Jaded • Harrison Osterfield • fwb!au

Chapter iv

That night y/n had asked Harrison to sleep with her, and he accepted even though that rational part of him was throwing a fit inside his head, screaming at him to say no and go to the spare room instead. But her hand holding his and her eyes sparkling like water under the summer sun on a heatwave day controlled his judgment and he tucked them both under her sheets, snuggling next to her as sleep and the comforting warmth of her body next to his out weighted the loud banging of that voice in his head.

By morning he woke up alone, the room illuminated with the sunshine seeping through the half-closed curtains causing him to blink a couple of times to get accustomed to the brightness. He rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling as he lifted his arms above his head hitting the headboard, the string with colourful pom-poms that hung along it tangling on his fingers as he stretched out as far as he could before relaxing again, letting his limbs fall limply at either side of him.

Faint music reached his ears and a smile tugged at his slightly chapped lips when he heard y/n's voice following the lyrics of the song. His sore muscles protested when he sat up, his back ached from how long he had laid down and his shoulder felt as if it was going to fall off from supporting the weight of y/n's head during the night but he didn't mind at all. His eyes scanned the room and it looked tidier than it did the night before, the clothes that had been scattered around y/n's room was no longer there, making it look spotless but the problem was he was only in his boxers and both his joggers and t-shirt were nowhere to be seen.

The blunt nail of his middle finger picked at the sleep on his eyes as he padded his way out of her room, he clutched his phone in his free hand, pushing the power button to wake the screen and see the time, just gone past eleven. "What are you doing on Friday? Wanna help my worlds collide? Let's— Hey!" She greeted him animatedly mid-singing then carried on with the rest of the lyrics and putting plates up in the cupboard.

"Hey," Harrison chuckled, getting closer to the living room than to the kitchen where she stood. His hands reached down for his bag that was now on the sofa and not on the floor where he had dropped it the night before and retrieved his toothbrush to go back into the bathroom to wash the sour taste in his mouth from how much he slept. "Have you seen my joggers?" He spoke over the not-so-loud music when he made it back out from the washroom.

The girl turned around to see him standing in the kitchen in just his pants and winced at him, showing him her teeth as she scrunched up her face with shrunk up shoulders, "I put them in the wash with my clothes, sorry." She apologised, biting down the left side of her bottom lip, her hands held two mugs against her chest and her bare toes curled up in embarrassment. "Sorry, I picked everything up and shoved it in the washing machine. When I realised it was too late."

Harrison let out a laugh that caused her to snicker along with him, "Don't worry about it." He dismissed, a beautiful sleepy smile adorning his still puffy face that made y/n's heart beat rapidly all of the sudden, "I'm gonna take a shower then. Is that alright?" He asked, scratching the back of his head. Y/n nodded her head in approval before turning to put the mugs in their righteous place.

There was a battle in her head ever since she first suggested the arrangement to Harrison, everything she had told him was the truth, she trusted him and she'd rather not waste her time with idiots that couldn't get her off, but since day one there was that voice of reason, that demanding voice that told her over and over again that it won't help her case, that it was a mistake and that it won't end well. But she was stubborn, and the first time she had spent with him had been addictive, just that one night had been enough for her to want to have him for a bit longer. And the only way to not get into the whole feelings thing was this, friends with benefits.

Last night when he asked her about the caveats for the arrangement she had blanked out, he had some good ideas that had alerted the sensible part of her to accept as valid but her mushy brain could only say 'Don't fall' As if it was that easy. It was Harrison, and it was her, she could look at him for two seconds too long and that was her done, but he seemed to look at her for longer and not have the same effect so it was a well-balanced deal in her head. Him not feeling for her kept her on solid ground, him not feeling for her made the arrangement an infallible method to cure both their sex deprivation.