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"Harry?" He hears someone ask quietly from above him and he groans loudly, throwing an arm over his still-closed eyes.
"Whoever you are, kindly fuck off," he mumbles sleepily, pulling the warm covers tighter around his curled up body and over his head.
"Harry!" The voice scolds and Harry groans once more, pushing the blankets away and opening his eyes to meet a pair of grey eyes staring deeply into his green ones.
"Holy shit!" He exclaims and quickly sits up, bumping his forehead into Peter's. "Ouch..." He groans, gently rubbing his hand over the sensitive skin. "Peter, don't do that."
Peter gives him a sheepish smile. "Oops."
"Hi." Peter's smile turns into a bright grin and Harry just rolls his eyes fondly, sitting up from the comfortable bed and stretching his arms over his head.
"C'mon, I gotta show you something." Peter floats up from his horizontal position and hovers slightly over Harry's bed, his hands on his waist. "Oh, and I recommend you go back to your tiny-weeny Pixie body 'cause it's quite a long flight."
Harry nods at his words and lets out a deep breath, closing his eyes and feeling his body shrink until he's a small, insignificant Pixie again. Peter sends him a bright smile before he flies out the window and takes off, shooting up towards the sky like a bullet and Harry just stares at him go because even though he's watched him do this a million times, he's stunned every time it happens.
He glances around the hut one last timeto make sure everything is in order before taking off himself, and though he's slower than Peter Pan because, well, he's a Pixie, he catches up to his old friend quickly.
"Where're we goin'?" Harry asks once they're flying side by side, the Bright side of Neverland passing by as flashes of colours under them.
"The Winds have asked for you." Peter casually shrugs and flips his body around, floating on his back as he looks up at the pink morning sky, the sun just rising on the horizon.
"The Win- what?" Harry's confused as heck right now. The Winds have never personally asked for someone, especially a powerless and meaningless Pixie. Every message They need to send to Neverland, whichever side it is, it's always delivered by Peter Pan, or in the case of the Dark side, his shadow. But never by the Winds themselves. Harry must be in deep shit if they've asked for him. It could've been Niall or Perrie or Crystal or-
Fuck.
He's not there to help and it's his turn to help Perrie with her mentee, who by the way, is a complete and utter asshole for a ten year old and he's not there and she's going to kill him.
He's too young to die just yet.
Harry groans loudly and abruptly stops his movements, Peter following right after. He shakes his head, as reading Harry's thoughts and crosses his arms over his chest, still floating on his back.
