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[findmeontheisle]

chasing the ocean: part 17

author's note: i'm back??? and i kinda went crazy with this one ngl. not to scare y'all either but i already wrote the ending and it hit me deep in my emotions, like yall aint ready for that shit, but don't worry im delaying like hell because idk if i can emotionally give it up this has been my baby for too long.

warnings: slight angst, cursing, fluff

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“evie, this is one of the worst ideas you’ve ever talked me into.”

i watch her through the mirror as she happily braids my hair and i almost don’t expect her to answer for a moment until she leans back to examine her work, her lips pursed to the side as she waves a hand dismissively. she taps my shoulder and i lift the bobby pin from my lap to place in her extended hand.

“you say that every time i have an idea.”

rolling my eyes, i remind her, “that’s because last time, your idea was to kiss frogs by the enchanted lake.”

she laughs loudly at the memory and pins a strand of hair behind my ear, “you’re only mad because you ended up falling in a mud puddle when you tried to catch one.”

my laughter betrays me and i shake my head. evie and i have been friends ever since she first came to auradon and sat next to me in our home ec class. we had been assigned as partners and made an agreement immediately that i would be in charge of the cooking portion of projects if she handled the sewing aspect. our friendship blossomed from there and i seem to always find myself getting talked into all of her schemes and ideas, which led me to sitting in front of the mirror in her bedroom as she inspected every detail of my outfit.

“you gotta admit, y/n, a double date is a little bit better of an idea than kissing frogs.”

the reminder of what is coming causes a pit to form in my stomach once more. biting my bottom lip, i stare at my reflection anxiously. evie had braided the top portion of my hair and leaving the rest natural. she had spent an unnecessary amount of time focused on makeup as she cautiously applied highlighter and concealer. her work and effort showed in how much i looked exactly like myself while also being the best version i had seen in quite a bit of time. a gentle glow, as she called it.

evie frowns before resting her hands on her hips and demands, “okay, spill. i haven’t seen you this quiet since… ever.”

a half smile pulls at my lips, my chest warm at the concern in her eyes as i breathe a small laugh, “what gave me away?”

she looks to the ceiling and pretends to count on her hands, “you were going to let me put orange eye shadow on you with green eyeliner, you didn’t correct me when i sang the wrong lyrics to your favorite song, and - you’re trying to distract me.”

my laughter is louder and more authentic this time when she slaps my shoulder. shaking my head and suppressing my giggles, i sigh and stare at her reflection, “you can’t make a big deal if i tell you.”

the look in her eyes gives away her curiosity, but she can tell that this is genuinely affecting me so she nods quickly, “of course, y/n.”

heaving a small breath, i squeeze my eyes shut as i confess, “harry and i technically have never been on an actual date before.”

silence.

for a moment, i’m worried i broke her, but when i open my eyes, she’s still standing so some of the worry dissipates.

suddenly, we’re both jolted from the silence when we hear two knocks against the door. we share a look of panic, which is only worsened when we hear doug call out, “hey evie, we just came to see if you two were ready.”

evie takes a deep breath and in a slightly rushed voice, she calls out, “one minute, dougy!”

my face scrunches in slight disgust and i mouth dougy? at her and she responds by silently flipping me off.

before i can process that she's moved, she grabs a glass bottle from her bedside table and is quickly spritzing me with it. i cough at the overwhelming smell and wave my hand to clear the air from the sparky mist.

she sets the bottle back in its place and i sniff the air before tilting my head in confusion, "why do you have a perfume that smells like harry's cologne?”

evie is focused on fixing her lip gloss in the reflection of the mirror, but i swear i see the corner of her lips turn up at the question.

shrugging, she grabs her purse from the bed and answers, "i have a million perfumes, i just grabbed the closest one because i can't have you smelling bad on your first date.”

frowning, i follow her to the door and mumble, "I smell just fine."

evie ignores me and slowly opens the door. I'm still hidden behind the door as she announces, "boys, i am proud to introduce you to the always lovely, y/n.”

rolling my eyes at her dramatics, i shift my feet anxiously and watch as the door slowly opens more to reveal doug and harry.

all of my thoughts fade away as i stare at harry.

his hair is brushed down, but the front is still tousled like always, as if he mindlessly played with it before doug could stop him. he's wearing a white tank top that has minimal amounts of rips compared to the clothes he usually wears and a leather jacket on top. his black denim jeans have small red designs across them.

he was standing stiffly when the door first opened, but the second we made eye contact, his shoulders loosened and he let out a small breath. a smile crosses his face almost subconsciously and if anyone else had looked at me like that, i would've felt an urge to hide or duck my head.

instead, i feel like a flower blooming under the warmth of his gaze.

doug and evie are talking, but i pay no attention to them as harry steps forward. his hands are behind his back and his blue eyes are wide as he stares into my eyes.

"darlin', ye look absolutely breathtaking."

i smile sheepishly at him and lift my hands to run through his hair. he dips his head to help me reach easier as i ruffle through his dark locks. shaking my head happily, i tsk and mumble, "they always try to tame your hair."

harry chuckles and shakes his hair when i finally finish fixing it, "i was gonna fix it for ye, but i like when ye play with me hair."

snorting, i shove his shoulder playfully. he laughs at how flustered i look before seeming to remember something, "lass, i got ye something."

he begins to move his hands from behind his back, but i stop him quickly. harry tilts his head in confusion and i hurriedly ask, "please tell me you didn't spend any money."

the smile that takes over his face is brighter than the sun and i find myself smiling as well.

"ye know, doug tried to convince me that you would want a necklace or chocolate, but i figured ye would say something like that."

my cheeks feel flush once again and he chuckles as he pulls his hands from behind his back.

in his hands, he holds a bouquet of wildflowers. i gasp and my heart feels like it will explode from excitement as i gently accept the flowers from him. the colors of the bouquet somehow matches the colors on my floral sundress that evie had chosen for today. i breathe in the smell of the flowers and can still smell the lingering bit of perfume that evie had sprayed on me earlier.

"harry... i- thank you. these mean the world to me."

his cheeks are tinted with pink and he shrugs nonchalantly, "anything for my lass."

evie gasps and i realize that she's just noticed the bouquet in my hand. she rushes over and begins rambling excitedly. i smile apologetically at harry before asking evie for a vase to put the flowers in until the date is done. her and doug begin scouting the room because evie swears she has the perfect vase for it, but it's lost somewhere under all of the extra pieces of fabric in her room.

suddenly, i feel harry taking one of the flowers out of the bouquet. his touch is gentle as he inspects the daisy before tucking it behind my ear. i didn't know that i had begun holding my breath until it felt like my lungs were going to burst. exhaling slowly, i stare up into his eyes and his smile is so large that i know it must hurt.

"god, lass, ye're so fucking pretty."

i can't help myself in that moment. the tension had built up far too much for me to resist as i grip his leather jacket to pull him closer. he must have been expecting it as his arms wrapped around my hips in perfect timing and our lips connect passionately.

it's nowhere near being our first kiss, but the sparks still send chills down my spine. i feel harry smile into the kiss and i let go of his jacket in favor of letting my hand slide up into his hair to ruffle it some more.

"you two do realize we're still standing here, right?"

i can hear evie smack doug for ruining the moment and my laughter breaks the kiss. when i pull back, i can see some of the sparkly lip gloss i once was wearing is on harry's lips. lifting my hand to wipe it off, i smile as harry leans out of my reach and playfully scolds me, "ay, why're ye trying to take my lip gloss?"

rolling my eyes, i joke, "well, i can't have you looking better than me."

harry pulls me into a quick hug and presses a kiss on the top of my head, "that's impossible, lass."

doug steps forward with the glass vase before i can respond. his face is deadpan of any emotion, which is a comical difference in comparison to evie who is nearly in tears from excitement and happiness. this is the first time she's witnessed harry and i actually talking or being affectionate since we typically don't spend time together in public.

we take the hint and i hand the bouquet over to doug, who quickly puts it in the vase and sets it on the table.

evie bounces on her toes excitedly and asks, "okay, so dougy, what are we doing?"

doug opens his mouth, but harry speaks up first, "actually, i planned this date."

evie seems skeptical, but i grin excitedly at this. somehow, harry always has an adventure planned or a new place found for us to go to.

today's adventure is at a place called heads up.

i vaguely recognize it as jack of heart's mini golf shop. the heart family had recently all agreed upon having a family business after being released from the isle, all aside from their parents, who still awaited their release. jack, as the oldest of the four, had been running independently while the others finished their schooling at auradon.

evie gasps at the hand-painted, whimsical sign hanging above the entrance, "i didn't even know that jack had opened this place up."

doug rolls his eyes dramatically and huffs, "that's because any time he sees you, he's basically releasing doves and writing poetry for you."

without missing a beat, harry mumbles, "maybe ye can learn a thing or two from vk's when it comes to romance."

i snort and elbow his side gently before pulling him forward by his arm.

"come on, captain, i'm in the mood to beat your ass in putt putt."

harry laughs and steps closer to throw his arm over my shoulder. pulling my head closer for him to kiss the top, he uses the leverage to ruffle my hair, "not possible, lass."

the whole course was painted in trippy patterns with red, white, and black paint. doug scowls the entire time we receive our golf clubs and balls while jack smoothly coos at evie and offers her a discount until she mentions that her and doug are paying together. the cheshire grin that had been on his elegantly handsome features dropped.

from there, harry and i stepped forward to receive ours. harry stared directly into jack's eyes and grinned with a darkness in his eyes that i only vaguely recognized from when i first knew him, "mate, if ye know what's best for ye, then ye wouldn't even dream of tryin' anything."

jack stares back with the confidence only a prince can have, "not with her."

harry's face darkens even more and his arm is removed from my shoulders as he clenches his jaw, but i put my hand on his chest reassuringly, "i used to babysit harley when the heart's first moved here. jack was working too much and trying to set this up and harley loves painting so i would watch her on the weekends and she'd paint my walls with me."

blue eyes glancing back and forth between jack and i, harry still seems uncertain until jack nods, "she's family."

i extend some cash out to him in an attempt to hurry along the tense interaction, but jack shakes his head sternly, "family doesn't pay."

smiling gratefully, i take harry's hand and pull him forward so we can join evie and doug at the first course.

doug spends the first two holes sulking miserably and harry keeps glancing towards where the front desk is, as if jack is waiting around the corner. their attention is returned to the mini golf when evie gasps.

they turn to her instantly out of worry, but she doesn’t notice as she whines, “guys, y/n is beating our asses at this.”

harry doesn’t believe until he takes a look at the score sheet as well. we had gone through four of the eighteen lanes so far and i had only scored 7 points, meanwhile harry was at 10. doug and evie were tied for last at 14.

for the second time that day, i watched harry’s blue eyes widen at me, but this time it was in complete disbelief as he jokingly huffed, “fuck me, i didn’t know we had brought tiger woods to play mini golf.”

snickering, i shrug a shoulder happily, “i told you i was gonna win.”

in that moment, it felt like we were back in the prank war as we playfully glared at each other and he nodded slowly, “alright, princess, get ready to lose.”

from that moment on, i felt like my lungs were going to give out from how much i laughed. evie and doug had devised a plan to ‘help’ each other win by kicking the other’s golf ball closer to the hole, but somehow even with the cheating, they were losing terribly. harry had formed his own tactic of trying to hug me or scare me anytime i hit my golf ball. in retaliation, i would whistle sharply every time he pulled back his club to swing.

the scores looked terrible until we just stopped keeping track, deciding that whoever could make it to the final lane first, wins.

i have a decent lead ahead of everyone else by reaching lane 15 whilst harry is stuck on 13 with doug and evie because they keep hitting his ball with theirs on accident.

smiling to myself, i decide to focus on this lane and to play by the typical rules of hitting it the least amount of times. i gently set my red ball down on the square of grass and line up my club with it, taking a breath to focus my energy.

“heads up!”

a white golf ball narrowly misses my head as i duck down quickly. i turn to see who hit it in my direction and my face falls into a scowl when i realize who it is.

uma jogs over to retrieve her golf ball, a smile on her face as she glances back to the lane she had been on, “sorry, it’s my first time golfing and-“

her words come to a stop when she realizes who she’s talking to. the smile drops from her face slightly and instead a twinge of annoyance crosses into her features. i force myself to smile politely at her the way my parents had trained me, despite the voice in my head encouraging me to ignore her.

my voice is strained as i grit my teeth and insist, “it’s fine, uma, no harm done.”

turning back to my golf ball, i assume that’s the end of that interaction until she speaks up, “is harry with you?”

she now has my attention fully as i glance over my shoulder to analyze her body language. there’s no aggression or clear intent to be seen and she knows i’m looking for a reason why she would want that information as she sighs, “i really need to talk to him.”

i don’t know what to say, but i don’t have to say anything.

“lass, did ye just see that? i got it in- uma?”

the excitement and pure joy drops from harry’s voice so quickly. despite my upbringing teaching me to always choose peace and facing a former captain of a pirate crew, it took all of my willpower to not start a fight.

but i know that harry is capable of making his own decisions so i simply mumble to him, “she wants to talk to you.”

harry looks down at me uncertainly, but i keep my eyes locked on her. she stares up at harry, a nervous smile playing on her lips as she waves. i feel a hand on my shoulder and another slowly clutch my chin to pull me to look at him.

his blue eyes are swimming in emotions and my heart swells in my chest as he mutters, "what do you want me to do?"

blinking in surprise, i tilt my head and answer immediately, "whatever you're comfortable with, harry. you know that."

the words mean something to him, but i can't focus enough to decipher it when he nods and kisses my forehead gently, "okay, lass, give me a minute and i'll come back over to beat your ass at mini golf."

typically, i would laugh and shove his shoulder as i go find evie and doug to hang out. instead, i glance over my shoulder at uma, who is still staring at harry, and turn back to him, "i'll be right over there, if you need me... just wave and i'll be here. you don't have to do this alone."

he smiles and nods, but says nothing more so i step away and walk over to evie so i can wait anxiously.

he watches as y/n joins evie and doug's conversation before turning back to someone he once trusted his life with. a grimace almost takes over his face before he forces his expression into something more neutral as he greets her simply, "uma."

she tips her head in acknowledgment before nodding in the direction of his friends, "you're with her again."

it's bait. he can see the questions brewing in her eyes like a storm in the distance and immediately drops any politeness that y/n had taught him. it's clear that uma is happy to play by the rules of the isle.

"is that what ye wanted to talk about?"

the grit in his voice catches her off-guard and she glances over her shoulder uncertainly. he doesn't need to follow her line of vision to know that mal is probably over there and giving her a nod of encouragement. uma sucks in a breath before turning back to him.

"mal thinks you're waiting for an apology... so, i'm sorry. i wish i could go back and fix everything, but i can't."

it's his turn to be caught off-guard in that moment. the words sound weird coming from her, but he can vaguely hear a familiar laugh coming from where evie and doug are standing and suddenly, he remembers what he's here for.

nodding his head at her, he shrugs a shoulder, "okay, cool."

with that, he turns and takes a few steps before he feels her grip on his arm to stop him from walking away.

"so, we're friends again right?"

the words pull a laugh from his chest before he can fully process what she's saying. he faces her once more and furrows his brows at her, "no."

he was thrown off by the question. she seems thrown off by the answer.

they lock eyes and stare at each other in silence for a few moments. in those moments, he feels like he can't remember the days he used to know what she's thinking just from a look. back in those days, he would've said that those shared looks was the closest he had ever been to feeling love. now, he reserves that word for whispering in the silence after midnight between the sounds of waves that had been recorded for him. that word dances on the tip of his tongue each time he's pulled into a spontaneous dancing party that ends with the sound of giggles as he dramatically pulls his princess in for a kiss.

now as he stares at uma, he feels like he doesn't recognize the person in front of him.

"i forgive ye, but that doesn't change what ye did."

uma's lips pull downward and her voice shakes bitterly as she sneers, "what happened to ride with the tide, harry?"

he blinks in surprise at the suddenness of her anger, but chuckles humorlessly, "i did ride with the tide, uma. you threw me overboard the second the trials started just for a chance to get away from the isle."

the conversation can end there.

but then, he wouldn't get the closure that y/n had once mentioned that he deserved to have. that thought is what gives him the courage to turn back to uma and huff, "everyone left, uma. everyone fucking left me and i had to act like that was okay just for a chance at ever leaving that isle. i wasn't okay, but i got to come here only to get left again. no one cared or even noticed my existence... except her."

he doesn't have to say her name. uma knows who he's referring to.

“you care about her.”

it wasn’t a question. there is disbelief in her voice, as if she couldn’t process the fact.

it’s been a long time since anything got under harry’s skin, but the tone in his former captain’s voice is enough to make his jaw ache from how tightly he’s clenching it. he runs his hands through his hair in frustration, but the action reminds him of how gentle y/n’s fingers felt when she tried to fix his hair earlier.

breathing in deeply, harry keeps his eyes closed as he hisses, “why is everyone so confused about my feelings for her?”

uma squints her eyes and tilts her head, “she’s changing you.”

his anger peaks once again and this time, he snaps.

“no, i changed for myself so i wouldn’t get shipped back to the isle. i was always go to do what it takes to never go back. that was the plan i had made for months while everyone else was here living better lives without me.”

he pauses, chest heaving and throat tight from emotions that he’s not sure he can process. glancing over his shoulder, he can see evie attempting to talk to y/n, but y/n’s focus is entirely on harry. her face is full of concern and once his gaze meets hers, she furrows her brows and mouths, “you okay?”

harry feels like he’s seeing her for the first time all over again. her wide eyes, braided hair, sparkly lips that he longs to kiss again, the daisy still tucked behind her ear.

exhaling slowly, he nods to her and his words to uma fall freely, “that was the plan until i met her.”

the interior decoration and oddly shaped golf club feels too whimsical for serious conversations suddenly, but harry persists and nods to himself, “and yeah, my plans have changed. i’m not focused on myself as much anymore and i’m not interested in being a pirate. but she did not change me in any capacity. i have made myself a better person since i’ve met her, but she accepted me when i was still a dick to be around.”

uma looks over in y/n’s direction and shakes her head, complete shock in her eyes, “so, that’s it, huh? you meet a girl and fifteen years of friendship down the drain?”

thoughts of what y/n would say if she had heard that crosses harry’s mind and he chuckles to himself before answering, “no, uma. you threw that friendship away when ye didn’t once stand up for me, reach out to me, or even talk to me when i got over here. you don't get to blame me for what you ruined.”

with that, harry walks away from uma and joins his friends once more. he can feel the cautious and concerned looks y/n is giving him, but all he can focus on is the lightness in his chest and how comfortable he is at her side.

as they all gather to watch evie attempt to line up her golf ball with the hole, harry stands behind y/n and wraps his arms around her torso. he pretends to watch evie as he rests his head on her shoulder.

doug is trying to help evie adjust her form as harry turns his head enough to whisper into y/n's ear, "i can't find the words to tell ye how much i appreciate ye for being there for me."

a smile takes over the princess's face and she shakes her head bashfully, "i'll always be there for you, harry."

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[findmeontheisle]

chasing the ocean: part 16

author's note: oh shit, i’m still writing this thing? the answer is yes, i am. just very slowly, but the past couple days during finals week, i’ve had tumblr open in one tab and whenever my brain feels extra fried, i come back and write a couple more sentences. i’m not promising that any of this is good, but it’s written and we’re getting closer to the end. (that’s a lie, we still got a little bit bc i meant it when i said slow burn and this is just a filler bc i wanted to bring back umas correlation to the story)

warnings: bad writing, cursing?? (idk i’m assuming i had some curses somewhere in here), mostly just fluff

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the days after my incident with chad were fairly peaceful. fairy godmother had called harry and me into her office the next day where she attempted to issue an apology to me for not adequately punishing chad's behavior. i quickly corrected her and reminded her that she should have immediately apologized to harry since he's the one who was impacted by it. and through gritted teeth, she forced out an apology that only sounded partially feigned.

from then on, harry and i carried on with the routine that we had set for ourselves. we walked to classes together, ate lunch separately, met up in the attic for dinner and study sessions or naps, depending on how we felt that day.

all was going well and it had been weeks since harry and i had an actual argument that extended beyond debating on who would pick what we would eat.

until the day of the vk adjustment meetings.

due to my classes assigning an excessive amount of homework and constantly having to consult with my parents over phone calls about details for my upcoming coronation that loomed in the back of my brain, i had been unable to attend any meetings since the one that i had brought harry to when he first arrived.

now that i had found a way to properly schedule all of my study sessions and meetings with my parents, i could finally return to my duties to the group. which means that today, i am leading the meeting to give evie and carlos a reprieve from the stress.

harry huffs as he helps me rearrange the chairs in the empty classroom that was designated for clubs and meetings. he had spent twenty minutes this morning before we left the attic trying to convince me to bail on the meeting so that we could have our weekly movie marathon. each time we would find each other in the halls between classes, he would flash his blue eyes at me and pout his lip as he sighed dramatically about how excited he had been for tonight.

and each time, i would level him with an easy smile and a quick kiss to the cheek as i promised that we would watch the movies after the meeting. the promise had been tiding him over and keeping him content, but now i can see him shifting nervously and his eyes are darting around the empty room as if he's checking exits.

the action makes me pause and lower the notebook i had made notes on. i haven't seen him resort to that behavior since right after we came back from eroda.

setting the notebook down in my chair, i cross the room to stand in front of him. he notices me and gives me a playful pout, but his eyes are still frantic as he looks around, "lass, are you sure we can't skip this meeting?"

i take the chair from his grasp and gesture for him to take a seat in it. he sighs, but sits regardless. crouching in front of him, i take his hand in mine as i stare into his eyes, "okay, love, what's really going on?"

he attempts to feign confusion, but i continue to stare up at him before he finally cracks, "i don't know, i just-"

"hey, y/n, me and evie decided to come early to see if you needed any help."

carlos's voice can be heard before he's seen and by the time he's entered the room, harry is standing again and offering his hand out to help me up as well. i shoot harry a concerned look, but he doesn't glance my way.

carlos and evie pay no attention to us as they help move the last few chairs into the semi-circle harry had made. before i can excuse us so that i can talk to harry, evie is updating me on the members who have been attending frequently and issues that have been discussed lately.

from the corner of my eye, i can see harry sit down in the chair that's to the right of mine as he begins to mindlessly spin his hook in his hand.

all too soon, the room begins to fill with people and i'm forced to greet them and make small talk. i barely manage to take my seat next to harry as dizzy passionately tells me about her classes and who her most recent clients have been at her hair salon that she's running in the back of evie's shop.

nodding along with the biggest smile that i can manage, i pray that i look interested enough to keep from hurting her feelings as my eyes cut over to harry. the hand that isn't holding his hook is shaking and the sight breaks my heart. with no hesitation, i reach my hand over and take his in mine. interlocking our fingers, i gently squeeze to give him some comfort.

the action seems to suffice for him as he squeezes back without looking up, but my brow is still creased with worry.

the room continues to fill up and there are less empty seats now, but the only thing i can focus on is the emptiness in harry's eyes as he rubs circles on the back of my hand. the action is soothing, but it feels like he's just reminding himself that i'm still there.

carlos claps suddenly and gathers everyone's attention. the low buzz of conversation comes to a stop and celia takes the hint to take her seat, but she promises to finish explaining how her tarot reading business is going.

i force a smile and nod as a response, but as carlos begins welcoming everyone, i glance at harry.

when he first showed hesitance at coming to the meeting, i had assumed it was a distaste for meetings in general or the cheesiness. at one point, i even assumed that he just didn't feel like sitting and pretending to be interested, but now i can see that this was genuinely affecting him.

i'm seconds from leaning in close to his ear to whisper that he could leave early if he wants to when carlos turns and gestures for me to stand.

"and for tonight's meeting, our discussions will be led by y/n!"

all attention is shifted to me and i feel harry slowly release my hand as i stand up. pulling my notebook up to my chest, i smile to greet everyone and clear my throat nervously.

"well, it's been a little while, but i'm happy to see everyone again. evie and carlos have been keeping me up to date on everything that's happened the past couple meetings and i think we're all overdue for a check-in session."

murmurs of agreement are passed around the circle and i take that as my sign to continue speaking, "to start, how about we all go in a circle and share something good that happened this week? it can be anything, big or small. just something that made you happy."

i nod at carlos, who sits to my left, and he takes the hint as he turns to the group and shares, "i went on a date with this girl that i've had a crush on for a while."

the group gasps and evie blurts, "how'd it go?"

carlos chuckles at the enthusiasm and shrugs with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "honestly, really good. she wants to go skip rocks together at the enchanted lake tomorrow because i told her that i never learned how."

evie awes and she's clearly about to continue questioning him when i speak, "that's great, carlos! evie, what's something good that happened to you this week?"

straightening up in her seat, she smiles brightly and announces, "i had a magazine reach out to me asking to do an article about what it's like to be a successful vk and any tips i have for others."

the group begins mumbling excitedly amongst themselves and i jot down a quick note in my journal to remember to ask which magazine and when it's coming out after the meeting.

we continue in the circle as everyone shares something. dizzy got a new pair of scissors, celia learned how to make beignets from nadia. even harry participated as he mumbled about passing his geography test yesterday, which is something that i had expected considering his insane amount of knowledge of maps from his father.

standing up, i nod and do my best to refrain from bouncing on my toes at all of the good news, "thank you to everyone for sharing. i can see a massive improvement from the last check-in session as you're all getting better at finding positives around you."

i glance down to my notebook and open my mouth to speak again when i'm cut off by the door bursting open.

everyone jumps in their seats, some scouring or patting their bodies for weapons that once were always strapped on them. harry's arm is pulling me back behind him before i can even register that he's standing.

uma is at the door, panting heavily as she huffs out, "sorry for... running late... debate team..."

no one is paying any attention to her words though.

one quick glance around the room tells me that the peaceful environment that carlos, evie, and i had worked so hard to create for the group is tainted. everyone is visibly shaken from the disturbance and my heart sinks to the floor at the sight of dizzy nervously braiding her hair or celia twisting her rings.

no one felt comfortable enough to share their vulnerabilities now that they had been thoroughly spooked.

frowning, i silence uma's apology with a quick glare and i nod at evie to pull her outside for a reminder on the policies of the group.

as they shuffle out the door quietly, i step from behind harry and place a reassuring hand on his arm as i speak up, "okay, i think for the next part we should break off into peace partners."

i watch as everyone glances around uncertainly and want to cry from how much progress was loss with the one breach of trust.

forcing a gentle smile, i continue, "it's been a while since we've done it so i'll re-explain how peace partners work. i want everyone to find at least one person to partner with. the groups should be no bigger than three."

i pause to give everyone a moment to glance around for potential partners before i continue speaking, "once you find a person, you go to a corner or find a spot to sit with them and i want you both to talk about things that you find most peaceful. it's no judgement, but if you don't feel comfortable doing that then it's okay to do breathing exercises with them or just sit in silence with them. okay? any questions?"

no one answers so i nod and announce for them to find their partners.

the room is a quiet buzz as everyone breaks into separate groups. i turn to partner with harry, but a hand on my shoulder stops me in my actions.

glancing back, i find uma waiting behind me and i barely contain my grimace of annoyance as i wait for her to speak first.

"hey, y/n, i'm sorry. i really wasn't thinking when i came running in here like that. i just didn't want to miss anything important in the meeting."

i look over her shoulder at evie, who is frowning and waiting to speak to me as well. with a quick nod, i gesture to carlos, "we're doing peace partners right now to calm everyone back down. you can partner up with carlos-"

"actually, i wanna partner with harry."

her words cause me to freeze in my place and a pit to form in my stomach. a subtle look back at harry shows that he isn't paying attention to the conversation as his blue eyes dart around the room. his face is locked into an unbothered expression, but i see through his façade.

"sorry, uma, but harry's my partner."

she frowns and argues, "he's your roommate. why can't he partner with someone else?"

the logic is sound, but i don't like the way she keeps looking back over at harry so i force myself to sound as detached as possible as i ask, "why can't you partner with carlos?"

shrugging a shoulder, uma reasons, "i want to hear about how harry's doing since he left the isle."

typically, i would agree that it's a good idea. i would smile and encourage for them to support each other and reminisce over their shared childhoods. i would let them huddle together in a corner of the room and whisper about their experiences.

but i remember how uma's rejection had hurt harry despite him never confessing that. i remember how she left him completely alone to adjust to his new surroundings. he was counting on her being there for him and she left him. deep down, i know it was for the better so she wouldn't be tempted to fall back into old habits, but part of me knows that she was strong enough to fight those temptations.

part of me knows that she chose to leave him and now that she can see improvements in his behavior, she wants to come back.

gritting my teeth, i step closer so harry can't hear me as i whisper, "uma, stop it. you're not being fair to him."

she arches a brow and shifts her feet as she asserts, "you're the one who's hiding him from everyone else. i was there for him on the isle while you were eating off a silver spoon. you don't know what fair is, y/n."

part of me is shocked that she's arguing over this, but i also knew deep down that she had a purpose behind trying to partner with harry and i refuse to let it happen.

staring into her brown eyes, i tilt my head up at her and hissed, "yeah, but i'm the one who was here for him when he came from the isle. you're the one who blew him off and acted like you were above associating with him. so i'm sorry, but i think i have a pretty good idea of what fair is."

uma blinks in surprise at the anger in my tone and the defensive stance i hold. she opens and closes her mouth for a few seconds, but i don't let her respond as i nod at carlos once more.

"carlos is your peace partner. go take a seat, uma."

with that, i turn on my heel and call harry's name. when his eyes stop darting around and land on me, i let myself smile at him and gesture towards the door, "let's go outside. there will be more space and it'll be quieter, captain."

admittedly, it was a little petty of me to emphasize his nickname, but seeing uma roll her eyes as she listens to carlos talk about his week was worth it.

harry's footsteps trail behind me and i shut the door behind us quietly once we've both entered the hallway. letting out a small sigh, my shoulders relax slowly and i rest my head against the door temporarily.

when i turn around to face harry, i can see the barely contained grin on his face as he stares at his boots. i breathe a small laugh and shake my head, "what are you smiling about over there?"

he lifts his head and his blue eyes are swimming with so many emotions that i can't decipher any of it as he shrugs, "i think it's cute that ye got possessive in there."

scoffing, i glance over my shoulder to check on the group and to hopefully distract harry from the warmth in my cheeks at his words.

“i wasn’t possessive. i just called dibs on being your partner and didn’t feel like sharing with someone who doesn’t deserve to be a part of your peace.”

harry hums and nods along with a teasing smile etched on his features. he steps closer to me and if i wasn’t already leaning against a doorframe, i would’ve been tempted to take a step back. i stare up at him and hold eye contact in an attempt to feign normalcy, despite the way it feels like my heart is trying to break free from my chest.

when harry lets his hook fall to the ground to gently cup my cheeks in his hands, i know that if my heart were to leave my body, i would give it to him.

i would place it in his hands and i know that it would be safe with him.

when harry places a small kiss to the top of my head, i realize that in some ways, i’ve already given it to him.

