Peekaboo Harry • HS

1 || Willy

IMPORTANT PLEASE READ:
Before you read further, please consider the following words: This story is basically Dani finding Harry under her bed for no reason. She's just as surprised as you are. There's nothing else to it at first, really. Explanations will be in future chapters. Also, try not to overthink this; this story will mostly be fluff pieces with a magical element to it. Just read and enjoy the ride! :)

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"Harry, please put some clothes on..."

Dani never thought she'd say the words in her entire life, but Harry's genitals were distracting more than they were eye candy. If, say, he was seducing her to bed, she would have welcomed his nudity, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

For one, she had given up fooling herself that this was a dream. Harry Styles was legit in her room, buck naked, and apparently, with no memory of his past. She should probably alert the authorities, but she didn't think people would actually believe her. The mystery that surrounded his sudden appearance was too surreal for Dani to comprehend. She'd always believed in magic, but this took the cake.

"No!" Harry exclaimed, plopping on the bed on his belly (after showing her this weird dance that he said he had been preparing for her "since forever"), giving Dani a pleasant view of his firm buttocks. It was so white and soft... she found her hand floating to touch it when he suddenly turned around and gave her the view of his... his, well, his penis. He grabbed the limp appendage and pointed it at her. "Do you like my willy?"

Dani frowned at Harry. He was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. His angelic face was perfection, but his limp penis gave her shivers... in a not-so-good way. Sure, it was true that Harry was the sexiest man alive... But when he opened his mouth, Dani couldn't help but feel that she was stuck with a 5-year-old in a 21-year-old's body. She didn't expect him to be so innocent that it confused the hell out of her. So now, there she was, handing him a pair of trousers and a shirt just so she'd remember this was the man of her dreams.

"You don't like my willy?" he asked sadly when she failed to formulate a response.

Was he actually going to cry? Dani gulped. "I do! I like your, ah... yourwilly, very much, Harry."

Just like that, Harry's face was the epitome of pure happiness. "YAY!" he spread his long arms above his head and waves it happily in the air, his willy swishing left and right. Then he leaned against her, draping his arm on her legs, the sensation burning her to the core.

This might be playful, innocent Harry, but he was still the hottest thing alive in this—

"Dani, where have you been all my life?"

Heart clenching, Harry was looking up at her like she meant the entire world to him, and to be honest, she probably was. Dani sighed. "Can you please put on your clothes and then we can do whatever it is you want to do?"

Pouting, Harry crossed his arms across his chest. "I thought you liked my willy."

"I do—"

"But being naked is fun!" Harry said. "I feel free."

Dani sighed again. Like she said, confusing. This was so confusing she didn't know what to feel anymore. "How about you tell me how you got here?" She had been ignoring her phone since she had established the fact that Harry Styles was indeed in her room. If there was news that Harry was really missing, then she would really freak out. Glancing at her companion's sudden silence, she found him scowling.  

"Why doesn't Dani like me here?"

"No, it's not that—" she stopped talking when she realized something had shifted in his expression. His brows were knitted in deep contemplation, his mouth in that discernable pout. It instantly reminded her of the Harry that filled the online blogs, news, and pictures as of late. The serious Harry who rarely was a dork in public anymore. "Harry...?"

"I was alone," Harry uttered, his voice drenched in sadness, his timbre low and lazy. Looking at her, he added, "And then I wasn't anymore."

I love him, Dani thought as she stared at him, feeling her heart ache. This is Harry, she thought. "You're not alone."

Harry just smiled at her, and then he tilted his head, as if seeing her for the first time. "You're very pretty."

Her heart skipped a beat.

The moment was broken when something pounded at the door. Harry's eyes had returned to its usual vibrant green, and her serious Harry had disappeared. "Dani! Something's out there!"

Remembering Rosie, Dani quickly got on her feet and tried to dislodge Harry from her arms. "Wait here, okay?" she pleaded, and he eventually agreed to let her go. Nervous, she went to the door. This was it, she thought, whatever or whoever was outside, it would decide if she was crazy or not. She even half-heartedly hoped it was her mom just to be sure. She knew it was better to find out she was completely delusional instead of living in this fake world. However, when she glanced back at him, all she could see was his bum from the edge of the bed. "Wait, what are you doing...?!"

"Going back home!" he mumbled from under the bed.

Staring at the way Harry's bottom jiggled as he probably tried to squeeze himself under her bed, Dani opened the door and in went Rosie, who swiftly jumped on one of her pillows. In alarm, she carefully pushed her big baby down the floor in fear that she might crush Harry under her weight. Tummy flat on the cushion, Dani breathed in and out as she observed Rosie inspect the floor.

What was she seeing? Could Rosie see Harry?

Inching forward, Dani pulled herself forward. Parting the bed sheets to the side, she peered closer but there was only the familiar empty space underneath. There was also that one shoe she had been looking for since last month. And for a few more minutes, Dani remained like that, upside-down, staring into nothingness.

Like waking up from a nostalgic dream, it took her a while to accept that Harry Styles was gone.