My knees buckle and I fall to the ground. I cling tightly to the solid of theoretical uniform roundness which Harry had thrown at me only moments ago. I need to get up. Slowly, I am able to regain my stance. "That was close..." I sigh as I begin my long trudge home.
Home
"Hey dad, I'm home," I stretch my arms far apart from one another and set Harry's 3D circle on the mantle.
"Hey, y/n how was your first day of school?" My dad walks out holding a fucking frying pan and wearing an apron. It is the color of hazelnut squash with a tint of blue.
"It was good..." I shyly state. Dad can't know I met a boy, or he will be mad that I wasn't studying instead!
"Hey where did you get that ball-like ball?" Dad asks, a hint of curiosity sparkling in the icey blue marbles that are his eyes.
"Oh, uh..." before I can think of an excuse, I hear a knock at the door. It's 5pm, who could that be?
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A Very Harry Christmas
RomanceThe best Harry x reader fanfic ever. Have u ever wanted to meet a British man? This story is for u! I am completely sober writing this and that makes it worse. Love Harry! Love when he does his thing. I haven't met him personally but I heard he's a...