“i’m glad ye know how i feel.”

furrowing my brows, i tilt my head and wait for his explanation.

harry seems to hesitate, but he sighs and confesses, “between yer classes and kingdom and clubs, it just feels like sometimes i’m sharing ye with half the world.”

his words hit me in the chest and i frown, but he hurriedly continues to speak, “and that’s fine usually. i love seeing how happy ye get when ye accomplish something or watching ye be naturally good at leading yer kingdom.”

harry pauses and his thumb rubs small circles over my cheeks as his jaw clenches, “it’s just… sometimes i can see how stressed ye get and ye never do anything for yerself. that’s why i enjoy our movie nights because it’s one of the few times ye look calm.”

the quiet buzz of the meeting is gone and i feel waves of guilt wash across me as i stare into his blue eyes, thinking about how he had been acting all day.

“that’s why you didn’t want to come to the meeting?”

he gives me a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he jokes, “well, i mean, i mostly didn’t wanna come because ye said there wasn’t going to be snacks.”

when i don’t laugh at his attempt to distract me, he sighs before pressing our foreheads together. his hands fall from my cheeks and move to pull me closer by my waist. once he was satisfied with how close we were, he pulled back enough to make eye contact.

“lass, stop doing that.”

lips twitching down into a frown, i desperately wish that we weren’t making eye contact as it feels like his eyes are staring into my soul.

it’s a look i had grown used to while growing up in a royal position. to have my morals and thoughts pulled from my chest and laid out for strangers to pick apart mercilessly. before i met harry, my skin had thickened and my tongue was raw from how often i bit it to control the words i wished to say.

now that i’ve spent so long with him, everything’s shifted.

harry has let me move at my own pace. i have reached within and shown him the parts of me that i had managed to hide from everyone. the magnifying glass that once was terrified me as others held it up to my imperfections now felt like a telescope. harry looks at me in a similar fashion to how he looked at the stars when we were on the dock in eroda.

his blue eyes stare upon me as though he admired me. as though i was out of his reach.

“y/n, ever since the day i met ye, i’ve watched ye bend over backwards and run yerself to yer breaking point to take care of everyone around ye.”

my cheeks are warm at his words and i open my mouth to dismiss the notion, but he speaks before i can.

“how long has it been since ye let someone care for ya?”

the question has my breath catching in my throat. i blink and i’m trying to find an answer as quickly as possible, but the harder i try, the less answers i find.

harry’s smile is bittersweet as he gently squeezes my hips and kisses the tip of my nose. i close my eyes and let out a shaky breath, resting my head against his chest and letting the smell of his cologne soothe me.

“let me.”

he doesn’t need to say more for me to understand, but he begs regardless.

“lass, you’ve done so much for me and, despite how much of a bully ye were at first,” he’s momentarily cut off as i push his shoulder jokingly, “i’ve never felt like someone was there for me until i met ye. i’m not perfect and i’m not as good at this as ye are, but i promise i’ll do my best for ye if you just let me.”

my mouth feels dry and my hands shake at the sincerity in his eyes. as my heart hammers against my chest, i process the reality of his words.

i have spent my whole life focused on finding a purpose and unconsciously shutting out anyone’s attempt at getting closer to me. i’ve spent my life working to earn the love and to know that it’s something that i’ve come to deserve. and now that harry’s seen that and chosen to still offer me it without needing the confirmation that i believed to be essential, i still can’t find it within myself to accept it.

forcing a smile to my face, i joke, “if i didn’t know any better, i would think you were asking to be my boyfriend.”

“oh lass, i plan on doing that somewhere much better than this hallway.”

the squeak that escapes me makes my face heat up and my eyes widen in embarrassment from the noise. my hand covers my mouth as fast as possible and i half-expect harry to laugh, but his face remains serious aside from the corner of his lip tilted up in amusement.

shoving his shoulder, i roll my eyes and turn back to look through the door once more, “not funny, harry.”

he shrugs and steps back whilst crossing his arms over his chest, “not a joke, y/n.”

i freeze and close my eyes to enjoy the feeling that flutters through my chest. it’s rare for me to be able to just enjoy simple moments, but it’s been happening more and more often ever since harry had strolled into my life with his mischievous grin and twinkling blue eyes.

a smile pulls my lips up before i can stop it as i face him and poke his chest teasingly, “keep that energy when i’m in the middle of coronation preparations in a couple months and am a menace to be around.”

harry chuckles and shakes his head, “if its anything like ye studying for yer midterms, i’ll just wear a helmet for when i piss ye off and ye throw a book at me to shut me up.”

throwing my head back to laugh at the memory, i remind him, “to be fair, you decided to sing sea shanties for an hour straight while i studied.”

squinting his eyes at me, he leans in, “ye know ye loved it, lass.”

sticking my tongue out at him, i’m struggling to answer him when suddenly the door opens and carlos is poking his head out.

“y/n, you’re my best friend and i would die for you, but i refuse to sit in here and listen to uma rant about the weather.”

harry snorts beside me and i instantly whack the side of his arm to quiet him as i smile apologetically at carlos.

“sorry, i lost track of time, carlos. we’ll be right in there.”

at my words, i can see harry sigh to himself and the conversation that we had when we first left the room comes rushing back to me. guilt curls in my veins and i’m speaking before i’ve fully processed my words.

“actually, carlos, i feel a little overwhelmed with everything that’s been going on and i know i volunteered to lead the meeting, but would it be okay if you closed it out for me? i would feel a lot better if me and harry just went back to our room and had some more peace time.”

at this, carlos looks slightly shocked, but he conceals it quickly. i can see the concern in his eyes because i’ve never backed down from a task that i’ve signed up for before, no matter the circumstances.

carlos glances over my shoulder at harry and they share a look that i don’t understand before carlos nods to me. he gives me a reassuring smile and pats my back, “yeah, don’t even worry ‘bout it. i told you i’d do anything for you, especially if it means getting away from uma sooner.”

he gives me another nod before leaving me and harry standing alone in the hallway.

i turn to face harry and find him staring down at me with a giant grin. his excitement is contagious and my face hurts from the smile that covers my face.

rocking back and forth on my heels, i bite my bottom lip and wiggle my eyebrows, “well, captain, i do believe you owe me a movie marathon?”

nodding his head with a serious expression, he heaves a loud sigh, “aye, i believe i do.”

we sit in silence for a moment before i shove him backwards and call over my shoulder as i sprint down the hallway, “RACE YOU THERE.”

his laughter echoes down the hall, forming a harmony with my own giggles and our footsteps as we run through the halls and up the stairs. at certain points, i was sure that harry’s athleticism or long limbs would allow him to pass me, but by some miracle, i stayed in the lead.

when we finally burst through the door to the attic and collapsed on the nearest bed in a wheezing mess, i gather my breath and huff out, “i… win.”

harry doesn’t even lift his head to look at me as he airily laughs and waves me off, “this time.”

movie marathon night progresses as normal. i find himself in one of harry’s shirts that isn’t ripped and laying in his bed as we watch some action movie that he picked. the small television at the end of the bed provides the only light in the room. my head is resting on harry’s chest as his hand combs through my hair gently.

my body feels more relaxed in this moment than it has in years. the quiet thudding of harry’s heart is like a lullaby for me and my eyes keep slipping closed temporarily before i jerk myself awake to further enjoy the moment with him.

the movie is close to ending now. a quick glance up to harry tells me that he hasn’t been paying attention for a majority of it. his eyes are locked on me and he smiles when i make eye contact with him.

rolling my eyes, i shift upwards on the bed to lay my head on the pillow so we’re laying directly next to each other. the subtle glow of the tv illuminates his face enough that i can barely make out his features.

in this quiet, relaxed environment, i feel safe to ask the questions that have plagued my thoughts.

“harry, where are you gonna go when summer starts?”

he blinks in surprise at the question, but doesn’t hesitate to answer, “wherever ye go probably.”

shifting my eyes back to the tv, i hope it’s too dark for him to see the grin that’s overtaken my face.

“no, i’m being serious. like, where would you want to go?”

this time, he takes a moment to think over his answer before he finally confesses, “i really liked the pub back in yer kingdom. if ye didn’t let me follow ye around, i’d probably go there for a while. why, lass? already trying to get rid of me?”

his voice is teasing, but i can hear some underlying worry so i firmly shake my head, “no, you’re not lucky enough to be free of me yet.”

i don’t need to look at him to know that he’s smiling at that moment.

“but to answer your question, i don’t know. i was just thinking about how i still haven’t found my story and was trying to see if you’ve found yours.”

harry doesn’t answer me and when i glance over at him, i find him already looking at me.

from there, we carry on different conversations as the credits roll on the screen until we’re both lulled into sleep by the quiet static coming from the tv speakers at the end of the movie.

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chasing the ocean: part 15

warnings: cursing, cute shit, it gets a lil intense towards the end but nothing too crazy. i hope this lives up to expectations bc i have reread it like 80 times to make sure it makes sense (if it sucks or something seems wrong please let me know and ill edit it and we can all act like it never happened)

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after what felt like ages of listening to the whispered rumors, it all abruptly stopped one day. at first, it was startling to be able to walk into a room with harry and not hear the immediate shuffling and jumbled words. but, as i got used to it, i revelled in the fact that i could spend more time with harry.

in classes, we sat next to each other and walked through the halls together to keep each other company. each time harry would kiss my head in the halls before we went to separate classes, it felt like my body exploded into fireworks at the joy of having something so simple without having to hear the quiet roar of rumors begin to swirl again. of course, not all of our classmates dropped the topic.

“seriously, y/n, i don’t understand how hard it is for you to just admit that you’re dating him.”

evie absolutely hated the uncertainty of us not being ‘official’ in her opinion. she took our shared glances and inside jokes as enough confirmation even though we never had any public affection.

i roll my eyes and take a bite out of my sandwich instead of responding. this was a conversation that we have had countless times and no matter how many times i attempt to explain it, evie just gets too excited on behalf of harry and i. her love of romance has her analyzing every interaction between us and encouraging us to do every cliche that she can think of.

ooh, we should all go on a double date! i’m sure doug and harry would get along great!

oh my god, there’s a party coming up soon and harry can be your date to it!

y/n, i know that you’re not the most well-versed in boys, but i’m sure harry would love it if you wore his jacket to class one day.

her advice was always with the best intentions, but it was getting on my last nerve.

even now at lunch, she is trying to flag harry down to come sit with us and carlos at our bench. despite how much i would enjoy having him here, i already know that harry gets even more annoyed by evie’s ‘matchmaking’ than i do.

so, when he intentionally overlooks her flailing arms and pretends to not hear her screeching his name, i smile to myself and almost sigh in relief when carlos interrupts her.

“no offense, evie and y/n, but i was planning on getting jane to come eat with us so there wouldn’t be space for harry.”

evie lights up at the idea of another new couple being in her presence and she quickly abandons her mission of getting information out of me and harry.

as she tugs on carlos’s arm in excitement and begins chirping about how cute they are together, i catch his eyes across the table and mouth a quick thank you. he raises his eyebrows and forces a smile, a silent way of him letting me know that i owe him for this.

i finish my lunch as jane finally walks up, apologizing for being late. carlos props his head up with his hand and as he watches her speak, there are practically stars in his eyes.

evie barely notices this as she pulls jane to sit and they fall into a conversation about their breaks and upcoming tests.

despite going unnoticed as i stand up, i still turn to carlos and smile, “imma throw away my trash and then go to my next class early. i have some questions about the project in history class and it’s impossible to get a straight answer in class without my teacher going on a rant about the ‘good ole days’.”

carlos winces in sympathy and guesses, “you got dr. merlin as a history teacher?”

i nod and he chuckles while shaking his head, “good luck, y/n, i heard he’s the hardest teacher in the school.”

groaning, i pull myself out of my seat and whine, “carlos, that is not the motivation i need right now.”

i can hear him laughing as i walk away so i flip him off over my shoulder, which only causes him to laugh louder.

glancing over my shoulder to stick my tongue out, i gasp as i accidentally walk straight into another person.

i'm seconds from apologizing profusely until i hear a grumbled, "fucking watch where you're going."

rolling my eyes, i'm pushing myself up from the ground when suddenly i feel hands gently pulling me to my feet.

harry's blue eyes are intensely looking me up and down as he looks for any injuries, his brow furrowed in concentration. i quickly cross my arms to subtly cover my scuffed up elbows. he catches the movement and is about to pull my arm to check how bad it is when the voice speaks up again.

"people these days have no respect for royalty."

harry's eyes darken instantly so i speak before he can get himself in trouble, "chad, maybe if you weren't always so busy looking at your reflection then you would've seen me walking by."

chad seems to finally realize who he was dealing with as he pushes himself to his feet at the sound of my voice. frantically brushing off his clothes, he finally looks up at me with the smile that has most of the girls falling over themselves.

"oh, hey y/n. didn't see you there."

i nod my head and sarcastically retort, "no shit, chad."

with that, i'm pulling on harry's arm to get him away from chad so that maybe he'll stop giving the idiot a death glare. my actions are halted by chad calling out to me.

"i'm sorry i couldn't come to your ball thing! i know i was supposed to be your date, but you know how the royal life is."

squeezing my eyes shut, i fight the temptation to turn around to say something that would surely get me in trouble, but thankfully, harry beats me to it.

"oi! i'm not sure who ye think ye are, but trust me when i say, she did not want a scroungy lil thing like yerself as her date."

the venom in his voice would be enough to send chills down my spine if i didn't know of the sweet words that he whispers to me every night or how delicately he holds me after i finish studying. people begin to turn and stare so i begin pulling his arm even harder and whispering, "harry, stop. please."

he nods reluctantly and we're seconds from walking away until chad laughs loudly.

"i'm sure she didn't want a villain as her date either."

harry turns, but i'm already marching back over to chad before he can take a step. before anyone can stop me, i stab my finger into chad's chest passionately, eyes ablaze with fury.

chad leans back in an attempt to escape my rampage, but i'm still inches from his face as i hiss at him, "i fucking dare you to try to speak on behalf of me like that again, chad. i won't hesitate in ceasing all trades with your kingdom."

chad opens his mouth, to probably spout out insincere apologies, but i'm not done.

"also since you're so invested in who i would choose as my date for the ball, harry was my date."

chad's eyes are wide with fear and shock as he sputters, "wait, you went with a- with a villain?"

i didn't realize that i had slapped him until i felt my hand stinging as he doubled over holding his cheek. when he stood up straight again with a clear, red outline of my hand, i felt a bitter-sweet sense of joy.

until i heard fairy godmother screeching my name.

wincing, i glance over in her direction to see her hurriedly rushing across the grass to us with ben and mal quickly following.

once she's close enough to be heard, she's sternly calling out, "chad, harold, what is the mean of this? why am i hearing talk of a fight?"

annoyance blossoms in my chest again at her assumption and i grit my teeth as i correct her, "harry wasn't involved. it was me."

she glances between where i'm stood and chad's cheek in bewilderment. ben's brows are furrowed deeply as he asks, "what happened to cause this, y/n? this isn't like you."

i roll my eyes and glare at chad, "it's not like me until someone wants to be an asshole to harry and call him a villain for no reason."

mal narrows her eyes and steps forward, ben's arm shooting out to keep her calm as she snaps, "he did what?"

harry sighs and pulls me further away from chad and rubs my shoulders soothingly. his voice is strained, as if he's holding back from saying what he wants to as he speaks to fairy godmother, "it was all just a big misunderstanding-"

mal and i both cut him off instantly and i'm struggling to pull away from harry as i point at chad again, "chad and i bumped into each other and he started to be an ass about it. harry was helping me up when chad made a comment about how he thinks a villain would never be my date to a ball."

mal turns on her heel, clearly upset about this as well. it's been months of having vk's integrated into auradon and chad has consistently shown no progression in accepting vk's or unlearning his biases. ben shakes his head at mal, but his jaw is clenched as well.

fairy godmother, clearly overwhelmed, finally speaks up, "well, chad, we will have to send you back to your vk acceptance course so we can work on adjusting your behavior. and y/n, it is completely out of line for you to have slapped him-"

"and i'll do it again because clearly that course hasn't done shit."

fairy godmother calls my name, her face morphed into more shock at hearing me curse instead of hearing a student bullying another student. harry tries to calm me again, his arms wrapping around my waist as i try to lunge towards chad.

"how fucking hard is it to be a decent human being? how can you think that you deserve to rule if you're intentionally disrespecting other people's existence because of where they were raised? who do you fucking think you are, chad?"

harry is desperately holding me back and carlos, having heard me screaming and seeing the circle that had formed, stands between chad and i as well. ben turns to harry, concern etched all over his face as he points out, "wait, y/n, your elbows are bleeding."

stilling in harry's arms, i finally slow down enough and remember the stinging i had felt when i fell down earlier. glancing down, i see two gashes on my right elbow and a few small scrapes on my left elbow.

before i can fully process what's happening, harry has me lifted over his shoulder and he's walking towards the school. when fairy godmother calls out to stop him, he yells, "put me in detention later, i'm taking her to the nurse's office now."

he doesn't wait for a response, clearly relying on carlos, ben, and mal to cover for him. i patiently wait for him to put me down, but he continues to carry me as we enter the castle. before he reaches the stairwell, i finally speak up and my voice is sheepish, "harry, love, i'm feeling a little lightheaded from being upside down."

within seconds, harry adjusts his hold so that i'm now being carried bridal-style up the stairs. opening my mouth, i begin to protest before i see how hard harry is clenching his jaw and i know it would be useless. resting my head on his chest, i try to forget about the events that had just occurred.

my brain is filled with a million thoughts as i wonder if i had accidentally crossed a boundary by publicly telling everyone he was my date and making such a scene out of it. i know that his reputation and the respect it brings still means a lot to him and i can only hope that i didn't damage that by speaking up earlier.

i'm shaken out of my thoughts as he passes the nurse's office and continues to another stairwell, one that leads to the attic.

i glance up to harry, but he is intensely focused as he climbs the stairs. his long legs carry us faster than i anticipated as he quickly arrives at our door and he is pulling us inside and towards the bathroom.

setting me down on the counter delicately, he spins around and finds the first-aid kit in one of the shelves. i watch as he silently digs through the objects and finds the alcohol and a rag. he soaks the rag before gently taking hold of my arm. his eyes watch my face as he slowly presses it to the deeper gashes on my elbow first.

i accidentally hiss at the cold, stinging sensation and harry instantly lifts the rag. he presses a kiss to my shoulder and mumbles an apology. i shake my head and encourage him, "no, it's fine. i just didn't think it would be that cold."

he nods and continues, stopping to press a kiss on random parts of me each time i showed any sign of discomfort or pain. when he grabs the gauze to wrap my arms, i finally break the silence that had fallen over us.

"i'm sorry, by the way."

harry's eyes dart up to mine in confusion for a second before returning to focus on wrapping my arm, "for what, darlin'?"

shrugging a shoulder, i avert my eyes to stare at my shoes as i shakily breathe out, "for telling everyone about you being my date to the ball."

harry freezes completely and i can see him intently staring at me out of the corner of my eyes. he quickly swipes his tongue across his bottom lip and his voice is a low grumble as he asks, "why are ye sorry for that, y/n?"

hearing him use my actual name instead of one of his many petnames that he uses scares me. my heart jumps into my throat and i finally look up to see him avoiding eye contact. he anxiously fiddles with the roll of gauze and i feel even more uncertain about my actions now.

"i mean, i just know that your reputation matters to you and i don't know... i guess i just figured that me making a big scene ruined that so i'm sorry."

silence.

tears are brimming in my eyes as the silence leaves me with my thoughts. without checking for his reaction, i slide off of the bathroom counter and attempt to leave to save myself from further embarrassment or getting my feelings hurt.

but i barely have taken a step before i'm lifted off of my feet and back onto the counter. harry lifts my head with a finger and i'm suddenly staring into his brilliant blue eyes.

"ye know that ye didn't have to defend me, right?"

i furrow my eyebrows and stare at him, but he's avoiding my eyes as he fiddles with the roll. he tries to smoothly continue, but i stop him quickly.

"harry, i'm not going to let anyone speak to you like that."

i wait for him to look up, but his eyes stay locked on his hands. his voice is quiet and he speaks in a tone that i've never heard from him before as he sighs, "not everyone is going to be a fan of me, lass, and it'll be okay."

he moves to wrap my arms, but i pull back, which finally catches his attention and causes him to look me in the face. i frown at the look i see in his eyes. the emptiness, loneliness, and fear.

cupping his cheeks, i press our foreheads together and sigh, "i don't care what other people think, harry. what if chad had said something about me instead?"

"he would've gotten worse than a slap."

i throw my head back as i laugh at how grave his tone became, but deep down, i'm fully aware that chad would've been in much worse condition if he had actually been mean to me.

tracing the tattoo on harry's arm, i smile at him warmly, "these tattoos aren't for nothing, harry. it means i've got your back and i know you've got mine."

finally, a small smile pulls up the corner of his lips and he nods before wordlessly continuing to patch me up. i sit in the silence and enjoy the occasional kisses i receive, but i randomly realize something.

"hey harry, why didn't we go to the nurse's office?"

he looks up at incredulously, his blue eyes wide with disbelief as he scoffs, "i don't trust them fairies with me princess's well-being."

i giggle and raise an eyebrow, "your princess?"

harry's cheeks slowly turn pink, but he still nods and smirks at me cheekily, "aye, ye are my princess, right?"

i scrunch my nose before teasingly correcting him, "i prefer being your lass, but i guess i can manage being your princess since you're my captain."

he mimics my scrunched nose and his cheeks a deep red now as he quietly mumbles, "i prefer being yer love."

smiling widely, i throw my arms around him excitedly as i gasp, "wait, you liked it when i called you that?"

he tries his hardest to ignore me as he attempts to wrap my elbows, but i quickly begin waving my arms to get an answer.

grabbing my arms and pinning them against the cold mirror behind me, he leans in so that his lips are ghosting over mine. it's my turn to feel my cheeks heat up as he whispers, "i can't think of anything i wouldn't do just to get you to call me that again, lass."

my heart thrums in my chest and i arch my back, either to get away from the cold of the mirror or to get closer to harry. looking up into harry's eyes, i feel breathless as i respond, "then kiss me, love."

his lips are on mine before i can finish speaking. i wrap my arms around his neck and his hands are cupping my face in a way that makes me feel more adored than any crowd or ball has managed to.

when we pull apart and breathlessly hold each other close, he grins and murmurs, "say it again."

a smile takes over my lips and i watch his face closely as i happily answer, "anything for you, love."

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STOPPPPP you're so sweet bye im crying you ain't gotta hype it like that when it started out so shitty

Shuffle au clip - first kiss

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“(y/n)!” you looked up, eyes sparkling as Harry ran towards you, his eyes wide with relief and tears.

“Harry!” you gasped, your breath getting stuck in your throat as Harry slammed into you. “fuck-cant-breathe!” Harry pulled back, and you tried to speak only to have a set of soft plush lips against yours. Your eyes widened then closed, tossing your arms around Harry’s neck as he pulled you into him, hugging you so tightly you might as well just stay forever.

 His lips are wet with tears, his breath near sobbing as he kisses you with a passion that said a thousand words he was too scared to say before, lips moving desperately to tell you how he felt; how much he loved you and how much you scared him when he learned you had left with Mal to the isle. He kissed you hard, pushing all his feelings into it as you tangled your hands into his hair and kissed back just as he did.

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kiss inspired by part 13 of chasing the ocean by @findmeontheisle​ (go fukin read it its so good and cute AND ITS SLOW BURN BBY)

@sephiralorange​ my girl i know ur gonna fuckin scream over this

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chasing the ocean: part 14

author’s note: okay i’m not even gonna bother lying, i lowkey was giving up on this fic again but as always, i logged in to this account with the intention of deleting it and stopped myself when i saw how many people were still finding this series or coming back to read it again and i just pushed myself to finish this draft. i have no clue when or if there’s gonna be a next part, but i promise to not delete this series.

warnings: curse words (yall know the drill), rumors

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weeks crawl by and slowly, my frustration with the rumors builds.

after the first few days back at auradon, harry and i decided to not be extremely public about our feelings. it's not that either of us were ashamed or embarrassed, we just didn't want to answer the questions that would inevitably follow. there was no way that we could have known that this option would've been so much worse.

it started with some of the other royals mentioning that they saw harry at the erodan ball. i should've known from their hushed tones and how their eyes sparkled with an intense curiosity that there were underlying questions laced into it. so, i just shrugged and confessed that harry spent the break at the castle with me and my parents so of course he was invited to the festival and ball.

from there, people took note of how harry wasn't acting quite the same anymore. his brooding nature never changed, but he wasn't pushing his way through crowds or threatening people with his hook. the cherry on top was when one of the vk's mentioned that they hadn't seen him flirting with anyone at lunch or in the halls in a while.

when i first got wind of that rumor, it peaked my interest as well. i tried to remain as nonchalant and pretend to be oblivious to the stares that harry and i received everywhere we went even if we were separated. but i found my gaze wandering until i could catch sight of harry at lunch daily. and that rumor was true.

in his time at auradon, harry had flirted with practically everyone in the school. no one was safe from his mischievous blue eyes or his raspy charm. but for a week and a half, he kept to himself in the best way that harry hook could manage.

girls still flocked around him frequently, but he always just maintained enough interest in the conversations to not visibly look like an asshole until they would give up and sulk away. each time, he would sigh in relief to find some reprieve from them and then his eyes would trail around the open lawn where everyone ate until our gazes met. my cheeks would instantly turn red and i would roll my eyes after he would send me a wink.

but now...

now, everywhere i go, people are staring and whispering as if i'm completely unaware.

i bet they're hooking up.

really? i heard that he's stringing her along for her money.

aubrey told me that he's still talking to like four other girls, but y/n thinks that she's the only one.

oh my god, that's so embarrassing. who's gonna tell her?

gritting my teeth, i adjust the strap of my backpack and duck my head down as i continue the walk to the attic. just as i'm approaching the door to the stairwell, i feel a tap on my shoulder.

when i turn on my heel to find evie, it takes everything in my to not let out an exasperated sigh because despite how much i love evie, she loves to gossip and i mentally cannot handle any more of that right now.

"hey y/n, i've been hearing a bunch of rumors going around the past few days-"

the look on my face is enough to have her pause midsentence, but she offers a small smile and meekly finishes, "and i just wanted you to know that if you need someone to rant to about it, i'm here."

mustering up the energy, i smile weakly at her before shrugging a shoulder, "thanks evie, that means a lot, but maybe another time. i'm just really tired from classes and dealing with all of that so i'm boutta go nap for a while."

she nods understandingly and as i open the door, she casually reminds me about some upcoming assignments in our shared classes. i thank her again and make the trek up the stairs to the attic.

shutting the wooden door behind me, i groan in relief at the sight of the safe space i've formed with harry in the attic. our walls have a combination of art from both of us and harry's slowly began to leave some of his personal valuables out on display. most of it is just vintage-looking pirate tools, but on his bedside table, i've noticed some pictures with worn edges. out of respect for his privacy, i haven't taken a closer look, but i have a general idea of what could be in the pictures.

tossing my backpack on the ground next to my desk, i kick off my shoes and pull off my jacket before finally falling onto my bed peacefully.

the sun has yet to even begin to set, but my eyes still droop with exhaustion. pulling myself up further onto my bed, i curl up and rest my head on my pillow. the warmth of the sun streaming in and the softness of my blankets have me sighing contently and letting my eyes close peacefully.

but i quickly realize i can't sleep.

my thoughts are still racing from all of the stress from the past few days and the rare moment of silence feels deafening. my first few years at auradon were spent basking in the glorious retreat into the attic due to the seclusion and peace i found from it. but in the past few months, i had grown used to hearing harry spray paint the walls or whistle a little tune or play the ocean noises i once couldn't stand.

an idea struck me and i was lifting myself from my bed before i could consider it further. my eyes find the device in seconds, already knowing it's location from the nights of listening to it softly play.

the speaker that i had gifted him was resting on the chest at the end of his bed, the nob turned down significantly from what it would've been when he first arrived. harry and i had come to an agreement to still have the ocean noises through the night as long as it was a background noise and not rattling the ear drums of anyone in a mile radius.

i pick it up before glancing all around, as if the miscellaneous objects that harry and i filled the room with were watching me.

hitting the power button, i hear the quiet roar of the waves hitting land and smile to myself. i set it back in its rightful spot and then without a second thought as to why, i grab harry's blanket and carry it to my bed.

laying down with the blanket pulled over my shoulders, i inhale deeply and for a moment, it's as if harry is laying right next to me. his unmistakable scent surrounding my senses. my eyes close and the waves make me think of the nights that we've spent under the stars together.

i feel myself drifting off into a peaceful sleep as a smile slowly pulls my lips up.

harry's pov

"hey hook, i got a question for you."

my jaw ticks and i feel my face sink further into a grimace. i barely refrain from continuing my walk towards the attic, but i slow my pace enough for carlos to catch up.

his cheeks are flushed and he's breathing heavily from the short run. i don't let him notice the amusement in my eyes at his lack of athleticism as i stare straight ahead and grumble, "better make it count, carlos. i'm not in the mood for an interrogation."

that was the most truthful thing i've said all day.

everywhere i've gone, i'm followed by stares and whispers, but the worst part were the few that were bold enough to ask questions. the range of conspiracies on why me and y/n were seemingly getting along now honestly shocked me. i had been asked if i'm getting paid or if i'm stealing from her or if i'm planning on overthrowing eroda. the questions never stopped and i would simply be left glaring at them as i wordlessly pull my hook from my belt loop. that was enough of an answer for most of them.

but as carlos comes to a stop in front of me, i get the feeling that i won't escape this as easily.

carlos smiles brightly and shrugs, “you and i both know you won’t do anything.”

stepping closer, i instinctively grab my hook and my voice drops into a low rumble as i argue, “unlike ye, my bite is much worse than my bark, deville.”

the smile stays prominent on his stupid face as he replies, “yeah, but y/n would not be happy about that.”

i don’t even process myself moving until i hear the thud of carlos’s back hitting the wall, my fingers tangled in his shirt as i hold him slightly off the ground.

“don’t ye dare bring her into this.”

to give carlos credit, he didn’t even flinch, which is impressive considering how well i remember him shaking and cowering back on the aisle.

carlos rolls his eyes at me and snaps, “she’s what i was gonna ask you about, dipshit. now, put me down before someone sees and snitches to her.”

narrowing my eyes, i glare deeply at him before slowly lowering him to the ground. bringing my hands back to my sides, i nod at him to continue, but i don’t back away or break from my stance towering over him.

he takes a moment to straighten his clothes before he stares up at me and there is no anger or amusement or any of those feelings in his brown eyes. just curiosity. carlos keeps his voice quiet, despite us being the only people in the hallway currently.

