NUMB TO PAIN | harrison osterfield
REQUEST: in which the readers younger sister was killed in a car crash and the reader has become numb to the pain her death caused and haz tries to console her after the funeral, where the reader had to speak at.
WORD COUNT: 1650
* a little different and I thought “why the hell not” and bc harrison doesn’t get enough recognition *
“Y/n, you need to come to the hospital.”
“Why? What happened?”
“It’s your sister. She was in a car crash.”
Your heart stopped as soon as you heard the words come from your phone. It was impossible, you had always known your sister to be careful whenever she went out. She knew never to drink too much, never to drive while under the influence, and never to have minors in her car when she had her permit.
Your worst nightmare had begun, as you locked your phone and grabbed your keys, heading straight for your car before driving as quickly as you could to the hospital.
The doors opened as you immediately ran in, your converse on your feet squeaking with every step but that didn’t matter to you. It didn’t matter that everyone looked over at you because the only thing you cared about was your sister’s health.
“I’m looking for Sammy y/l/n.”
“She was just admitted.”
“Can I see her?”
“I’m sorry, but she’s in surgery. I can let you know when she’s out.”
With a nod, you sat down in an uncomfortable hospital chair, your hair falling in front of your face as you pulled it back, into a ponytail before burying your face in your hands. This was never supposed to happen.
Something pulled you out of your thoughts, as you felt your phone vibrate against your thigh, pulling it from your pocket and realizing it had been your best friend.
“Y/n? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, Haz.”
“God damn it, you scared the hell out of me.”
“Where are you? I heard your dog barking after you took off in your car.”
For a moment, you had forgot that Harrison lived next door.
“At the hospital.”
“I-it’s my baby sister. She-she was just admitted after getting in a c-car c-crash.”
Your words stuttered, as tears formed in your eyes. You couldn’t do it. You weren’t brave enough.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Tom and I will be there in 5.”
He hung up, as you sat in the chair, burying your face in your hands once again, tears rolling from your eyes as you sobbed. It hurt.
Minutes later, just like he had promised, Harrison and Tom came rushing inside, looking around for their best friend before seeing you. They immediately headed straight for your shaking body as Harrison grabbed your hands, pulling you to your feet. Without hesitating, you buried your face in his chest, and cried. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he let you sob onto his clothes. Tom rubbed your back, as he watched with sad eyes. This wasn’t how he wanted to help you, and he hated seeing you broken.
Harrison held you, as you cried for god knows how long. He didn’t care if you stained his shirt with tears, or you looked your worst because you had just woken up. He didn’t care because you were his best friend, and he was supposed to be with you no matter what, even though sometimes he wished he was with you 24/7.
“Hey, it’s okay.”
You were able to calm your crying, as you removed yourself from his chest, looking up at Harrison’s bright blue eyes, his gaze meeting your puffy red eyes.
“I promise it will be okay.”
Nodding, your throats was clotted with knots, making you unable to talk, only nod.
“Do you want us to stay with you?”
Nodding again, you turned to your other best friend, who had been watching the moment between the fragile girl and his best friend, as he opened his arms, offering you comfort. You couldn’t help yourself as you wrapped your delicate arms around him and accepted his hug, knowing you had some amazing people by your side.
“Thank you guys for coming, but you didn’t really need to.”
“Oh, come on. Don’t say that. We’ll always be here for you, right Haz?”
“Right. No matter what, we’re always here for each other. Do you remember the promise we made back in 7th grade?”
“Yeah. We promised we’d have each others back whenever something happened.”
“And you called us the three musketeers.”
A small smile pulled your lips upward, as you looked at both boys, your gaze lingering on Harrison a little longer.
“Thank you guys. This means the world to me.”
Both of them nodded, as you sat back in the chair, Tom and Harrison joining you on both sides. They kept their promise. They waited with you, for hours. It felt like hours, because after a while, you had all dozed off, your head landing on Harrison’s shoulder as he leaned his head in you, Tom then leaning his head on your shoulder. All of you dozed off, closing your eyes, knowing full well that the doctor could walk in any minute.
And just like that, the surgeon walked out.
Your head shot up, hitting Harrison’s and waking Tom from his sleep, as you rubbed your forehead and got up.
“I’m so sorry to inform you, but we did the best we could. Sammy had a lot of debris lodged into her body, and unfortunately one cut deep into her heart. We couldn’t remove it. I’m so sorry for your loss.”
And that’s when it hit you. She was gone. For good.
Your legs have out on you as you collapsed on the floor, Harrison immediately wrapped his arms around your body, letting you sob once again into his clothes.
It was official. She was gone. Just like that, her life taken away from her by an accident.
A month had passed since your sister died. You had stayed locked inside your house, Harrison and Tom checking in daily and bringing you food for you. After 2 weeks, the pain had resulted in becoming numb.
Your nervous system shut down as you no longer felt sadness or extreme bursts of pain. Now, you just laid in your bed, tears escaping your eyes but your body never registering them.
And Harrison had been through all of that with you.
He had stayed by your side after a week of you almost going insane. He helped you complete daily tasks; helping you get up the bed and towards the shower, cooking for you, helping you keep your house tidy and organized, feeding your dog and walking her. And he never complained.
It had felt like a routine after a while, something he looked forward to because he knew he was helping you.
And once that month had passed, you had gotten a call from your other, that the funeral was going to be on Friday.
It happened quick. It was Monday when you got the call, and almost immediately, it seemed like the week had gone by quick.
She was slipping into a black dress, one her sister had bought for her once, telling her that no guy would be able to resist her in a floor length black gown that looked a size too big on her.
Yet she still bought it.
And now she was wearing that dress, to her sisters funeral. Something she never though she’d be doing.
“Are you almost ready, y/n?”
Slipping your black heels on, you grabbed your bag and headed to the living room, where Harrison was waiting.
As soon as his eyes hit you, he saw how beautiful you looked. But still, he kept quiet, holding out his arm for you, and walking with you to the car. He helped you in, and immediately went over to the drivers side. Your seat bet was clicked into place before Harrison drove off towards the church, where they would have the service before going to the cemetery.
It all happened so quick. You ha arrived, greeted your family and sat down, Tom and Harrison next toy u as you heard everyone talk about your sister, kind words flying from their mouths with a pity tone to them.
And then it was your turn.
With shaky fingers, you walked up to the mic, looking around at everyone before your eyes landed on Harrison, who watched you with a sad smile.
And your speech began.
The memorial was long. You wanted it to be done as soon as possible, so you could head home and peel off the dress that you had been wearing, before washing off the scent of pineapple that your grandma had stuck onto your pores after hugging her.
“Is everything okay?”
You looked over at Harrison, who only looked at you with worry. You knew he cared, and you thanked him for it.
“I’ll be fine. Hopefully.”
He embraced you again. His arms wrapping around your body as you breathed in his scent. It was familiar, and reminded you of gone, something you hadn’t felt in a while.
“Thank you, Haz.”
“Of course. You know I’ll always be here for you. You know that.”
With a nod, you kissed his cheek, before grabbing his arm and waking with him to the car, where you headed home.
Months had gone by, and you swore that it was just yesterday your mother called you about your sister. Everything seemed to happen too fast as you were comforted by Harrison.
He seemed to always be there for you.
And thanks to him, you never lost the feeling of home.
And you wished it would be like this forever.