THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

The Montreal Pad + Sam Holland

Written by: @/toms-accent

Summary: You join Sam as he visits his brothers and Haz in Montreal. Mid-trip, Tom and Haz move houses to make room for the guest…But this also means that you and Sam will be sharing a bed for the first time.

Warnings: Fluff & BOYS BEING DUMB

Words: 1,212

“IT’S MOVING DAY!” Tom exclaims as the crew piles up into a car after loading the luggage that they had been living out of for the last couple of months. You sat in between the twins, having a view of the journey across Montreal to the new housing arrangements the producers had set Tom and Harrison up with. Harry sat to you right and Sam, your boyfriend of three months, sat to your left. You laughed as Harrison turned on a song with a loud beat and a low bass drum kicking out of the car’s sound system, the boys dancing in their seats as they cruised down the back roads of Montreal, making an absolute foul of themselves. 

The group dialed down as the song finished, a slower song taking it’s place to ease the hectic action that was just taking place in the car. You sat there, facing the road in front of you and letting your eyes trace the trees that lined either side of the road. The outside looked dreary with the autumn chill that was resting in the air. As you examined the sky, you felt long fingers intertwine with yours from the left of you, Sam had taken your chilled hands in his warm ones. When you turned your head to look at him, his own eyes were trained on the grey sky and changing trees, his side profile almost like a picture against the dark sky. You smiled lightly, brushing your thumb over his hand and bring it up to kiss the side. Sam turned slightly to look at you, peering from the corner of his eye and giving you a small smirk before lifting your own hand to kiss. 

Not long after you had placed your head on Sam’s shoulder and had began to doze off, the car came to a stop and Tom let out a loud exclamation about being home. You reluctantly lifted your head to look at Sam, who only chuckled at your lazy demeanor and planted a kiss to your left temple before opening the car door and helping you out of the car. You shivered slightly at the chill in the air and hurriedly went to grab your luggage, but before you could even think about taking it inside, Sam had yours and his duffle bags over his shoulders, his backpack on his back, and the luggage cases in his hands. 

“Sam! Let me help you!” You chuckled out as his waddled towards the door, he only laughed at you as you chased him inside the home. You stopped in the open foyer, gazing at the chandelier that glistened with a warm light, the tile floor reflecting it. Sam kept trudging on, not completely phased by the home, towards a staircase that led upstairs. 

“Tom, what room is mine and what is (y/n)’s?” Tom looked up his phone, eyes widening humorously as he looked at his brother and the bags he carried. Tom’s eyes moved to look up the staircase, then back to his brother before looking back to his phone, “The both of you can take the room at the end of the hall to the right.” 

Sam paused his venture up the stairs, looking down at Tom over the banister, “You’re putting us in the same room?” 

Tom looked at the empty space in front of him blankly with an innocent look on his face, “Yeah, why not? You are boyfriend and girlfriend…Right?” Tom looked at him expectantly, holding his phone with both hands, with that same innocent look.

“Yeah, we are but I’m not sure (y/n) will be comfortable with that…” Sam said a he shifted the bags. The thought of being in the same bed with you for the next two weeks made a blush rise to Sam’s freckled cheeks, thinking of holding you in his arms all night long made his heart flutter with anticipation. Not that he wanted you in a sexual way, of course he did, but even just to actually sleep while holding you in his arms could please him. 

“I’m sure she won’t mind, and if she does, you can always go sleep with Harry,” Tom shrugged. Sam nodded slowly before making his way up the rest of the staircase and walking to the room at the end of the hallway. He opened the door to see taupe walls with a bed that had light cream bedding, the room giving off a calming aura. Sam let out a small sigh as he placed the bags at the foot of the bed and sat down on the edge.

You, on the other hand, knew nothing of the sleep arrangements until you had finished walking through the whole house and giving yourself a tour. Finally you had made it to the upstairs, looking in each room until you found the one that Sam had been in. Now, he was hanging up the both of your clothes in the closet neatly and he didn’t hear you walk into the room. You smiled at his back as he stood in front of both of the suitcases, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his torso. He paused his work and turned slightly after placing his hands on yours, “Hello, darling.”

“Hello, love,” You said lowly as you moved to help him get to work, “So does this mean I’m sleeping with you?” You joked openly as you moved to place your folded jeans in the dresser drawers, he chuckled lightly as he moved to hang up a couple of his button ups. “Yes…Tom put us in here together. If you don’t want to be in the same room, I can-”

You turned and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and confused eyes, “What made you think I didn’t want to share a room with you?” 

Sam shrugged his shoulders awkwardly, stuttering as he thought of a reason, “I-I don’t know. We’ve only been dating for a little over three months. I just didn’t know if you were comfortable with that, love.” He said as he moved his duffle bag and suitcase into the closet, taking your own from you and doing the same. You looked exasperated at him, and he almost confused it for anger.

“I don’t care, babe. Whatever you want is fine with me.” You say as you move towards him and wrap your arms around his torso, looking up at him as you hand his arms that wrapped around your waist. He slightly crouched down and picked you up from the ground lightly, the tips of toes barely touching the ground. Your eyes closed as he put his forehead on yours, his own eyes hooded as he looked at you through his eyelashes.

“Hey,” He said as he nudged your nose with his own causing you to look up at him. He was wearing a small, shy smirk with a blush beginning to creep up his cheeks, “I think I’m in love with you.”

You tensed slightly for a moments before leaning into him and moving to press your lips to his. He smiled into the kiss as he wrapped an arm around your waist, the other moving a hand to your cheek. 

“I love you too, Sam.”

“Good.”