“what are you trying to do, harry?”

the question catches me off guard, but i don’t let it show as i force a chuckle and sarcastically snap, “well, carlos, i was trying to go to my room to avoid annoying people, but instead i got stopped by one of them and asked a dumb question.”

i turn on my heel to storm off, but his hand catches my arm and this time, his voice is more stern as he asks, “no, harry, i meant what are you trying to do with y/n?”

groaning, i throw my arms in the air in disbelief and huff, “of course ye believe the fucking rumors.”

everything in me wants to walk away right now. to just drop this stupid conversation that i should’ve avoided and go back to the attic. maybe i could paint or shine my hook. maybe i could lay on y/n’s bed and just listen to her hum as she does homework.

but then some small part of me thought about the idea of her hearing the same rumors that i have. that i’ve been using her or have some ulterior motive or am just playing with her feelings. the thought then plants an imaginary picture in my mind of her forcing a smile to look unaffected even though her eyes get duller with each rumor. for every conspiracy, her lip trembles and she turns away so no one can see how much those words hurt her.

and that’s enough for me to shake my head and grit my teeth as i growl, “listen. i’ve done some shitty things in the past and i’ve hurt people before. my reputation is practically me shadow from how much it’s gonna follow me for the rest of my life. i’ve accepted that.”

carlos stares up at me with wide eyes filled with fear and slight awe, but i pay him no attention. my voice is getting louder as i get angrier, flashes of all the times that i overheard the whispers in the halls.

“ye can say anything you want about me and it won’t bother me. but the second, ye bring her into the rumors… i’ll drag ye off the plank and into davy jones’s locker me self.”

my accent is thicker now and my chest is heaving as i rant, but i’m not quite done as i level carlos with a glare and snarl at him, “i’ve done terrible things, but i plan on being the best i can be when i’m with her. so ye can take that and go tell everybody that they can keep her name outta their mouths. if i catch wind of one more rumor that involves her, imma handle things the way i did on the isle.”

taking a step back, my throat feels raw and that’s when i realized that i had been yelling. i roll my shoulders to try to loosen my stance and i feel an ache in my jaw from how hard i had been clenching my teeth.

walking away, i hear carlos call my name once more. i stop, but don’t give him the satisfaction of me turning back to face him. my hand rests on my hook and for a moment, i wonder if y/n would forgive me for using it on one of her friends.

“thank you, harry.”

my shoulders stiffen again and i feel like a statue from my incapability to move. for a moment, i wonder if i imagined the words coming out of his mouth, but then he speaks again.

“she hasn’t been talking to any of us at lunch, but we can all tell the rumors are getting to her…. so, thank you.”

clicking my tongue, i don’t give him any acknowledgment to what he said and continue to walk away.

but by the time i’ve reached the attic, his words are swirling in my brain. i had noticed that at lunch she didn’t look as engaged as she typically did, but i had chalked that up to her being stressed about her history class again. but now all of her quiet sighs and moments of zoning out while we were on walks, they all made more sense.

i push the door open and frown at the wave noises that feel out of place when there’s still daylight, until i catch sight of her napping.

she was curled underneath a blanket that had been given to me a few days before i was transferred off of the isle. it was one of my few possessions that i didn’t steal or have to scavenge for. and now, as she sleeps with a distant smile and the material of the blanket tucked against her face, i would happily let her keep it for the rest of eternity.

i shut the door as quietly as possible and begin to tip toe towards my bed, cringing when i accidentally step on the creakiest board i’ve ever encountered in my life.

humming sleepily, y/n lifts her head and rubs her eyes with the back of a hand as she mumbles, “hey harry?”

sighing in disappointment at myself for waking her, i smile at how adorable she is with her eyes half-closed and her hair all messed up.

“yes, darlin’?”

she smiles vaguely at the nickname and then her hand lightly taps on the space of the bed next to her.

it’s an invitation that i simply can’t pass up on so i hurriedly pull off my boots before slowly sliding onto the bed next to her. wordlessly, she pulls the blanket up to partially cover me as well and then she curls into my side. her head rests on my arm and i swear i feel part of my heart melt as she happily sighs, her entire body relaxing against me.

she quickly drifts back off into her nap, but i feel my brain still lingering on the conversation i had with carlos. and as i gently tuck away a strand of hair that had fallen in her, i feel even more certain that i will stop at nothing to be the best that i can for her. starting with putting a stop to the rumors.

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chasing the ocean: part 13

author’s note: okay so lemme start with: IM SO SORRY OH MY GOD I GOT LOGGED OUT OF THIS ACCOUNT AND I HAVE SPENT FOREVER TRYING TO REMEMBER MY PASSWORD BUT I FINALLY GOT IT (shoutout to me from three years ago for writing it down at least) now that i’m back tho, i cant promise quick updates because i suck ass at college and i’m failing 🤪 so i kinda gotta split my focus from time to time, but i will try to post more frequently than this (i’m so sorry and so grateful for the support! if you asked to be added to the tag list and i missed you please let me know, i’m trying to catch back up and get everyone but i might miss someone)

warnings: cursing, cute shit, it gets a lil intense towards the end but nothing too crazy

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the return to auradon with harry felt eerily...normal?

at least that's the best way to describe it because nothing with harry is normal.

especially not in this weird gray area of existence where we're not enemies anymore, but friends doesn't feel like the right term either since the night in the garden.

by the time we saw each other the next morning at breakfast, we had accidentally formed an unspoken agreement to just pretend like it didn't happen.

which is fine... except that it's not because now that we've crossed the threshold and i know what his arms feel like when they're wrapped around me and the way his lips taste, it's all i can think about.

which is how we ended up in this predicament.

i let out a sigh as i drop my bag onto the ground before falling face first onto my bed, feeling slight relief now that we're back in our room, but also dreading the awkwardness that is sure to ensue after the nearly silent trip from eroda to auradon.

i can hear as harry tosses his bag carelessly aside and then i hear him fiddling with something quietly. rolling onto my side, my eyes widen when i find harry casually pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side.

cheeks blazing red, i cover my eyes with my hand and shriek, "HARRY!"

harry instantly spins around and looks at me with equally wide eyes, "LASS!"

"i thought we had agreed that we wouldn't randomly pull clothes off without warning in here?!"

his shoulders drop as his face relaxes momentarily before he shrugs and shoots me a wink, "sorry lass, i forget how hard it must be to control yerself 'round me."

i want to say something sassy back.

if we had this conversation two weeks ago, i would've dragged his ass to hell and back without blinking an eye. if we had this conversation three days ago, i would've said something flirty enough that harry would've turned his head away in the hope that i wouldn't be able to notice the slight pink tint to his cheeks.

but instead, i'm laying on my bed and fighting to keep eye contact with harry so he won't notice how my eyes linger on his tattoo or muscular build. and there is not a single coherent thought in my head.

humming in response, i sit up and stretch before, as casually as possible, i tell harry, "i'm gonna go for a walk."

my hand is on the door knob and i pull the door open just for harry to reach over my shoulder and push it shut. with scrunched eyebrows, i glance over my shoulder to see harry pulling his shirt back on as he asks, "ooh, really? where're we going?"

now that he's clothed again and i have less distractions, i manage to shrug a shoulder and lean back against the door, "well, i don't remember inviting you."

harry chuckles and pats my cheek gently, "don't worry, i invited myself."

he crosses the room to find his bag and begins to dig through it. i already know it's pointless to try to abandon him since his long legs would have him catch up before i'm even halfway down the stairs so i wait patiently by the door. snorting in amusement when i see him grin happily and hold up his hook, i roll my eyes and joke, "ya know, i didn't picture you as the type of person to go on walks."

once his hook is secure on his belt loop, he joins me at the door and throws his arm over my shoulder as he opens the door for me.

"well, darlin', in case ye haven't noticed, it's already late afternoon."

a quick glance out the window proves him to be true. we had left eroda a little later than planned due to my mom hosting a big 'back to school' breakfast for harry and me, which quickly turned into a brunch as my dad and harry began sharing stories of their favorite memories from when they would pickpocket. we left as soon as we had grabbed our bags from our rooms, but the drive took longer than normal due to construction on the road we usually take back to auradon.

the sun is beginning to dip below the trees outside and leaves everything shrouded in a golden haze as the sky is clouded in a mirage of colors.

"so...you like walking at sunset?"

we begin our descent down the stairs and harry takes hold of my hand to ensure i don't fall. i smile at the gesture and harry keeps his eyes locked on the stairs cautiously as he quietly answers, "no, i just don't like the idea of ye walking around alone at night."

my steps falter and his hand is on the small of my back instantly so i force myself to continue, despite feeling a wave of emotion hit me.

from my time being around carlos, jay, and even gil, i had noticed that vk's are dinstinguishably protective. which would translate into small actions that almost go unnoticed due to how integral it is in their nature.

any time evie would be walking past a group of guys, jay and carlos would almost immediately be by her sides and death glaring anyone in the nearby vicinity. one time when jane was in the park and some new vk's pickpocketed her wallet from her, carlos was gone half an hour and returned with bruised knuckles and jane's wallet.

it was always clear to me that the isle affected the vk's more than any of them would admit and that certain behaviors were just ingrained into them. mal still instinctively punches anything that jumps out at her. evie's eyes always dart around her surroundings cautiously any time we're in a group of people. jay keeps careful watch over all of his belongings to an extent that is almost superhuman.

and now i see that established level of caution and concern in harry's eyes as we begin to stroll around outside.

i lead him down a trail towards the enchanted lake. the air is slightly chilled and some fireflies have already begun to flicker around us. it's peaceful and despite not getting the distance from harry that i thought i wanted, i feel myself leaning into him and happily humming.

but from the corner of my eyes, i notice that harry is still tense and that he is still paying attention to each shadow and sound around us.

despite the happiness that shoots through me at the thought of him being concerned enough about me to come with me, i still feel my heart break a little at thought of the isle still having a hold over him where this feels necessary for survival.

biting my lip, i slip out from under his arm and take hold of his hand in mine. harry's eyes break from some bushes up ahead of us to glance down at me as i smile up at him brightly.

nodding up at the fireflies, i admit to him, "when i was a kid, nadia would take me to the bayou where her parents got married and we would play until the fireflies would come out. whenever we saw the first one of the night, we would instantly sit down and watch the show."

harry follows my gaze up at the fireflies and smiles as he asks, "what started that tradition?"

i snort at the memory and sigh fondly, "it's a little hard to explain, but her parents were friends with an alligator and a firefly when they were frogs. they're still friends with the gator and his name is louis."

when i see the look of disbelief and confusion on his face, i casually mention, "louis still plays trumpet in her mom's restaurant most nights."

"shut the fuck up."

a giggle slips from my lips and i nod excitedly, "i'm serious!"

we share a laugh before i shake my head and continue, "anyways, louis was best friends with ray before he died. and a common thing for fireflies is to believe that they become stars when they die, but there was never a soul who believed that more than ray. and so each night, he would perform a show for the love of his life, evangeline, who was already a star at the time. so, louis, told us that anytime we see a firefly, we should be respectful and watch the show with ray and evangeline."

i notice the enchanted lake up ahead and smile at the glowing water. pulling harry forward towards the stone floor with the pillar, i grin up at the fireflies and watch them bob and swoop in the air.

harry gently tugs on my hand and i look over to see him sitting on the ground beside me. he pulls my hand once more so i join him and sit down as well. we both lean into each other and slowly become entwined as if it's just second nature for us.

the sun has completely set by now and the only light around us is the glowing water of the enchanted lake, the moon, and the fireflies. we both lay down to stare up at the stars and the fireflies peacefully. the stone is cold beneath me and it sends a chill through me so i scoot even closer to harry.

"which star is ray?"

harry's voice is barely a whisper and a small part of me appreciates that he's being respectful of the fireflies' show even if that sounds silly. i lift my hand and point in the direction of two stars, one of which is the brightest star in the sky and the other offset slightly to the left of it.

arching my neck so that my lips are near his ear, i whisper, "you see the brightest star out there?"

i almost don't notice harry's quiet intake of air or the way he gulps from my proximity as he nods and hums in response.

adjusting my hand to point at ray's star, i lean even closer and my lips brush against his ear. "the one to the left of it is ray."

harry exhales slowly and closes his eyes before smiling slightly. his voice is rougher, raspier, this time when he whispers, "even as a star, he wants her to be the one admired."

freezing, i stare at harry's side profile, his eyes still closed. my heart is racing in my chest and my thoughts are shifting too fast for me to wonder if he can feel it. his words struck me as i realize that for the first time. turning to face the sky once more, i'm breathless.

"i can't even imagine love like that."

turning back to look at harry, he's already staring down at me with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. i smile as well without hesitating and nudge him, "what?"

harry shakes his head and lifts a finger to my lips.

"shhh, ye're missing the show, darlin'."

harry's pov

“i can’t even imagine love like that.”

my mouth opens then promptly shuts as i stare at her for a moment. i almost spoke, but i knew it wasn’t the time. the sweet words linger on my tongue like the aftertaste of cotton candy.

i think i’m beginning to understand something like it.

i find myself smiling at the thought, at her. when she looks back at me and instantly breaks into a smile as well, i feel another wall i had put up within myself crumble to her feet. her eyes shine like the stars and it makes me think of the night in the garden.

i’m so lost in the memory, i almost don’t hear her as she asks, “what?”

shaking my head, i press my finger to her lips and hush her, “shhh, ye’re missing the show darlin’.”

she rolls her eyes and nudges me again, but shifts to look up at the fireflies once more. this time, though, she is even closer to me.

my smile is uncontrollably larger this time as i watch the fireflies with her. these quiet moments with her are my favorites because it feels like the times i get to know her best.

she’s completely in her element right now and isn’t trying to prove something to anyone or focused on finding her story or anything. she’s simply just being.

“tell me another story about yer childhood.”

the words slip from my lips before i can fully think it over, but i find myself patiently waiting for her response, to learn more about her.

her fingertips mindlessly trace shapes onto the back of my hand as she stares at the sky and thinks of her answer.

when she speaks again, i try my hardest to listen to her silky voice.

i watch her breath swirl in small puffs of fog into the chilled night air and try to translate it into fathomable words. the vibrations of her voice shake me to my core in a way that i've never experienced as i listen to her ramble, my brain vaguely catching slivers of the story.

her voice is louder than a whisper now, her excitement showing in the way her hands lift and her fingers splay across the sky to help express her point.

she speaks about the ocean, about her dream of catching it one day. she tells me about how she would bottle it any time she went to the docks in the hope of keeping a piece of it's energy, it's restlessness, for herself.

she chuckles to herself at the memories that must be coursing through her mind and she shrugs, the movement bringing her ever so slightly closer to me in the same way that i feel that we are now closer as people, as souls.

i manage to barely piece together the general idea of it as the story comes to its end.

"...and i think that's why i like the idea of finding my story. it's as close as i can get to having something so much bigger than me within my grasp."

she may have been the one who was talking, but i find myself feeling breathless

my silence must have frightened her because she turns to me, her wide eyes darting across my face to get a read on my feelings and her cheeks a blazing red in the moonlight. she's propped up on her elbow now as she begins to ramble again, the pitch of her voice raised as she hurriedly explains, "i know it's silly, it's just something i like to think about-"

"it's not silly."

i didn't mean for my voice to come out so sternly. she seems surprised by how defensive i sound, but i inhale deeply before speaking again, softer this time.

"darlin', please never make excuses for something that matters to you ever again."

my eyes are locked on the stars as i try to calm my racing heart, but i can still see the smile that grows across her lips as she lays back down beside me.

"so captain... i have a question."

her voice is timid now, as if she is scared of what may come next. i hum in response, wrapping an arm around her as the temperature continues to drop. the fireflies show ended halfway through her previous story and now we are shrouded in the glow of the enchanted lake and the moonlight.

"tell me something that matters to you."

the request catches me off-guard. my hand that had been rubbing circles into her shoulder freezes, my brain overwhelmed by possible answers but only one feels like the truth.

i turn my head to look at her and i can see her brow furrowed as she seems to be thinking deeply as well. my hand cups her chin delicately and pulls her to look at me. she gasps quietly and i can see her eyes so clearly now.

my thumb rubs her cheek briefly before i muster up the courage to whisper, "i would've thought i had made it obvious to ye by now."

with that, i pull her closer and press our lips together lightly, waiting for her reaction to determine my next move.

almost instantly, her hand is tangled in my hair and she is pulling me impossibly closer.

unlike our first kiss in the garden, this is not sweet and slow and delicate. this kiss is all passion and unspoken words and rough and teeth gnashing as we both struggle to express ourselves without having to say the words that seem to scare us both.

my arm tightens around her and she takes the cue, crawling on top of me without breaking the kiss. her legs straddle either side of my torso, both of her hands now running through my hair.

i grin into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of her lips on mine once again. my grip on her chin loosens as i move my hand to the back of her neck to keep her in place. my other hand lifts and wraps around her waist in an attempt to close any space between us.

my lungs almost burst from the need for air as we finally pull apart, but i instead move to placing open-mouthed kisses across her jawline. she gasps at the feeling and my eyes are trained on her as she closes her eyes blissfully, pulling her swollen bottom lip between her teeth.

when i finally pull back to admire her, i swear i hear a low whimper come from her and it's almost enough to send me back into another kissing frenzy, but i restrain myself enough to grab her chin once again. her eyes slowly flutter open, pupils blown wide and the smile that crosses her lips is one i've never seen before.

i kiss the corner of her lips lightly and when i speak, my voice is raspy and deep as i mumble, "i hope ye know that i fully intend on doing this more often, lass."

her eyes light up and her smile shifts into more of a smirk as she giggles, "is that a promise, captain?"

in that moment, i knew it.

i knew she had me wrapped around her finger and i fucking loved it.

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chasing the ocean: part 12

author’s note: i know it's taken forever, but i've been doing everything i can to make sure this is the best i can do for this moment, but i've had almost 75% of this written for like two weeks already, it's just the last scene that took forever to perfect please let me know if it sucks.

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i swear they've played this same fucking song at least three times by now.

harry has been trying his absolute best to make sure we have as much fun as possible and for a while, i truly was.

for every song that would typically make me considering stabbing my eyes out with the heels that are killing my feet, harry would excessively twirl me and i would try to keep my balance to the best of my abilities. for each overly-polite greeting from some random old guy, harry would wait till they were out of sight before he would begin his impressions and mimic their words. at one point, i almost spilled punch on my dress as i bent over laughing.

i truly was having a good time. until it was time for me to do my duties as princess.

as per tradition, eroda invites multiple kingdoms to the festival and the ball, which means that in the past few years, i've dealt with way too many visiting princes looking to be suitors.

i try my best to not appear as miserable as i feel as prince artie of camelot steps on my toes for the fifth time. he rambles on mindlessly about the benefits of camelot and eroda being united.

he spins me and i catch my mom's eyes from across the room. she smiles brightly at me, but i see through the facade as she subtly mouthes, "sorry" at me. forcing a smile in response to her, i spin back into his arms and almost sigh in relief when i hear the song coming to an end.

i'm mentally running through a list of possible excuses to get away from him when a voice speaks up from behind me.

"mind if i have this dance, lass?"

i can't hold back a smile as i turn on my heel as fast as i can. stumbling from the momentum, i almost fall, but harry instantly has an arm around my waist to sturdy me.

laughing, i arch an eyebrow at him and ask, "can't stay away?"

vaguely, i register artie excusing himself and walking away. deep down, i know that it was a little rude to completely forget about his existence like that, but i couldn't control my excitement to have a reprieve from listening to another prince drone on and on about how convenient it would be to get married. at least when harry calls me princess, i know it's him teasing me and not him trying to distract from the fact that he doesn't know my name.

harry holds my hand in his loosely as he begins to guide me into a slow dance, quiet piano filling the ballroom. i notice that there are less people dancing now and just assume that people don't recognize the song and are taking a break. my eyes wander around the room, my mood already infinitely better now that my toes aren't at such risk.

leaning his head down, harry's lips graze my ear as he tells me, "i've learned something tonight, lass."

goosebumps race down my arms and it feels like i'm enveloped in his presence. his cologne fills my senses and i barely register anyone else in the room as the pace of the piano picks up ever so slightly.

"oh, really?"

a smile is tugging my lips upwards in anticipation of his next words. he pulls me closer and i wonder if he notices my small intake of breath as he whispers in my ear.

"i learned that i'm not that good at sharing ye."

i know to a bystander, we probably looked so mundane in that moment. two teenagers sharing an intimate moment dressed in extravagant clothing that, despite being perfectly tailored, didn't truly fit.

but for me, that moment lit my body up from the inside-out. staring up at harry, i can see myself shining in the reflection of his brilliant blue eyes.

breathlessly, i whisper back, "then don't."

we sway to the song, lost in each other's gaze and for a second, i almost think that i've found words to describe this feeling. and then i notice the chords playing and finally piece together what song it is.

gasping, i look over to the orchestra in the corner. i almost think that i'm just imagining it until i see the conductor give harry a quick nod. from the corner of my eye, i see harry return the gesture with a grin and my arms wrap around him faster than i can process.

"oh my god, harry, it's my song! they're playing it, oh my god. we have to dance, harry, come on!"

he laughs at my rambling as i ecstatically wrap his arms around my waist. i bring my own up and loop them behind his neck as we sway. harry's cheeks are noticeably red as he adjusts his hands to be a little higher and he stiffly shuffles along to the song, "lass, this isn't how you taught me to dance."

it's my turn to laugh at him. my fingers play with the hair at the base of his neck and i rest my head on his chest. "don't worry, captain, this way is probably easier. all you gotta do is just sway."

i feel harry's body slowly relax as i continue to play with his hair and we sway together. my eyes close blissfully and it briefly amazes me how quickly i went from wishing this night would end to being content with staying in this moment for a eternity.

the music swells and i ignore the tinge of disappointment that hits me when i don't hear anyone singing the song, but i push it away as i remind myself that it's not a traditional song for a ball. without thinking about it, i find myself whispering the words to harry.

je te laisserai des mots en-dessous de ta porte, en dessous de la lune qui chante.

harry's arms tighten around me and i open my eyes to see him staring down at me, a grin spread across his face as he listens to me. i don't bother hiding my smile as i continue to sing.

quand tu es seule pendant un instant, embrasse moi.

even though it's in french, i still feel my cheeks burn as i wonder if harry understood what i just said to him. he continues to grin down at me and when i see no indication of him knowing the language, i repeat the words to him.

"embrasse moi."

kiss me.

we continue to sway as the final chords play and i almost wish that i had said it in english as i let my hands trail down his chest before i step back. harry's grin had morphed into a smile at some point while i had sung to him and he continues to smile down at me. despite my heels, i still have to crane my neck slightly as i kiss his cheek gently. i use the moment to whisper into his ear, "thank you, harry."

when i pull back, i see the glitter from my lip gloss on his cheek and i reach up to wipe it off his face, but he stops me. his hand catches mine and slowly brings my hand up to his own lips. he kisses my knuckles so softly that i almost believe that i imagined it all. harry smiles at me and his voice has never sounded as sincere as it did in that moment, "the pleasure is all mine, lass."

from that point on, harry never left my side. whenever we weren't dancing, we stood closer to the walls and i would make small talk with anyone who approached us. for the most part, people left us be, which only helped better my mood.

but as i talked about the flowers at the festival with an older couple i recognized from previous balls, i noticed a new habit that harry had developed while staying with me.

he never stops touching me.

his hands never fall lower than what's appropriate. i know that if i mentioned it or told him i was uncomfortable, he would instantly stop.

but i found myself leaning into his embrace when his arm was over my shoulder. when we stood on the edge of the crowd to watch as everyone danced, i was biting my lip to hide the smile that was overtaking my face as harry held my hand in both of his to mindlessly play with my fingers. as we slowly nudged our way through the crowd to get to the punch table again, i thought i felt harry's arm loosen from around my shoulders and i quickly grabbed his suit jacket without hesitation.

harry never mentions any of these moments, but i know he notices from the smile that's been resting on his lips.

i finally finish a conversation with a retired seamstress who used to work in the castle and wait until she's lost in the crowd before dropping my fake smile. sipping on my glass of punch, i notice harry chuckling and shaking his head. i stare at him questioningly and wait for him to explain.

his eyes trail over the crowd that has dispersed as the night rolled on, but it was a still ridiculously crowded room. he clicks his tongue before joking, "ye know, lass, i'm exhausted from having to pretend to care about this shit and i'm not even the one in the conversations."

i breathe a small laugh and sarcastically curtsy, "what can i say, harry? it's part of the job to have my 'yes, i totally give a fuck about your cat having kittens, miranda. please, tell me more' face mastered."

harry snorts and shakes his head in disbelief, "i can't believe that she talked about that damn cat for half an hour."

looking at him incredulously, i elbow him, "i can't believe that you aren't more baffled by the fact that she named the damn thing purrito."

we share a laugh for a moment. from the corner of my eye, i notice the crowd parting and my parents making their way over to us. dad has already abandoned his suit jacket and his tie is loosened. mom is holding her heels in one hand and pascal in the other.

"hey sweetheart, hey hamster-"

"eugene, we talked about this."

dad carries on without missing a beat, "how's the ball? is it, as the kids say, bumping?"

"dad, no one says that."

dad opens his mouth to argue, but mom rests her hand on his arm to get his attention. instantly, he's turned to her and focused entirely on her. she smiles at him and places pascal on his shoulder as she bats her eyelashes at him, "hey eugene, you know how we're best friends?"

he blankly stares at her and sighs, "what do you want?"

wordlessly, he takes the heels out of her hand and she doesn't even finish asking for a different pair of shoes before he's walking through the crowd to find a servant to help him with the task since he's entirely incapable of knowing what shoes would match her outfit.

mom turns back to us and happily exhales, "he's trained so well."

i nod in agreement, but mom is already changing the topic when she sees the glass of punch in my hand.

"ooh, i almost forgot about the punch. is it good this year?"

nodding again, i extend the cup to her, but she's looking at harry and asking him, "harry, is there any way you can get me a glass of punch? there's a lady standing by the table that beat me at hop skotch last month and she keeps rubbing it in my face any chance she gets."

harry nods hesitantly, but turns to me with an unsure look in his eyes. my eyes dart between our interlocked hands and his eyes before i nod as well and slowly let go. i watch as he disappears into the crowd in the direction of the punch table and find solace in the fact that i know it isn't too far away. it also helps that i have my mom to keep me company instead of a prince who looks at my crown when talking to me instead of my eyes.

mom breaks me from my thoughts as she steps closer and lowers her voice so no one nearby can hear us. i can tell from the gleam in her eyes and from how large her smile is that she's almost bursting at the seams to talk.

"so...harry, huh?"

rolling my eyes, i dismissively say, "yes, that is his name."

mom pouts her bottom lip at me and gently shoves my shoulder, "oh my god, shut up and spill."

i laugh at her desperation to know more and glance in the direction of the punch table. the tip of harry's head barely sticks out above the crowd and i almost sigh out of frustration when i notice the small line formed in front of him.

of course there's a line.

biting my lip, i finally break and shrug my shoulders, "i don't know, mom. we've just gotten pretty close these past couple days and i think that we understand each other."

my cheeks feel like they're on fire so i sip some more of my punch to distract myself.

"is that why you got matching tattoos?"

i almost choke on my punch at the bluntness of her question. coughing, i blink away some tears in my eyes and rasp, "you noticed?"

mom snorts and traces the lines on my arm, "well, i'm not blind, y/n. i think everyone in the kingdom noticed."

i follow her gaze and stare down at the tattoo as well. smiling, i shrug a shoulder and vaguely answer, "i don't know, i don't really have words to describe it."

we both notice the crowd parting and dad proudly walking towards mom with a pair of bedazzled lime green heels. mom smiles lovingly at him, but mumbles under her breath, "oh my fucking god, i married an idiot."

turning to me, she pulls me into a hug out of nowhere. i slowly reciprocate the hug and she whispers in my ear, "if you just so happen to sneak off into the west gardens, i won't say anything. as far as i know, harry was exhausted and your heel strap broke."

i open my mouth to thank her, but she takes my glass of punch and turns to dad, "hey honey, y/n is just going to get a glass of punch real quick. you want one?"

i bite my lip to contain my giggle as dad looks at her exasperated and sputters, "rapunzel, it's been twenty years of marriage and you don't remember how much i despise punch?"

mom pats his back and turns him, giving me a quick wink as they walk in the opposite direction of the punch table, "i know, just felt like being nice and offering."

i can still hear my dad rambling about how disgusting punch is compared to sweet tea to my mom as i quickly turn. with as much grace as i could manage in my rush, i kick off my heels and hand them to a guard standing nearby. reaching down, i gather up the hem of my dress and hold it up slightly as i rush forward to the punch table.

harry is still in line behind a group of elderly women who are too busy arguing about if the punch would mess up their dentures. he barely has time to register me approaching before i have my arms thrown over his shoulders.

he stumbles back from the force, but returns the embrace regardless. i use the moment to whisper in his ear, "don't ask questions, just follow me."

wordlessly, he takes my hand and lets me guide him to a wall behind the table. i push some decorative fabric to reveal the hidden door that servants use to bring more punch and snacks from the kitchen. we duck through the doorway and i pull the fabric back to cover the door behind us.

the kitchen has a few servants rushing about, who pay no attention to us as we quickly sneak through the room. when we step out into the hallway, there's only two guards stationed on either side of the hall. i grin over my shoulder at harry and whisper to him, "looks like we're gonna have to be spies again."

he chuckles and pretends to wipe dust off his shoulders jokingly, "ye're talking to a professional, lass. this is child's play."

hunching over, i tiptoe across the hallway and accidentally snort when harry rolls on the ground dramatically. the guards simply shake their head at us and go back to staring straight ahead. i can hear the echoes of distant chatter and music from the ballroom as i guide harry down the halls. i take him past the staircase that would lead us to our rooms and arrive at two fancy wooden doors.

turning to press my back to the doors, i extend a pinky to harry and he tilts his head in confusion. trying to remain as serious as possible despite the circumstance, i barely contain my smile as i demand, "you gotta pinky promise that what you see behind these doors stays secret."

harry rolls his eyes and holds his pinky up. he moves to wrap his pinky around mine, but i stop him.

"recite after me."

he stares at me blankly so i continue, "i, harold hook, will keep the secrets of the west garden for life."

he sighs and the corner of his lips flick upward as he repeats, "i, harold hook, will keep the secrets of the west garden for life."

smiling brightly, i wrap my pinky around his and kiss my thumb to lock the deal. harry still looks confused, but kisses his thumb as well.

i turn around and open the doors to reveal a lush, green garden highlighted by the moonlight. the sky still has a few lanterns lingering since some people tend to release theirs later than everyone else to treasure the moment more. the only sounds that surround us are the cicadas singing and some distant music being played for the people who are still celebrating the festival in the town.

harry steps into the garden and slowly spins to take in all of the flowers blooming around him. i close the door, which eliminates most of the light from the hallway and leaves us in the moonlight.

the grass beneath my bare feet is soft and i feel overwhelmingly peaceful. from the way that harry lets out an exhale and relaxes his shoulders, i can tell that he feels it as well. his eyes look even more strikingly blue in the lighting as he turns to me with a grin.

