The Broken Gem |OC x Harry Hook|

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐏 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐎 𝐍 𝐄

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘺𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 on how I ended up in this limo in the first place. I was perfectly content in my bed, my covers pulled up to my neck and the TV playing Gods knows what in the background as I attempted to sleep off the horrific events of a day that I had. But no, Ben just had to come knocking at my door with those stupid puppy eyes, begging for my help. The things I did for him baffled me at times, but this... this probably took the cake, buffet and restaurant. Never in a million years would I have thought I'd be in the passenger seat—my bow in hand and a sword hidden away in my scabbard—of a limo heading straight for the Isle for a rescue mission.

"Okay, explain to me what happened again?" I asked, looking at Jay from the corner of my eye.

He groaned, probably growing tired from the amount of times I asked him to repeat the same bloody story. "Mal's gone back to the Isle." I nodded my head, already knowing this. "We're going to go get her—"

"Yeah, I know that, but what does this have to do with me? You already have the whole gang here." I cocked an eyebrow, leaning back in my seat and manspreading as I tried to get comfortable. "I genuinely don't understand how I'm useful right now."

I watched as Jay gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, a poor attempt to control his emotions. A small smirk decorated my lips. Gods, he made it too easy sometimes. "Because you're Ben's babysitter—"

"Bodyguard," I cut off.

"Right, sorry, bodyguard," Jay corrected himself, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. "And he doesn't go anywhere without you, so..."

I knew what he meant. I was pretty much acting like an emotional support dog. Well, that's how it's been for as long as I can remember. Mom would take me to her Auradon meetings and leave me with a young prince Ben. She knew he needed a friend and that Grandma and Grandpa deserved a break from my "hyper-active-self". What can I say? I take after my uncles.

My eyes trailed off to the scenery around us. They focused on the small white dots that decorated the night sky, providing little to no light to the people still awake at this ungodly hour. Seriously. Who the hell in their right mind decides to plan a rescue mission at the witching hour? Yellow magic surrounded the car as we continued driving along the temporary bridge. I watch it circle us, staying only a few inches ahead. My eyes suddenly felt heavy as I was doing my best to suppress a yawn; it felt like I was counting sheep.

Speaking of the rescue mission, I wasn't told much about it. The only thing that I knew was that Ben had gotten into a fight with Mal and she fled back to the Isle. Looking back at it now, I probably should've asked more questions about the situation. But I was never one to back down from an adventure that would potentially leave someone injured or dead... and Ben knew that. The part I was supposed to play in this production was the watchful bodyguard of the King, which was a horrible position for me if I'm honest; I can't even keep track of my homework half of the time.

I started fidgeting with the necklace around my neck, sliding the gold pendant across the chain, creating an annoying sound to the former thief beside me. I knew he wasn't going to say anything about it, though. He would either have to deal with my annoying nervous rambling or the sound of the moving pendant.

It didn't take long before we reached the end of the magical bridge, anxiety finally settling in the pits of my stomach and making itself known. I shouldn't be nervous over something as ridiculous as this. I've been on numerous death missions before this one, so why was it so different now?