinner.

"Thank you for doing this." She said as she plopped onto the bed.

"Your welcome." He smiles as he lays down next to her. "It's dinner time. We should head out."

She walked out of her room only to see dinner on the table. She smiled. How did he prepare this?

"I got Haz to help me." Harry said, pulling out a chair for her. He took his seat opposite her, and dinner began.

"Just a warning. It may be too much sugar or salt in it. Harrison doesn't do measurements." Harry said as she took a bite.

"It's great. I'll have to thank him later." She grinned. Suddenly, a wave of nervousness hit her. The familiar feeling that she dreaded. Anxiety was brewing inside of her. She tensed up, her hand was now gripping the side of the table.

"Penne for your thought." Harry said as he slipped a piece of penne (it's a type of pasta in case you're wondering) into her plate. She looked at him and gulped. I shouldn't burden him. She shook her head, suggesting that everything was alright.

"Another one." He slipped another piece. Did he really want to know?

"I'm just so afraid... I can't fail the exam. It's my O level exam and it determines what school I get into next..." She buries her face in her hands.

He took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "It's alright love... You'll do well. Trust me. I was watching you and you're prepared."

She bit her lip as she fought back her tears. She could feel her own mind attacking itself. The nerves and anxiety seemed to be tearing her apart.

"Come here love." He stood up with open arms. She went to him, closing her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. He stroked her hair, humming a calming song as they hugged.

"Don't let the exam stress get to you love. You'll be alright" He whispers and places a kiss on her forehead.