"may i have this dance, darling?"

laughing, i look over to the flowers beside me in the hope that he won't notice how red my face is at the nickname. i wonder if he knows the affect he has on me as i shrug a shoulder, "there's no music."

harry steps closer and cups my chin with his hand. from the smile that stretches across his face, i know that he feels the warmth of my blush. instead of teasing me about it like i expected, he rolls his eyes and sighs, "lass, i've shared a room with ye for far too long. i know ye never needed music before to dance."

snorting, i gesture to the crown on my head and remind him, "well, yeah, but this feels different."

without missing a beat, harry takes his hook off his belt loop and tosses it onto the ground. i gasp and turn to pick it up, but harry caresses my face once more as he reaches up. he looks into my eyes for any sign of resistance as he delicately removes my crown as well. my eyes stay locked on his as gently places it on the ground behind him and it feels like my heart is lodged in my throat.

"it might feel different, but we're still us, darling."

words are stuck on the tip of my tongue, but thankfully, harry isn’t expecting a response. his fingertips graze my wrists before slowly pulling my arms up to wrap around his neck once more. instinctively, my fingers begin to twirl his hair again as his hands rest on my waist.

this time as we dance, his hands are just slightly lower. i’m pressed even closer against his chest. we sway to the harmony of the cicadas.

this time as we dance, we are alone.

after a few moments, harry begins to hum. the tune is low and i can barely hear it, but i finally catch on and realize that it’s the same song we had danced to in the ballroom. the song that he had requested for me. the song that he remembered me mentioning to him once.

pulling back slightly to look up at him, a smirk pulls my lips up as i tease, “i never realized that harry hook could be such a flirt.”

his eyebrows pull together defensively, but his smile shows that it’s still a lighthearted conversation as he counters, “princess, i thought i shared a room with ye all this time, but turns out ye’ve been living under a rock.”

throwing my head back to laugh, i poke his chest before tsking at him. “in my defense, everything i’ve heard about your flirting is just the basic act you do with everyone.”

this catches harry’s attention.

“oi, and what’s that?”

chuckling, i sigh before trying my absolute best to mimic his accent, “oi, i’m harry hook. i’m really mysterious and scary, but yer pretty so i guess i won’t gut ye with me hook. arrrrrrgh.”

harry dramatically grabs his chest with one hand and gasps loudly, “that’s what you think my flirting is?”

laughing at his antics, i shake my head at him and correct him, “i don’t think that’s what your flirting is, i know that’s what your flirting is.”

he laughs with me and takes a moment to spin me before pulling me back closer to him to continue swaying. i can see in the way he’s shifting his eyes now that he’s thinking about something, but i don’t press him to find out what he’s thinking about.

“then what do ye call how i treat ye?”

his question catches me off-guard completely. i blink and let it fully sink in. admittedly, from everything i’ve seen, harry really does treat me differently. and that’s true for the entire time i’ve known him. when we first met, i thought harry hated my guts from how quiet and uninterested he was when i was around. after knowing him more, i’ve learned that means quite the opposite.

when harry hates or dislikes or even just gets a little annoyed at a person, he makes it well known. in our room, harry had made it a game to hang up all of his disciplinary slips that he had received for making various people cry. mostly, it was just chad over and over again, but sometimes a new person would piss him off.

even during our prank war, harry was never fully mean to me. at least, never intentionally mean with the purpose of hurting me or my feelings, which is not common for harry. i mean, he has 46 slips of paper on our wall to prove that.

i glance down at my arm to see the tattoo once again. the events of the week flash through my head and i think of the secrets that harry had shared with me, the pieces of him that most of the world has never seen.

my lips pull up into a smile and i meet harry’s gaze again. his shoulders have tensed up slightly again, but i comb my fingers through his hair as i answer his question.

“i guess there’s no words for it.”

harry snorts and his shoulders are relaxed again as he jokes, “i thought ye would’ve read a thesaurus in princess training by now.”

shoving his shoulder, i step back laughing, but harry quickly pulls me back by my waist. he bats his eyelashes at me and attempts to pout his bottom lip, but his lips twist up into a grin. "it was a good joke and ye know it."

rolling my eyes, i continue to sway with him and just drop the conversation entirely. the cool wind blows and the leaves rustle around us. goosebumps race up my arms, but my cheeks are warm from the proximity.

"what does the song even mean?"

my blood freezes and i feel my body tense up. harry's blue eyes stare down at me in curiosity, but i can see amusement dancing in his stare. the corner of his lip tilts upwards slightly and for the second time, i find myself wondering if he knows already. but this time, i don't feel scared. i just want him to know.

i let my arms slide down his chest before i step back to give myself the space i need to muster up my courage to say it. my voice and my hands shake simultaneously, but i manage to hold eye contact with him.

"quand tu voudras, embrasse moi."

whenever you want, kiss me.

harry steps closer, but i hold my position. his hand reaches up to gently brush my cheek. he leans in and his breath fans over my face as he whispers lowly, "lass, don't say things ye don't mean."

time feels frozen. i let out a sigh and lean into his hand that still rests on my cheek. my heart races in my chest and i squeeze my eyes closed as i respond breathlessly.

"whenever you want, kiss me."

a moment passes silently and i slowly open my eyes to see harry staring intensely, looking for any sign of discomfort or hesitance. i crane my head upwards more so that my lips are lightly grazing his and repeat myself, "kiss me."

harry finally presses his lips to mine and his hands cup my face gently. he holds me like i'm delicate and something to be protected. he holds me like i'm his good luck charm. my arms wrap around his neck once more and i tangle my fingers in his hair. i hold him like he might disappear and needs to be adored. i hold him like he's my treasure.

we pull apart for a breather and harry rests his forehead on mine. i close my eyes to try to fully process the emotion swelling in my chest. when he speaks, he still whispers in a way that doesn't break the moment, "lass?"

my thoughts are swirling and my knees are weak still so i hum in response.

"ye said whenever i want, right?"

a smile covers my entire face and i open my eyes to see harry grinning down at me excitedly. in the moonlight, i can barely see a hint of red on his cheeks. i bite my lip as i rustle his hair some more before nodding slowly.

i can tell that harry is trying his hardest to contain his smile, but it's still the happiest i've ever seen him look.

"i guess ye're gonna have to get used to me following ye around a lot then, lass, because i plan on doing just that."

and as harry kissed me again, i found myself looking forward to going back to auradon.

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chasing the ocean: part 11

author’s note: okay so this isn't all of the festival/ballroom scene, but it's been forever since i posted because of college so i figured i would just split it into two parts pls don't hate me

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the next two days are like a blur. preparations and fittings and taste-testing and decorating keep everyone busy. harry and i struggle to find any time to hang out privately, but each time we see each other in passing, we find some way to acknowledge each other. whenever one of us has our hands full, the other helps carry the load and we share a quick laugh over some dumb joke that harry usually makes. when the servants have me running from one end of the castle to the other, harry will whoop and cheer for me, sometimes even calling me his "lil trackstar". but any other time, we brush shoulders and i call out to him to get his attention and he'll give me his renowned grin and a quick wink.

the sky looks abnormally clear of all clouds and i stare out the window happily. the docks are full of boats bringing in citizens who will flood the town for the festival. later tonight after the sun has long been set, as the streets clear from the festival, the castle will begin to fill with people in expensive outfits for the ball. i glance over to my right where my two dresses were hanging and smile bittersweetly.

by tomorrow night, harry and i will begin packing our bags once more and on sunday morning, we’ll be in the limo on our way to auradon to prepare for classes. and once i go back to classes, i only have about three months before i’m queen.

my thoughts are interrupted by quiet knocks and a hushed voice reminding me that i have half an hour before i’m expected to join my parents and harry to make an appearance in the town. we are given about three hours of talking to the citizens, playing the festival games that the locals set up, and listening to the live music before we return to the castle to release the first two lanterns. from there, we get to watch the lanterns and hear the roar of people cheering and talking and music playing before we have to get dressed as the ball will begin immediately after the lanterns are released. our arrival will be a little later in the evening, but it takes time to get ready.

i shake my hands out to rid myself of any nerves for tonight before finally grabbing my festival dress and getting changed. the dress i chose for the festival was designed by a servant’s daughter and i absolutely adore it. it is fairly simple compared to the dress i have for the ball, but the lilac chiffon dress still fit nicely against my skin tone. the dress also met all the requirements i had for it: must be short and light enough to dance in, no long sleeves because it’s too hot for that, and it pays homage to the dress my mother wore for her first lantern festival. lilac and purple in general are known across the kingdom as colors that symbolize my mother and i always wear her color for the festival.

the hem of the dress hits directly above my knees and the sleeves are off the shoulder. i find a simple golden necklace and my favorite flats before nodding at the reflection.

the knock comes again and this time, i’m already at the door about to exit so i immediately open it, checking my room one last time to make sure i don’t forget anything.

“sorry, i’m on my way-“

“shit, lass, you’ve never worn that before.”

harry’s voice shocks me and my head whips up to see him standing in his normal clothes at my door. my cheeks feel warm as i fumble with the hem and look up at his teasing blue eyes.

trying to feign normalcy, i roll my eyes and poke his chest, “yeah, but you have definitely worn this shirt before so what’s up with that?”

he chuckles and leans against the door frame, effectively blocking my path but i was in no rush to leave this time despite still being confused about my feelings towards harry. the butterflies make me feel light on my feet anyways so i just let myself enjoy the feeling.

he nods at my arm and changes the subject, “ye sure it’s a grand idea to have yer tattoo out considering ye ain’t told yer parents yet?”

i follow his stare and look down at my arm with a smile. the tattoo has quickly become a feature i find myself staring at in the mirror in awe. the simplistic details make me happy and ever since we got the tattoos, i’ve felt immensely more confident as i walk around the castle for an indistinguishable reason other than i know i look like a badass now.

shrugging a shoulder, i point at his tattoo that is on display since he’s wearing a sleeveless leather vest.

“are you sure it’s a grand idea to show the entire kingdom that we have matching tattoos?”

he squints his eyes at me and defensively holds his arm for a second as he asks, “why wouldn’t it be?”

i didn’t expect him to want to show the entire kingdom, to be honest. as i was getting dressed, i had come to terms that my parents were going to find out about my tattoo. it never crossed my mind that harry would let other people see his though.

and now he’s leaned against my doorframe, his tattoo a stark contrast against his skin and out on full display for the world.

“i just thought you wouldn’t want people to know, i guess.”

my voice is quieter than i expected, but i still hope that maybe he didn’t hear me. of course, my luck isn’t that good.

he steps forward, our chests lightly brushing together and i crane my neck so i can see his face as he stares down at me with the corner of his lip turned upwards. he gently pushes a strand of hair behind my hair mindlessly, like his fingertips gently grazing my cheek doesn't set his veins on fire and make his body temperature rise the way it does to me.

"darling, i plan on letting the world know how i feel about ye."

my heart is racing in my chest and it feels like the air has been sucked directly out of my lungs. simultaneously, i feel like my legs are going to give out and that i'll melt into a puddle while i also feel like running a marathon and shouting from the highest tower in the castle. my tongue feels twisted in my mouth and i almost don't recognize my own voice as i ask him, "how do you feel about me, harry?"

i almost regret asking the question, fearful of the answer and how it might affect me. but i find myself holding my breath and dropping my eyes to the ground as i wait for his answer. childishly, i let my fingers cross at my sides in some form of pathetic hope that maybe harry will clarify what i feel without hurting me or my pride.

his breath is on my ear as he leans in and whispers, "i don't have the words for that feeling, y/n."

i barely stop myself from sighing in relief or disappointment. looking back up to his eyes, i force myself to grin and quirk an eyebrow, "i guess we both have to find ways to show it."

the townsquare is even more full this time when we arrive. guards are closely watching my parents, harry, and i as the crowds naturally part for us and we begin to mingle amongst the citizens. my parents greet three red-headed sisters, who instantly begin fussing over my mom's long brown hair and they start to braid it with expert skill without missing a beat. people gather around my parents to have a chance to talk so i grab harry's hand and pull him in the opposite direction to slip into the crowd.

for the most part, we both go unnoticed and unbothered aside from occasional greetings. i take harry to look at the various booths. due to my status as princess, the vendors desperately offer me things for free to be able to boast that they have royal approval. each time i politely decline, but harry reaches out and thanks them before handing it to me.

after looking at a handful of booths, i am draped in necklaces, scarves, and flower crowns and i struggle to hold all of the flags, stuffed animals, and whatever else harry handed to me. when he notices me struggling, harry wordlessly takes the items out of my hands and removes most of the necklaces and scarves. he finds a guard and asks them to take it to the royal limo so i can stil have each of the gifts.

once he's thanked the guard and turned back to me, i rest a hand on my hip and narrow my eyes, "are you done with your little game, hook?"

he laughs loudly, throwing an arm over my shoulder with such a normalcy to his actions that almost none of the citizens nearby bat an eye at the gesture. "i was just enjoying the whole festival experience, darlin', ye should be proud of me. i've been on my best behavior today."

i nod slightly at the statement and don't push the subject. turning to the next booth, i see that it's another flower shop and that the vendor is already extending a flower out to me. it's a dainty, white peony. smiling at the vendor, i accept the gift and turn to harry. without hesitation, i tuck the peony into the small pocket on the left side of his vest. once i've secured it and feel certain that it won't fall out, i tap his chest happily and smile up at him, "there, now you have an actual good luck charm."

he smiles down at the flower before looking back up at the flower crown that is still on my head, "it matches yer crown."

i vaguely remember seeing peonies mixed into the crown before harry plopped it down on my head six booths ago and shrug happily at the coincidence, "maybe it's just fate, captain."

suddenly, i hear the opening chords to the kingdom song.

gasping, i grab harry's hand and yank him towards the circle forming in the center of the townsquare. people naturally part for me and harry so we move with ease to the front. i can see my parents already dancing happily, dad's clumsiness almost sending him to the ground a couple of times, but mom was always right there in time to catch him.

as i watched, a man, who i vaguely remember as a second cousin to one of the guys from the snuggly duckling, grabs my hand pulls me into the dance.

laughing, i spin and clap in time with the rest of the dancers. the music swells and we all form a small inner circle before spinning outwards to grab new partners. i see a girl about my age dancing towards harry, who looks like a deer in headlights. fighting back a strike of jealously, i expertly hop and twirl to the beat of the song as fast as i can. i barely beat the girl to harry and give him no time to hesitate as i drag him in with me.

holding his hand, i guide him once more just like how i had when we were in the empty ballroom. he laughs at my excited hopping and almost misses the cue to clap again. the song is reaching its peak and i can hear the roar of the audience as harry twirls me. unbeknownst to us, we had reached the center of the inner circle and most couples had backed out of it. harry and i laugh together and i close my eyes as i continue to spin freely. the thrum of the music mimics my heartbeat and i feel myself getting lost into it.

clapping once more, i can feel the end of the song nearing so i pick up the speed of my twirling and hops. the hem of my skirt floats in the wind gracefully without exposing an indecent amount of skin. i briefly rejoin with harry and he seems just as entranced as i am. harry and i move together fluidly until just as the song ends, i lose my footing.

my eyes shoot open out of panic, but harry's arm is wrapped around me and is holding me in a dip before i can even let out a gasp.

i can feel his rapid breaths fan across my face and i gaze up into his brilliant blue eyes. my heart is beating so loud that i can barely hear the crowd cheering. but i hear his accent so clearly that we might as well have been the only people in the townsquare, "lass, ye're really lucky i had a good dance teacher or else ye'd be sitting on yer ass right now."

i can feel how red my cheeks must be, but i still huff and let him pull me into a standing position before i poke his chest. "damn right i'm a great teacher, hook."

we share a look, but the moment is interrupted as citizens begin to clap each of us on the back and tell us how well we did in the dance. as a group of kids animatedly tell me about how much they want to learn the kingdom dance, i briefly let my eyes wander over to harry, who is caught in a conversation with a baker and his wife. but when i look, i find harry already staring over at me. he smiles at me and winks so quickly that i almost believe i imagine it.

shaking my head to myself, i turn back to the kids to answer all of their wild questions and try to ignore the blush still covering my cheeks.

after the kingdom dance, the guards came forward and gathered my parents, harry, and i to return to the castle to get dressed for the ball and the release of the lanterns. it felt like time was flashing by. one second i was being ushered into my room and the next, i have a team of hair stylists and makeup artists running down a hall with me as they fuss over the last details before my family and i step onto the balcony to release the first two lanterns.

when i arrive, my parents are nowhere to be seen near the balcony doors, but harry is already there waiting.

i can barely see him past the flurry of people surrounding me, but i can still feel my heart leap to my throat. for the first time in the months that i've known him, harry hook looks nervous. he fiddles with the sleeves of his black suit. the undershirt was black as well and his tie is a deep blood red, which makes me smile because i can practically hear how appalled the tailor would've been at the idea. harry's usually unruly hair is slicked back now and he's perfectly clean-shaven. his blue eyes are outlined by a hint of black eyeliner and his hook is looped through his belt loop, another feature that probably sent our tailor into cardiac arrest. but it's the white peony tucked into his breast pocket that makes me smile uncontrollably.

the group of people finally dissapate and give me some space before it's time for the lantern release so i quickly cross the threshold to join harry at the balcony doors to wait.

harry finally stops toying with his sleeves and looks up to see me. his eyes widen and i watch as they trail over all of the details that a team of people had spent months planning. he looks at my golden crown and how my hair is entwined with it to hold it in place throughout the night. his eyes glaze over the makeup that felt like it took hours to complete and over the body shimmer the artists had placed on me to give my skin a golden-glowey look. finally, he takes in the dress.

blush pink material is draped over my left shoulder and grazes the floor. gold and silver beading are perfectly stitched on across the bodice of the dress, mimicking the look of sun rays that curve perfectly across my body to accentuate my best features. the hem of the dress grazes the ground and covers the heels that i plan on abandoning at some point throughout the ball.

his jaw is slightly agape and i can tell that he's struggling for words, but i save him from having to speak first by asking, "how long did it take for them to convince you to let them do your hair?"

harry slightly breaks from his trance and continues to fiddle with his sleeves once more. he shrugs one shoulder tensely and answers, "about twenty minutes."

smiling, i reach up and rustle his hair until it was returned to its normal state of disarray.

"good, that means they can't be too mad at me for messing it up."

harry's shoulders drop and i can see his body visibly relax a little. his lips pull up into his signature smirk and he pretends to be hurt, "wow, ye didn't like me hair when it was all fancy?"

i laugh as he pouts his bottom lip dramatically and adjust his suit jacket, "no, you looked nice."

he tilts his head and watches me tighten his tie slightly, "then what was wrong with it?"

i let my hand rest on his chest a moment longer than i intended to as i focused on sounding nonchalant as i dismissively answer, "you looked nice. but you didn't look like you."

distantly, i hear my parents approaching so i step back a few steps and almost miss the way that harry has his head tucked to keep me from seeing the smile that now covers his face.

my cheeks feel warm, but i ignore it as i pull my parents in for a hug. they both shower me and harry in compliments. mom even has a guard bring a camera so she can take pictures.

my eyes widen and i feel my smile drop as i shake my head at her subtly, hoping to avoid the embarassment i'm about to endure. but instead, my dad joins her and tells us to stand next to each other for the small photoshoot that we're about to have.

if looks can kill, i already know that my parents would be a pile of dust in that moment. even pascal has turned red out of embarassment for me.

once a camera has been secured, my parents take turns giving us posing instructions and harry and i stiffly follow along with forced smiles. mom and dad notice this and are trying absolutely everything they can to get at least one good picture.

mom sighs out of frustration and calls out, "well, i mean, at least pretend like you don't hate each other!"

i furrow my eyebrows at her words and protectively wrap my arms around harry's torso, "hey! i don't hate my captain!"

harry chuckles and follows my lead by slinging his arm over my shoulder and resting his cheek on my forehead. "yeah! don't be rude to me lass like that!"

we laugh for a second and i try to ignore the rapid fire clicking noises as i silently celebrate the way his accent is echoing in my brain with the words 'my lass'.

a servant steps forward and whispers some words to my parents before my mom begrudgingly hands the camera back to the guards and steps forward to us. dad smiles brightly and slides a hand over his slowly-graying hair as he cooly announces, "it's showtime, kiddos. try to not be in my spotlight."

mom elbows him as they share a laugh and line up at the balcony doors. i sigh and loop my arm through harry's, pulling him to line up behind my parents. the crowd is a low rumble right now, but i can already feel how loud the cheers will be once the doors open and we step out. while we wait for the cue to walk out, i risk a glance at harry to see that he's no longer fidgeting. in fact, he's completely restored back to usual confidence that everyone knows him for.

nudging him gently, i catch his attention and quietly ask him, "hey, you nervous?"

he shakes his head and grins down at me happily. his arm tightens around me so subtly that i almost don't notice. out of the corner of my eyes, i see a servant giving us the cue. a bright light shines through the fabric covering the balcony doors and the guards pull them open simultaneously. the crowd roars as expected and it feels like my ears are ringing from the sound, but i somehow manage to hear harry as he whispers in my ear, "can't be nervous if i got me lucky charm."

the lantern release feels like a blur. my dad gave a speech on how our kingdom has numerous things to be grateful for and that tonight is a celebration of that. mom finished the speech off by repeating the request that we make every year for the release and asks that each lantern have a note attached with something that each person is grateful for. with that, mom and dad take turns writing something down and making a show of holding up the folded slips of paper.

they turn to me and i step forward just like i did in the rehearsals of this moment. harry steps forward a second after me and together we both pick up a pen. i briefly wonder what harry could possibly be writing on his as i instinctively write his name. when i feel myself smiling at the paper, i quickly fold it and hold it up so that harry won't see it. i can't even begin to fathom the teasing that would ensue if he found out that i wrote his name.

seconds later, we have all secured the notes to the two lanterns at the center of the balcony. harry stands by my side and i wait till i see my parents lift theirs out of the corner of my eye.

together, harry and i lift ours and push it into the sky. i crane my neck to watch it rise into the night sky, the golden glow distinguishing it from the stars.

glancing out across the balcony, i watch as thousands of lanterns follow our lead and float into the sky. music and cheers sound out across the town as people continue the celebration. i know that it won't be long till we have to walk down to the ballroom, but for the time being, i let myself enjoy the peaceful moment.

when i look back up at the sky, i see that some of the lanterns have parted ways and i can vaguely make out the tell-tale zigzag pattern of the cassiopeia constellation. gasping excitedly, i grab harry's hand and shake it. he looks startled as he glances down at me so i point at the constellation and blurt, "look, it's our constellation!"

he laughs and looks in the direction of where i pointed. shaking his head, his hand squeezes mine for a second as he asks, "why's our star gotta be the one with the mom who sacrficed her daughter?"

i snort at his words and rustle his hair once more, "it's because we both have such luscious hair, captain."

harry's hand tightens around mine again as he runs a hand through his hair, but i can't tell if his goal was to fix it or to mess it up further. when he winks at me, i wonder if he can see the affect it has on me as he leans closer to my face ever so slightly, "aye, lass, ye got a point there."

i still feel breathless as the servants come forward to usher us inside to go to the ballroom. from experience, i already know that there will be guests inside once we arrive and from that point forward, the ballroom will fill up more and more until it feels like there's almost no air left. the thought makes my chest tighten and i wonder how long i will be capable of lasting at the ball until i feel harry's hand squeeze mine once again.

suddenly, the crowds don't feel as daunting and intimidating.

just as i had expected, the ballroom floor is already packed with ecstatic citizens who had planned for this night for months. extravagant ballgowns and expensive suits with glitter watches and polished shoes greet me and despite my own apparel, i feel isolated from the crowd. the look of awe and reverance in their eyes reminds me of the pedestal that everyone has mentally placed me on and i wonder if i will ever reach their expectations of me.

harry and i enter before my parents due to the typical customs, but i'm perfectly fine with it because i know it will only be moments before their praise is redirected from me. once i hear their applause begin again at the sight of the queen and king behind us, i let out a breath i was unaware of holding.

glancing up at harry, i notice how stiff the arm that i am holding feels. his jaw is clenched and his eyes dart around the ballroom uneasily. i follow his gaze and see that not all of the stares were focused on my parents. a lot of people continued to give harry unabashed looks of judgement and i hope that people only pay attention to the glittering smile i hold. i know that if they saw the fire burning in my eyes, i would be faced with an ungodly amount of criticism in the magazines that are already going to tear me shreds by morning.

tugging harry's arm gently, i drop my smile and mumble to him, "let's go get some punch."

he follows my lead with no hesitation. we meander through the crowd slowly, too many people trying to garner my attention by bowing dramatically or attempting to greet me like i was an old friend. i force polite smiles, but i feel myself losing pieces of my composure each time i see the look they shoot to harry when they assume i'm not looking.

when we finally reach the table tucked away into the corner next to the unattended snack table, i almost collapse with relief. there are a few outliers lurking nearby, too shy to mingle with others but too excited to be at a royal ball to just leave. thankfully, they are too far and too nervous to pay harry or i much attention so i relax my posture and turn to harry, instantly hugging him to get some form of comfort. harry's arms wrap around me instantly and his thumb rubs small circles on my right shoulder.

"i'm already fucking tired of this shit."

harry laughs and pulls me from his chest so he can look down at me. my anger from earlier feels like it dissipates as i stare up into his blue eyes. he grins at me and taps my nose happily, "it's not that bad, lass. we can make our own fun here."

arching an eyebrow at him, i gesture to the crowd behind him and the orchestra in the corner that is playing something akin to elevator music. "harry, i don't know if you noticed, but this is a pretty tough crowd to have fun in."

cackling, harry throws his arm over my shoulder and turns me to face everyone once more. we watch people awkwardly shuffle together in an attempt to dance to the song. harry turns to me with a mischievious look in his eyes, "it's even more fun when they're assholes, lass."

giggling, i turn back to the table and fill up a cup with some of the punch. i lift the cup to my lips and entertain the idea of just relaxing and having the fun that harry is talking about. my eyes wonder and i see two kids at the snack table. they're giggling loudly and freely as they reach their hands into a glass bowl full of some packaged candy bags. they shove as much as they possibly can into their pockets and i find myself smiling at their excitement.

nodding my head towards the kids, i quietly confess to harry, "that's how i feel when i'm with you."

harry watches the kids with me for a moment before turning to me with a scrunched up nose, "ye feel like a thief?"

i almost spit out the punch that i had just sipped. swallowing quickly and coughing to clear my throat, i shake my head and clarify, "no, no. i mean i don't have words for how i feel, but that's the closest i can get to it right now."

harry's lips pull up into a smile and i mentally prepare for him to tease me endlessly over how cheesy that sentiment is. instead, he just takes the cup of punch out of my hand and sets it on the table. i stare at him in confusion as he dramatically extends an arm out to me. harry wiggles his eyebrows at me and he has an exagerrated posh accent as he asks, "oh, princess y/n, won't ye bless my life and grant me this dance?"

snorting, i roll my eyes as i loop my arm through his, "you're such a dork."

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chasing the ocean: part 10

author’s note: yall,,,,,, i’m finally doing it. i’m writing a little bit from harry’s pov. only this first section is his because i’m just seeing how y’all feel about it before i do a whole lot in it. also this is shorter because i’ve been working a hella lot and started classes this week but i wanted to give y’all an update regardless, the next will be a lot longer and i really like what i have planned :)

warnings: cursing, feelings

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we were so fucking close.

the look in y/n’s eyes as she rapidly glanced back and forth between my lips and eyes is imprinted in my brain. the nervous shake in her voice as she teasingly said, “says who, captain?” echoes in the small space in the backseat of the limo.

i force myself to huff a laugh, but i’m still in a daze from the moment we just shared so i turn and stare out the window in the hopes that she can’t read the expression on my face. but maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing. if she did, she would at least be able to tell me what the fuck it is i’m feeling.

because i know for a fact that the bolt of electricity that shoots through me everytime i hear her gentle voice call me captain is not normal.

when i was on the isle, i flirted with every lass i could find. so, when i arrived to auradon and found so many new and more interesting lasses, it was a given that i would continue my reputation. it all became a game to me because none of them ever peaked my interest enough for me to actually put in effort. so i bounced from girl to girl in an attempt at having some fun. all was going perfectly to plan until i met her.

i have never before encountered someone who stops me in my tracks as much as she does and i can’t figure out what it is about her.

i mean, don’t get me wrong. y/n is fucking beautiful. i’ve witnessed firsthand how many lads and even a few of the lasses in the halls of auradon turn and stare as she happily walks from class to class. it’s like she puts everyone in a trance without even realizing it. and the absolute worst habit she has is how she turns away or covers her mouth when she smiles. it always makes me fight the urge to grab her face and turn her back towards me so i can just see her smile for a second more.

and she is incredibly nice. well, not to me obviously, but to everybody else she meets. it’s no secret how desperately she works to be able to do absolutely everything she can to be a good ruler one day. i’ve never seen her turn someone away who asked for help or even so much as roll her eyes at someone who comes to her to vent about useless issues (which is annoying as hell for me since we share a bloody fucking room and they all seem to want to come there to talk about their stupid problems).

and it’s not like this is a new feeling. i’ve felt the weird turning sensation in my stomach ever since the night i moved to auradon. long before we started getting along, her presence would make my brain short circuit and i would struggle to find words.

i’ve met plenty of beautiful people, like aubrey or evie, and i would be attracted, but nothing comparable to what y/n makes me feel.

ive even met people who argue back to me the way she does. mal and i used to have the same kinds of fights on the isle. and i can guarantee that not once has mal made my chest tighten up by glaring into my eyes or make me smile at her rolling her eyes. no, those feelings seem to be reserved for the princess sitting next to me and looking completely unbothered.

risking a glance over at her, i see her staring out the other window peacefully as she holds my hook. aside from the hint of a blush on her cheeks and the corner of lips barely being tilted up, i would think that i completely imagined the moment we shared because of how normal she looks.

barely holding back a sigh, i watch her twirl my hook mindlessly in her hands and it finally clicks in my brain.

y/n has never once been scared of me.

even when i threatened her with my hook on the first night we met, she never showed any fear at all. from my time on the isle, i had grown used to the way people would hold their breath when i walked in the room or how their eyes would fearfully avoid mine in an attempt of staying under my radar.

but she just brushed my hook aside and carried on like it was a normal conversation.

after seeing the kind of people she considers to be a second family, i know she probably has plenty of experience in that situation, but even then, mal and uma have had moments where they would be too scared to approach me. never y/n though.

adjusting in my seat to be angled towards her once more, i decide to catch her attention. i lick my lips and drawl out, “ye know, lass,” her head jerks to face me, “i usually don’t let people hold me hook.”

her eyes are wide and now that they’re focused on me again, it’s like i can’t remember why i ever felt bothered by anyone holding my hook. the innocence in her eyes as she still carefully cradles my most prized possession has my heart speeding up in my chest.

she seems shocked and her brows are furrowed apologetically as she extends the hook back to me, “oh yeah, sorry. i completely forgot i was holding it.”

shaking my head, i push her extended hand down as i try to sound as nonchalant as possible, “nah, i’ve decided yer the only one allowed to besides me.”

and there it is.

there’s the smile that i’ve slowly begun to chase after now that i’ve seen it. it’s the kind of smile that makes the corners of her eyes crinkle happily and it takes over her whole face for a moment.

but then she turns her head away as usual.

she arches an eyebrow and stares down at the hook, the cold metal a sharp contrast against her skirt that i have been trying to keep my eyes from lingering on out of respect for her. when she speaks, her voice is in the light and airy tone that i’ve only heard her use with me when she’s teasingly flirting, “only me, captain?”

it feels like the words hit me in the center of my chest. air is knocked out of my lungs and i try to play it off a small chuckle. i find myself nodding as i answer her with the same teasingly flirting tone, but i can’t tell if i’m teasing anymore.

