Part 2 of: Fae!Harry (Patreon)

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part 1

ii.

“Do humans do much staring?” 

Y/N is sitting across from the man she woke up on her floor to. After their initial greeting, Y/N all but bolted to her bathroom and splashed water on her face, certain that she was either still dreaming or having some elaborate hallucination. Did she have a blocked-out memory of eating a shroom in the forest or something? That would be the only reasonable explanation to someone claiming to be a bunny that turned into a human in her bedroom right now. The sweet bunny that she had saved from the trap in the forest the other day. The same one that she brought into her home so it could shelter from the storm. 

When she peeked her head out of the bathroom, he was still there, waiting patiently on the floor. He looked around, marveling at her room while he waited for her. At the sound of the door creaking open, he looked over to her, a soft smile on his face, “Humans are quite impoverished creatures,” he noted gently, “I forget this sometimes.” 

Y/N clicked the door shut again with a huff, resting her forehead against the door. This is not fucking real. There’s no way this could be real, right? This is ridiculous. Did someone kidnap her and drug her with some random hallucinogen? That’s the only explanation she could think of for this to be happening right now, is that she is either going crazy or she’s been drugged without knowing. Probably by this guy who is in her room claiming to be a fuckign rabbit! He’s probably on the same drug! Oh god, she needs to call the police, but she left her phone out there! And wait, did he just call her impoverished? 

She popped the door open again, sticking her head out and only her head, and he’s in the same spot, only this time he’s holding the ceramic hangyodon figurine she usually has sitting on her nightstand. He cupped it in his hand as if it were a living creature, gazing at it with curiosity. “Hey,” she caught his attention, and he looked over to her again, each time giving her the most genuine smile, “If you’re the bunny, then turn back into it and prove yourself.” 

He blinked at her, and she thought that she had finally stumped him. If he couldn’t prove himself, then she’d run in, knock him out, and then grab her phone and call the cops. Then she would call Niall and Adam in a group video chat and explain to them how their not going on the walk with her the other day led to her saving a robo-bunny that conned her into bringing him home, so that he could use the robo-bunny to unlock the door of her house and sneak in here. And for that reason, she deserved for them to take her out to eat and pay for her meal, and also a ticket to the movies, and they had to watch the movie of her choosing. Actually, fuck it, movies of her choosing. 

“Oh, okay,” the man said in front of her, “Nobody has ever asked me this, but I suppose I never feel safe enough to reveal myself. You’re of pure heart, though, so I believe this is okay.” 

Y/N watched in abject horror as the man in front of her morphed, before her very eyes, into a fucking rabbit. It’s the same bunny she’d saved. The same bunny that she’d looked at sleeping in his little box nest and felt warm before falling asleep herself. Y/N could barely process what she was witnessing when he looked at her, with a flickering nose and twitching whiskers – before he shifted back into a human. In the same robe, with the same glowy skin and sparkling eyes, and there’s a poof of glittery clouds that appears like she was watching an animated movie. 

“Was that good?” He tilted his head in her direction. 

Once again, she closed the door. 

That led them here. Y/N stared at him across the table after dissociating, slicing through more strawberries for him at his request. She isn’t sure why she does it – probably because she thinks he’s a wizard or a deity of some kind at this point, and she’s worried he’d cast some weird sort of spell on her if she didn’t obey his every wish and command. So she quietly sliced strawberries while she listened to him hum to himself, lingering around her kitchen, touching knobs, the counter, looking inside her pantry, and combing through the boxes and bags of snacks.  When she told him the strawberries were finished being cut, he sat at the table with her, and she sat across from him, staring way too hard. 

“Huh?” Y/N replied to his question, blinking rapidly. 

“The staring,” he pointed at his face, drawing a circle around it, “I was wondering if humans do this a lot? Your eyes haven’t left me since we sat down.” 

Y/N’s mouth fell open, then closed about three times before she found the words to say, “Well, humans aren’t really used to bunnies just turning into grown men in front of their very eyes, so pardon the staring, but I’m just – the fabric of my reality is being altered, currently.” 

He blinked at her, a pout forming on his mouth, “So it is true,” he shook his head solemnly, “Humans are no longer taught of the fae?” 

“The who?” Y/N inquired, and this only seemed to distress him more. 

He sighed, “They told me this was true, but I just didn’t want to believe it. I’ve overheard a few humans speaking on it. I thought it was still in your teachings – oh, this is just not good. Not good at all.” He squeezed a strawberry between his forefinger and thumb, “If humans are ignorant of magic and the like, then I must have scared you a lot. I’m very sorry for that.” 

The apology was more genuine than Y/N got the one time her boyfriend kissed another guy at the bar when he was drunk. The look on his face spoke to it, too, how sorry he seemed to have sprung this on her. Now what was a fae? Fae as in fairy? Y/N knew there was a book series out right now that was pretty popular, she thinks, that had something to do with it. That and like a lot of sex from what she’s understood about it. But that’s as far as her knowledge extends on the matter. 

“Ah, well, this won’t do.” He sighed softly again, sadly, “I was hoping you could help me. Since you have such a kind heart and all.” 

