The next day
It's Sunday morning, I roll out of bed and pull on my socks and shoes. As much as I hate to admit it, I know that I need to thank Harry. "Bye dad!" I holler, racing down the squeaking stairs.
"I'm so proud of you, y/n, it takes real courage to do what you're doing," Dad smiles. He always knows just what to say.
"Well then," I open the door, "I'm off!" I sprint outside and make my way down the gravely sidewalk. Looking left and right at every intersection, I observe the world around me for any trace of the mysterious Brit whom I owe my life and more too. "Where could he be..." I mumble to myself. Maybe the soccer field?
After walking for what feels like 5 minutes, I reach the grassy soccer field- aka the place where Harry and I first met... The stench of morning dew and clipped grass overwhelms my already pounding nostrils. "Water you doing here?" My feet stop and I spin around towards the deliciously melodious voice.
"Harry! I've found you!" I squeal.
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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...