“only you, darling.”

when we finally returned to the castle, my hands still were a little shaky and it felt like i finally could breathe once again when i stepped out of the limo. harry took a moment to stretch, but i brushed past him quickly, on a mission to put some space between us.

clearly harry had a completely different plan in mind.

despite my headstart, harry's long legs caught up to me with an ease that is to be admired. his arm is over my shoulder before i could even enter the front corridor of the castle and i stay focused on the doors so he won't notice my small intake of breath when i smell his cologne surrounding me once more.

"where ye off to in such a rush, lass?"

whether it's intentional on his part or not, his easy-going stroll slows down my pace greatly, but considering the fact that i didn't have a set destination other than just away from him, a slower pace doesn't matter now.

i crane my neck to look up at him and peer up at him intensely, "why do you wanna know, captain? you can't get enough of me or something?"

rather than the question throwing him off like i had hoped, it simply just made him smirk and his arm tightened slightly around me.

"ay, lass, it's not me fault that ye're the prettiest hen i've ever seen."

a laugh betrays me and i shake my head at him. during my time growing up around mary and her mom, merida, i had grown use to different scottish terms, but hen being used for girl always cracks me up without fail.

i nudge harry's arm off of my shoulder and enter the front corridor of the castle. still too nervous to make eye contact, i stare at my feet as i jokingly ask, "oh, but you wouldn't sacrifice me to a monster?"

harry's smirk slowly morphs into a grin as he sighs, "ay, i would fight all the sea monsters before sacrificing ye. ye're my good luck charm, remember?"

i roll my eyes and look towards the stairs that lead up to the west wing, trying to hide the smile that's enveloping my whole face. when i have the smile contained the best i could manage, i level harry with a curious gaze, "how many of the girls does that line win over?"

harry seems shocked by the question and i briefly hope that my voice didn't sound as jealous as i felt because for some reason, i've let myself hold out a sliver of hope that maybe i'm the only girl he's told that to. realistically, that can't be true because i've seen the line of girls who follow him through the halls, looking like a group of lost puppies begging for a second of attention.

my train of thoughts is cut short by harry looking at me with his head tilted and his voice sounds amused, "ye're my only lucky charm, lass. the other girls are just fun to chat with because they go from hating my guts to asking me to be their boyfriend in a week."

fighting the smile again, i bite my lip and shake my head, despite the budding happiness i feel in my chest at the words.

"harry, that's not fair to flirt with them for fun. they have feelings too."

he shrugs and gestures to me with his hook, "not me fault that ye're the only one to have realized i got feelings too. they try to play with me just as much, princess."

his words send me on a small emotional rollercoaster since i know he's telling the truth. after vk's came to auradon, it became a game to most girls to find the bad boys and have a quick fling with them. it was how they all measured their popularity depending on who could pull the more intense vk. i knew harry would have a shining target on his back when he arrived, but i thought he would enjoy the attention at least. it never crossed my mind that he would catch on to their game or how it would make him feel. spikes of anger and jealousy and pity rush through my veins and i know i need to get some spacee from harry to think over the limo ride and the rest of the day's events.

conveniently, my parents chose this moment to begin descending the stairs, calling out to us happily.

"oh perfect, ham! just the man i was looking for!"

"eugene, what the fuck?"

they cross the corridor over to where harry and i were standing, my dad clapping a hand on harry's back happily. harry doesn't pay him any attention, still keeping his intense blue eyes focused on my face and it feels hard to breathe as i try to conceal my emotions.

"we just got word that all of the festival details have been finalized and the only things left to focus on are the two of you getting your outfits tailored for the ball."

this catches harry's attention.

he looks over to my dad with widen eyes, quickly shaking his head, "no, lad, i'm actually busy that day-"

"i didn't say what day it was."

"well, i can't go because i am suddenly sick."

turning to harry again, i try to not look like i'm begging as i quietly ask, "if you don't go, then who’s gonna dance with me?”

he still looks conflicted, but i can tell from the way he tensed up, he wouldn't let some random prince parade me around a ballroom for a whole night.

shifting on his feet, harry’s jaw is set and he fiddles with his hook before caving, “okay, i’m going, but i’m bringing my hook and i get to request songs whenever i want.”

my parents instantly open their mouths to counter his claim, but i speak before they can, “aye, aye captain.”

with that, harry turns on his heel and walks towards the stairs that will lead him to his room.

my fittings for my festival dress and ball dress went fairly quickly since the tailors have my measurements memorized at this point, but we did small adjustments just to improve the dresses slightly. i had just changed back into my regular clothes when the doors slam open and a servant comes rushing in, panting as she breathlessly screeches, “WE FINALLY GOT HIM!”

i glance around in confusion and see the tailors around me sigh in relief.

guards begin to file in the room and two at the very back are barely holding harry still as he thrashed about and tries to escape.

“what the fuck?”

everyone in the room goes still at the tone in my raised voice, but i pay no attention to them as i cross over to where the guards are holding harry. i don’t even need to say a word as i’m sure the glare i level the guards with is warning enough as they let harry go. from the corner of my eyes, i see some guards move to block any exits, but i remain staring at the two who had been holding him.

“will someone please tell me what is going on?”

instantly, everyone breaks out into explanation, voices layering over each other, excuses blanketing me until it feels like my ears are ringing. i raise a hand and thankfully, everyone stops. even harry seems sheepish to have been caught in the middle of this situation.

turning, i point at the servant who had made the announcement and beckon her, “explain what’s happening.”

her face goes pale and she shakily placed a hand on her chest as she speaks, “um, well… your greatness… or wait, your majesty, what happened was that i-um, went to retrieve the boy… i mean, the guest? and he said that i would have to catch him if i wanted him to come to the fittings. so i- uh, i told the guards to catch him and he basically like ran and hid.”

i turn to harry, who looks ready to run again under the pressure of my stare, and purse my lips, “you’ve been playing hide and go seek to avoid your fittings?”

harry gives me a wide, innocent grin and steps forward to take both of my hands in his as he bats his eyelashes at me, “lass, i promise on pirate’s honor that it wasn’t that bad.”

turning back to the servant, i ask her, “how long has this chase been going on?”

this time she seems like she might faint, but i know that she wouldn’t have the courage to lie to me as she stammers, “uh- well, about… two hours?”

my head swivels back to harry and i feel his grip tighten on my hands as he steps even closer to me, “okay, well pirates aren’t the most honorable people, are they? but it was all in good fun, right lads?”

he turns to the guards and though i can’t see his face, i can tell that he is mouthing threats to them from the way they all stiffen and start agreeing instantly.

rolling my eyes, i pull my hands away from harry’s and poke my finger harshly at his chest, which regains his attention, “whatever, but next time a servant calls you to fittings or dinner or whatever, you go to it. there’s no need to make a servant’s job harder or to make innocent workers wait on your games.”

harry nods and stares down at his feet sheepishly, clearly not used to being berated in front of such a large crowd. but i’m not done.

my attention shifts to the two guards who had been roughly holding harry and i feel my temper rise immediately.

“now, for you two…”

i shake my head and close my eyes to attempt to reign back my anger, but it doesn’t help.

“the way you were carrying a guest of the royal family is absolutely inexcusable.”

the guards’ faces drop and the taller one bravely decides to speak up, “in all respect, ma’am, we were just told to make sure the vk-“

my face feels hot and i clench my fists as i grit my teeth, “the royal guest, you mean.”

his face is full of regret, but i am already too angry to stop there.

“just because my guest is a vk, that does not give you permission to treat him any differently from a visiting prince or a friend from auradon. despite his own actions, that does not mean you will pick him up and detain him as if he is a prisoner or criminal. have you forgotten your training?”

harry steps between me and them and holds my face in an attempt to calm me down, but i am still furious.

“and why was i never informed of the decision to involve the guards? was my father? because i know that as captain of the guards, he is meant to be informed of any time that the guards are given a mission or task.”

silence follows my outburst and it feels like my heart is beating in my ears. harry’s eyes are staring into mine and i can’t decipher any of his emotions. he pulls me into a hug and i bury my face into his chest for a moment. his heart is beating steadily and it feels like i’m drowning in his cologne that i’ve grown to enjoy. he always smells like sandalwood and cinnamon.

i let myself breathe in slowly before exhaling and pulling back from the hug. the anger has subsided into slight annoyance at the guards so i wave my hand and announce, “guards, you are all dismissed and can return back to your stations. be sure to report this incident back to my father.”

they all walk out the room orderly with their heads lowered out of respect and probably shame. i watch them all leave before turning back to harry and poking him in the chest again, “if i hear one word from the tailors about you giving them a hard time, i will personally break into your room tonight and file down your hook until it is just a pile of fucking metal shavings. understood?”

despite the threat, harry smiles at me warmly and taps my nose lightly, “anything for you, darling.”

ignoring the tailor’s eyes on me, i flip harry off and as i walk out, i hear him say to everyone in the room, “my lass, she’s just the cutest when she’s mad.”

harry’s fittings went perfectly to plan (as he claims) or he managed to convince them to not snitch on anything he did (which is likely).

he finds me in the ballroom as i listen to the music playing from the speakers and let it all echo around me emptily. i see him enter as i look around and imagine all the elegantly-dressed people filling the room and dancing for hours. i dread it all.

harry seems to have a pep in his step as he practically bounces to the middle of the ballroom to stand next to me. he grins down at me and laughs, “is this really what i signed up for?”

i ignore him and use my phone to play another song. the speakers begin to play the beginning piano notes and i sway slightly to the music. harry sighs and steps in front of me to force me to look at him.

i stare up at him blankly and watch as he frowns, “princess, are ye still mad at me?”

the ballroom is filled with the piano notes still as i just blink up at him, but his blue eyes finally get me to crack under their intensity. huffing out a breath, i poke his chest in frustration, “no, harry, i’m not mad.”

he rubs his chest where i have poked him multiple times today and his bottom lip juts out as he asks, “well, then what are ye feeling about me? because it seems like mad from what i can see.”

i break eye contact and look around the room to buy some time as i try to think of an answer.

harry, i wouldn’t be so confused if i knew what i felt about you.

shrugging, i keep my voice light and joking as i answer him, “harry, i don’t think there are words to describe how i feel about you.”

i don’t think i’ve ever spoken any truer words.

harry tilts his head as he ponders over my words. he clicks his tongue and runs a hand through his unruly black hair, “i guess ye will just have to find a way to show me how ye feel, darling.”

i nod my head and bitterly think to myself, “easier said than fucking done, harry,” but i stay silent.

the final chords of je te laisserai des mots is echoing around us and i smile as it ends. i decide to change the topic.

“i wish that they would play that kinda song at the ball. they usually play more of the classics and they’ll have an actual band together somewhere over there.”

i gesture towards the end furthest from the entrance near a large window that looks over the back garden and out to the sea.

harry seems thankful that i dropped the attitude i had towards him as he whistles lowly and sighs, “ye do know that i don’t know how to do the fancy people dance right?”

laughing, i step away from harry and spin myself with my arms wide open, “we got all this space to practice, captain. what are you waiting for?”

he doesn’t move so i grab his hands and adjust his stance until he’s in the correct posture. reaching into my back pocket, i grab my phone and click the next song on my practice playlist.

violins fill the room and slowly a harp joins the orchestra. i take a step and harry hesitantly follows my step. he looks down at his feet, but i instantly use my hand to force him to look back at me.

smiling at him reassuringly, i wink and promise, “you’re the only person i’ll ever bother teaching how to dance so just trust me, harry.”

he relaxes at my words, but still playfully raises his eyebrows and asks, “only me?”

i mimic his voice and repeat his words he had said to me before, “only you, darling.”

he laughs and scrunches his nose at me, “ye know, yer scottish accent is absolute shit.”

i briefly pull my hand from his to slap his shoulder, but we continue to dance and laugh together. each time he throws his head back as he laughs, i suck in a breath and feel mesmerized temporarily.

he moves gracefully and learns the dance easily so i show him the outline for the kingdom dance that we will have to do at the festival, but don’t bother playing the music so that he can focus on the moves.

i watch him as he continues to practice while i take a break, sitting down on the floor and leaning against the wall as i sip on some water i had brought with me. he manages to run through the whole dance, though slowly, but makes no mistakes.

i can tell that he temporarily forgot that i was still watching or maybe he just didn’t care, but i watch as he jumps out of excitement. snorting, i stand up and run over to join his celebration.

when he sees me approaching, his whole face lights up even more. he instantly picks me up and begins spinning me around as he talks at the speed of light.

“oh my god, lass, did ye see me? i did it and i didnt mess up! i’m light as a feather on me feet and did it all. aren’t ye proud of me, darling?”

i’m giggling uncontrollably and i wrap my arms and legs around him to steady myself so he doesn’t accidentally drop me. nodding my head excitedly, i beam at him, “yes, harry, oh my god! you did so good, i didn’t think you would get it all learned today!”

in my excitement and the joy of the moment, i lean forward and kiss his cheek without thinking about it.

shock rushes over me like cold water when i feel his skin pressed to my lips. my eyes widen and i stiffen out of fear of his reaction.

but harry continues on like he didn’t even notice the gesture. he spins me around happily and brags, “it helps that i had the best teacher, ye know.”

i break out of my shock and manage to chuckle at him.

we celebrate for a little longer before a servant arrives (and looks a little bashful to interrupt us while we’re sitting on the ballroom floor and i still am wrapped up in his arms) and announces that dinner is being served in half an hour.

i nod at the servant and move to de tangle myself from harry, but he pulls me back again for one last hug. then we go our separate ways to shower before dinner.

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chapter 9

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chasing the ocean: part 9

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when harry starts the engine of the motorcycle this time, i’m either too tired to be scared or i’m still in a tranquil state of peace from the sunset that i don’t get scared or squeeze him any tighter. it helps that he is driving noticeably slower and taking the curves more carefully.

trapped halfway in a daze from the wind hitting my face and just being completely sleep-deprived, i feel a burst of confidence. i don’t hesitate as i unravel my arms from around his torso and spread my arms out by my side.

my hair whips around in the wind and i close my eyes as i just focus on how free i feel in the moment. the weight of any stress or guilt that had been on my shoulders for the past month flying away.

the motorcycle slows down even more for a second and i open my eyes to see harry’s head swivel. even through the helmet, i can hear him yell, “i thought ye fucking fell off.”

laughing, i shake my head and wrap my arms loosely around his torso as i lean forward to yell next to his ear, “it’s not that easy to get rid of me.”

when we arrived back at the parking lot of the castle, i climb off and i’m only a little shaky in the knees, which is a massive improvement. harry still throws his arm over my shoulder and we begin the walk back to the castle.

the sun is beginning to peak over the treetops as we reach the front gardens and harry is laughing as he recalls, “i turned around and ye should’ve seen how much fun ye were having. princess, ye know i was right.”

i roll my eyes and elbow him softly in his side, “yeah, yeah. whatever you say, captain.”

his lips are pulled into a huge smile and he taps his feet excitedly for a second. as we enter the castle, i see the guard who normally stands outside my door waiting for us.

yanking the keys out of harry’s hand, i quickly hand it back to him and apologize, “i’m so sorry, david, i really didnt-“

david slyly slides the keys back into his pocket and stiffly answers, “princess y/n, i’m not sure what you’re talking about. all i know is i heard a noise down the hall last night and when i came back to my post, you had gone for a walk in the gardens with mr. hook.”

blinking in surprise, i look up at harry and see him wink at david before shaking his hand, “thanks, lad.”

harry tugs on my shoulder gently and leads me to the stairs. i finally break out of my shock and sputter out, “wait, wait. you didn’t actually steal the motorcycle?”

shaking his head proudly, harry smirks at me and whispers, “no, i just paid him with some money you left lying around back at auradon and he gave me the keys.”

before i can respond, harry is running down the hall and cackling. i shake my head with a smile that makes my cheeks hurt as i yell after him, “you’re gonna pay for that, hook.”

and with that, i’m running after him.

“-the economy is thriving just as much as your highness said it would. and plans for the annual lantern festival are almost fully finished aside from a few finishing details that still need royal approval.”

my eyes almost slip close, but i manage to subtly jerk myself back awake in time before the older man, who was presenting the kingdom updates of the day, or my parents could tell.

the only sleep i had gotten was the three hours before harry woke me and the hour long nap on the docks. once we got back to the castle, we went to our respective rooms to shower and by the time we arrived to breakfast, my parents had already decided that i needed to sit in on the meetings of the day.

i told harry that he was pretty much free to go wherever he wants on the castle grounds as long as he had david with him, which apparently threw off his plans considering he immediately returned to his room.

instead of getting to return to my room, i was brought to the dress room and put into formal attire. from there, i was ushered into the throne room where i have been sitting for the past four hours straight. the older man has been blabbering uselessly and talking formally in an attempt to win their favor, despite me being in charge for the day. my parents had elected to have me manage the meetings as further practice for when i become queen once i graduate from auradon as we had previously agreed.

looking up at the clock on the wall, i feel my stomach start to growl and i barely suppress a sigh of annoyance as the man flips a page in his notes to continue speaking. thankfully, mom cuts him off before he can continue rattling on.

“thank you very much, sir lentley. your attention to detail is greatly appreciated, which is why we are promoting you to finalizing the details for the festival. we trust your opinion greatly and are preoccupied with a guest and spending as much time as possible with our daughter.”

the man looks like he’s about to go into a lengthy and formal speech of his gratification for the promotion, but dad raises his hand and speaks, “no need, but if you don’t mind, we promised our guest that we would attend lunch with him.”

with that, sir lentley nodded his head like a broken bobble head and was on his way. i sigh in relief and sink into my throne, finally breaking from the perfect posture i had held.

dad slides out of his throne and lays down on the red carpet as he groans, “i hate meetings before a festival.”

mom chuckles at her husband and kicks off her heels as she reminds him, “you’re the one who thought it would be great to get someone to announce the daily reports rather than just have it printed out and brought to our room.”

my eyes widen in betrayal and i gasp, “you’re the reason we have to sit in more formal meetings?”

dad slowly stands from the ground and brushes off his clothes, “yeah so funny story…”

mom and i glare at him and he just raises his hands in surrender, “i’m going to lunch. see you there sweetheart. i’ll save you a seat next to me wifey, but me and hennington are going to start without you two if you take too long to catch up.”

“dad, i don’t even think hennington is a name.”

the door shuts behind him and i snort at his antics. mom sighs from her throne beside me and shrugs, “that’s your father.”

i look up at her incredulously and laugh, “that’s your husband.”

she cracks a smile and stares at the throne beside her where his crown is still sitting, “yep and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

if there was ever one fact in life that i could always count on for as long as i can remember, it is that my parents are as in love as they were the day they married. if not, more.

taking my crown off and setting it down in my lap, i stare down at it. i only have a couple more months before i’m set to take the oath that makes me the official ruler of eroda. i’ve trained my entire life and deep down, i know i’m more than prepared and that my parents would be by my side to guide me. but that doesn’t mean i feel ready to be queen.

“so, what did you think about the meeting?”

tearing my gaze from the sparkling crown in my lap, i look up into mom’s giant green eyes and as always, i feel like she can read my every thought.

shrugging a shoulder, i run through every mental note i had made while i was still paying attention, “well, i know that our trade deals have been lacking comparatively to previous years because most of the gardeners aren’t certain that they can ship their flowers since we’ve cut back on using vehicles to ship goods. but i was thinking about maybe we can start trading pressed flowers if we talk to some allies and create a demand for them-“

“y/n.”

hearing my name, my thought process is brought to an immediate halt and i stop talking.

mom shakes her head and smiles, “i know you already have plenty of ideas for the kingdom. i was asking about how you would change the meeting itself. no one expects you to rule the kingdom exactly like me and your dad. change is okay.”

i nod slowly and look around the throne room. in a few months, i will be queen and sitting in the middle throne. the throne room will be remodeled to how i choose after my coronation to symbolize the shift of power.

finally, i turn back to mom and answer, “no offense to sir lentley, but i’m going to find a replacement for him.”

mom nods in understanding, but stays silent, which prompts me to continue speaking, “i think it would be someone that i’m already familiar with and am used to being around. i need to hear the updates as they are and not as formal as possible so i need someone who feels secure speaking freely to me.”

her eyes seem pleasantly surprised and she teases me, “oh, so you’re still going to have meetings?”

i laugh and roll my eyes at her, “yeah, in my pajamas.”

we share a laugh before she casually adds, “yeah, i wouldn’t make it a habit to spend all night with harry before days when you have meetings.”

i point at her, “to be fair, you didn’t mention the meeting- wait.”

mom is biting her lip to hide her smile and my jaw is dropped until i see pascal turn a deep red and hide behind her neck to avoid my gaze.

“oh my god, you’re kidding me. the fucking lizard snitched on me?”

bursting into laughter, mom waves her hand flippantly at me, “don’t worry, i’m the only one who knows. your dad is oblivious, but i could tell you kept napping during the meeting.”

i groan and put my head in my hands before looking up confused, “wait, if you only saw me napping, then how’d you know i was with harry last night?”

she looks at me incredulously and picks her shoes up from the ground, standing and crossing the room as she calls over her shoulder, “well, i’m not stupid, y/n. i see the way you two were looking at each other at breakfast.”

with that, she leaves me in the throne room with a flushed face and a lizard that had fallen off her shoulder.

“ya know, pascal, sometimes i wish you would shut up.”

lunch passed quickly aside from harry’s teasing remarks about my formal gown. dad would laugh along until mom elbowed him, which would cause him to clear his throat and act like he was preoccupied with his food. anytime i shot back a retaliation at harry, mom would give me a look until harry would snicker happily.

once we finished eating, mom wipes her mouth on her napkin before reminding me, “don’t forget that you’re taking harry to the snuggly duckling today. we called ahead and let them know to expect you, y/n.”

sitting up in my seat, i excitedly bounce, “oh my god, you’re right! when is the driver going to be here?”

she looks up the clock before tilting her head as she thinks, “you have about half an hour before he gets here , i think.”

i grin and tell everyone that i’m going to change into casual clothes before the driver arrives. as i’m leaving , i hear harry ask what the snuggly duckling and dad patting his shoulder as he sighs, “good luck, humpty.”

stepping out of the limo, harry looks at me in confusion when he sees a dirt path. i shrug and tell him, “this part of the woods is protected by an environmental protection act that we put into place a couple years ago so we made sure that they wouldn’t pave a road down this way.”

harry groans and throws his head back as he stomps his foot childishly, “we gotta walk?”

rolling my eyes, i grab the hand that isn’t holding his hook and drag him behind me, “come on, captain, it won’t hurt you to use your land legs for a little bit.”

the dirt path is lit by the sunlight breaking through the leaves of the trees. it’s peaceful as the only noises that can be heard during the walk is the birds chirping and the leaves crunching beneath our feet.

harry breaks the silence and asks, “so, lass, what makes this place so special?”

smiling at the thought of the little pub, i look up at harry and answer, “it’s mostly the people that make it special, to be honest. but, it also is where i have my birthday every year.”

harry scrunches his nose and asks, “why not at the castle?”

i grimace at the thought of it and shake my head, “hell no. the castle would be a huge gift ceremony followed be an exclusive dinner with a giant ball and a bunch of people i don’t know.”

the corner of harry’s lip quirks upwards and he jokes, “better than the birthday parties on the isle.”

i shove his shoulder and shake my head with a smile, “no, i didn’t mean it like that, dumbass. i’m grateful for everything i have and i love my people, but it’s nice to just be normal, ya know?”

nodding his head, harry’s smirk drops a little as he agrees, “aye, i understand the feeling.”

i bite my lip and want to say something else, but i look up to see the old wooden sign. nudging harry softly, i point at it and grin happily, “harry hook, welcome to the snuggly duckling.”

harry stares blankly at the oddly angular building covered in moss before humming, “how cute.”

rolling my eyes, i step in front of him and cross my arms over my chest, “i’m gonna need some more enthusiasm from you because you are the first guest i’ve ever brought here. ever.”

harry’s eyebrows furrow and he tilts his head in confusion, eyes darting back to the old building, “i thought you have your birthday parties here.”

i nod and inform him, “it’s a pretty small event. anyone who gets invited is already a regular here so this is the first time i’m bringing a new person.”

with that, i grab his hand again and drag him all the way up to the door. from the outside, i can hear the loud conversations and laughter from the rambunctious group inside. the smell of beer and sweat fills my nose and i smile slightly at the familiarity of it all.

throwing the door open, i hear the music come to a halt and the whole pub is silent for a moment until i hear hookman yell from the back, “ITS Y/N!”

cheers immediately follow and a wave of people rush forward and i’m pulled away from harry before i can realize as all of the big men pull me into gentle hugs. despite how fast everyone is moving and talking, i look around and notice that all of the regulars really did come back today so i know mom wasn’t lying when she said that she let them know we were coming.

suddenly, the pub goes silent again and i notice everyone staring at the front of the pub. that’s when i notice that attila and vladimir have harry held up against the door and are glaring at him intimidatingly.

my eyes widen and i’m seconds from yelling at them to drop him when he says something that i can’t hear. a few seconds pass before i see those around him pull out various weapons. this is when i decide it’s my time to step in.

pushing through the crowd to get back to harry, i finally get through and announce, “everyone, this is my friend, harry. harry, this is my extended family.”

i hear a lot of them grumbling behind me so i look over my shoulder and they instantly stop. smiling at attila and vladimir, i wait until they drop him back onto his feet before i grab his arm and pull him with me to the back where hookman is.

i find the bald man with the mustache sitting at the piano like normal and i quickly rush forward to give him a hug. he laughs happily and pinches my cheek gently with his right hand, “ah yes, there’s my y/n. where have ya been?”

pointing over my shoulder to harry, who is currently being stared down by at least three guys, i joke, “i’ve been making sure that harry stays out of trouble and i figured you could help me.”

hookman arches his eyebrow and leans down to my eye level to ask me, “do i need to kill that guy?”

shaking my head, i elbow him and chastise, “no, i need you to tell the other guys to be nice to him.”

i can see how reluctant hookman is to do it so i pull out the trick that has worked ever since before i could walk. my bottom lip wobbles on command and i stare up at hookman with wide eyes, “c’mon uncle hook, ya gotta help me out.”

harry’s head shoots up at the mention of a hook, but i’m staring straight up at hookman. finally, he sighs and lifts his left hand-er, well hook.

he slams the hook across the piano keys, which sends a few flying off to the side and silence crosses the pub once more. i turn to face the crowd that is staring at me and hookman and smile widely at the men i had grown up surrounded by.

“okay, listen up here. y/n came back to visit you lousy fucks so the least we can do is not hurt her friend, gary-“

“harry.”

hookman continues like i never corrected him, “if i see anyone other than me and attila being mean to the kid, we’re gonna have an issue. understood?”

the men all mumble incoherently, but i smile brightly knowing that it’s the best i’m going to get out of them. from then on, everything went pretty smoothly.

i lost track of harry because of the line of guys who were waiting for their turn to catch up with me, but i had full faith that hookman would keep his promise.

after an hour, i find out how well hookman kept his promise when i find him and harry at the bar comparing hooks and happily laughing together.

i take a seat on the stool next to harry as hookman begins telling him the story of how my parents found this place and became official members of the unofficial family.

harry turns to me in shock and almost shouts over the loud noises around us, “your dad was a criminal?”

hookman and i laugh as i point at the archway above the stage. harry follows the direction i pointed and finally sees the wanted poster that is framed and hanging up there. scrunching his face, harry laughs, “damn, they really got his nose wrong in that picture.”

hookman and i share a look of relief that dad wasn’t here to hear that so we can be spared from his usual rant of how no one ever gets his nose right in drawings. instead, hookman points his hook at me fondly and grins, “see, kid, y/n is pretty much our family around here. we helped raise her as one of us.”

harry looks over at me and i’m sure he was still finding it hard to believe. seeing me sitting in this dingy old pub surrounded by big, burly ex-convicts all while i’m wearing a baby blue sweater and a white tennis skirt probably didn’t help him process it. but it was entirely true.

the karaoke machine that the guys installed for my eighth birthday party was still sitting at the side of the stage and is frequently used whenever i visit during the summers. behind the bar, i have a special cup reserved specifically for me and they keep my favorite sodas and juices refrigerated in the back just in case i make a special appearance. in the far right corner of the pub, is the booth where the guys have lined up to let me practice makeup on them for the past four years. despite the vastly difference in appearance between me and the pub, the snuggly duckling is one the few places where i feel completely normal and accepted.

hookman nudges harry and squints his eyes in anticipation, “so, what’s your story?”

harry frowns in confusion and shrugs halfheartedly, “i don’t really have a story.”

this statement somehow manages to catch shorty’s attention. shorty is the oldest of the regulars in the pub and for some reason, no one can ever convince him to keep his clothes on while he drinks, but he always leaves a diaper on so we all just ignore him for the most part.

“wuhhh, no way! everyone’s gots to have a story to ‘em!”

except for when he drunkenly yells at the top of his lungs like that.

all of the guys who were still nearby turn to face us and big nose speaks up first, “yeah, man, we all have stories. what’s yours?”

harry seems slightly thrown off guard by the attention being suddenly turned on him once again, but he doesn’t let it show on his face, “i just really don’t got one, lads.”

hookman shakes his head and sighs, “you’re just like flynn.”

i almost speak up, but hookman’s stool squeals loudly as he pushes back from the bar and stands. placing his hand on harry’s shoulder, he spins harry around and begins to use his hook to point at people as he speaks.

“big nose here spent his entire life looking for love, but he was always too shy to talk to any of the gals because of his nose. but then he met assunta and now he never shuts up about how in love he is. it’s fucking disgusting, but he’s happy so we just let him talk.”

they turn slightly to the left and hookman points at another person, “vladimir’s grandmother left behind a ceramic unicorn for him and for most of his life, that was all he had. now, he has a whole collection of them and he travels sometimes to find more.”

i smile at the big man wearing a helmet with horns on it as he pulls out one of his prized unicorns. it’s a light lavender color with an iridescent horn and i recognize it as the one i commissioned from a local artist for his christmas gift a few years back.

hookman continues to point as various people and tell their stories.

“gunther is an interior designer and he designs for the royal family and local shops in the town.”

“killer teaches after-school sewing classes to the kids who are in low income families so that they can fix their clothes and potentially make things that can be sold.”

“fang does puppet shows for the elderly whenever they get tired of playing bingo at the senior center.”

hookman finally turns back to harry and by now, almost everyone in the pub is staring at him curiously as hookman repeats his question, “so, what’s your story?”

sighing deeply, harry shifts on the bar stool and clears his throat, “well, i’m the son of captain hook and one of the last vk’s to come to auradon.”

i frown and shake my head at harry, “that’s not your story.”

harry’s blue eyes meet mine and i can almost see the thoughts swirling in his brain as he seems to be ashamed of himself for who his father is and where he came from.

i struggle to find words to explain myself more, but hookman does it for me as he taps his hook on harry’s chest.

