Treasure // Harry Hook

1.6

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I stop infront of Curl up and Dye, with a small hum. "What's the worst that could happen....?" I ask myself quietly.

I shrug and walk in the sad saloon. It's just not as relaxing when Dizzy isn't here.

"What do you want?" Stepmother growls out in disgust, sitting in one of the chairs.

"Huh? Oh um.. a dye and maybe a cut.." I smile. "I want it red."

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"What did ye do to your hair!" Harry shouts, concern filled his eyes as he took ahold of my freshly bright red hair.

"I dyed it, I couldn't bare cutting it. That was just to much." I laugh, pulling away from him a bit.

"Its brighter than the red sea!" He grumbles, his eyes unable to leave my hair.

I grumble under my breath, rolling my eyes. "It's just hair, it'll turn back to brown eventually. Besides I thought you liked red! All your clothes are red."

"I do like red! Just not on you!" He huffs, glaring once he met my eyes.

I stood in shock as I looked at him. "Excuse me?" I frown. "And why don't you like it on me?" I growl out moving to push him a bit. "Huh? What's wrong with it? Why don't you like it? Is it because I changed without your permission? Or is it because I'm not the same little soft princess you met? I've changed Harry. Wether you like it or not your not getting the old me back."

He stays quiet his jaw clenching and unclenching. "Shut up," he says simply.

"Oh wow, what an amazing comeback Harry." I huff annoyed.

"I said shut up!" He grumbles forcing me to look at him. "Can't you listen for 2 seconds? Hmm? 2 seconds before you start making assumptions?" He asked spitfully. His grip getting tighter.

I wince softly before nodding. "Your Hook is showing though." I mutter.

He glances down at his grip before letting go. "Sorry..."

I sigh with a nod, quietly rubbing my now sore arm.

"I don't hate your hair... just a shock okay..." he mutters watching me carefully rub my arm. "I didn't mean to hurt you.."

I nod and huff. "I know..."

He smiles and nods. "I do have to say red looks nice on you, now that I got a nice look of it." He leans in a bit to examine my hair.

"Does it?" I question softly.

He nods with a grin. "Yeah. It matches your red lips quite nicely." He says softly leaning into my lips.

I grumble softly and move away. "Sorry Harry, I'm not quite ready to kiss you at the moment. I'm still mad at you, no matter how much your covering it up with your sappy words."

He pouts a bit. "Oh come on treasure! A little kiss won't hurt." He huffs.

"No Harry." I call out firmly as I head out of his hug and toward the boat.

'I won't let you use me again... especially when I'm at a weak moment.'

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