Y/n Y/l/n, a doctor by profession, loner by destiny is a big fan of the British actor Tom Holland. Her whole life changes when she accidentally bumped into a blue-eyed man on a rainy dark night, who was supposed to be Tom's best friend Harrison Oste...
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You went to the bathroom, and uggghhh you realized that you got your periods. You weren't carrying any pads or tampons with yourself and this wasn't your house. And of course, you don't want Harrison's trousers getting stained with your vaginal blood.
Finally, you decided to ask Harrison for the sanitary stuff. Being a doctor, and seeing boys freaking out at the mention of 'periods' made you really frustrated. All you wished was that Harrison wasn't that type of boy.
You knocked at his door, but it was already open, so you peeped in, observing that he was asleep, you walked closer to him. You didn't want to disturb him but there's no choice.
You started to whisper "Hazzzzzzzzz" by the name Tom was calling him, slightly shaking his body.
He murmured "Okay so now I started dreaming about you Y/n." smiling like an idiot. "What?!" you blurted out, making him jerked off and wake up.
"Oh sorry I thought I was dreaming of y.." he stops before completing the sentence, he appeared kind of embarrassed
"D-do you need anything, any problem?" "Umm. Yeah... I just got ummm.. a period and don't have pads or tampons, so if you have any here?."
He listened to you and rubbed his eyes to elevate the sleepiness. "Only I live here only, and the only person occasionally coming here is Tom and we both are guys so........but don't worry there's a 24-hour open store in the street, I will bring it from there".
You nodded and he rushed out of the house and in 5 mins came back, handling you a packet of sanitary pads.
"Thank you so much Haz-Harrison" "It's fine and you call me Haz"
You both shared a smile and greeted each other good night.
And you left to your room.
You can't stop thinking about how nice he is with that gorgeous looks.
How can anyone not fall for him?
What the hell are you thinking about?!
You shrugged off these weird thoughts arising in your mind, getting into sleep, only to dream about him, the blue-eyed boy you bumped into today, having no idea that the boy too reciprocated your feelings and felt the same way.
Harrison couldn't stop thinking how sweet and polite you were. How you looked extremely pretty with or without glasses. How his clothes looked so cute on you. And slept with his unconscious mind thinking about you the whole night.