“your story isn’t your past, harry. everyone in this room has been to jail numerous times aside from the two of you. but i didn’t tell you that vladimir is a thief or that fang used to get in street fights weekly. i told you about who they became.”

harry’s still staring at his dad’s hook that is in his hands so i gently rest my hand on top of his and reassure him, “your surroundings don’t define you anymore. your story is who you choose to be, not who you were when you were trying to survive.”

hookman turns to the crowd and gives them a look, which spurs them all into going back to their normal activities and giving the three of us some privacy. he returns to his stool and we all sit in silence for a moment until he turns back to harry with the nicest smile he can muster.

“kid, it’s okay to not have your whole story written yet. but it is worth something to start thinking about. you wouldn’t want to be like y/n over there.”

i throw my head back laughing before balling up a napkin on the bar and tossing at hookman, “that’s so not fair, uncle hook!”

he holds his hands up in surrender and chuckles as he shakes his head, “i’m just saying, you’re running out of time as a princess.”

we suddenly hear a commotion near the door and hookman sighs deeply before giving me a look that makes me giggle. we both know shorty just broke something while wobbling around drunkenly so hookman wordlessly gets up to go take shorty outside.

harry looks deep in thought until he turns to me with an arched eyebrow, “what did he mean by you’re running out of time?”

my smile slips off of my face and i let my hands fiddle with the hem of my sweater as i try to keep my voice neutral.

“well, my parents made a deal with me that i won’t become queen until i graduate from auradon, which is pretty good compared to ben who has to run a kingdom while trying to pass chemistry. but now, i’m a couple months away from that and i still haven’t figured out my story.”

he seems shocked by this information and like he’s trying to make sense of it all, “wait, ye only got a couple months until yer stuck running this whole kingdom? and why can’t ye run a kingdom and figure out yer story? and why is this whole story thing so important to all of ye ‘round here?”

i chuckle at the questions and twist on the stool so my body is facing him. he does the same, but spreads his legs wider since our stools are so close together that our were touching. i kick my feet out and rest them on the footrest of his stool and think over my answers before speaking.

“yes, only a couple months. and i technically could make my story then, but it won’t be the same then.”

harry leans closer to hear me better and to show that he’s fully paying attention to every word.

“basically, every great ruler has something that they’re driven by. a passion or like a dream. my mom’s before she found out she was royal was that she wanted to see the lanterns. when she became a ruler, her passion was to make sure that people had an equal opportunity to chase their dreams, despite their pasts.”

harry furrows his eyebrows and i can see a little bit of anger in his blue eyes as he bitterly asks, “but she was okay with leaving kids locked up on the isle for crimes they didn’t commit?”

i frown and lean back defensively before i correct him, “not at all, but eroda is part of the united states of auradon. which means that ben’s parents have a final say on the isle and that any actions she took to remove people would be treason. the best she could do was keep as many of our criminals within our kingdom as possible.”

i can’t read harry’s facial expression, so i just continue to speak, “she put into place rehabilitation programs for our criminals and managed to lower the crime rate almost over night. the only person that she couldn’t save from the isle was mother gothel, but you can’t blame her for not fighting to save her.”

harry nods at this so i return back to my original topic, “i mean, everything my mom has done as queen is great and the people love her, but that’s not my dream or passion. plus, she’s already done everything that we can for the time being. so, i’ve spent most of my life surrounding myself with a variety of people, hobbies, social issues, everything. and there’s so many things that i plan on addressing and fixing or improving and all of that is great, but none of it is my story.”

letting my words wash over him, harry slowly nods and continues for me, “and if ye haven’t found yer story in the castle or the kingdom yet, then it’s clearly not here. so when you become the ruler, it’s gonna be almost impossible to get away from it to look for it.”

i almost feel tears prick my eyes from the relief i feel in knowing that someone finally understands it. i finally have someone who understands my fear of living my whole life by just doing the things that should be done and never anything that makes me feel alive. i’ve spent years desperately trying to explain it to ben, lonnie, and jane. i’ve even tried to explain it to carlos and evie, but no one could comprehend why i would need just one purpose when i already have plans on how to address so many issues. but finally, i have someone who understands why i want a story.

the relief and happiness is flooding through me as i lean closer to harry and excitedly ramble, “exactly! i mean, everytime i look at hookman playing piano or gunther designing or anybody in here living their story- they just look so fulfilled with their life. it’s like they’re doing exactly what they were born to be doing and they could do it for forever without being bored.”

harry nods and in his eyes, i can see that he knows how i feel from his own experience as he joins in, “yes and they do it because it’s what they chose, not what was chosen for them.”

we both grin at each other and i can’t stop myself from leaping off my stool to stand between his legs and hug him closely. just like the first time i hugged him, harry seems tense and hesitant at first. after a moment though, i feel his arms wrap around me loosely and his chin rests on the top of my head for a second.

he lets me hug him tightly for as long as i need to and when i finally let go, he laughs and jokes, “ye weren’t kidding when ye said ye would take any chance ye could to feel me up.”

i laugh with him and try to ignore how warm my cheeks get as i wink at him, “i never lie, hook.”

suddenly, we’re interrupted by the sound of the karaoke machine starting and one quick look tells me that big nose has had a few too many to drink and that we’re about to be serenaded with a song confessing his love for assunta. i hear shorty shout from the back that he sucks so i quickly remedy the insult by yelling to big nose, “you’re a great singer, uncle big! don’t listen to him!”

seconds later, it sounds like a goose is choking as he attempts to hit a high note to start the song off. i wince, but keep the fake smile on my face in case big nose looks my way for encouragement.

harry smugly stares at me with an arched eyebrow so i roll my eyes and correct my previous statement, “okay, but i never lie to you, harry.”

by the time shorty found his way to the karaoke machine, harry and i had decided it was time to head back to the castle for dinner.

he trailed behind me loosely as i hugged everyone and made promises to visit again before the end of the week. some of the guys would clap on harry’s back or shake his hand and the look of surprise in his eyes every time would make my lips turn up a little more. once we reached the door and i was hugging hookman, my cheeks were hurting from the smile covering my face.

we walk out the door, but i hear hookman call out to us before we could get too far.

harry and i share a look of confusion as we turn back to him. hookman strolls over to us and he squints his eyes at harry intimidatingly, “who do you think you are, kid?”

silence pans on for a second and harry is struggling for words as hookman finally cracks a smile.

“you can’t leave without a hug.”

my chest is warm as harry is pulled into a giant bear hug. harry laughs when hookman picks him up and sways him. when he’s placed back down on his feet, hookman rests his hand on his shoulder and taps his hook against harry’s chest, “you don’t realize it yet, kid, but i can tell that you’re story is gonna be one worth telling the world about.”

for the first time since i’ve met harry hook, he is completely speechless. his jaw is dropped slightly and from the way his eyes are darting across hookman’s face, i can tell that this is a defining moment for him. the glimmer of hope that i saw in him on the docks is back and brighter now.

hookman looks around the woods surrounding the snuggly duckling and shrugs as he continues, “i know it ain’t much out here, but if you leave auradon and find yourself looking for a place… you’ll always have one here with us.”

harry nods slowly and swallows harshly as he rasps, “i appreciate that.”

i look away from harry when i notice him tearing up. i know that he prefers no one ever seeing him in a vulnerable state so i give him some privacy in the moment. nodding at hookman in thanks, i step back and stand at the edge of the tree line near the start of the path back to the limo to wait for harry.

when harry finally comes to stand by my side after spending a couple more minutes talking to hookman, we begin walking in silence.

i keep my eyes focused on the dirty path and let harry have some time to think things over.

he breaks the silence when we can no longer hear the quiet rumble of voices and the karaoke machine behind us.

“so, does a story have to be a hobby?”

his voice is low and quiet, but i can hear the shakiness in his voice still. my eyes dart over to check on him and see his face is mostly neutral aside from a newfound determination in him. his shoulders are set and he walks with his head held up as high as he did the first day i met him in auradon. i hadn’t even noticed how much his cocky attitude had diminished until this moment as i stare up at him, confidence rolling off of him in waves.

shaking my head, i clear my throat and inform him, “not at all. big nose’s is assunta and his love for her. hookman’s is playing piano. it’s more like your purpose, ya know? like the reason why you get up everyday and keep trying.”

harry looks over and our eyes meet. his eyes have never looked as blue as they did in that moment. i can see the emotions and thoughts swirling behind his eyes as he pieces together my words.

i briefly break eye contact to watch my steps as i avoid a hole in the path that was probably caused by some animal.

“what about your dad?”

glancing back up, i see him staring straight ahead as we walk. he abruptly wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. i follow his gaze to see a tree branch that would’ve hit me directly in the face since i hadn’t been watching where i was walking. i mutter a thanks before answering his question, staying aware of my surroundings now.

“um, well… my dad’s story is his passion for the orphanage probably.”

harry seems surprised and in a slightly raised tone, he asks, “not yer mum?”

i laugh and shake my head, “they’re best friends and in love, but you’ve never seen him talk about the orphanage.”

kicking a rock and watching it bounce off the path and into a bush, i bite my lip as i choose my next words carefully.

“see, my dad grew up in the same orphanage that they met me in. the doctors had just told them that even if my mom managed to get pregnant, the likelihood of her carrying the baby full term was extremely low. and the likelihood of a miscarriage was really high.”

a lump is lodged in my throat as i remember the look in my mom’s eyes when she had first told me the story of how i was adopted. the pain that flashed through them as she repeated the words that doctors had told her resonates in my brain. but the joy that lit up her whole body when she reached the part in the story of meeting me? it brings chills to my arms even thinking about it.

“my mom was heartbroken. but my dad knew this was the perfect opportunity to help a kid in need. so, at least once a week for months, they volunteered at the orphanage. they would read stories and play with the kids. they would’ve adopted all of them if they thought any of those kids would actually enjoy the pressure of royal life. they waited and waited until they could find the perfect kid for their situation.”

harry snorts and nudges my shoulder teasingly, “yer too humble, princess.”

i laugh, nudging him back, and defend myself, “i’m just retelling the story the way i’ve always heard it.”

looking ahead, i can see the shine of the limo window in the far distance, but continue to walk at leisurely pace. over the past few days, harry hook had been tolerable to be around so i found myself enjoying spending time away from the hustle and bustle of the castle even if it was with him.

“wait, so if yer adopted… how did you get the glowy hair thing?”

i laugh at the way his face is scrunched in confusion before sighing, “well, after they adopted me, the kingdom was beyond excited to have a princess. i was actually adopted on my mom’s birthday so we celebrate our birthdays together.”

harry seems confused where the story is going, but listens intently, “the lantern festival that year was the biggest one the kingdom has ever had. there were millions of people present to release a floating lantern. but with that many people, it meant that it was easy for some people to go unnoticed.”

this time as i remember my mom’s face as she told the story, i have chills again, but for an entirely different reason. my mom is known as the most peaceful, patient, and loving ruler that eroda has ever seen. but anytime she recalls this part of the story, i see a quiet rage overtake her face that i never see otherwise.

“this was right after the curse was placed on the isle, which accidentally brought back all villains back to life. we didn’t know it at the time, but mother gothel was alive again and she wanted to destroy my parent’s happiness in the easiest way she could think of. so, she snuck into the castle disguised as a servant and poisoned me.”

harry stumbles over his feet abruptly and i hold my arm out to steady him. his eyes are amusingly wide as he sputters, “the fuck ye mean she poisoned ye?”

laughing, i shrug and answer, “exactly that. the guards arrested her, but the doctors couldn’t cure me with medicine and i had a limited amount of time. they sent a search party and managed to miraculously find a sun drop flower.”

we climb in the limo and harry sinks into the seat next to me. he hands me his hook as rubs his hands over his face. the hook is heavier than i had expected and the handle is worn from how much harry carries it around. i twist the hook around as harry sits in his thoughts.

he breathes a laugh and holds a strand of hair in front of my eyes, “lass, i know ye got magic hair and shit, but how are ye supposed to be my lucky charm when ye got the worst luck? like an orphan then ye got poisoned?”

i laugh and push his shoulder. he shakes his head in disbelief and mumbles, “ye deadass almost met yer birth parents right after ye got adopted.”

my eyes widen and my jaw drops as i begin laughing without being able to stop myself.

“god, harry, you’re so fucked up for that one.”

he snickers to himself before leaning closer to my face and brushing the strand of hair that he had been holding behind my ear. i can feel his warm breath fanning over my face and my cheeks flush as i stare up into his blue eyes.

the limo rocks slightly from a bump and we are impossibly close to each other now, but neither of us back away. i become distinctly aware that i can feel his lips ghosting over mine and if the limo hits one more bump, then our lips will touch.

harry’s eyes are flickering all over my face and his smirk seems to just get bigger when he looks at my red cheeks and wide eyes.

“yeah, i’m a lil fucked up,” his voice just a mere whisper, “but ye know ye love it.”

his eyes are tempting me, beckoning me closer. i can tell that he is leaving me in charge of setting the pace and making the move, which i appreciate but also despise him for. my thoughts are running to the best of my racing heart as i try to think through what the effects this will have.

i try to consider my feelings for harry, but it all feels so muddled. less than a week ago, i could barely stand being in the same room as him and any conversation would turn into a screaming match between us. but now, i found myself enjoying being around him and smiling anytime we were together. fuck, i let him convince me to get a matching tattoo with him.

but then i remember that after this week, we go back to auradon and there’s no way to know how he’ll act. because even though people were still scared of him, that didn’t change how many girls constantly fawned over him and how often he would flirt with anyone who gave him the time of day.

that thought shocks me back to reality and i let myself run a hand through his surprisingly soft hair as i try my best to look completely unaffected. i grin up at him and ask, “says who, captain?”

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chasing the ocean: part 8

author’s note: this one is big ole chapter so y’all better buckle in for this one. i’ve decided that i really like their friendship that they’ve built because i feel like harry is just crazy enough to convince y/n to do some shit that she normally wouldn’t so i really explored that in this part.

warnings: cursing, brief mention of needles kinda?

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after dinner, my parents wished us goodnight and then they attempted to leave as formally informal as possible until dad challenged mom to a race. they bolted out the door in a giggling mess of limbs as they pushed each other aside to try to win, even though we all knew dad would somehow ‘accidentally’ trip at the last second and mom would win.

harry and i walked out of the dining room together, but we went to our rooms in silence. i took my shower and pulled on an oversized hoodie that i had stolen from dad a long time ago and some comfy shorts since in the middle of dinner, i had dropped a slice of pizza on myself while harry was telling my parents about how i had lost him in town.

within half an hour of dinner ending, i was in my bed preparing for a good nights of sleep.

that was until i woke up to a rapid and loud knocking sound at my door.

jumping up out of fear of what was happening and if it would wake anyone else up down the hall, i ran to the door sleepily and opened it to harry’s grinning face. he was holding the hook up like he was going to use it to knock some more so i quickly snatched it out of his hand.

“i swear if you knock on the door one more time, i’m going to take this hook and-“

he pushes past me into my room and in one swift move, he had taken his hook right out of my hands. i barely have a second to react before he pulls me in the room as well and shuts the door behind me. pushing my against the door and pressing the hook underneath my chin, he tilts his head and his grin just keeps getting bigger as he leans in close.

“and what, lass? you’re gonna do what?”

rolling my eyes, i push his hook away and brush past harry as i cross the room to my nightstand to turn my lamp. the light fills the room so i can finally see that harry was changed out of his pajamas and back into his regular clothes, which adds to my confusion.

“what are you even doing here, harry? it’s literally-“

i glance to my right and see that the clock is illuminated with the numbers 2:43 AM.

“harry, it’s almost three in the morning. why the fuck am i awake?”

snickering at me, harry starts picking up random items he finds as he tsks at me, “princess, if i didn’t know any better, i’d think ye were sleeping beauty’s kid from how much ye are always sleeping. don’t even get me started on yer snoring.”

my eyes widen and i feel my cheeks redden so i grab the closest pillow to me, throwing it at him with as much force as possible. the pillow hits his leg and falls to the ground unceremoniously, but he just kicks it aside as he walks over to stand next to me.

“anyways, lass, i’ve come because i was promised that i could choose an activity for today.”

my jaw drops and i sputter, “wait, wait, wait. i meant like during the daytime, dumbass. besides, what all is there to do at three in the morning?”

harry smirks at me and leans down to turn off my lamp. it takes a second for my eyes to adjust so that i can see harry in the small amount of moonlight filling the room. his eyes almost look silver and his teeth shine brightly at me when he grins like he has a secret.

“don’t underestimate me, princess. we’re going on an adventure.”

it took us about twenty minutes to ‘sneak’ out of the castle. it would have only taken us five if harry would’ve let us leave after i told the guard who stands at my door that we were leaving, but harry had other plans.

pressing himself flat against the wall before pushing me back as well, harry looked over at me and in a hushed whisper-yell, he scolded me, “have you gone mad? how are we meant to have an adventure if we just walk out the door?”

i blink before falling into character with him and whispering back, “shit, you’re right. i’m sorry, captain, it won’t happen again.”

he looks like he’s fighting back a laugh as he gives me a fake glare and nods, “damn right it won’t happen again.”

with that, we spent twenty minutes hiding behind potted plants and curtains, tiptoeing down the halls, army crawling across big open spaces, and occasionally throwing a somersault into our routine to keep it interesting. any time i started giggling too loudly, harry would look back at me with an offended gasp and shhh me as loudly as possible. in return, i would laugh even louder and he would eventually join me before we would resume our slow exit.

once we were finally in the front gardens of the castle, he led me to where some of the workers park their bikes and motorcycles. i turn to him with arched eyebrows and narrowed eyes, but he holds up some keys before i can speak.

“don’t worry, lass, i asked the guard at me door if we could borrow his ride for a couple hours.”

i cross my arms over my chest and look at him suspiciously, “did you ask for the keys or did you steal them?”

he grins at me and grabs my shoulders, turning me around as he answers, “not important, this is part of the adventure.”

rolling my eyes, i let him push me for a few feet, but when i almost trip from the unexpected speed, he steps forward to walk by my side. harry throws his arm over my shoulder to continue to guide me to a motorcycle at the edge of the parking lot. my stomach flutters nervously at the sight of it and i look up at harry.

“do you even know how to drive one of these things?”

chuckling, harry picks up the helmet and hands it to me, “ye needa have more faith in me, lass. it’s starting to hurt my pride.”

i put the helmet on and buckle the clasp below my chin before looking around, “where’s your helmet?”

he throws his leg over the motorcycle and takes a seat, patting the spot behind him as he smirks up at me, “i don’t need a helmet when i’ve got you.”

climbing on the motorcycle behind him, i shift around to get comfortable and grumble, “and i can’t save you if you’re dead.”

he looks over his shoulder and his grin is almost blinding in the moonlight, “don’t worry, i’ve got my good luck charm with me.”

with that, he start the motorcycle and we zoom out of the parking lot. my heart feels lodged in my throat and i grapple for anything to hold on to keep me from falling off. my hands lock around harry’s torso and i tuck my head against his back the best i can with the huge helmet on my head.

i keep my eyes closed almost as tightly as i keep my grip on harry for the rest of the ride. the wind rushed by and i could occasionally hear harry happily yelling into the nighttime air.

when we finally come to a stop and harry takes the key out of the motorcycle, it takes me a couple seconds before i let go of him and open my eyes. he climbs off it and holds his hand out to me, his eyes showing no bad intentions from what i could tell. i cautiously take his hand and he helps me off of the motorcycle, one arm staying wrapped around me when he notices my legs still shaking.

i laugh breathlessly and hope he can’t see how much my hand is shaking as i point at him, “if you’re trying to kill me as revenge for yesterday, then you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

he laughs with me and starts leading me forward as he happily tells me, “lass, it’s so much more fun when ye got your eyes open and you feel the wind rushing by and see the world flashing by-“

“harry, i saw my life flashing before my eyes.”

he opens his mouth to argue with me some more, but i look up at the building we’re standing in front of. if harry hadn’t been holding me, i would’ve hit the floor at that moment.

“why the fuck are we at a tattoo shop?”

it shockingly didn’t take harry that long to convince me to go inside with him after he reminded me of how i accidentally stabbed him and how he almost got stitches.

walking in the shop, i let my eyes wonder and i was surprised with how neatly decorated it was. the walls were filled with framed pictures of the artwork that the artist could tattoo. the floor were a polished dark wood and there were black chandeliers hanging that complimented the shop perfectly. i briefly wondered if the owner had used the same interior designer as my parents did for the castle, but i was pulled from my thoughts as harry began talking to the artist at the front desk.

“hello, we’re here to get matching tattoos.”

my eyes felt like they were going to fall out and my jaw was hanging open as i looked to harry. the artist had already gone to the back room to get the paperwork we would need, which left me and harry alone in the front of the shop.

“harry, what in the fuck did you mean by we because i don’t recall signing up for that.”

he smirks at me and leans down so that we were at eye level with each other, “well, lass, that’s because you’re about to sign up for it. and did you think we were just coming in here to look around for fun?”

running my fingers through my hair, i crouch down so i could focus on not passing out as i yell at harry in a hushed whisper, “in case you forgot, harold, i’m a fucking princess. what do you think my parents or my kingdom are going to do when they find out about me getting a tattoo?”

as soon as i had crouched, harry was sitting on the floor next to me, his hand on my shoulder. he tilts his head to keep eye contact and seems to be watching me cautiously as he calmly shrugs, “i mean, has anyone ever explicitly said ye can’t get a tattoo?”

i sit on the floor as well and harry scoots closer so he can wrap his arm around me, but stays far enough back to still watch my face. mentally running through the years of royal lessons and classes i had taken as well as the lectures of various royal figures, i realize that no one had ever mentioned tattoos. the more i thought about it, most of the rules they had in place regarding the physical appearance of royalty had been abolished or were at least more lenient. this had especially taken affect through most kingdoms ever since mal had accepted ben’s proposal and become queen of auradon. a vk queen with purple hair pretty much eliminates any of the old rules that were purely there for keeping some appearance for the citizens.

the artist re-enters the room and looks down at us in confusion. my cheeks flush and i open my mouth, but harry speaks before i can.

“sorry, we’re just having some second thoughts about it. can ye give us a second?”

the older man, who has tattoos running down his neck and probably across his whole body, nods and tells us in a voice that is surprisingly gentle despite how deep it is, “yeah, it’s alright. people back out all the time. if y’all decide that you’re ready for it, i’ll be down the hall in the room to the left setting up a chair. if you aren’t ready, then that’s fine and y’all can leave whenever.”

i nod at him gratefully and he walks down the hall whistling. once the door shuts, i turn to harry. his blue eyes are concentrated on me and for the first time, i realize that i’ve truly never been scared of harry hook. despite the warnings and the trial and how hard he tries, i have never felt like i wasn’t safe in his presence.

“lass, if you don’t want a tattoo, that’s perfectly fine. i won’t judge ye and we can keep the adventure going somewhere else-“

“what are we gonna get?”

my question stops him dead in his tracks. i can feel his entire body stiffen in shock and he sounds like he’s fighting back a smile as he asks, “are ye sure?”

i muster up a small smile and push back the fear of upsetting my parents that still lingers in my head as i joke, “well, now you’re making me worried that you picked something dumb.”

harry rapidly shakes his head and helps me stand, ushering me down the hall in excitement as he rambled, “hell no, princess, i’m a classy man and i would never get something dumb. besides, as a classy man, i’m letting you pick and design it and i’ll just get whatever you choose. don’t even worry, lass, this is gonna be great.”

his rambling helps soothe my nerves and he reassures me that he’ll go first so i can prepare for any pain and reconsider. i don’t bother telling him that with the whole ‘healing hair magic’ thing i got going, surface level pain doesn’t affect me because my body heals itself too fast. i just nod and smile gratefully at him as he opens the door to see the artist with the chair all prepared and our papers still sitting there.

as we fill out our information and sign the waiver, the artist tells us that his name is duncan, he’s being tattooing for 45 years, and has owned this shop for 23. he even shows me a tattoo he had given himself on his forearm on the day my parents had gotten married. i smiled at the slightly faded ink that depicted two figures dancing amongst the floating lanterns.

once the papers had been filled and the dotted lines had been signed, me and duncan begin discussing potential designs and harry stays true to his word as he sits there happily and offers no feedback. duncan and i decide to wait till we had made the final design before we show harry so i watch as he doodles until it’s finally perfect.

duncan prepares the transfer paper and asks harry where he wants the tattoo and how big he wanted it. harry finally starts answering questions and he directs duncan to the area on the inside of his right bicep.

“okay, harry, close your eyes and wait till duncan says it’s ready before you open and look.”

i bite my lip anxiously as i watch the stencil be applied and duncan guides harry to the mirror in the corner so that he would be able to see it better. duncan glances back at me before stepping back and announcing, “alright boy, ya can look at it now.”

harry’s eyes shoot open and he looks at it before immediately smiling at the stencil. the design was fairly simple compared to some of the artwork i had seen in the frames on the walls.

i had asked duncan if there was anyway he could include the sun design that represents eroda, a moon, and some ocean waves and he did it perfectly. the waves were in the foreground of the design with a crescent moon tucked behind the waves but in front of the erodan sun.

looking away from the stencil on harry’s toned bicep, i look back to his face and study the way he’s staring at it. not for the first time since i’ve met him, i’m completely unable to decipher what he’s thinking or feeling, but his eyes meet mine in the reflection and he smiles.

“lass, for the first time ever, i think you might’ve actually had a good idea because this looks sick.”

duncan throws his head back as he shares a laugh with harry and i just lift my middle finger at him as i give him my sweetest smile possible, which sends them both into another round of laughter.

when duncan leaves us alone to go get the ink and some gloves, i turn to see harry sitting on the chair and still looking at the tattoo in the reflection. biting my lip again, i sheepishly speak up, “you know, if you don’t like it, you don’t have to get it. i’m sure duncan wouldn’t mind if we adjust it or change it up.”

harry is instantly shaking his head at me, his grin back on his face as he covers his bicep with an offended gasp, “there’s no way i’m letting you keep this tattoo for yourself, princess.”

i laugh and shrug at him, “that’s fine, i just saw you staring at it and couldn’t tell if you really liked it.”

his eyes return to the mirror and when he speaks, it sounds like he’s recalling a memory, “when i was a wee lad, my dad told me that when i was old enough to join his crew, i was gonna get a tattoo to initiate myself.”

i can see him smile a little at the mirror as his hand reaches up and traces the stencil, “ever since i got to auradon, i’ve wanted to finally get one, but it never felt like the right time till now.”

he blinks and clears his throat and i frown at the way he abruptly shifts in the chair, like his mind had trailed down a rabbit hole that he wasn’t ready for. i think about how excited he had seemed on his first day in auradon to see uma and remember that was the last time they had spoken due to how busy she keeps herself. i think about the way his face had fallen when i told him that gil was traveling the world with jay for a year.

i know that harry must have thought about how alone he’s been in auradon since he arrived so i kick his foot that’s dangling off the chair and grin at him, “oh yes, three in the morning on a monday always feels like the perfect time for an adventure to me too, but partners in crime are hard to find these days.”

harry cracks a smirk at me and holds his chest in mock hurt, “damn, lass, just because i’m a vk doesn’t mean that i’m a partner in crime. i’d have you know that i’ve completely changed my ways since i left the isle.”

i arch an eyebrow and giggle at him, “oh really? is that why you stole my guard’s keys to his motorcycle?”

he tilts his head and it makes me feel better to know that he’s forgotten about his thoughts from earlier now, “okay, i’ve partially changed my ways.”

nodding my head as i laugh, duncan enters the room with his supplies and i watch as he finishes his set up. he turns on the tattoo gun and a quiet buzzing fills the room. harry holds out his left hand to me and winks at me, “c’mon, partner, ye can’t leave me to suffer through this alone.”

i roll my eyes at him, but hold his hand through the entire tattoo. duncan shows his expertise and experience in the way he holds the gun steady and gets perfect lines with minimal effort. he finishes the tattoo in twenty minutes and wipes off any excess ink before looking up at me.

“i guess this means it’s your turn.”

we switch positions and harry almost goes to stand in the corner, but i frown and grab his wrist. he turns back to me with furrowed brows so i narrow my eyes at him, “i held your hand for your tattoo, asshole.”

his lips quirk up into a smirk and he sighs deeply, but holds my hand once again, “fair is fair, i guess.”

duncan asks me how big i want the tattoo to be and where. when he finally gets the size of the stencil perfect, i help direct him as he places it on my left arm above the crease of my elbow. he tells me that i can get up to look at it, but i just shake my head and lean back in the seat, “nope, i’m not giving myself time to talk myself out of this.”

chuckling at me, duncan shrugs and begins the tattoo. just like i had expected, i can only feel the vibrations of the gun and the pressure of where the needles are, but no pain. i watch as he carefully traced the stencil and he finishes it just as fast as he had harry’s.

once he lifts the gun and turns it off, i stand up and look at it in the mirror. i smile at the ink and i can see harry staring at the way that mine isn’t red or swelling like his is. he looks like he wants to ask me questions, but isn’t sure if he’s allowed so he just jokes, “duncan, yer a bloody wizard.”

we all share a laugh and duncan wraps the tattoos for us and i pay him for the tattoos before we leave.

standing in the parking lot once more, i grab the helmet again, but this time, i slide it onto harry’s head.

“oi, wrong person. yer supposed to be wearing this, princess.”

he reaches up to try to take it off, but i hold the sides of the helmet and stare at where his eyes are even though the visor of the helmet blocks me from seeing the electric blue eyes. shrugging my shoulders at him, i repeat myself from earlier, “i can’t save you if you’re dead.”

harry sighs and his voice is slightly muffled as he asks me, “does this mean that you’re gonna squeeze my tighter while we ride? because i think that has a better chance of killing me than not wearing a helmet.”

i blankly stare at him and sarcastically joke, “oh haha, good one. i almost forgot to laugh.”

he slips onto the motorcycle and turns back to me as he slides the visor of the helmet up so i can see his eyes as he winks at me.

“i know, lass, i’m an all around great lad. handsome, funny, amazing driver. it’s difficult to keep the ladies away, but don’t worry. i’ll always clear my schedule to come piss you off.”

laughing at him, i take my seat behind him and scoot closer to wrap my arms around him. my arms tighten around him even though he hasn’t turned the key in the ignition and i sit up so that my mouth is closer to his ear since the helmet will muffle my words.

