flowers | h. o.

❈ harrison osterfield x reader ❈

summary: your best friend asks you for advice on how to impress a girl except it’s you. it’s always been you.

a/n: this would not have happened without @hollandroos who gave me the concept and helped me write it! and @spideypeach for reading, helping and just being an absolute peach. THANK YOU BOTH ILY v much.

+ it’s also my entry for my first two-week writing challenge using best friends to lovers

my writing | please let me know what you think ♡

“Are you sure about this?”

Your best friend was pacing back and forth in your living room, one hand holding a beautiful bouquet of roses while the other combed through his hair nervously.

“Yes, Harrison. I’m sure. She’ll love them.” But you weren’t sure. The only thing you knew was that you loved flowers. You couldn’t help it that you had always been the romantic type and that just the thought of them makes your heart swell. You loved the idea of someone buying them for you because they know they’re your favorite kind or getting you chocolates because they’re just the right amount of sweet.

So when he had asked you for advice on how to impress a girl that he told you worked at the little coffee shop a few blocks away from your flat, it was simple - just buy her flowers. The gorgeous red ones that smelt perfectly like summer.

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anon requested ! here you go love !

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parkerpetez-deactivated20191115 asked:

And if you have time, maybe “Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about my girl/boyfriend.” ilysm

sunshinesteviee answered:

hi lovely! I was wondering if you could do a blurb with Haz? with the prompt “Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about my girl/boyfriend.” please??

hiii loves, this probably isn’t my best work but i hope you like it anyway lmao

It was a Saturday night, and Harrison was out with his friends, which he tried to do at least a few times a month. It was harder now that they were all getting busy with their jobs, and because of the fact that he wanted to spend time with you. He loved his friends, there was no way he’d be able to get by without them, but it seemed as though his mind was always on you. How you would find what Tom had just said hilarious. How you would definitely like the drink that he’d tried that night. The list went on and on.

On this particular night, Harrison was having an especially hard time focusing on the conversations his friends were having. He’d just gotten back from being away for a while, and even though he’d seen you when he’d arrived home, it hadn’t felt like enough. He couldn’t help that his mind just kept wandering back to you. His friends knew what was on his mind, and even though they were happy for him, they were definitely going to tease him about it.

“Haz? Mate, are you listening?” Harry’s voice brought his attention back to the conversation at hand.

“Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about Y/N,” Harrison replied, feeling sheepish as he took another drink of his beer.

Tom scoffed, quirking an eyebrow, “We know, dude. You know she could come out with us, too. We don’t mind.” The rest of his friends chimed in agreement, saying “how cool” you were and that they didn’t mind if you joined.

Harrison glanced around at his friends, nose crinkling up slightly, “Are you sure? I mean, I just figured it was kind of a boy’s night thing.”

“Nah, we don’t mind,” Tom replied with a smile, “but for the meantime, just go home to Y/N. We’ll hang out again soon, yeah?”

Grinning, Harrison downed the rest of his beer and left some cash on the table to pay for his drinks, “Yeah. Cheers, boys. See ya later.”

Barely ten minutes later and Harrison was home, kicking his shoes off and joining you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you tightly. When you asked why he was home so early, he simply pressed a kiss to your forehead, mumbling, “Just couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout you, love.”