𝒮𝓉𝑜𝒸𝓀𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓂 𝓈𝓎𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓂𝑒 ~𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒𝓈

Harryween

Third person pov:

Harry buzzed with excitement as he searched for his daughter wanting to see her reaction to his costume. He burst into his dressing room finding her curled up on the sofa listening to music.  "Hey bunny, what do you think?" The girl takes her headphones out and study's her dad's outfit. He was wearing a blue checkered dress with strawberries on it, ruby red tights and a cute little bow that matched the dress to keep his curls out the way. "I think you look amazing dad. The fans are gonna love it."  "You sure bean? Not gonna think it's weird?" Harry picks at his nails feeling insecure. She walks over to him, wrapping him in a hug. "Oh dad don't get me wrong you look amazing and I'm sure most of your fans will love it. Some might think it's weird but their opinions don't matter. As long as your comfortable wearing it who gives a fuck what they think." "Thank you bubba. You always no how to make me feel better." She smiles going to sit back down on the sofa but is stopped by what her dad says. "Angel w-would you do my makeup?" " Of course dad."

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"There you go dad all done." Harry looked in the mirror shocked. His daughter had done a fantastic job.  "Thanks bug it looks amazing." He presses a kiss to her check before rushing out of the door, due on stage in 5 minutes, feeling lucky to have such a beautiful and supportive daughter.