“you almost forgot to add humble to that list, captain.”

he chuckles and nods his head, “see, i don’t know what i’d do without ye, princess.”

the engine sounds louder now that i’m not wearing a helmet as he cranks the motorcycle. i let myself slide closer, but i try my hardest to not grip him any tighter as i yell over the sound of the engine, “you’d crash and burn without me there to stop you.”

as if to prove my point, he gives me no warning as he lifts his foot and accelerates. i can feel his chest shake as he laughs at the way i let out a bloodcurdling scream and squeeze him with all of my strength. we’re soaring down the roads at an ungodly speed and the scenery flashes by faster than i can process. the town looks like a ghost town at this time of night and i know that we’re the only people driving down these roads.

as harry takes a turn quicker than i’m expecting, i press myself completely against his back and scream as loudly as i possibly can, “YOU’RE A FUCKING DUMBASS, HARRY.”

this time, harry barely as a chance to put the kickstand down before i am launching myself off of the motorcycle. i tumble to the ground as i desperately crawl away from the motorcycle. my palms sting and it feels like i scraped my right knee, but i barely notice either of those things. gasping for air on the ground, i glance back to see harry taking his helmet off and shaking his hair out a little.

looking like a fucking god while doing so, of course.

i almost want to chew on glass from how frustrating it is that harry hook really never looks bad. even at almost four in the morning after getting a tattoo and riding a motorcycle. i don’t need to see my reflection to be aware of how my hair must look and to know that the bags under my eyes must look designer at this point.

he slips off the motorcycle and walks over to where i’m still catching my breath, casually offering a hand to help me up. when i finally take his offer, he lifts me with ease and holds my hand an extra second to look me in the eyes with a grin as he teases, “ye know, it’s hard to have a secret adventure with ye screaming like that.”

yanking my hand out of his grip, i glare at him and scoff, “well, you do realize that we’re the only ones driving down the streets and there’s no reason to rush to anywhere since no ones awake.”

harry continues to walk and i roll my eyes, but follow him. looking around, it’s still too dark for me to see any noticeable features since we had parked in a gravel parking lot. we walk down a well-worn dirt path and i finally notice the reason that we’re probably here.

the ocean.

i can hear the waves distinctly louder than normal and my brain makes the connection to realize that we’re at the fishing docks that are on the edge of town. the shipping docks that we get all imports from are on the other side of the island, but there’s always boats and horns and cargo being unloaded. the fishing docks, though, are just for citizens and the local vendors who sell the fish they catch or use the fish in their recipes, which means that they are always empty at this time.

we finally break from the tree line and i can see the colorful wooden docks. the children from the elementary school have a tradition of having a field trip to the docks and painting the boards each year. on the years that the docks are rebuilt, those kids are each given on the boards and get to spend a month at school designing and painting them.

typically, the kids paint their name on their board or something that is distinct to themselves. but occasionally, a kid dedicates their board to eroda or the royal family. i make it a point of coming to see the boards every year when they’re officially unveiled to the public so that i can thank any child who painted me or my parents. this year, though, i missed the ceremony because i had a term paper that i had to write so i couldn’t come home for the weekend.

i don’t take my eyes away from the docks as we get closer and ask harry, “how did you find out about this?”

i can see harry shrug from the corner of my eyes and i can barely hear him mumble above the sound of the waves, “overheard some guys talking about it in the alley.”

when my shoes touch the wood, i slowly exhale before inhaling the salty air. my hair whips around my face due to the wind, but i just keep walking down the docks. even in the dark, i can still make out the general design of each board. i don’t realize i’m smiling until i feel how much my cheeks hurt because of it.

pointing down at a purple board, i stop harry and get his attention. he squints at it for a moment before i can see his whole body shift in slight shock. the board has a purple background, but the kid had used a neon green to spell out in sloppy handwriting “VK R THE BEST”

i smile at it before looking up at harry. his jaw is clenched and his hand is resting on his hook as he seems to be committing it to memory. the wind blows his hair around as well, but he doesn’t even seem to notice it. for a moment, i can see how much it means to him to know that there is at least one kid who doesn’t have any prejudice against vk’s to unlearn. i can see how much it affects harry to know that there are people who will see past his parents and will see him for who he is.

“the little bastard wrote the e’s backwards.”

well, it was a nice moment while it lasted.

i snort and slap his shoulder before continuing to walk down the docks to see more boards. as we walk, i notice that harry isn’t paying any attention to the boards and seems to be staring into the distance.

guilt hits me and i wonder if he’s thinking about the board so i try to casually ask him a question to take his mind off of it.

“do the waves remind you of the isle?”

we’re standing at the end of the docks now. the waves below us are gentle as they hit the posts holding the docks up. we’re a good five or so feet above the water, but sometimes, a really big wave comes and sends a spray of water up to hit my shins. i take a seat on the edge of the dock and let my legs hang over as harry seems to be thinking of how to word his answer.

he finally sighs and licks his lips, “not as much as i thought it would.”

looking up at him, i try to keep my expression neutral so he won’t feel judged or pressured as i ask him, “is that a good or bad thing?”

harry sits down beside me and lets his feet hang over as well. we both stare straight ahead at the waves and i can see a lighthouse in the far distance that is meant to guide people to and from the mainland of eroda since the castle and capitol of the kingdom is on this small island.

he shrugs and kick his feet back and forth mindlessly, “i don’t know, lass… i really don’t know.”

i let a frown cross my face and my hands come up to fiddle with the strings of my hoodie. looking up, i can still see a few stars shining in the sky and as i sigh, my breath fogs up around me.

“you said your dad taught you about the stars and constellations and stuff.”

harry finally looks away from the horizon and follows my gaze to the stars. the corner of his lip quirks up and even though most of the stars are gone by now, he stares up at them in awe. our breath swirls in twisted wisps of fog and we listen to the waves for a moment.

leaning back to lay down on the dock, harry lifts his arm and points at a group of stars, “the ones right there that look like a w, that’s cassiopeia.”

i lay down next to him to get a better look at the stars that were in a kinda zigzag pattern. he licks his lips before speaking, “it’s my favorite constellation because it’s the only one we could always see from the isle through the barrier. me dad taught me that the isle is on the perfect latitude to see cassiopeia and big dipper year round, actually.”

for a second, i’m impressed with how knowledgeable he is about the stars. he had mentioned that his dad had taught him some stuff, but i didn’t think he had retained this much information about them. sheepishly, i look over to him and ask, “why is it called cassiopeia?”

harry’s eyes light up and his grin is much larger now as he excitedly rambles, “well, back in ancient greek times, there was a lass named cassiopeia and she was queen. she used to go around and brag to everyone about how beautiful she is. she would be all like ‘oh looky at me, my hair is so luscious.’”

i can’t stop myself from giggling at harry’s high pitched imitation of her. his face is animated as he continues his story, “tragically, poseidon overheard her and got pissed off because she said that she was prettier than his sea nymphs. so poseidon was like fuck it, boom! here’s a sea monster coming to attack your kingdom. your hair ain’t gonna be so luscious when you get eaten.”

we laugh together for a moment and harry sits up slightly to look at me as he adds on, “and so cassiopeia was like shit, i just got me hair done last week. she panics, and her bright idea of keeping her beauty and kingdom is to fucking sacrifice her daughter, andromeda.”

i gasp and sit up as well, staring at harry with wide eyes. “no she fucking didn’t.”

harry cackles and nods, practically bouncing with his enthusiasm at the story, “yes, she did. she made the lass go sit in a chair by the sea and tied her down to it.”

i shove his shoulder in shock and demand, “wait, what happened after that though?”

he lays back down, still chuckling slightly as he shrugs, “some bloke on a flying horse saw her about to get eaten so he comes down and saves her, which somehow made the monster stop attacking.”

sighing, i lay down as well and bite my lip as i stare at the stars, “so, cassiopeia sacrifices her daughter and gets to be a constellation as a reward?”

harry shakes his head and starts pointing at other stars nearby, “no, the bloke, her daughter, and the flying horse got rewarded. they’re all near cassiopeia, but cassiopeia was punished and tied to a chair and placed in the heavens. so, she revolves around the north celestial pole and sometimes, she’s upside down.”

i snort and joke, “oh, she must hate that since it probably messes up her hair.”

he chuckles again and taps my nose, “bingo, bullseye, right on the money.”

we continue to chat for a little bit, but as we laid there staring at the stars, my eyes got heavier and heavier until i finally fell asleep the same way i had grown used to over the past month.

listening to the sound of the ocean.

“lass, you’re missing out on the best part of the adventure.”

i groan as harry continues to shake my shoulder, but i finally sit up. my back was slightly sore from sleeping on the wooden dock and i felt disoriented as i wiped the sleep from my eyes. glancing to my right, i see harry looks more awake than i feel, but he is pointing at the horizon.

following his gaze, it feels like the breath is knocked out of me at the sight. the sun is beginning to rise and the sky was ablaze in glorious colors. the clouds are little pink puffs in a sky full of a peachy orange color. the ocean is surprisingly calm and the waves are quiet below our feet as we both stare at the sunrise.

“wow.”

the word falls from my lips and i know i probably look insane with my jaw dropped and eyes wide as i refuse to blink so i won’t miss a second of the sunrise. from the corner of my eye, i see harry glancing over at me and smirking.

“ye know, i think i deserve this kind of reaction from you in the mornings because i am one sexy man.”

shoving his shoulder, i spare a look over at him as i scrunch up my nose at him jokingly, “you better shut up before i have to tie you up and sacrifice you to a sea monster.”

harry gasps dramatically and holds a hand to his chest in offense, “ye wouldn’t let your hair get messed up for me?”

smoothing my hand over my hair, i almost grimace at the feeling of how knotted it is from our adventure, but i just smirk at harry instead, “hell no, do you not see how luscious this hair is? besides, you wouldn’t even bother with tying me down to sacrifice me. you would just throw me straight in the ocean and run the other way.”

harry smirks at me and holds up his beloved hook to remind me, “lass, i’m a pirate. fighting sea monsters is part of the job.”

i roll my eyes and turn back to the sunrise. in the distance, i can hear sea gulls calling and a few boat horns from the shipping docks echo to us. a gentle breeze of the salty air hits my face and i close my eyes blissfully.

“besides, yer not pretty enough to be a sacrifice to a sea monster.”

i almost don’t even feel bad for pushing harry into the ocean right after he said that. the only remorse i feel is because he grabbed my leg out of panic and pulled me in with him.

we emerge from underwater, sputtering and spitting out water, and it’s only mere seconds before we start splashing each other as we shout accusations.

“you fucking pushed me in.”

“you called me ugly, dumbass.”

“no, i just said i wouldn’t sacrifice you!”

swimming to the ladder to get back on the dock, i notice that a few of the early morning fisherman have already begun to arrive. i smile and wave at a few of the ones i recognize, trying my hardest to keep my teeth from chattering.

harry wordlessly slides his leather jacket that he had taken off in the middle of the night over my shoulders. sighing in relief at the little bit of warmth the jacket provides, i turn to thank him, but he’s already pulling me forward towards the parking lot.

i can see goosebumps on his arms and the tank top he’s wearing is practically a second layer of skin now that it’s wet. trying to give him his jacket back, harry shakes his head and pulls it back up on my shoulders, “no, lass, i can’t go to jail because i let the princess die of hypothermia.”

his eyes are calm and his jaw is set so i know this isn’t something to argue about so i nod and counter with, “okay, but you’re still wearing the helmet on the way back.”

we nod at each other since we both know we’re too stubborn to give up on our argument, but we’re too cold to continue to stand there and argue.

climbing on the motorcycle behind harry for the third time, i slip my arms through the jacket that is huge on me. it’s slightly harder to wrap my arms around his torso, but i manage to get a grip. harry glances over his shoulder to check on me and i almost miss the words he mumbles under his breath before he slides his helmet on.

“i would never call you ugly, lass.”

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chasing the ocean: part 7

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“lass, i swear if you knock on the door one more time, i’m going to take my hook and-“

grinning brightly at harry, i take advantage of him finally opening the door and let myself into his room before he can complete his threat or slam the door shut to go back to sleep.

“gooood morning, harry! i’m so happy to see you’re awake, but you did miss breakfast though. that’s gonna throw the schedule for the day off a little bit, but it’s okay. we can work around that and get you a snack in between things.”

he’s still standing at the doorway in a tired and grumpy haze as i happily plop myself onto his unmade bed. looking around, i see his bag in the corner is half unpacked and his boots are tossed near the end of the bed. there is a towel on the ground near the open bathroom door and i can see his clothes from yesterday in a pile on the tile floor. the silver hook that he loves so much is on the bedside table and i finally see the gift i left him last night sitting on the chest at the end of the bed.

i gasp and look at him excitedly, “oh good, you got the speaker. i forgot to leave instructions with it, but i was really hoping that you would figure it out since it’s kinda similar to your last one.”

harry finally shuts the door and rubs his face with his hands. he crosses the room to his bag and leans down to grab some clothes. i quickly avert my eyes to the ceiling, already used to him abruptly changing the clothes from our time sharing the attic at auradon.

“aye, i did. so you’re the one who left it there?”

i nod, even though he’s still busy changing and not looking at me, and admit, “yeah, i felt bad that yours broke and i knew i had one still. finding a cd of ocean noises took a minute, but i got a friend who went to the music shop for me.”

i hear some more rustling noises and harry mutters a quiet, “done.” finally lowering my eyes from the ceiling, i see him wearing his usual colors and fingerless leather gloves. he walks to the bathroom and starts brushing his teeth so i keep talking.

“i know it’s not exactly like the isle’s waves, but it still has seagull noises so that felt like a plus side.”

he doesn’t make a response and i honestly didn’t expect one. bored, i look around again and notice an empty plate sitting on the chest next to the speaker. i look from the plate to harry before standing up.

crossing the room, i lean against the doorway to the bathroom. harry’s eyes look at me in the mirror so i stare at his reflection with narrowed eyes.

“how did you get food if you didn’t come to breakfast?”

even though he’s still brushing his teeth, i can see his lips twist into a smirk for a second. he finally spits out his toothpaste into the sink before wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.

“well, i got it from the kitchen.”

he brushes past me and goes back into his room. picking up his boots, he sits on the edge of his bed and starts lacing them up.

i scrunch my nose and grit my teeth as i sigh, “ya know, i told the cooks and servants to not give you any food. they were supposed to escort you to the dining room once you left your room.”

harry chuckles and sits up from tying his boots. his blue eyes are lit up and i can see the grin that he’s trying to suppress.

“don’t worry, lass, they didn’t give me a crumb.”

i huff and roll my eyes, mad at myself for always underestimating the instincts instilled in vk’s from the isle. without even asking, i already know that harry had managed to sneak out of his room and into the kitchen to steal a plate of food.

shrugging, i push off of the doorframe i was still leaning against, “whatever, at least we don’t have to stop for snacks now.”

harry stands up and loops his hook into his belt loop like usual. we leave his room and as we walk down the hallway towards the front corridor, i don’t even have to look to know that he has a huge grin spread across his face.

he throws his arm over my shoulder and teasingly tugs my cheek, “oh c’mon, princess, ye gotta admit it. i’m pretty impressive. no need to look so sour that i outsmarted ye.”

i huff out a laugh and brush his arm off of me as i nod sarcastically, “oh my gosh, harry, i’m not mad. i’m just still in disbelief that i get the blessing of being in your presence.”

he winks at me and leans in closer to my face, “i know, lass, it’s gotta be difficult to control yourself when you’re near an irresistible lad like myself.”

without missing a beat, i lean in as well so that there’s barely an inch between our faces suddenly and we’ve both stopped walking by now. i smile up at him and let my hand rest on his chest for a second.

“oh, it’s nearly impossible, hook.”

with that, i turn on my heel and keep walking down the hall, biting my lip to hold in my laughs. i can hear harry chuckling as he follows me.

“if you hate me this much, you can just say it next time, princess.”

so, me and harry’s day out has pretty much just been one train wreck after another.

once we had left the castle, i had taken him down to the stables so he could choose a horse to ride into town since cars are only allowed on the outskirts of the town and i knew he wouldn’t want to walk the whole way. but it didn’t occur to me that harry hook had never ridden a horse before and more specifically, never ridden maximus before.

it had taken thirty minutes of the giant white horse neighing angrily and harry using every curse that he knew, which is an impressive amount considering he grew up on a pirate ship, before i finally accepted defeat and called for the limo driver to take us to the edge of the town.

from there, i led him through the town so we could reach the town square, which is always bustling with the cart vendors and townspeople milling about at this time of day.

this quickly proved to be a terrible decision.

the walk took about twenty-five minutes, which was plenty of time for harry to start complaining. the complaints ranged from the walk, to his feet hurting, to how hot it was, and then never seemed to stop until we reached the square.

the complaints only stopped because i lost him almost immediately. i knew it would be busy in the square, but i hadn’t been expecting this many people today. it’s just a fucking sunday, after all. i had taken almost four steps into the square and turned around to ask harry which vendor he was interested in looking at, only to see that the crowds of people had already gotten between us.

this led to me panicking and instantly calling out his name, which made people recognize me. typically, i can peacefully go to the town square and greet everyone and have a nice outing. today, though, was not that because despite everyone being used to my presence and not treating me like a novelty, they all treated me like a friend. a friend who had been gone to auradon for four and a half months who they needed to catch up with.

it took an hour and a half for me to get out of the crowd and away from people long enough for me to ask the guards nearby if they had seen a dude holding a hook with a black vest. conveniently, they had and pointed me to the alleyway they saw him walk down, which made sense considering he grew up on the isle and alleyways are what he’s familiar with.

i finally found him leaned against the wall of the alley as he fiddled with something in his hand. once i got closer, i very quickly realized that his isle instincts had kicked in and he had stolen someone’s wallet while he was in the crowd. this is common in vk’s who get exposed to situations where they are unmonitored and unsure of what to do since it’s all they’ve known for most of their life.

after sternly reminding him that stealing is bad and unnecessary now, we went back to the guards that had pointed me to him and returned the wallet. when they asked where harry got the wallet from with squinted eyes and their hands resting on their handcuffs, i quickly lied and said that i had found it on the ground next to the alleyway.

shouting thanks over my shoulder, i dragged harry away and kept a firm grip on his wrist as i led him through the square and back towards the limo.

halfway back to the limo, though, harry started complaining that he was hungry.

i was beyond frustrated and my patience was completely gone, but i could also feel my stomach growling. so, i took a left turn and went to the closest bakery i could think of without thinking any further about it.

and that is how we ended up standing in the middle of Tink’s Sweet Treats. the small blonde girl at the front desk was staring at us in confusion. i smiled at her nervously and held a hand up, “hey bella, sorry. can you just give us a second to decide what we want?”

she smiles and nods at me, “yeah sure, take your time, y/n. i can get my mom to come up here if ya want-“

i quickly shake my head, my smile immediately feeling a lot more forced and i’m grinding my teeth for a second as i try to sound as polite as possible, “oh no, no need. we’re in a bit of a rush so i can’t really stay to talk.”

bella nods and looks between me and harry for a second before pointing over her shoulder, “okay, i gotta go to the back to check on some stuff that’s in the oven. call me when you’re ready.”

i force myself to hold the smile until she’s shut the door to the kitchen behind her. letting out a breath of relief, i am seconds from telling harry that it was an honest mistake but he cuts me off before i can start.

his voice is barely contained in a hushed yell and his accent is extremely prominent now that he’s mad.

“ye fucking brought me to tinker bell’s fucking bakery of all places.”

squeezing my eyes shut, i try my best to stay quiet as i hiss at him, “i didn’t realize it, okay? you were jabbering away and complaining so i was trying to get you something to eat so you would shut up and here we are. besides, as long as her mom stays in the back, bella’s not gonna recognize you so we’ll just get our food and go.”

harry’s face is redder than i’ve ever seen and it’s almost comical how high his voice gets, but i’m too stressed from the situation to laugh.

“that’s her fucking daughter?!”

i nod timidly and i’m about to try to calm him down, but his hands pull his hook from his belt loop and he holds it in my face.

“ye let me walk into tinker bell’s fucking bakery and didn’t think to tell me to hide me fucking hook?”

my eyes widen and i push the hook down quickly, “well, don’t just sit there and wave it around, dumbass.”

“where am i supposed to fucking put it then, princess, do enlighten.”

caught off guard by the question, i look at him incredulously and shrug, “i don’t know, you don’t have pockets?”

he looks at me like i’ve grown two heads and he shakes the hook that i’m still holding onto as he whisper shouts, “you think this hook is gonna fit in a pocket?”

i shake the hook as well and glare at him, “well, not with that attitude.”

he squints his eyes at me and retorts, “that doesn’t even make any fucking sense.”

i’m about to continue our whispered argument when i hear the door opening. my eyes widen and i turn quickly, me and harry attempting to pull the hook behind each of our own backs, which causes us to get pulled closer together until our shoulders are squeezed together.

bella looks between us for a second and seems absolutely confused at how close we’re standing to each other as she slowly asks, “uh, am i interrupting something?”

“no.”

“yes.”

harry and i glare at each other, but i turn back to bella with a giant fake smile, “we actually just decided what we want.”

bella blinks before timidly smiling and stepping forward to the case holding all of the various food that is prepared. she slides the glass door open on her side and looks at me expectantly, “okay, what can i get for you?”

i look from harry to the menu quickly and barely manage to blurt out, “uh, yeah, we want the…”

scanning the list of items quickly, i try to rule out everything that i think harry would hate before i just pick randomly.

“a dozen of the fairy dusted cupcakes please.”

harry’s head instantly turns to continue to glare at me, but i ignore him completely as i finally let go of the hook and step up to hand her the royal credit card. she rings it up quickly and the second she has the cupcakes boxed, i thank her and me and harry are instantly on our way out of the store.

we walk a couple of blocks before i finally let myself start giggling. harry tries to ignore me, but after i have to stop due to the laughter causing me to double over, he finally looks at me and huffs, “what are you are laughing about?”

i’m bent over and i have to hand him the cupcakes so i don’t drop them in the middle of my laughing fit. once i can breathe a little during the giggles, i wipe my tears and look up at him, “i-i… i tried to make you put the hook in your fucking pocket.”

saying it out loud causes me to fall into another laughter fit, but this time harry cracks a grin and chuckles. he holds his hook back out the way he had in the bakery and his voice is high pitched as he mimics me, “i don’t know, you don’t have pockets?”

his accent and the memory causes me to actually fall onto the ground as i wheeze. soon, he is crouched next to me and we’re both breathless. we fall into a cycle of laughing till we can’t breathe until one of us mimics the other in the argument and then we start laughing all over again.

i have no clue how long we laughed but we finally managed to both be standing and wiping our tears. harry picks up his hook from the ground and i pick up the box of cupcakes.

we walk back towards the limo in a comfortable silence. when the limo is finally in sight, i sigh in relief that the shitshow of taking harry on an adventure is finally over.

harry snorts as we’re climbing in and i glance at him with a smile on my face as i wait for him to tell me what he was thinking about. he looks me in my eyes and grins.

“these better be some damn good cupcakes, princess.”

i literally got on my knees to beg harry to come to dinner in the dining room with my parents since i knew they would be expecting him. even after i begged, i had to agree to him bringing his hook, him getting to choose one of the activities for tomorrow, and he demanded that i tell my parents that this is an informal dinner before he finally broke and agreed to go.

which is how i ended up sitting next to harry across from my parents while the servants brought out pizza to us all. despite harry’s request for informal, my parents insisted on letting our chef, gustavo, make our pizza because he would’ve passed out if he found out that we ate some frozen pizzas because his number one priority is making sure that everyone in the castle enjoys the best of the best.

i smile warmly at the servants and thank them before quietly telling them that they can go home early since i was planning on cleaning up. they nodded at me gratefully and once the door shut behind them, it was just my parents, harry, and me in the dining room fit to serve about 50 people.

we all shared a look, uncertain how informal we were planning for this to be. my parents are used to giving a speech and hosting a toast before a meal with a guest and i’ve gotten used to eating at a picnic table in the front garden of auradon with carlos, jane, evie, and sometimes doug.

my parents were already out of their comfort zone, considering they usually wear the tailored outfits that the royal stylists select and heavy crowns. currently, we are all sat in our pajamas and staring at the pizza in the center of the table.

harry shrugs as he sets his hook next to his plate and grabs two slices of the pepperoni pizza. i let out a sigh of relief now that someone else had made the first move. leaning on my elbow to reach for the pizza, i see my mom send me a look for a second before she must have realized her mistake. she slowly copies my movement and i can see how conflicted she feels internally at the completely normal gesture.

we all eat a couple bites of our pizzas, my parents occasionally making remarks about how good the food is and how comfortable they are in their pajamas. mom even mentions having matching pajamas made for all of us to wear at the end of the week before we go back to auradon. my cheeks were a blazing red as i tried to subtly shake my head at her, but her and dad start discussing potential patterns. harry and i remain silent until my dad turns to harry.

“so, harvey-“

“harry.” my mom is practically glaring at my dad for still getting his name wrong.

“gesundheit.”

i laugh and quickly cover my mouth with my hand so i don’t accidentally spit out my food.

“anyways, what all did you two do today?”

me and harry glance at each other and my face instantly flushes at the thought of how bad today went. seeing my red face, harry smirks and prompts me, “yeah, lass, tell yer parents what we did today.”

i stare at my plate and purse my lips before shrugging, “oh, you know, we went to the town and got some cupcakes.”

mom perks up at this and she looks at me with interest, “oh really, where did you take him to get cupcakes?”

harry almost chokes on his pizza as he laughs and i kick his leg under the table. my cheeks are practically on fire and i’m trying desperately hard to make my smile look a little less forced.

harry coughs and then turns to me with a large grin as he leans on his hand expectantly, “aye, what was the name of that bakery? i just can’t remember it.”

my eye almost twitches, but i simply just sink into my chair and mumble, “tink’s sweet treats.”

dad sits up in his chair, leaning his elbows on the table, “wait, what was it?”

i repeat myself at almost the same volume, too embarrassed to say it any louder.

mom tilts her head and smiles apologetically, “i’m sorry, i didn’t hear you.”

sighing, i drop my head into my hands as i exclaim, “tink’s sweet treats.”

silence.

when i finally peak at my parents through my fingers, i can see them frozen in their places. my dad is clearly unsure of if he’s allowed to laugh and my mom looks like she’s rethinking her life and how she ended up with a daughter like me.

harry finally breaks the silence as he throws his head back cackling. dad looks relieved and falls into laughter with him. mom looks like she’s fighting a smile, but i can hear her giggle break through.

rolling my eyes, i join the laughter and point at harry, “you guys should have seen his face when he realized that he had his hook in the store with him.”

harry’s face is red and i’ve never seen him laugh this hard as he points at me as well and exclaims, “she tried to make me put it in me pocket!”

dad slaps the table and isn’t even making any noise as he silently laughs, tears brimming in his eyes.

conversation flowed pretty easily from that point on as harry told them about our day and my parents laughed with us.

once the pizza was mostly gone and the sun had set a long time ago, dad sighed and asked, “so, any game plan for tomorrow?”

i shrug and lean back in my chair, “honestly, i haven’t thought about it yet. harry wants to choose one of the activities, but aside from that, i got nothing planned.”

mom sits up in her seat, her eyes wide in excitement as she grabs her husband’s arm and shakes it. dad jumps at the unexpected action. she turns in her seat to look at him and she squeals out, “oh my gosh, they should go to the snuggly duckling.”

dad’s eyes get just as wide and he grins brightly. they fall into a conversation with each other as if harry and i aren’t at the table with them.

harry turns to me and quietly asks, “what the hell is the snuggly duckling?”

i giggle at the way his accent sounds saying those words before i wink at him, “it’s a surprise for tomorrow, but i think you’re gonna like it.”

he stares at me with a completely blank face as he deadpans, “if i get bit by a goose or some bird tomorrow, i’ll use me hook to gut ye like a fish.”

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chasing the ocean: part 6

author’s note: okay so i don’t like the fact that rapunzel’s kingdom is called corona due to obvious reasons so i’m just going to call it eroda. if anyone has a problem with this change, please let me know but i feel like since it’s a small detail then no one will really care so yeah. also this is me proclaiming my love for @newtshairdryer again because they a real one and been here since the start. also i had to rewrite this twice because it didn’t save so that’s what took so long :/

warnings: cursing, harry hook as per usual

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silence fucking sucks.

i usually can tolerate it, but as i stare out the window of the limo that’s taking me and harry to eroda, the silence is ringing in my ears.

the driver has music quietly playing, but it’s doing nothing to ease the awkward tension. i’ve ignored the way me and harry have just silently stared out the windows for the past twenty minutes, but i know we still have an hour drive ahead of us.

i finally sigh and lean forward in my seat, catching harry’s attention as his blue eyes shift from the scenery outside to look at me. he looks completely unbothered as he fiddles with the hook that he had been tightly gripping since we packed our bags this morning.

“um, nice weather today.”

he looks back outside and nods slowly, “oh ya, very… sunny?”

i nod and mumble an agreement. leaning back into my seat, i squeeze my eyes shut and decide to count to pass the time.

one.

two.

three.

four.

“i’ve never seen clouds like this before.”

five- wait.

harry was so quiet that i almost think i imagined him saying it until i notice that his cheeks look a little redder than normal. his statement makes me smile as i follow his gaze to the window. although we’re still pretty far away, we can see the taller towers of the castle and i smile at the puffs of clouds that seem to always surround our island.

my mind begins to wonder as i think of all the times i would go to the highest tower and look out the window as a kid. i loved watching the tiny people move about and seeing the ships bring in crates of goods that would be sold in the town square. the bridge that connected the castle and village to the rest of the kingdom always seemed full of people coming and going. i spent so many days imagining that i was one of them, going on an adventure before my mom would call my name and i would try to erase those thoughts as quickly as they had appeared.

i look back to harry to see him still grinning at the cloud. tilting my head, i let the words fall out of my mouth before i can stop myself.

“what’s your plan now?”

his grin falls and i quickly try to fix my wording of that question.

“i mean, like, your dad was a pirate and he traveled a lot. i didn’t know if you’re gonna follow in his footsteps or if you have something else you want to do now that you’re off the isle.”

my cheeks are red and i’m seconds from just telling him to forget i spoke, but his answer stops me in my tracks.

“i don’t really know, lass. i just know i never wanna feel trapped like i did back on the isle again.”

his face is completely blank of expression, but i can hear the bitterness in his voice. he’s staring at his hook and i can see the way he’s getting lost in his thoughts of the isle so i clear my throat.

“um, well, i convinced my parents a couple months ago to implement an integration program for vk’s that graduate before they have a chance to find what they’re passionate about.”

harry’s eyes feel like they’re looking into my soul and i can’t tell if this conversation is any better than silence. my cheeks feel hotter and hotter by the second and i’m tempted to turn up the air conditioning to get my hands to stop sweating, but i just continue to ramble.

“i mean, i know it’s probably not ideal for you to move somewhere that i’m gonna be ruling one day, but like it’s a pretty good deal. we set you up with free housing, meals, and we have apprenticeships available so you can dabble in things until you find something you enjoy.”

my heart is racing in my chest and i truly don’t understand why i’m so nervous to be talking to the guy that i’ve shared a room with for almost a month. maybe it’s because we’ve never had an actual conversation until last night. maybe it’s because he’s still staring at me with a piercing gaze and an unreadable expression.

i almost sigh in relief when i see his lips twitch up into a smirk. his voice is light and his accent is prominent as ever as he replies.

