THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

Generation to Generation + Sam Holland

Written by: @/toms-accent

Summary: In which Sam joins you in you monthly trip to the downtown antique shops and he meets a woman who helps Sam in more ways than one.

Warnings: None. Just fluff fluff fluff.

Words: 1, 497

“You’ll love this, I’m sure of it!” You exclaim as you swing your adjoined hands up and down as the two of you walk down the sidewalk towards the shops. Sam agreed to join you for your “antique weekend” because he knew how much you enjoyed glancing into the past that you adored so much. 

You were a history buff, and you had a knack for knowing every song from the forties, fifties, and sixties or for books from the early 1900′s or for jewelry from the roaring twenties. And these antique weekends were your way of appreciating the decades that you swore you should have been born in. Sam being the old-soul that you claim he is, held tightly to your hand as the oldie goldie classics played on the downtown strip. 

Your Aubrey Hepburn inspired look made your figure look even curvier than it usually did, the all black attire slimming you and hugging your waist. The black turtle neck, that was partially hid under that khaki colored coat, tucked into your pants snuggly, your hair in a ponytail that swung back and fourth as the two of you walked. You always dressed according to the occasion, and so was Sam, in his dark grey dress pants and sweater with a white collar peeking out from underneath, a blazer put on over the attire to keep the late autumn chill out.

Sam would be lying if he said he didn’t think that this was the most beautiful he’d ever seen you. Your serine face made you look like you were the most peaceful women in the world, your light pink lips in a small smile as you looked around at all the shops you had probably been in a thousand times before. He smiled at you lightly, letting go of your hand to grab at the camera that was across his body. You stopped and watched his actions, beginning to giggle nervously. 

“Sam! You can’t take my picture! I told you no more, remember how many you took a couple of weeks ago?!” You exclaimed as you covered your giggle with your hand, rolling your eyes at him as he prepped to take your picture with an amused smirk, “Seriously, Sam!” 

“Just this one, then no more after that!” He said as he held the camera back to his chest before holding it up to his eye once more. You rolled your eyes once more, before posing with a small smirk on your face as you peered at the camera through your eyelashes. Sam smiled and took the picture, letting you take his hand back in yours before walking into a store that was up ahead. Your eyes lit up as you pulled open the door, Sam holding it for you as you walked into your wonderland. 

Sam watched as you began to walk around quietly, peering at this and looking at their prices, picking up tea cups or children’s books. The elder lady at the register smiled softly at you, Sam walking towards the register and striking up a conversation with the woman.

“How are you?” He asked as he looked at the woman and then to you, watching as you looked at a case of jewelry.

“I’m doing well…Is she your girlfriend? She comes in here about once every month, and I’d hate for her to be alone.” The woman smiled up at Sam, looking at him and watching as his eyes lit up at the sound of you doing something you love.

“Yes. We’ve been together for a few months now,” He looked from you to the woman who had started counting the freckles on his cheeks, “She’s the most beautiful girl I know.” The woman’s face softened, a moment of realization hitting her, before opening the display cabinet built into the desk and searching it thoroughly.

Sam looked down at the objects in the glass case, looking through as the older woman did, then his eyes caught something bright. Tt was a ring, a dainty one that immediately reminded him of you. The three diamonds clustered together, with tinier ones surrounding the larger three, the dirty gold band glimmering in the light. Sam was mesmerized by it, watching as the stones sparkled in the low light, “What’s that, right there?”

His finger landed on the glass as he reached his hand to point the small object out, the woman looked up at him and a smiled landed on her lips. The woman knew exactly what he was asking for, her fingers grasping the ring and bringing it up for Sam’s brown eyes to examine it. The woman watched as she took it in his own hands, his pointer finger coming out to delicately touch the stones, “That’s a genuine, 18 karat gold, ring from the 1930′s. It was handed down from generation to generation, but I didn’t have a daughter of my own and my husband and I are divorced. A lovely man, but we both had our differences, but why keep the ring if you aren’t married to the man who gave it to you?”

She looked up at Sam as he kept looking at the ring, his eyes widening at her words. She winked at him before pulling the case open once again and grabbing a Kelly green velvet ring box. She handed it to him and nodded towards you, “Here. She’ll definitely say yes.” 

Sam finally looked at the woman, his eyes widening, “Oh! I-I-We aren’t looking to get married yet, w-we’re only 18.” A blush was already creeping up onto his cheeks as he looked at the ring box in the ladies hand, the green velvet looking smooth and contrasting from the pink in his cheeks. 

The woman chuckled as she shook her head, smiling slyly up at him before lifting her finger, “Ah, that is the key, ‘yet’. I’m not saying get married right now, but I’ll let you in on a little secret - months ago she walked into this shop, and stared at this ring for, well, I don’t remember how long. But finally she looked up at me withthat smile that you know I’m talking about and said “When I find the one, he’ll find this ring and he’ll marry me with it. I swear it’ll happen, you watch. 

“I laughed because I thought she was just being silly, but months later here you come strolling into this store, looking at that ring like you look at her. And, well good Lord, I just had that feeling.” 

Sam was flabbergasted by her words, his eyes slowly moving to land on your body as you looked from side to side at the aisle and aisle of antiques. Your hand landed on a small ornate tea cup, with golden pink’s and green’s and navy’s painting along the cup. You picked up the saucer and looked at the price, smiling as you kept hold of them in your hand. Sam looked towards the lady, who in turn looked at him and further stretched out her arm to hand him the ring box, “How much?”

“Free of charge.”

“Now you know I can’t do th-”

“She’s about to head this way, so if you don’t take it now…you never will.” And with that she opened the box, letting Sam place it inside before snapping it closed and letting the woman place it in his hand a ‘thank you’ leaving his mouth quickly and quiet as he shoved the box into his back pocket, and just in time as you walked up with the cup and saucer in hand. 

“Just these, darling?” The woman smile charmingly, winking up at Sam as you nodded and reached for your purse. Sam placed a hand on your arm, pausing your actions. 

“Let me get it, love.” You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head lightly as he began to pull out his wallet, “You don’t have to do that, Sam.” Sam only smiled as he handed over the money, and taking the bag and giving it to you, leaning over and leaving a long kiss on the top of your head.

“I don’t have to, but I want to. And that makes allthe difference.” He smiled down at you as his hand cupped your cheek. You leaned into his larger hand, smiling lightly before taking your bag and thanking the woman. She only smiled and expressed her admiration for the two of you. It was Sam’s turn to wink now, looking at the woman sweetly and happily as she spoke. 

After the woman’s words, you said a quick good-bye to her and began to walk out. Sam leaned over to the woman and kissed her cheek lightly, “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that, I’ll repay you someday.”

“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. And that makes all the difference.” She winked at him, watching as the two walked off with their hands tightly held together.