This both intrigued and worried her. She’d thought maybe he’d explain more about what he is and what he does before asking for something, but she guesses he isn’t concerned with her understanding the semantics of his people. He sits pretty – all too gorgeous across from her, with flowing hair that rests against his back, curling around his shoulders. It is a bit messy, curls every which way, looking like he’d slept on it and hadn’t bothered brushing through it this morning. It’s glossy and bouncy like he’d just used high-end products, imported from some fancy country where beautiful hair is the standard. 

“Um, what is it that you want me to help with?” She watched as he licked the strawberry bits off his fingers, staining his tongue and lips red. His lips are soft and petal pink, almost. There’s a healthy flush to his soft cheeks, and his eyes are so bright that it looks like he’s never had a hard time sleeping in his life. As if a shoebox of towels and soft socks was a 5-star resort mattress. They are pretty green too, that sparkle kind of – like actually sparkle – there’s a glint that shimmers every time the light catches them. 

“Well, I come to your realm every so often because I’d like for a human to show me around,” he tells her, “There’s a list of human things that I’d like to experience and do, but I know it’s dangerous to do them on my own. I’ve been looking for many years – at least 80 of them –” How old is this guy? “And not one single human has made me feel quite as safe as you have.” 

Y/N raises her eyebrows, “Really? That like – doesn't inspire confidence in humans at all.” 

He shakes his head, “I just believe you care for creatures and critters in the same way fae do, which makes me feel far more comfortable with you. That horrible trap I was caught in – I was sure I was a goner. But you answered my cries!” 

“So you followed me home?” 

He nods, grinning, “Of course I did! I had to do more research. You always spoke so kindly to me, and when you let me in during the storm, I knew for sure.” 

Y/N knuckled at her eyes, “Okay, that’s – I’m glad you feel that way, but I don’t know if I’m necessarily the best human guide? I don’t do much, really, I – oh,” he slid a piece of paper that he definitely wasn’t holding before across the table to her, “Is this your list?” 

“Yes.” He told her, “I’ve been creating it for some time now.” 

Y/N’s eyes dart along the page, seeing things like Ride the large wheel at the fair and Go on a train. All of them seem very normal, sort of cute things – attainable things, the further Y/N looks into it. She even giggles reading through some of them – a lot of them are innocent wants. Maybe she could be a guide if he was after things like milkshakes, stargazing on a roof, going to a concert, and. . .uh. . .

“Um, what is – what’s up with this one?” She pointed at the third-to-last item on the list, where there were stars drawn around it, so she’s guessing it’s important. 

Sleep with a human. 

“Yes,” he nods resolutely, not seeming even the least bit embarrassed, “I think it’s an important part of the human experience. Man or woman, I do not mind which. Ideally, both.” 

She chuckled a little, running her thumb over her brow, “Wow,” she is definitely hallucinating, she has to be, “Okay, um, well – I –” 

“I’d really, really appreciate it,” he catches her gaze, locking eyes with her, “I can guarantee you anything you desire! You know the fae are capable of magic.” 

“Can I – would you tell me your name at least? Before I make any decisions?” 

He grinned, wide and sweet. 

“Oh! I’m Harry. It is nice to officially meet you.” He bowed his head, “May I stay here as you make your decision? I promise not to be a bother. That way, if you tell me no – which I don’t believe you should – I have at least experienced some aspects of this realm?” 

Would it be so bad to let him stay? Probably. He could be some psycho killer that she’d let stay the night in a shoebox beside her bed, but then why wouldn’t he have killed her last night? And why would a killer be turning into a bunny rabbit and carrying around a list of human experiences that they want to try out? There’s something about him that makes Y/N trust him, deep in her gut. Usually, if she senses danger, then she feels the exact opposite of this – her body is typically very equipped in recognizing when shit is not right. 

“I guess I don’t mind if you stay,” she answered, “But like – I have work and stuff in the morning, so you might just be sort of bored here.” 

“Ooh, what do humans do for work?” His eyes were dazzling. “Do you still work on farms?” 

“S-some people do, yeah, but not me. I work in an office.” 

He leans forward, “Tell me everything about this office.” 

So, for a majority of the day, Y/N is sharing stories with Harry about work, about what she does before she goes in, and what she does when she gets home. He has so many questions to ask her, marveling and amazed by every single thing she replies with. Once he notices the nail polish on her fingers, he’s invested in that, then wants to know about nail salons while he delicately holds her hand to hold toward his face. It was the first time she’d touched him, since he changed from bunny to man – his skin is so soft, she would think he might be made of Supima cotton. He’s warm too – more warm than she expected, but not in a sweaty way. Just in a warm way – like if they were stuck in a snowstorm, he’d be able to keep her nice and toasty. 

Y/N’s phone buzzes on the table, and she sees it’s a reply from Niall, to whom she’d inconspicuously sent a photo of Harry to make sure it wasn’t a hallucination. 

Holy fuck, who’s the ethereal hottie? 

Did you go drinking last night and bring someone home? Wtf why didn’t you invite me!!! 

I want an ethereal hottie. 

Harry’s eyes light up, “Oh, is that a phone? Are you speaking to your friends? Can you show me how it works?” 

Y/N instantly felt sheepish – would he be pissed about the picture? (Should she care, considering he sort of snuck into her house?) 

“How about we save the phone lesson for later?”