Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

YOU'RE NOT HIM... [M] (P.II)

WALKING OUT OF my room, I carry my bag and walk to the kitchen. I was texting my friend as we were supposed to hang out at the mall today.

Looking up, I see Dad in the kitchen with Gabby. They were eating ice cream while Gabby was rambling on about her dolls.

I furrow my eyebrows as I stood in front of them. I look to Dad. "Aren't you lactose intolerant?"

He stops eating the ice cream and looks at me with his eyes slightly widened. He clears his throat and shrugs.

"Yeah, but I'll be fine," he told me, "It's not like I eat this often."

"Right," I narrow my eyes at him before switching the subject, "Can we go now? Lia already left the house."

"Who's Lia?" He asked confusingly.

I look up at him, confused on why he was confused on who my best friend was. "My best friend? The girl I've known since the second grade? Lia Thompson?"

"Oh... right!" He clears his throat, nodding, "Yeah, I just forget sometimes. You know your old man."

"You're 35," I shake my head as I continue to look up at him. He's been acting so weird since last Saturday.

He shrugs, "Old."

"Sure," I watch him as he goes to grab a paper towel, putting some water on it before wiping Gabby's mouth. He wipes his next before throwing it out.

He clears his throat and puts his hands on his hips. "Alright, uh, let's go."

I nod softly and grab his keys. "Am I driving or are you?"

He furrows his eyebrows, "What?"

"I mean I know I only have my permit, but I'm not that bad of a driver," I told him as I put on my shoes, "It'll be extra practice."

Gabby looked up to Dad, shaking her head. "Don't let her drive."

I gasp, nudging her. "Don't listen to her. I'm a good driver."

He chuckled and shrugged. "Sure."

Cheering I went and hugged him. He hugged my back, chuckling. I let go and rushed to the car, starting it.

A few seconds later, they came inside.

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"I'm never letting you drive again," my dad stared at me with wide eyes, gripping the door.

I gasp, "I'm a good driver!"

He shook his head, "You broke like ten traffic laws! How did you pass your permit test?!"

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Okay, it's too much now. "Whatever, Dad. I'll see you later."

I began to go out the door, but he rolled his window down.

"Come on, Y/N, you know I'm not being serious. You just need practice."

"Mm-Hm," I nodded and waved to both him and Gabby, "Love you."

"I love you, too," he told me as he walked to the drivers side, "Be careful."

I nodded and began to walk towards the entrance of the mall. I waved to my friend, hugging her as we greeted.

"Hey," Lia smiled, "What was that about?"

I shrugged, "My dad— he's just being really weird. I know I'm not the best driver—"

"Y/N, you're a terrible driver," Lia laughed.

I laughed with her and nudged her. "Okay, fine, I'm not good, but it's other things too! He's just— he's been really bad with names and places recently. He needed to set a GPS to our house from the store we go to all the time?"

"Maybe he has early on-set dementia," Lia shrugged as we walked into H&M.

"He's 35," I glanced at her as I looked through clothes, "He does not have dementia."

She shrugged, "Probably."

We continue shopping for a few minutes before she calls my name. I look to her.

"I forgot, have you heard of the guy that got killed last Saturday? Everyone's talking about it," Lia held out her phone, "Some guy shot him because he was trying to stop him from robbing some lady."

I furrow my eyebrows, "We never have murders in this neighborhood."

"I know," she nodded, "That's why it's weird. They said they'd release the name today."

I come closer to her, "Check."

She pulls up the local paper's website. We continue to scroll until we see the name.

"That's impossible," I said as I took her phone.

The victim's name is Miguel O'Hara. He is survived by his two daughters.

"I just saw your dad," Lia says, confusion in her eyes, "It must be a mistake."

"They've got his fucking picture from the autopsy," I scoffed, raking my hands through my hair, "If... if that's my dad... whose with Gabby right now?"

Hearing a ping from my phone, I take it out. It was my dad.

Dad: We have to go right now. I'll explain everything later. I'm outside with Gabriella.

My eyes widen. I show Lia the text.

"What the fuck?" She takes the words right out of my mouth.

"Shit," I exclaim, handing her phone back to her, "Lia, you can't tell anyone until I figure out what's happening."

She nods, staring at her phone.

"Okay?!" I put my hands on her shoulders, "Fuck— promise me, Lia!"

"I promise!" She tells me, looking in my eyes, "I promise. Go, Y/N."

I nod and begin to run out the store, not caring about the stares I received as I ran out the entrance. My dad is safe. He's safe. He's fine.

Seeing my dad out the car, he was holding Gabby's hand. I looked at the car, seeing luggage inside.

"Dad?" I ask, "What's happening? I heard that—"

"There's no time," he shook his head, "I'm here, though. We just have to go right now."

He put Gabriella in the car before rushing to me. I take a step back as I look up at him.

"Let's go, Y/N," he demanded, "Please."

I take a breath before nodding. He led me to the passenger seat. I went in and sat. I looked out the window, seeing Lia stand in the entrance.

I look at her and nod, hoping she'd keep her promise. She nodded back to me.

Dad entered the car and started it, "You guys are okay? You have your seatbelts on?"

"Yeah," Gabby nods, "Where are we going?"

"Just on a little trip," I answer for dad, "Don't worry. Just put your headphones on and watch YouTube."

She nods and does as I say. I could see the slight worry in her eyes, but I chose to ignore it.

I look up to Dad. He's looking back at me.

"Papá, I'm scared."

He sighs deeply and pulls me in. He kisses me on the forehead. "It's okay, mi niña. Don't worry."

He pulls back and begins driving.

He's here. He's safe.