Click. Click. Click. I hear a faint clicking. Click. Click. Click. There it is again. My eyes open like a garage door. Gazing upwards, I see the silhouette of a handsome boy whom I can not fully make out. Am I being carried? Still dizzy, I allow my body to sink back into his arms and for my heavy lids to fall shut in suit. This is nice. I smile to myself and let the soothing clicks lull me back into a deep slumber. Click... Click... Cli......
"We're getting a pulse! Get the doctor in here! Stat!" What's going on? My lengthy lashes flutter open, a crowd of people in white lab coats stand around me. Am I still be carried? I look around, but to my dismay can not find the gentle arms from my dream.
I sit up, "What's going on?" My eyes dance from person to person, looks of relief adorning their smiling faces.
The door slams open as my dad barges in, "It's a miracle," he says as he runs up and hugs me. "Let's get you home, y/n."
Home
"Here we are, y/n, home," my dad smiles at me. He holds out his arm and helps me through the door.
"Dad," I stammer, "what happened back there?" My dad helps me to a chair and I rub my temples.
Dad looks at me befuddled, "You mean you really don't remember?" He asks. I rack my brain for any ideas before shaking my head. "Y/n... you collapsed."
I collapsed?!
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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...
