• harry hook imagines •

on my own - part one

written by : dj-sparkle-dust

"Y/N Facilier, you sly little guppy you!"
You laughed as the thick accent filled your head. "Hary Hook," You greeted, turning to face the young pirate. He held his trademark hook in his left hand, a sword in his belt, and his tricorne hat perched upon his head.
"The one and only," he replied, giving you a swift bow. Sometimes this boy was just too much.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" You asked, one hand hiding behind your back to slide a golden locket into your back pocket. The locket belonging to the one and only daughter of Ursula, Uma. The brunet pirate let out a chuckle before standing to face you, right hand coming to rest on the hilt of his sword.
"I'm afraid Uma isn't too happy with you, Kitten. After all, you did take somethin' that doesn't belong to you." He slurred, strutting over until he was right in front of you. "And that wasn't very nice."
You chuckled as his hook came to gently caress your jaw. "I'd hate to ruin a pretty face like yers. So why don't ya just fork it over to ol' Harry, Princess?" He whispered softly, though you could feel the weight of his threat as plainly as the feeling of his cold hook against your skin. But, unfortunately for him, you weren't one to back down easily.
"I don't have the slightest clue of what Ol' Harry is talking about. I'm Kitten not Princess, remember?," You replied smoothly, a slight smirk tugging at your lips as you mocked the pirate's (albeit attractive) accent. You were surprised to see a smirk tugging at his lips as well.
"Is that so? Then what might this be, hm?" He asked you, using the hook you had been too distracted to notice to slip the necklace out of your pocket and dangle it in front of your face.
"Gee, how did that get there?" You asked with a mocking gasp. Harry opened his mouth to reply but you cut him off with a swift, "Well, I'd hate to cut this visit short but I really must be going now! Bye, Jerry!" Before placing a kiss on his cheek (to momentarily distract him from the fact you snatched his hat off his head) and running off.
"It's Harry!" He called after you, running his fingers through his hair. "Something's not right..." he mumbled to himself, slowly beginning the trek back to Uma's ship, feeling the breeze running through his hair. He stopped. There shouldn't be a breeze running through his hair. His hat would have stopped it. His hat!
"Why, you little snake! GET BACK HERE WITH MY HAT!"

"Do you think we'll ever get off this island?" You asked Harry from where you laid curled up on the deck of Uma's ship. Harry chuckled, taking your hand that was idly tracing shapes onto his chest and pressing it to his lips.
"Of course we will, Lass. Uma can do anythin'. She'll get us off of this bloody island. We'll rule Auradon someday," He replied. You frowned slightly.
"But I don't want to rule Auradon. It'd become just as bad as the Isle," you mumbled, staring up at the black sky above you, wishing that for once you could see the moon and the stars.
Harry chuckled slightly, "You have to be the least ambitious Villain I have ever met," he teased, rolling over on top of you and tickling at your sides until you were squirming like a worm on a hook.
"Well at least my goal in life isn't something like getting my hand eaten by a lazy crocodile like my father," You teased. You would never let him live down the day he stuck a fish on his hand to try and entice Tick Tock to eat it.
"No but yer goal could be to grow a mustache like him. It's already started!" He teased back. You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.
"You take that back!"
"Make me!"

"Hey, Y/N?" A voice brought you out of your own thoughts. You were alone in your 'apartment' after a fight with Harry. He wouldn't stop bringing up Mal again.
"Oh hey, Gil. Come on in," you greeted, smiling at the blond boy. You never had anything against Gil. Despite his father being a pompous airhead, he was a really nice guy, though not the brightest.
"I need to talk to you. About Harry." The tone in his voice made you sit your book down, giving him your undivided attention.

"Kitten, I'm home! Ready to grovel for yer forgiveness!" The pirate called out as he stepped into the apartment. He frowned slightly. He could feel a storm brewing. And not the kind with rain either. The kind that often results in him taking a book or two to the head. He slowly followed a trail of tissues to the bedroom the two of you often shared when he didn't feel like going back to the ship.
"Oh no, darlin' what's wrong with you?" He cooed as he spotted you hugging your knees on the bed. Hurrying over, he wrapped his arms around you, gently rocking you back and forth, feeling teary eyed himself. You never cried, so on the rare occasion you would, he would end up joining you at the sadness of seeing your tears.
"Go away, Harry," You whispered in a cracking voice.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong with you. Who hurt my little Kitten, hm?" He quizzed in a soft voice, wiping tears from your cheeks.
"Go look in a mirror to find out. Or go find that ship captain you sneak off to see," You seethed, anger replacing sadness as you watched his expression shift from concerned, to confused, to shock and guilt.
"Now Princess, let me explain," he started, only to be cut off by you. "Explain what, Harry!? That you've been cheating on me with your Captain!?" You yelled, the anger finally pushing itself out of every pore in your body.
He at least had the decency to keep his mouth shut while you yelled at him. You finally told him how he made you feel when all he could do was complain about Mal leaving, or obsess over Uma's latest stupid plan to leave the Isle which everyone knew would fail. How worried you would be when he'd come home at odd hours of the night, reeking of booze and perfume.
But, then he came back at you. Accusing you of spying on him, trying to be his parent instead of his girlfriend, and even having the audacity to accuse you of cheating on him! With Gil of all people!
And by the time he stormed out of your apartment that night, you both believed you were in the right.

"On behalf of King Benjamin and Lady Mal, you have hereby been invited to join in the academic year at Auradon Prep," You read from the scroll, eyes wide in shock. "You mean... I get to leave the Isle? And attend an actual school?" You asked, staring at the smiling man in yellow and blue that had appeared in your apartment.
You felt like you could burst into tears at the sight of his nod. So you did.

"I'm going for a walk, Lads," the brunet pirate called out to the other members of Uma's crew before strolling off of the ship, pretending he had all the time in the world. Even though he knew he only had about ten minutes left before you left for Auradon.
He kept to the shadows, leaning against a building nearby while you put your belongings into the trunk of the limousine. Nothing fancy, just a small sack of clothes, including a few choice items gifted to you by a certain pirate. Not that you'd ever admit that to anyone.
You could feel his gaze on your back so you turned, getting one last look at the brunet boy you still harbored so many feelings for. But, upon meeting your gaze, he turned his head, clenching his jaw tightly.
You sighed. "Goodbye, Harry Hook."
And with that, you took your leave.