Haz Drabble // 2:56 PM
Pairing: Reader x Haz
Featuring: Harrison Osterfield, Tom Holland
Request - 31 and 45 with Haz please xx
31 - “What are you doing in here?”
45 - “You stole my bra?” “It’s not what you think.”
You hadn’t been feeling very well all week, and your boyfriend, Harrison, had decided to play nurse. You stayed out in the living room for most of the day because it had the only TV and you liked to see the sun, and the rest of England. He had been junking out the bedroom anyhow, you wouldn’t like the mess in there.
You were snuggled cozily up on the couch, your favourite tea in hand and the best Marvel movies on repeat. Harrison had disappeared into the bedroom almost an hour ago, usually you’d be able to hear him accidentally knocking something over, or he’d become bored of cleaning and come sit on the couch. But, Tom had come over earlier. And now the two boys were eerily silent.
It made your body hurt to get up, but concern washed over you. What if they were rough-housing and one of them had gotten hurt? Were they still even in the condo, you wondered.
Slowly, you got up from your comfy spot on the couch, placing your hot tea mug on the table in front of you. You crept along the hallway, coming to the door to the bedroom. There was no sound coming from inside. You opened the door, pushing it open to reveal the unruly mess of the bedroom. Boxes were scattered around and clothes littered the bed. The walk-in closet, which was where you kept all your belongings and clothes, was wide open.
Anger started to build-up inside you at the sight. You had specifically told Haz to not go in there. Since you were keeping his birthday present hidden under the clothes rack. He’d most likely found it. You stormed over to the open door, since you figured that’s where the boys were hiding.
Peering into the closet, you spotted the two. Both their backs were to you as you cleared your throat. Which was a stupid move on your part, since you were sick. It stung, but you didn’t show weakness. Harrison looked alarmed as he saw you, Tom only stared wide-eyed. They looked like deer’s caught in headlights.
“What are you doing in here?” You asked the two, both of them shaking their heads.
“Nothing.” Harrison said hotly, his cheeks a new shade of pink. You glared at the two of them, completely aware that they were up to something. Nothing was out of array in the closet, but you knew they had been snooping.
“I told you my closet didn’t need to be cleaned.” You said Harrison, who nodded rolling his eyes back in exaggeration.
“Right! I had completely forgotten.” He said, eyeing Tom quickly before looking back at you. You were confused and a little angry.
“C’mon, Haz. That room won’t clean itself, then.” Tom spoke up, his hands stuffed deeply into his back pockets, his own ears were burning with heat. What had they been doing? You wondered.
“Okay!” Harrison said, clapping his hands together. Tom brushed past you out into the bedroom, giving you a small smile when doing so.
“Love,” Harrison drew your attention from Tom. “You should be laying down, resting.” He said, coming up to you slowly. His hands rested on top your shoulders, heat radiated through your thin shirt from his large hands.
“Sure,” you mumbled, your throat starting to sting from all the talking. Haz nodded softly at you, giving you a heart devouring smile. He leaned forward to kiss your forehead before guiding you back out to the living room.
“We’ll try to be quiet, OK? Get some sleep, babe.” He said, helping you back into your comfy spot on the couch. You only stared up at him and gave a slight nod of your head. He then disappeared back to the bedroom, your suspicious eyes following his back.
Something wasn’t adding up, and you knew it. Those two were always getting up to no good, and you were going to find out what it was. You were only hoping that Harrison hadn’t found his birthday present. It was the only reason you didn’t want him in your closet. Plus, he was cleaning the bedroom because he was always leaving it messy. Your closet was clean, because you liked it organized.
Thinking of different ways to spy on the two boys, your eyelids slipped closed. The energy that it took you to get off the couch was slowly draining. The sickness was really taking it’s toll. You eventually slipped into a soundless sleep.
The sound of something crashing jerked you awake. Your head spun as you lifted it too fast, but everything else seemed okay. Sleeping really helped give you more energy. It was still daylight out, since the sun was still shining down over England, and through the windows into the living room. Warming your blankets.
A laugh echoed from the bedroom, making you cast your focus to the hallway. Another burst of laughter made you curious as you staggered to your feet, gaining complete consciousness. Wadding down the hallway, you found that the bedroom door was closed, once again. Listening for any more sounds of laughter or something breaking, you opened the door, poking your head inside.
There was no body in the room, so you walked further in. Your closet door was shut now, leaving the only other place to be the balcony. The balcony doors were wide open, revealing the fresh air and hot wind from the summer breeze. Laughter echoed in through the open doors, you walked out to see the two boys again.
Only now, they were causing trouble.
“Is that my bra?” You asked in astonishment, making both the boys jump in surprise. “You stole my bra?”
“It’s not what you think.” Harrison chuckled nervously, your hot pink bra was being held in his hands. Stretched, and inside was a filled, neon-orange water balloon.
Tom looked anxiously around, averting eye contact with you. In his hands were even more water balloons. You peered over the railing of the balcony, looking down at the innocent people below, getting nailed with water balloons for new reason at all.
“Are you twelve?” You asked the two incredulously. Staring bewildered at their faces as neither of them spoke.
“Well, no-” Harrison started, his hands falling from the railing in shame. Tom still looked uncertain. You could tell you were ruining their fun. You didn’t want to be that annoying girlfriend that always ruined the fun. Actually, you were more hurt with the fact that you weren’t invited to bomb people with neon water balloons.
“I can’t believe you didn’t ask me.” You said suddenly, staring up at your boyfriend. He looked confused for a moment before breaking out in a cheerful grin.
“Ma’lady.” Harrison spoke lightly, bowing down to you while holding out the make-shift sling-shot and water balloon. You took it from him happily, leaning over the railing, getting ready to ruin someone’s mood.
As you leant over the railing, Harrison came up behind you, holding onto your waist firmly. It sent warm tingles to shoot through your spine and along your body. He leaned in closer to you, his front pressing you against the railing, his face becoming level with yours. He then let go of your waist to bring his hands around you, clamping them over your won as you held up the bra.
“Ready?” He asked hotly into your ear. You could only nod, feeling perplexed by his closeness. His hands moved your own as he readied the sling-shot. Pulling it back and aiming downward, the balloon was sent flying diagonal across the street. Barely missing a pedestrian by a second. They turned around in shock, looking around for the culprit.
You, Tom and Harrison burst into a fit of laughter. Harrison had stepped back to let you step away from the railing, shielding anyone who noticed you three as the culprits. Though, they were sure to hear your laughter as it echoed throughout the busy street.
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