Can I Tell You a Secret? - Male reader x Harry Greene

12

TW: talking about medical issues and death

(Also, I reference the cover and the new title in this part:))

KEY:
Y/n = your name
F/f = favorite flower

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It had been a week since y/n got out of the hospital, making it be the official 2 week anniversary for y/n and Harry. Y/n could hardly believe it. He was dating Harry Greene.

Harry.

Fucking.

Greene.

He rolled over, being careful not to annoy his leg. It was broken is three different places - one of which was almost completely crushed. Yeah, his leg had been through some serious shit.

But so had his dad.

He was still very upset at his dad's death, but was steadily recovering. His mother didn't have any broken bones, but had suffered from a mild concussion for the week after the crash. Y/n had been stuck in the hospital for longer than he wanted to, due to being extremely exhausted and part of his bone being crushed. Harry had spent almost all of his time there with him. He would go straight to the hospital after school let out, doing his homework while comforting y/n. Even if y/n was asleep when he got there, Harry would stay, just to see if y/n would wake up.

Right now, however, Harry was not in their room. Y/n furrowed his eyebrows, where was he? He stretched out his arms, his fingertips barely touching the edge of his crutches. When he came back home, Harry had forced him to stay on the bed, insisting to sleeping on the windowsill. His brows furrowed further with concentration.

His crutches finally slid down from their place against the wall, falling into a place where y/n could grab a hold of them easier. He sat up, positioning the padded crutches under his armpits(ewww, stinkyyy). He hauled himself upward, balancing himself before heading downstairs.

Downstairs.

His current nemesis.

Well, stairs in general were his current nemesis.

When he finally made it to the staircase, Harry was there waiting for him.

"Hey!" He welcomed with his adorable British accent.

Y/n smiled, "Good morning."

"Need some help?"

"Yeahhh," y/n sighed.

Harry nodded, coming over to y/n, wrapping his arms around the shorter - one around his back, the other under his butt(get your mind out of the gutter please), lifting y/n up. Y/n wrapped his good leg around Harry's torso, his cast-covered one hanging dead in the air. His arms were around Harry's neck.

"If you drop me, you're dead," y/n informed him.

"Got it."

They slowly made their way down the staircase, eventually reaching the bottom. Harry carefully set y/n down, running back up the stairs to recover the crutches. He brung then back down, handing them to y/n. Y/n hadn't seen Harry smile yet this morning, concern was etched into the taller's expression.

"Are you feeling ok today?" Harry asked.

Y/n blinked, "Uh- yes? I've been feeling ok the last 4 days you asked."

"Like, your leg isn't aching anymore?"

"It doesn't ache in the morning, remember?"

Harry nodded, "Well, would you be up for going outside today?"