God damn those ice-blue eyes. They focused so intently on you. Almost as if you were the only girl in the entire world, as if he would ever actually believe that. His gaze, intense as it was, made your skin feel warm, prickly and you couldn’t help but fantasize about a certain hunger resting in them.

Harrison had a reputation, and it wasn’t a good one to say the least. He was well known for sleeping with whoever he wanted, most girls barely putting up a fight on account of how unfairly attractive he was. But you refused to be another one of his conquests. You’d been hurt before, and no matter how much your heart thudded pathetically in your chest for him, you refused to give in. But, that didn’t mean that he didn’t try. Holy shit did he freaking try.

You were still trying to repress how he’d found out where you were in the first place. You were at the park, getting some thinking done and there he was, sitting on the bench beside you as if it weren’t completely fucking creepy that he knew where you were in the first place. But, he’d merely smiled, insisting on keeping you company then demanding that you let him walk you home. Reluctantly, with plenty of arguing, you let him.

“Okay, Osterfield,” You sighed upon reaching your apartment, finally feeling the courage to face him and speak your mind. “what’s your play here?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know you. I know your reputation. Whatever you want from me, you can’t have it.”

“Now that hurts. Why don’t you ever even give me a chance, hmm? You just assume you know the full story because of what people say about me?”

“Then what’s the full story?” You asked quietly, feeling a little guilty.

“I’ve liked you for a long, long time, Y/N. But you have never given me the time of day. And I’ve tried to move on, but the truth is...there is no one like you.”

You couldn’t be sure whether it was your will that had been rubbed down to nothing, or his sweet little words. Likely some mixture of both. But before you could think too much about it, you launched yourself into him, pressing your lips to his.

He was stiff at first, frozen in what you imagined to be shock. But, after a few seconds, you felt him wrap his arms around you, kissing you back before moving across your cheek and down your neck, humming into your skin. His voice was low and warm, sounding completely blissed out and it reminded you of a kitten purring.

“Okay...this is new.” He seemed hesitant to remind you that it was odd behavior.

“Do you want to keep talking, or do you want to come inside and show me what I’ve been missing out on?” You grumbled, curling your fingers into his hair when he gripped your thighs tightly, pushing open your door and bringing you inside.

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Harrison had spent a better part of the evening making dinner for you. It was Valentine’s day, and he’d been hoping to surprise you when you got home from work that day. But, nothing was seeming to go right. He didn’t have the right ingredients, and he kept getting the recipe wrong, missing steps, and  having to backtrack. That was all before the salt incident that he was trying to repress from his mind.

When you’d come home, you were nothing but grateful for his kind gesture. You’d thrown your arms around his neck, giving him soft kisses on his face before sitting down for dinner.

You tried not to make a face at the first bite, swallowing it all down before having the taste on your tongue for even a second longer. You didn’t have to tell Harrison that it was awful. He’d clearly worked so hard to do something nice for you, and for you to tell him it was disgusting felt cruel.

“How is it?” He asked sheepishly, ducking his head.

“Delicious” You nodded frantically, trying to prove your point further by shoveling another forkful into your mouth, nearly gagging on the food. Harrison beamed, clearly proud that he had managed to do this for you. Keeping his eyes on you, he took a bite of the dish, immediately spitting it back onto his plate.

“Darling...this tastes horrible.” He shot you an accusatory glance before chuckling lowly.

“It really is...I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” You laughed with him, pushing the plate away from yourself and he did the same. “Why is it so salty?!”

“The lid on the salt may have popped off and dumped half the shaker inside...” He rubbed the back of his neck, making you laugh louder pulling out your phone.

“Oh baby.” You sighed, pulling up the website to your favorite takeaway place. “What am I going to do with you?”

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You have some of the silliest and most wonderful ideas and I love you so much.

