Holland's & Harrison Imagines

Did It Hurt? (H.O)

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Summary: He's been trying to use the same line on you all night and you've been doing your best to ignore it.

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"So, did it?" He pestered you with the same question that he had been asking you all day. You had long grown tired of the 'game' that Harrison seemed to be playing with you and instead of replying, you had opted for completely ignoring him altogether.

"Y/N..." He whined, hitting you with those puppy-dog eyes that he knew you couldn't resist. From the corner of your eye you could see him pouting his lips, begging for your attention after being ignored for a whopping twenty minutes.

Dramatic idiot, you thought to yourself

"Y/N, did it hurt?"

"What Harrison?" You whirled around in exasperation, "Did what hurt, falling from heaven? Because so help me if that's the line you've been trying to use on me all day I will personally castrate you."

Expecting to see some kind of down-hearted expression on his face, you were surprised to find him smirking cockily as he began closing the distance between the two of you. You continued to glare up at him as he placed his hands on your hips before tugging you forwards so you were stood chest-to-chest with him.

You only let your annoyed façade crumble when he began tilting his head until his lips were hovering over yours, not even a hairs breadth away. You let your eyes flutter closed as you anticipated the kiss and you were not disappointed. It was chaste and sweet and over all too quickly in your opinion but Harrison lingered in the same position even after your lips parted.

"Did it hurt when you fell for me, Y/N?"

Your eyes snapped open and you pushed him away, your glare once again returning to your eyes as you began hitting his upper arms in exasperation.

"Fuck you Osterfield,"