Harrison Osterfield One Shots and Imagines

How You meet

(I do not own Harrison or any other real person mentioned in the writing, this is just a fragment of my imagination)

Warning: Is being drunk a warning??

Summary: you've known Harrison but never met him officially. And you meet at a house party!

As an introvert being best friends with an extrovert means getting dragged to places you'd never go on your own. Just like that, this specific night you found yourself at a house party of one your best friend's friend. You were not exactly the stereotypical awkward extrovert, just someone who liked her own company more than other people. Which is why being surrounded by so many people was a little unsettling, but you tried to hide it gracefully for the sake of your friend, who was nowhere to be found.

Typical, sighing to yourself, you start towards the kitchen for a refill. The part was pretty cool, the people way more cooler. That's what happened when you are bffs with up and coming actress– you went to parties and saw faces you've only seen on screen.

Walking through the crowds of people, you finally get to the kitchen, get your refill, and stand against the counter for a bit. The kitchen being less crowded than the living room, you decide to stay there for a while, when suddenly you here someone say

"Now, why is a stunning girl like you hiding in the kitchen?"

The voice belonged to Harrison the best friend of the host of the party, Tom. You've seen him around, he has seen you around, you guys just never officially been introduced, or met!

"Too many people out there Osterfield, too much noise. I like to hear myself think, which i can't do out there"

"Well, I know of a place in this house where no one will bother us, if ya know what i mean" he tried to give you winky face but failed miserably.

"Harrison, as attractive as you are, I'll still pass on your suggestion, cause clearly, you are drunk" you laugh, as always finding other people's drunk shenanigans funny.

"No love, I'm may be a little tipsy, but i know that ya like me." He trailed on, teasing you, "you think I haven't seen your glances towards me all the times, the longing in your eyes? Not to mention, my eyes are exactly of your favourite colour." He got closer while saying this, standing so close that you had to tip your head up to look at his face.

Technically, he was not wrong, he was pretty great to look at, with those eyes and face, and he was an amazing person, from what you've heard from your mutual friends. And he was right, the shade of grey blue of his eyes always made you feel weak in your knees. But were you going to tell him that? Hell to the no.

Trying all the different approaches to his teasing in your mind, you decided that bluntness is the best weapon right now. So you looked him dead in his eyes, the eyes you've slowly started to love, and said, straight on- "so?"

Seeming baffled he goes " so? What do you mean by so?"

"So what if your eyes are of my favourite colour? So what if i like you and look at you longingly? What are you gonna do osterfield?" You smirked. His confused face clearly an indication of your success. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, but don't forget that at the end of the day, I'm kind of immune to your charm"

He expected you to blush, get squmish a bit, but he did not expect this. He always liked you because you seemed like a calm peaceful person, he had no idea that you had this kind of fire in you!

"Well, how can you be immune to my charms if you have not experienced it first hand?" He stepped in closer, his face in perfect alignment with yours.

"Cause I too have my own kind of charm you know" you counter, simultaneously noticing how close he is and how easy it is just to close the gap and capture his lips in a kiss. You prayed to the universe that it wasn't obvious that you wanted to kiss him bad.

He laughs, loving your response but at the same time, wanting to tease you a bit more.

"You're pretty sure of your own kind of charm?" He says, "almost too sure don't you think? Are you sure you even have charms??"

You sigh, it was becoming impossible to control yourself from wanting to kiss him, "everyone in this world has their own kind of charm, they just have yet to discover it" you say.

He smiles one of his smiles where the corner of his eyes crinkles up. Dipping his head enough so his forehead is touching yours, he laughs.

"Come on darling, what do i have to do to make you kiss me?"

You smirk a little, wanting to tease him a little now, "hmm, we shall 👀" with that you slide out from between him and the kitchen counter, and walk out smiling ear to ear cause damn, you liked that guys so much, and leaving a smiling Harrison behind, who both loved and hated what just happened. Hated cause he didn't get to kiss you, loved because he always liked girls who can tease back when needed and god you were such a tease. He went out into the party, already his mind made up to ask you out then next morning.