You grumbled, pulling away from Harrison’s soft lips as the annoying buzzing persisted once more. With a sigh, you sat up from the bed, looking around the dimming room as the sun began to set outside. You were trying to have a nice, relaxing, and potentially sexy evening with your boyfriend, and there was an annoying ass mosquito sucking the fun out of all of your plans.

“Just ignore it, baby. Come ‘ere.” Harrison’s voice was deep from lack of use, his hand landing on your shoulder.

“I just want to kill it.” You grumbled.

From Harrison’s perspective, you looked like an absolute mad person. Every few seconds he would hear the buzzing followed by a clap from you, trying to catch it between your hands. Each time, he would hear the buzzing again shortly after, making you groan in anger. He chuckled quietly to himself, trying not to aggravate you further by finding it humorous. After five minutes of trying and failing to kill the mosquito, he sat up again, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Maybe we should call Tom in here.” He whispered into your shoulder, making you look at him in confusion.

“And why would we call Tom?”

“Isn’t it obvious? So that the spider can catch the fly.” He laughed, making you groan again.

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“Harrison stoop!” You cried out, giggling loudly as his fingers tickled your sides mercilessly.

“Not until you admit that I’m stronger than you!” He teased, chuckling as you again tried to squirm out from underneath him to no avail.

“NO! NEVER!” You shouted, only to be cut off by more loud laughter, his fingers attacking you more than before. You leaned up just as he leaned down, resulting in your heads bumping together roughly. Both of you hissed out in pain, your hands flying to the spots where your heads had connected.

“Ow, Harrison that hurt!” You whined. You knew it wasn’t his fault but damn it, it hurt so much. He leaned back, falling onto the floor in front of you, his hands covering his face.

“Harrison isn’t here right now.” He mumbled through his hands, grunting as you straddled his waist. You pushed his hands away from his face, giggling when he kept his eyes closed and laid very still.

“Can I give my dramatic ass boyfriend a kiss?” you asked softly, leaning forward.

“Nope.”

“And why not?” You pouted playfully.

“He is dead because of you.” He chuckled, pursing his lips to you and making you roll your eyes.

“You are such a baby.”

“And I’m all yours.” He smiled, pulling you close and brushing his lips on yours.

I’m fucking soft, yall.

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“Quit stealing all the pillows!” He grumbled under his breath, yanking the blankets back to his side of the bed again.

Harrison loved you, and god damn it there was nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for you, but hell if you weren’t the biggest freaking bed hog he had ever met. If you weren’t spreading out across the entire bed, you were stealing everything that made sleeping comfortable in the first place. You muttered something in between a yawn, rolling over so that you were facing him again and he took a moment to admire you.

You were so beautiful, lips slightly pursed as soft snores passed through them. Your hand reached out, patting the bed softly as if you were searching for something. He took your fingers in between his, making you smile and sigh softly in your slumber. You were precious. You were his girl, and if he had to buy a California king bed to sleep comfortably beside you, he would gladly do it. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

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You knew these days well. They haunted you from time to time, but today was one of the worst you’d had in a long time. When you were like this, you didn’t always think reasonably, and it was difficult to pull you out. It was deep and dark, and terrifying. You were convinced that you were the only one on your own side and everyone else was against you. It was the times you needed Harrison the most, but it was also the times you pushed him away the most.

He could tell right away that something was wrong. You were looking at the food on your plate, pushing it around, but he could tell that’s not what you were seeing. It wasn’t until a tear hit the dining room table that he stood, pulling you up from the table and wrapping his arms around you. Wordlessly, he leads you to the bedroom, sitting you down on top of it and wrapping one of your soft blankets around your shoulders. He left to grab you a glass of water when you reached out, grasping his wrist in both of your hands.

“Please. Don’t.” You could barely whisper, your chin trembling and tears flooding your eyes. He bit his lip, blinking his own tears away before nodding gently.

“I’m not leaving, okay?” He mumbled, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.” He reassured softly, allowing you to fall asleep in his arms and hopefully wake up feeling better the next day.

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