"I collapsed?!" I yell in disbelief.
Dad nods, "I'm sorry I had to tell you like this, but it's true." His voice contains no indication of this being a joke. "You were carried three miles to the hospital by Harry-"
"Wait," I interrupt, "Harry carried me?" This piques my interest.
My dad freezes as though he's made a mistake. "Yes but, er, well," he stammers, "he did, per se, but I wasn't supposed to tell you." He averts his eyes.
I furrow my brows and begin to ponder, "Why wouldn't he want me to know?" The sternness in my voice is enough to make my father face me again.
Like a meek, timid mouse, he begins to speak once more, "I think maybe he just didn't want to be seen as some cliché movie-type hero. I don't know a lot about Harry, but he definitely seems to be the humble type." I look down at the arm of my chair, feeling foolish for ever doubting Harry. "Hey, don't feel bad, y/n," Dad says, putting his hand on mine. His body heat is enough to fry a chicken. "Harry took care of you because he wanted to, not because he knows about your past." I look up. I will never get over how nurturing my father is.
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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...
