THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

Mean -Part 7 (end) [Harrison Osterfield series]

Written by: @/o-brienwrites

Pairings: Harrison Osterfield x reader

Word Count: 2, 225

Warnings: none

You step into the coffee shop. You were here to meet Harrison after calling him 20 minutes ago. Turns out he was at the coffee shop getting some hot chocolate, so he told you to come immediately.

You wriggled out of your scarf and draped it over your arm. You presumed that Harrison had found a seat, and bought both of you a hot chocolate. You spotted Harrison at a two seater table. Someone was sitting across him, her back facing you. Was it her? Did he bring her along? He wouldn't... Would he? You furrowed your brows.

"Y/N." Harrison rose from his seat. You kept your gaze on her and frowned. You could see him from you peripheral vision. His eyes darted to her, then too you.

"No... it's not..."

She had caught on, sensing your presence She too stood up, scanned you, and scoffed, as if she was disgusted by you. You scanned her too. Louis Vuitton pea coat, Hermes scarf, Prada handbag. She looked expensive. And you looked, like an average mediocre person.

"You!" She pointed her finger at you, her manicured nails seemed to threaten you. They seemed as sharp as a knife, ready to slit your throat at any moment.

"Kat. Stop." Harrison said sternly, tugging at her arm. She obviously didn't want to be tamed. She rolled her eyes and freed herself from his grip.

"How dare you ruined my relationship? How dare you mess with Haz and I?" She took a step closer to you, her tall figured shadowed over yours.

"What...?" You frowned. You? Ruining her relationship? All you did was spill juice on Haz and pour pink paint on him.

"How could you? I made him so happy, and you, how dare you steal him from me?" She hissed, picking up a coffee cup. You knew this wasn't going to end well. Before you could react, she raised the cup, and dumped it's contents on you. You frowned, looking down at the coffee that started to seep into the coat. The brown liquid had stained your favourite grey coat. You sighed softly. It was the coat you had painstakingly saved up for. It cost a fortune for you, mainly because you were new in the working world.

"Kat. I said stop it. She did nothing." Harrison gripped onto her skinny arm. He stared at her coldly as she struggled to break free. You thanked the stranger who handed you tissues, and gave a rather defeated smile when the stain wouldn't come off.

"Yes she did! She ruined what we had. She ruined our love!" She insisted and stomped a foot on the ground. She was facing Harrison, inches away from him. She glowered in anger, ready to release that pent up emotions any second.

"She did nothing. It was all me." He said firmly. She stepped back, shocked to hear the news. "I thought you loved me..." You heard her whisper as pain started to show on her face. She had realised that you weren't at fault. She sniffled a little, before she picked up her bag and left.

"Y/N... I'm sorry... I..."

You turned away and found your way into the restroom. You peeled off the coat that turned a chestnut brown. You ran water through it, soaking it through. The coffee refused to wash off, so you sighed in defeat.

"Y/N..." Harrison knocked on the door.

The coat was past saving. You knew dry cleaning wouldn't help. The coat had gone to waste. You cursed as you thought about the cold. There was no point in calling a cab, so you had to walk two blocks back to the apartment in the cold of the night.