Harry’s curls were dripping with sweat under the Dale head that had been weighing down on his shoulders for an hour or so now. He was due for a break in a little less than five minutes, but the line that spanned the length of Toontown, looked much longer than five minutes.
He had a feeling the angry Mothers would win out the battle, when it came to him staying or leaving.
“You’re not real,” a child, no less than six years old hissed, crossing her arms stubbornly, in front of Harry and Niall.
Harry cocked his oversize head and raised his arms in comical confusion, reaching out and tugging the child closer. But she wasn’t having any of it; she pulled out of his arms and turned back around, stamping her foot.
“Mom!” she cried, “I want the real Chip and Dale, not the fake ones!”
“Sweetie, just smile,” her Dad said, groaning, his hands full with two squirming toddlers. “Please?”
The girl sighed, standing stiffly in between Harry and Niall and glaring at the disposable camera her Mom clicked away on, before one of Niall and Harry’s handlers came around and escorted the family away.
“Alright, Chip and Dale have to go back to their tree now!” The handler yelled, and the long line erupted in groans and protests. Harry rolled his eyes, and shuffled along behind Niall, waving his paw in the air at the crying children and furious parents.
Breaking hearts in Disney World, what else was new?
The second Harry made it through the gate that separated the magic from reality; he tore Dale’s head off his shoulders. Niall toddled ahead of him, his own head hanging from his hands, as he shook the sweat out of his own hair.
Harry pulled off the overwhelmingly hot fur suit, the second he entered the break room, stripping down to just a pair of gym shorts and a worn white shirt.
“Rough morning!” Niall exclaimed and Harry groaned in agreement, grabbing a water bottle from the table in their break room and pouring it on his head, letting the ice cold water run down his face and drip onto his shirt.
“Is it only one?” Harry groaned, collapsing onto the couch and moving his head to face the fan that was on high in the corner of the room. “I can’t do this anymore. I’m done.”
Niall just snorted and shook his head, sinking into a plastic chair, “No you’re not.”
“Yeah, I know,” Harry, muttered, wiping off the sweat on his forehead with the hem of his shirt. “It’s still brutal.”
“What’s brutal?” a chipper voice asked and Harry lifted his head to see Louis, entering the room, tearing off his green tights and hat.
“Harry’s going though the Disney Angst phase,” Niall said, looking up from his phone.
Louis winced sympathetically, jumping over the back of the couch and sitting on Harry’s legs, “Yeah, that’s rough mate. You’ll get over it though.”
“When?”
“When you find something worth staying for,” Louis replied, before breaking into a bright grin. “Wait-I’ve got it.”
Harry glanced up at Louis curiously, “What is it?”
Louis eyes were twinkling and he smiled back at Harry, raising a brow. “You’ll see.”
-o-
“Louis, I’m not supposed to be here,” Harry hissed, tugging uncomfortably on the Disney character handler shirt he was wearing, “If I get caught-“
YOU ARE READING
Disney Magic
FanfictionIt had been perfect timing on his part, with the workers on strike, Disney was looking to hire anyone with a pulse, and Harry had one of those. Stuffed into a furry costume, Harry found himself face to face with the Magical World of Disney. A magica...