“be careful, princess. it almost sounds like ye care about me.”

rolling my eyes and laughing, i lean back even further in my seats with my arms crossed. i stare back out the window and notice that i can now see slivers of the bridge through the trees as i snort, “in your fucking dreams, hook.”

we sit and stare out the windows and as my blush finally starts to fade, i decide that sometimes silence isn’t that bad.

stepping out of the limo with harry and into the warm sunlight, i breathe in and sigh happily until i can hear my name being called repeatedly. gritting my teeth as i grimace, i turn to harry and am seconds from warning him, but i’m cut off before i can begin.

“YOU FUCKING STABBED SOMEONE?”

forcing a smile to my face, i turn on my heel to see my mom almost running towards me. i almost sigh in relief when i see my dad wrap his around her shoulder to make sure she doesn’t get out of hand.

to distract them briefly, i hold my arms out towards harry and blurt, “mom, dad, let’s welcome our guest. this is harry hook, he’s my vk partner from school.”

mom seems torn as she stares directly into my soul for a moment, but dad gives his signature grin as he holds his hand out to harry, “hey there, the name is eugene, but you can call me king of eroda.”

even in her state of anger, mom cracks a smile briefly at her husband before she slaps his shoulder.

“okay, just eugene works too.”

my parents share a laugh while harry looks at his hand hesitantly so i nudge him encouragingly. he cuts his eyes over to me before giving my dad a tight lipped smile and shaking his hand very briefly. mom takes this opportunity to smile warmly at harry and introduce herself as well.

“hello there, my name is rapunzel. it’s lovely to meet you, harry. how long are you staying with us?”

i can sense from how tense he is and from the way his eyes are darting around that harry is completely out of his comfort zone as he’s meeting my parents at the entrance to the castle so i answer for him.

“oh, he’s going to be staying all semester break with us. i figured i could show him a new place so he can see more opportunities now that he’s off the isle.”

mom’s eyes instantly light up and her voice is raised in pitch because of her excitement as she rambles, “oh my gosh, that’s great! harry, you are going to love it here. we have so much that we can show you and the townspeople are going to be so welcoming. and we absolutely have to take you to-“

harry looks scared shitless in that moment. i can’t tell if it’s from the way that mom is now flailing her arms as she speaks or if it’s from the way she’s completely overwhelming him, but i know i gotta get him some space before he runs back to auradon.

“actually mom, there was a really bad storm last night and we got pretty much no sleep. so between that and packing up and traveling here, we’re pretty tired so i figured i would just give him a quick tour of the castle while his room is ready then we’d just go to sleep for the night.”

my dad, who knows how excited mom can get at times, nods and helps me out, “i think that’s a great idea, sweetheart. you can go show around henry-“

“dad, his name is harry.”

“whatever. but once you’re done, how about you come by the throne room so we can have chit chat with you.”

i almost want to start digging my own grave at the last sentence since mom looks ready to kill me, but i just force a smile and grab harry’s arm.

“okay, yep. see you guys later.”

dragging harry as fast as possible, he almost stumbles as we enter the castle. in the front corridor, there are two sets of stairs on either side of the room that lead to the east and west wing of the castle. in between the stairs is the entrance to the ballroom that has hosted a multitude of festivities for the townspeople and incoming visitors. i start approaching the west wing to show harry the living quarters and the dining room, but he stops me at the base of the stairs.

he seems at a loss for words and absolutely flabbergasted as he blurts, “there was a wee little lizard on yer mum’s shoulder.”

i snort at his accent and halfheartedly shrug, “yeah his name is pascal.”

a few hours later, i’m in the west wing standing in front of the doors to the throne room. my heart feels like it’s lodged in my throat as i quietly knock. the large doors are dragged open by some servants and i can see my parents seated in their respective throne.

my mom is seated in the middle since she is royal by blood and dad is seated to her right in a slightly smaller throne. my throne is smaller than his and is on her left side with my crown still in the seat since i chose to not bring it with me to auradon. guards are lined up on both sides of the room, swords in hand and frying pans are hooked onto their belt loops.

i let out a nervous breath before forcing a smile at my parents and awkwardly pointing finger guns at them, “hey guys, what’s up? how’s everyone been?”

mom does not look amused by my antics and her voice is completely monotone as she deadpans, “well, y/n, you stabbed someone. so i would rate it a 2/10 day.”

i nod my head and let my shoulders drop before shrugging, “i mean, 2 isn’t that bad given the circumstances.”

even dad doesn’t crack a smile at that so i know this is a serious situation, which causes me to finally break into a rambling plea for mercy.

“okay listen, i can explain. i swear it’s not as bad as it sounds-“

my dad tilts his head and his voice is pitched a little higher as he says, “i don’t know, sweetheart, stabbing someone is pretty bad.”

i rub my hands down my face briefly before admitting, “okay, yeah. stabbing is bad. but this was purely accidental.”

mom takes her hand out of my dad’s to rub her temples and she sounds exhausted as she asks, “are you going to explain or keep giving us excuses?”

nodding my head, i hurriedly start explaining, “basically, me and harry had a cute little prank war. ya know, all good and fun and fresh, but then let’s say my foot got in his way and he might have fallen into the enchanted lake and maybe he had a hook on his belt loop that kinda scraped him. but i fixed it so no problem.”

the silence that follows makes me miss the staticky ocean noises for a moment as my parents just blink at me. i quickly plaster a large smile on my face and pray that i still look cute enough for them to not kill me.

dad finally shifts in his seat and clears his throat as he glances at mom, “uh well, sweetie, i must say that i am proud of you for at least winning the prank war.”

mom’s hand moves at the speed of light as she slaps his chest and her bright green eyes are wider than i’ve ever seen them as she gasps, “eugene.”

they dissolve into a whispered discussion that i can’t hear from my place so i rock back on my heels, hands behind my back casually. letting my eyes trail around the room and all of the artwork inside, i look for any differences from the last time i was here and ignore my parents sneaking glances at me.

finally, they pull apart and my mom clears her throat as she announces, “okay, y/n, we have come to a conclusion.”

i barely conceal my grimace and just simply wait for my death sentence.

“we have decided that we do believe the incident was an accident so we will not punish you for that.”

sighing in relief, i let a smile crawl across my face that almost hurts my cheeks until-

“but…”

my smile drops immediately and i try not to groan aloud.

“during this break, we fully expect you to show harry a proper welcome to the kingdom and help him fully adjust to life off of the isle.”

my dad nods and picks up from where mom left off.

“yes, we raised you to be kind and to help people, y/n. i know you didn’t have any bad intentions, but you were given the responsibility of helping hector-“

“his name is harry, eugene.”

“yes, that’s what i said. anyways, we won’t allow him to go without help. so by the end of the week, we are going to decide if you have lived up to that expectation and if you haven’t, then when you graduate in a couple months, we will have your punishment prepared.”

this is one of the few times in my life that i can recall him being completely serious when talking to me.

the weight of guilt is on my shoulders once more for overlooking harry’s need for help just because of a few arguments. i nod my head slowly before bowing slightly to them, “i understand completely.”

they finally wish me goodnight and excuse me from the throne room so i turn on my heel and begin the walk from the east wing where the throne room all the way back to the west wing. i make a quick stop by harry’s room to leave him a surprise, knocking loudly on his door before rushing down the hall to my room.

as i’m shutting my door, i can barely hear him open his door and i smile slightly to myself as i imagine his reaction, but just go about my nightly routine.

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chasing the ocean: part 5

author’s note: this one has more interaction between harry and y/n!! i also have decided this is going to be a slow burn (if you hadn’t already picked up on that) i also forgot the original plot i had for this series so i’m kinda winging it, but the plot i’ve made now works pretty well. also a big thank you to @newtshairdryer for encouraging me to keep going because without them, i would’ve given up on trying to think of a plot and just found some shitty way to wrap this up as fast as possible so thank you // NOT MY GIF

word count: idk i should probably start keeping track soon

warnings: cursing, mention of drinking, harry

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by the time i got back to the attic, harry was already in his pajamas, which consisted of black sweatpants and him being shirtless. he was standing at the end of his bed and angrily fiddling with the speaker that plays the ocean noises.

i hesitate in the doorway and try to think of how to approach this conversation. a quick glance at the alarm clock beside my bed tells me that it’s already 9:30 at night and i’m briefly grateful that it’s saturday night and that we have a week long break from classes because the semester just ended. since there weren’t classes for a week, typically everyone goes home during their break and the vk’s either go with an auradon native or some have formed a group that goes to the isle to help clean it up during their free time.

fiddling with my fingers for a second, i finally gather the courage to speak. “how are you feeling, harry?”

he looks at me, surprised, considering we had an unspoken rule of never talking to each other in the attic because it always turns into an argument. shrugging his shoulder at me, he looks back down at his speaker as he flippantly answers, “fine, i guess. the glowy thing ya did worked and it isn’t sore anymore.”

i nod my head slightly and begin to awkwardly move some pens around on my desk. the room is silent other than harry occasionally hitting the speaker and muttering curses under his breath.

biting my lip, i speak up again, “so, um, how’s your classes and everything going?”

he doesn’t even acknowledge that i said anything and i can see him getting more and more frustrated with the speaker. finally, his anger peaks and he throws the speaker across the room, barely missing my head.

i stare at him with wide eyes and feel my heart racing in my chest. pieces of metal are scattered now and harry paces back and forth next to his bed for a moment. i pick up what remains of the speaker and faintly hear a little bit of static before it goes dead completely. wincing a little bit, i realize that it’s completely beyond repair now.

his footsteps stop and i hear him plop down on his bed. when i look up again, he’s holding his head in his hands and it’s at that moment that i can see how much everything has been weighing on him. being in a new place with no one to talk to has finally gotten to him.

i frown as guilt washes over me for only making the transition to auradon harder for him. as quietly as possible, i step closer to his side of the room and stop when i’m directly in front of him.

after a moment, he finally looks up at me with a glare on his face so i hold out the pieces of the speaker and quietly mumble, “harry, i really am sorry.”

he rolls his eyes at me and his laugh sounds forced as he waves my apology off, “princess, i barely even felt that cut. ye gonna have to try a lot harder than that to actually hurt me.”

i frown and crouch in front of him to be at his eye level. staring into his blue eyes, i shake my head at him, “no, harry, i mean i’m sorry that i’ve only made things harder for you to adjust to auradon.”

his grin drops off his face and he doesn’t break eye contact with me. we stare at each other until he finally sighs and looks at the pieces of the speaker as he mumbles, “if anything, you’re the only part of auradon that feels normal, lass.”

i stare at him in confusion as he finally elaborates while avoiding eye contact like he was embarrassed to be admitting this, “on the isle, everything was always chaos and ye always had to be on high alert. chaos is all i’ve ever known, but now when i’m here… there’s always a schedule and a rule and everything stays in order. it’s so organized and it all just makes me feel trapped.”

i sit down on the ground silently and let his words fill my thoughts. it wasn’t uncommon for the vk’s to feel overwhelmed by the rules when they first come to auradon, but by their second week, they usually found some method to cope with it. harry was definitely struggling and i feel like that’s partially my fault with how much trouble we’ve both gotten in for our prank war because it meant teachers were watching him even more closely to keep him in line.

“come with me this week to my parent’s kingdom.”

the words fell out of my mouth before i could even fully process the idea. harry’s face twisted up in disgust and he looked like he was about to argue the idea so i quickly cut him off before he could speak.

“i know it’s not ideal and you don’t like being around me, but everyone is leaving the dorms next week. i’m not just gonna leave you here stuck in the attic all alone and surrounded by a bunch of teachers. all they’re gonna do is give you extra assignments and hover over you to make sure you don’t do anything.”

the room fills with silence as harry frowns and thinks about it. i can faintly hear the sprinklers watering the grass outside and i realize it’s been over a month since it was this quiet at night because of harry’s speaker blasting ocean noises. i’m briefly grateful that i can at least get one night of sleep before seeing my parents and getting lectured for the trouble i’ve been in.

harry finally sighs and gives in, “fine, lass, i’ll go to your stupid castle or whatever.”

i grin triumphantly and stand up to get ready for bed. as i turn around, his voice cuts the silence again.

“but…”

rolling my eyes, i huff and glance back at the pirate, who is smirking at me from his bed.

“i’m bringing my hook with me and i am not dressing all fancy or whatever to be around your parents.”

i nod my head and shrug, “okay, yeah. sounds fair enough.”

he seems shocked that i agreed so easily and it hits me that this is the first conversation we’ve ever had without arguing or insulting each other. i grab my pajamas and walk into the bathroom, calling out to him over my shoulder, “goodnight, harry.”

he doesn’t give me a response.

hours later, i’m staring at the ceiling. my eyelids feel so heavy, but my brain won’t let me sleep despite how exhausted i am. the silence that i once wished for feels like it’s suffocating me now.

i huff and sit up in my bed, my eyes looking around the room. the moonlight covers everything in a silver light and i find harry peacefully staring out the window. furrowing my eyebrows, i watch him as he looks at the stars as though he’s memorizing their positions in the sky.

“when i was just a wee lad, my dad would take me out in a boat to the edge of the barrier.”

his voice scares me for a second and i realize that he must have known i was already awake. i slide out of my bed and tiptoe over to him, unwilling to break this quiet moment that we’re sharing.

harry smiles to himself for a second and i realize that’s the first time i’ve seen him smile instead of grin or smirk. his accent sounds stronger now as he recalls the memory.

“he would take us out there and he would wait for the clouds to move. if we were lucky, we could sometimes see through the barrier and see a couple stars. he would tell me about the constellations and how he used to find his way across the seas using the stars.”

i watch as his smile falls and slowly, a frown takes its place. his hands tighten around the hook that he’s holding and his tone gets sharper as he spits out the next words.

“that was before he went crazy.”

my eyes widen and i drop my eyes from his face to look at the hook once more. when the vk’s first came over, they would sometimes quietly talk about Hook and how trapping a traveler like him was more than enough to push them into insanity. they would talk about how paranoid Hook was when he would hear ticking and how much he drank to hold onto shreds of his sanity. the whispered rumors would drop off eventually when they would begin to talk about how he treated harry and it finally pieced together in my mind why harry rarely mentions him.

i clear my throat and cautiously ask, “harry… why do you play ocean noises to fall asleep?”

the corner of his mouth turns up into a bitter grin, like the answer stung him. he lets out a sigh before blankly answering, “on the nights that were really bad, when he would throw things and yell a bunch of gibberish until sunrise, i would sneak out of me room and go to the docks. i would sleep there until the seagulls all started calling. the ocean was the closest thing to a lullaby that you could get on the isle and now it’s the only thing that can get me to sleep.”

his answer hits me in my chest and i feel tears prick my eyes. during my time helping vk’s, i had heard plenty of stories of the kids having rough experiences involving their parents, but none of them ever hurt as much as harry’s did. i could barely begin to imagine how hard it must’ve been to grow up and watch a parent fade away like that.

without thinking, i let my arms wrap around harry’s torso. his whole body stiffens, but i just squeeze him a little tighter and rest my head on his chest. after a moment, he relaxes in my hold and i can barely feel his hand on my back. i’m trying to find some words to help him or to let him know that he’s not alone, but he speaks first.

“well, don’t be getting all soft on me now that ye heard one wee sob story. i was just getting used to your attitude, princess.”

i snort and let go of him, reaching my arm up to gently slap his arm. his grin is back and it’s not quite reaching his eyes, but i can tell that he needs some normalcy and not pity.

shrugging at him, i wink and tease him, “don’t worry, i’m just using any chance i can get to be handsy with you, hook.”

he throws his head back laughing and reminds me, “oi, lassy, we’re gonna have to keep it pg when we’re around your parents.”

grinning, i stand and walk back over to my bed. as i lay down, i can hear harry stand up from beside the window and walk back to his bed. just as the silence starts to fill the room, i call out to him, “no promises, harry.” i hear him chuckle quietly before i finally drift off to sleep.

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chasing the ocean: part 4

author’s note: it’s been so long and y’all probably don’t care about this story anymore, but i just remembered this account and decided to add to it a little more plz don’t hate me besties and a special thanks to @kitkatgaming bc i finally saw a message they sent encouraging me to continue this series from forever ago and it truly meant the world to me so this is for them // NOT MY GIF

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warnings: swearing, mentions of blood/injury, harry

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"y/n, this is your fourth detention in three weeks. what is going on?"

the chair across from fairy godmother looked so comfortable when i entered her office but between the squeakiness, the stiffness, and the glare i was receiving, i wasn’t enjoying it as much as i thought i would.

"fairy godmother, i promise im trying my best with harry, it's just-"

she arches an eyebrow and sharply says, "you're too busy engaging in a prank war with your vk roommate rather than help him adjust?" 

before i can protest, she’s listing off every instance of a prank that and i had pulled on each other. the list consists of everything from covering the stairs from the attic to the main floor in baby oil so that harry would fall down all forty-seven steps to him bedazzling the inside of every pair of shoes i own so that i would be forced to walk around campus barefoot for a day before i figured out how to remove the damn pieces of sparkling plastic. each prank continued to raise the stakes until she was almost screaming. 

“you pushed him in the enchanted lake during the vk day dinner and now he’s in the emergency clinic.”

i bury my face in my hands and groan, “i didn’t know his hook was still in his belt loop or that the water was so shallow right there.”

so, maybe he had a small, three-inch cut across his lower left torso, which led to him immediately being whisked away by fauna, flora, and merryweather while fairy godmother took me to her office for punishment discussions. 

she explains that i will now be stuck helping clean up all of the vk day decorations and my parents will be called directly after i’m dismissed. 

finally, she’s sending me out of her office with an exasperated wave of her hand as she begins dialing my mother’s number. the door is swinging closed as i hear their voices fill the room with the mandatory pleasantries before they begin discussing what the call is really about. 

i find myself standing outside the emergency clinic with carlos, evie, and ben as we wait for any news. according to ben, they had been struggling to get harry to sit still long enough for them to clean the wound, much less properly bandage it.

carlos stared at me warily before finally speaking up, “y/n, i get it. you feel bad about what happened, but-” 

evie cuts in and slowly says, “we don’t think it’s the best idea for you to be here.”

i tilt my head and insist, “i’m not just going to leave until i know he’s okay and he knows i’m sorry.”

evie and carlos share a glance as carlos sighs, “y/n, you don’t understand harry. he’s-”

at that moment, merryweather stormed out and was grumbling under her breath as flora followed her anxiously. “sweetie, come back inside. the poor boy needs help.”

the short blue fairy simply shakes her head as she paces and huffs at flora angrily, “if he needed help, he wouldn’t be such a-” 

“oh y/n, thank goodness! we need your help.” flora hurriedly grabs my hand and is pulling me into the emergency clinic before anyone in the hall could question it. 

the clinic is bright, but small and empty due to the usual lack of any injuries in auradon unless they are sports related. harry is laid on the bed, still wet from his fall into the lake almost an hour ago and there’s a notable splotch of red across his torso. his hair is still dripping and his blue eyes are lit up in amusement at the chaos around him as the fauna instantly begins to argue with flora.

he is distracted by fauna when she turns back to him and tries to convince him to let her look at his injury so i quietly ask flora, “what am i supposed to do?” 

a smile is flashed at me reassuringly as she puts away some cotton balls that harry presumably threw at them and answers, “well, seeing as he is refusing our assistance and fairy godmother gave us a strict ban on our magic due to merryweather and fauna never agreeing, we were hoping you would be able to sing your song.” 

i start to shake my head when i hear harry groan, “who let her in here?”

attempting to stop myself from rolling my eyes, i turn on my heel and immediately apologize, “harry, i swear this wasn’t supposed to happen. i was just going to trip you, but then you fell in the enchanted lake and-” 

he snorts and cuts me off by sarcastically pointing out, “for an enchanted lake, it sure did sting like a bitch.”

barely holding back a laugh, i send the fairies out and they happily exit as i come to stand next to the bed. harry continues to grumble and make snarky comments at my expense as i tie my hair up and shake my hands out nervously.

he’s in the midst of talking about how annoying fairy godmother is when i finally cut him off, “harry, listen, i’m going to fix your cut, but i’m just going to need you to sit still for a second.” 

within seconds, he’s tensed up and is squirming away from me as he screams, “oi, no. no doctors or stitches or whatever ye tryna do to me.” i grin and arch my eyebrows, “oh, is the harry hook scared of doctors?” 

harry glares at me and i can tell he sees through my trick, but we both know his pride matters too much to him to just admit to having a fear. so, he finally settles and stares at the wall in front of him. 

i frown at the way his hands clenched around his precious hook. his jaw is taut and he looks down in an attempt to hide the slight blush covering his cheeks.

in his quieter moments like this, i’m reminded that despite him being a pain in my ass, he is human (admittedly, a very attractive human) and he’s capable of feelings other than anger and annoyance. 

“ye gonna do anything useful or ye just gonna stare at me all day?” 

well, until he opens his mouth again.

“maybe if you shut up and gave me a second to focus then this would be over.”

he grins at me and sighs, “for a princess, ye are a feisty lass. more than the others dare to be at least.”

i snort and shrug, “i’ll take that as a compliment coming from you.” 

i cautiously stretch my hand over his torso, uncertain how to warn him of what to expect when i’m not even sure it will work. ever since i was a child, my parents did everything they could to keep me from using my powers and now, this is the only way i can show harry that it truly was an accident.

“don’t get too cocky now, princess. if ye keep being mean to me, i’d start thinking ye got a crush on me.”

shaking my head to refocus and ignore the grin covering his face, i blow air out slowly and finally press my hand to his torso. i wince when i feel the wet material of his ripped shirt beneath my fingertips.

harry hisses at the pressure, but masks it with a low chuckle and quick joke.

“woah, princess, if ye wanted to get handsy, ye could’ve just bought me dinner.” 

ignoring his words, i make eye contact and warn him with a frown, “i’m gonna push your shirt up because for this to work, i have to make direct contact with the injury.”

he simply nods, his grin looking more forced as i move his shirt up slowly.

the cut is deeper than i anticipated and is still bleeding steadily. my hand lightly grazes a few inches below the cut and i can see harry flinch out of the corner of my eye.

apologizing quickly, i hover my hand above the cut and try to not let my eyes wander over his toned abdomen. i look back at his face once more as i tell him, “it’s going to feel weird, but don’t interrupt me because if i don’t fix it, then you’re gonna get stitches.”

once he nods in approval at me, i suck in a shaky breath and softly sing.

 “take these words and make them right so that one day, you and i will write our names in the sky.”

my eyes begin to glow and i can barely see anything as harry’s torso begins to shine as well.

“we’ll confide and if i throw away my fear and pride to set things right, then i’ll find mine on the right of your side.”

closing my eyes, i lift my hand and flex my fingers to get rid of the tingling feeling in my fingertips. harry gasps quietly and mutters, “never heard of a princess who does that.”

when i open my eyes, i see the shock in his bright blue eyes as he stares at me. i breathe a small laugh at his face and shrug, “never met a pirate who pisses me off as much as you do.” 

he chuckles under his breath and sits up slowly, a slight wince crossing his face. i lean forward and help him stand, “oh yeah, haven’t had much practice at it so it’s not gonna be immediate. you’ll be a little sore for a few hours, but there won’t be a scar and you don’t have to deal with the fairies anymore.” 

harry looks relieved at that, but still leans away from my help. i put my hands up in surrender and open the door for him.

as we leave the room, we’re greeted by ben, carlos, and mal. the fairies are surprisingly already gone and evie had already left as well. carlos asks harry how he feels, but harry simply pushes past everyone and begins limping down the hall towards the staircase that will lead to the attic.

mal looks at me with an arched brow and her arms crossed over her chest. i sigh and hold my hands up, “it was an accident and i already got lectured by fairy godmother so i don’t need one from any of you guys.”

she shakes her head and carlos speaks up first. “y/n, you’re supposed to be setting an example for him and helping him adjust.”

i clench my fists by my side and grit my teeth before hissing, “thank you, carlos, that sounds like a great idea that i totally haven’t tried yet.”

he ignores the sarcasm in my tone and makes direct eye contact as he pointedly asks, “have you even tried having a conversation with him?”

i roll my eyes at the question and i’m seconds from giving him another sarcastic response, but he cuts me off before i can speak, “like an actual conversation about how he feels here in auradon or what he wants to do with his future or what life was like on the isle. have you had an actual conversation with him?”

blinking in shock at the question, i let myself think about it for a second. the first week with harry, i did try to talk to him about his feelings, but that always ended quickly with him laughing in my face and mocking me.

in these past couple of weeks though, i had noticed a slight shift in harry’s habits. he was making less snarky comments about me and auradon and he was spending a lot of time in our room. by now, most vk’s had found their friends from the isle or new friends to hang out with in their spare time and they usually had joined a group or a club. but harry hasn’t talked to uma since he went to the one adjustment meeting and he hasn’t joined a group. any time i saw him in the halls during classes, he walked alone and didn’t hover too long before going to his destination.

frowning to myself, i answered carlos honestly, “no. i let myself assume that harry has it all under control that i haven’t been checking on him, but that stops now.” with that, i quickly walked down the hall in the same direction harry went.

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chasing the ocean pt. 3

author's note: this is kinda where things start to pick up between them and shows their interactions

word count: 1398

WARNINGS: light swearing, tension, anger ig 

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by the time i had grabbed my pajamas for the night and returned from my showerr downstairs, harry had only broken three things including a bottle of perfume my mom had sent me, but i wasn’t too concerned considering he had contained most of the glass to the far corner of the room and i had an extra bottle somewhere. he had also had the time to set out more of his own belongings and get ready for bed.

picking up my geography binder from my night stand, i sit on my bed and subtly watch harry angrily finish some graffiti.

he was still quietly brooding over the events at adjustment group, but he was mostly just aggressively shaking the spray paint can and occasionally kicking a chest at the end of his bed.

around the time i was giving up on understanding geography, harry threw the can at a wall with as much force as he could muster.

i jump out of shock and wince at the now dented wall. harry paid no attention to it as he stormed towards a speaker he had placed on top of his chest and slammed his hand on top of it.

after a moment, the speaker began blasting indistinguishable noises and harry simply smirked to himself as he laid on his bed casually, seeming to finally relax.

my hands covered my ears and i threw my binder to the side as i rushed to the speaker. checking for any buttons that looked like they would work, i give up and slam my hand as hard as possible in the same spot harry had.

thankfully, silence followed afterward until me and harry yelled at each other simultaneously...

“oi, who do ye think ye are?”

“harry, what the hell are you thinking?”

his blue eyes narrow into a glare and he’s propped up on his elbows now as i cross my arms defiantly.

i huff and attempt to control my anger in my tired state as i remind him, “just because we’re in the attic, it doesn’t mean we get to be as loud as we want, especially this late at night.”

harry gets out of his bed and i’m suddenly vastly aware of how much taller he is as he leans over me intimidatingly. i hold my ground as he gets only a few inches away from me, lowering his head to maintain eye contact with me.

he cracks a small grin and clicks his tongue, “oh, princess, i don’t recall ever asking for permission.”

with that, he goes to slap the speaker again, but i quickly grab his wrist. he looks at me with shock in his wide eyes and cocks his head to the side.

his voice lowers and i can feel his breath fanning over my face as he speaks with an eerily calm voice, “princess, ye really don’t know who you’re messing with here so i recommend being a bit more cautious. it would be a shame if i had to hook someone as pretty as ye.”

a chill crawls down my back and i refrain from shivering as he drags the cold metal hook down my left cheek. snapping out of it and feeling a boost of courage, i grab the hook and defiantly stares into eyes, “you don’t scare me, harry.”

with that, i turned on my heel and resigned to simply tough it out for the night then talk to ben about the incident. besides, it can��t be that bad sleeping with a little noise.

it was so much worse than i could have ever imagined sleeping with the noise.

as night turned to morning and i still had yet to close my eyes for more than five seconds, i had the time to discover that it was a loop of the ocean waves and occasional bird noises. i also figured out that the loop was only about twenty minutes long if i properly judged the distance between the sound of a bird flapping its wings repeating.

regardless, it seemed that the ocean only got louder as the night went and it got to the point where it felt that the walls were rattling.

as the sun fully rose, i could barely hear my alarm over the thirty-fifth time i heard a bird sound like it swallowed an air horn.

i sit up and look over to see harry still asleep. shrugging to myself, i decide to leave him be as i get ready for the day and just as i’m about to walk towards my first class of the day, harry sits up in his bed with a loud yawn.

he gets out of bed and slams his hand on the speaker. my ears are practically ringing and my head is spinning at the sudden silence in the room, but i still offer to him, “if you hurry up, i can show you to your classes.”

he arches his eyebrows and frowns at me with a sarcastic, “why would i want that?”

i roll my eyes at his snappiness and remind him, “you get five tardies before fairy godmother gives you a punishment then five more before you’re in big trouble. didn’t they brief you on this when you came here?”

harry shrugs dismissively and grabs some random clothes then, without warning, pulls his shirt over his head and begins to pull his pants down.

my eyes widen and in a panic, i cover my eyes with a squeak. harry’s laughter fills my ears and i can hear him begin to tease me as i just turn and walk out of the room. he can just get a tardy for the day.

i took my seat in my chemistry class seconds before the bell ring and as the teacher began droning on about balancing equations, my eyes slowly shut then open in a panic as i attempted to avoid being caught asleep.

the teacher dims the lights and turns to his computer to show us a video of how some scientists found an easy method of balancing a chemical equation and my eyes were closing when suddenly the door slammed open.

i jumped along with everyone else in the classroom and with one quick look at the door, i wanted to scream in frustration.

light streamed in from the bright hallways, but harry hook’s silhouette was easily distinguishable as he twirled his hook and strolled forward into the classroom. the teacher jumped from his seat and told megan, hercules’s daughter, to turn on the lights.

everyone groans at the sudden change, but the teacher is seeing red as he demands to know why harry was so late.

i attempt to look busy to avoid being seen by harry, but it was too late as he pointed his hook in my direction and drawled out, “well, sir, me roommate over there didn’t want to give me a tour.”

instantly sitting up, i shake my head to defend myself, but the teacher is already writing a detention slip.

see, after the first vk’s were sent over, a majority of teachers went through acceptance training to avoid any unfair biases. but the chemistry teacher opted out in favor of simply judging people for himself so in a situation when it’s two people’s words against another, he rules in favor of whoever looks good at the start.

and in this case, that was harry with his wide, innocent eyes and genuine-looking frown. even carlos, who is my partner and one of my closest friends, turned in disappointed confusion from how good harry’s acting was at the moment.

i’m sure i was incriminating myself more than i should be with my bloodshot eyes and dark bags as i glared angrily at him, my fists clenched in my lap.

but as the teacher set the paper on my desk and played the video, i simply glared straight ahead of me. harry was unfortunately seated at the table directly next to mine and as the video continued, a paper was flicked onto my desk.

i glanced to see him smirking in the direction of the board so i opened the slip and instantly crumpled it back up and threw it to the bottom of my bag.

in sloppy, scratchy writing, it simply said, “checkmate :)”

clearly, harry hook had yet to realize that two could play at this game.

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