Chapter Eleven

Summary: Harry begins a new tradition by kissing Uma under a mistletoe (Huma Christmas fluff)

A/N: Omg so sorry guys for not updating on this story as I should have been, I haven't given up on Huma, just a lot of things have been happening recently! Please as always R&R and enjoy the story!

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On the Isle of the Lost, Christmas wasn't much to celebrate for the villain kids. Though Gil tried to make it seem like there is a reason to celebrate, he always sang christmas songs while they worked on the ship, trying to get the others to sing along, Harry would snap at him and tell him to shut up but Uma didn't mind of course, hearing Gil sing was something she looked forward to every year.

Uma didn't like the celebrate, she wasn't a party goer, especially after what happened at the Cotillion, but she tried not to remember that horrific night. It was Christmas Eve after all, time to start looking forward towards the future and not the past in which always tends to turn around and come back at any given moment.

Uma hummed to herself as she cleaned up the Fish N' Chips Shoppe, the last rush before midnight just left and she was exhausted, she just wanted to go lay down and not have to worry about opening up tomorrow morning. But she didn't think about there being one last person who dared to enter her shop when she was finishing cleaning. She turned to glare at the person only to realize it was Harry Hook her best friend, though she would never say it out loud to him.

"Need help there captain?" Harry placed his sword in the barrel next to the double swinging doors of the Shoppe, Uma rolled her eyes as she picked up a plate from the table. "Did you really come all this way to help me clean up? Because if so, that was stupid of you." She clicked her tongue which made Harry chuckle.

"I'll take that as a yes." He smirked before moving around and helping Uma clean up the mess that was left by her crew. Uma didn't mind cleaning of course, it was something that took her mind off of other things, like Harry and how close he would get sometimes, where she could feel his breath on her neck, or how his muscles shown well with his tight shirt.

"So, I was thinking.. since tomorrow, is Christmas.. we could try something different." Harry suggested as he placed the plates into the sink when they made their way back into the kitchen. Uma stood next to Harry, her blue braids hiding her face as she placed the plates in the sink.

"Harry, you know I don't celebrate.." Uma turned to look at Harry who was standing close enough that their bodies were almost touching. Uma could feel her breath leaving her, she told her self to calm down, trying to say convincing words that would get her to stop.

"Yes, Yes, I know that." Harry waved his hand, he looked down at Uma, he wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms, tell her that he wanted her and no one else, there was no other girl that had his heart, no one other than Uma. "But this is something I saw on tv once.. something I want to try.. will you try with me?" Harry could feel his lips started to dry.

Uma chuckled while she brushed some of her hair back behind her ear, she looked up at Harry once more, not caring that there might be a slight blush on her cheeks. "Well, I suppose.. it wouldn't hurt." She watched as Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a mistletoe, something that she had only ever seen on tv, wondering how Harry was able to get his hands on it.

"I-Is that?.." She stammered, her eyes widened a bit. Harry smirked a bit before nodding his head. "Yes, CJ got it for me when she was in Auradon, though it's not like the ones we see on tv. But I think we can make do." He placed the mistletoe above them.

Uma felt her heart racing in her chest, Did Harry really want to kiss her?, was this his whole plan for coming here tonight?, she couldn't stop the blush from forming harder on her face, she looked down at her feet unable to find the words. She didn't stop herself from leaning into Harry's hand when he cupped her cheek, making her look back up at him.

"Uma, I've wanted to kiss you for so long, I know we're not allowed to show affection here on the Isle, but.. I wanted to do this, with you, if you want too as well.." He murmured, his thumb brushing on her cheek.

Uma nodded slowly, her arms finding their way around his neck, her chest felt like it was about to burst, her long childhood crush was just about to kiss her, and she didn't have the strength to push him away. How could she when he was looking at her like that?

Harry leaned in, letting his nose brush against hers, his lips pressed gentle at first, it was soft and sweet, almost like a princess and princesses kiss, but they weren't like that, they weren't royalty, they didn't have to hide their roughness and passion for each other.

Uma was the one who let the kiss turn into a more passionate kiss, their tongues meeting together, their hands gripping onto each others shirts, their breathing leaving them after moments of having a heavy make out session in the kitchen.

Uma could feel her lips bruising, swollen from Harry's kiss. She panted quietly, her hands moving down to his chest, Harry felt a smile on his lips forming, he had finally kissed the girl he's been wanting to kiss for long.

"Merry Christmas Uma." He murmured, Uma wanted to say it back but she couldn't find the words so she decided to lean in and press her lips on his chin before resting her head on his chest, Harry knowing that this was one of the best gifts Uma received.

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