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Chapter 3 : Harry Hook
Hazel's POV:
A look of, PITY, flashes across the gang's faces. Hmmm, I think I can use this ta my advantage later on. "We DO care about you, Hazel.", Ben says. The Vks, vigorously, nod their heads in agreement. Of course they 'care' about me NOW, they have ta. I'm apparently, their ONLY hope at the moment. As soon this whole, undercover mission, is over and done with, they'll go back ta ignoring my very existence until necessary. "Even though we have our differences, you're still our friend.", Evie softly says. I roll my eyes, and chuckle. "I don't really do, FRIENDS.", I reply. Oh boi, here comes the pity looks again. They must think I'm 'lonely' and 'unhappy' deep down. Oh how wrong they are. "You might not consider us as friends, but we do.", Carlos says. He steps towards me, and embraces me in a hug. My eyes widen from shock, but I hug him back of course. I'm not one ta refuse a hug, especially if it's from a cute pupper like Carlos. "I'm sure ya do.", I murmur. I glide my hands up and down his back in a soothing motion. Carlos hugs me tighter after I say that. "As sweet as this all is, we have to go now.", Mal says. I sigh as Carlos lets go. "M's right, the longer we're here...", Evie trails off. "The more likely we'll be spotted.", Jay finishes for her. Ben nods in agreement, then opens the limo door. Mal and Evie crawl inside, and Carlos moves ta join them. I quickly grab his arm, then jerk him back towards me. He lets out a yelp, and I giggle. Jay hops into the driver's seat. "What do ya think ya're doin'?", I ask.
Carlos quickly looks around. I wonder if that's a nervous habit. "Umm, getting into the limo?", he replies. Although, it sounds more like a QUESTION. We'll have ta, work, on that. I softly smile at the boy. "Ya say that like it's a, question. Ya KNOW what ya're doing, so say IT. Don't ask ME.", I say. Carlos nods, then stands up straighter. "I'm getting into the limo.", Carlos states. My smile widens, and I let go of Carlos' arm. "There ya go! Now, ya wanna drive back, don't ya?", I ask. Carlos meekly nods his head. I sigh and roll my eyes. "LOOK, as cute as I find ya shy pupper personality, ya're gonna have to fix that. I'm not sayin' ta CHANGE who ya are, but ya need ta stand up for ya self when ya, want, somethin'.", I say. Carlos' eyes slightly widen, before he vigorously nods. I quirk my brow at him. He puffs his chest out before sayin', "Yes, I want to drive back." I slowly nod, then point ta the front of the limo. "Then march ya BUTT over there. Yank open the driver's door, and TELL 'athlete of the year' over there. TELL him that YA'RE DRIVING THE LIMO BACK TO AURADON. Stand ya ground.", I command. "Why are you trying to help me? What's in it for you?", Carlos questions. Fair question. I suppose this is a bit, out of character, for me. "Ya're 1 of the FEW people I actually like.", I reply. Carlos lets out a soft chuckle. "I thought you 'didn't do friends' .", Carlos retorts. I place my pointer finger to my lips, and flash him my signature smirk.
Jay pushes open the driver's door, and pops his head out. "Come on, Carlos!", Jay says. Then he closes the door once again. I nod my head in Jay's direction. The look on Carlos' face, is 1 of pure, DETERMINATION. Carlos marches over ta the driver's door, then yanks the thing open. Jay turns towards Carlos, then quirks his brow. "What are you doing? We don't have time for this.", Jay questions. Carlos puts his hands on his hips. "Trust me, we have time for this. Now, get out of the limo.", Carlos commands. Ooooo, determined Carlos is fun. Jay eyes widen at Carlos' tone of voice, then he puts his hands up in surrender. Jay slowly gets out of the limo. "Okay, what was so important that couldn't wait until we got back? That I also had to step out of the limo for?", Jay questions. Carlos takes a deep breathe, before sayin', "I'm driving us back to Auradon. Get in the back with the others, please." I roll my eyes. Of course he'd add, PLEASE, at the end of that. Carlos might as well be an AK at this point. A half smile forms across my face. He DOES make a great AK. What IS with everyone always referring ta others as, 'AK' or 'VK'? Why does all that stuff, matter? I doesn't. "Okay, fine. If you wanna drive us back so badly, go right ahead.", Jay sighs. "Yes!", Carlos exclaims, while Jay crawls into the back. Then he pops his head out a moment later as Carlos is getting into the front. "Hey, Carlos.", he says. Carlos turns back towards Jay. "Yeah, Jay?", he quips back. "Congrats on standing up for yourself.", Jay says.
"Thanks, Jay.", Carlos warmly replies. They both close their doors, and Carlos drives away. I watch them go. "He FINALLY did it.", I say. Hmmm. Now, where ta GO? I could either, waltz around until I ACCIDENTLY, bump inta a pirate. OR, I could crash at Mal's old place for the rest of the night, and seek them out, tomorrow. Decisions, DECISIONS. I stroll down the alley the gang dropped me off at, and end up a some sort of MARKET PLACE. It's of course deserted for the night. WAIT A SECOND. HERE I AM, AT THE ISLE. COMPLETELY UNSUPERVISED, IN A MARKET PLACE, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. "Oh, I think I'm gonna like it HERE.", I say in a sing song voice. I decide to take a leisurely stroll down the, market place. 'Accidently' knocking over booths and barrels. "I almost feel, BAD, for whoever has ta pick all this up in the mornin'.", I say. I reach the end of the market place, then turn back ta take in all the DAMAGE. The 'market place' is completely TRASHED. "My work here, is done. For NOW.", I say. I spin back around, and skip into the next alley. I skip down 3 alleys, before finally stoppin'. Is this place make up ENTIRELY out of alleys or somethin'? Ya'd think there'd be pirates left and right, looting everything, at this time of NIGHT. Man, Uma's gang is really, SLACKING. I hear someone's footsteps, ever so slowly, approaching me. I huff. It took them long enough. That better be a pirate comin' ta mug or kill me right now. The footsteps FINALLY come close enough, ta where I can just make out the shadow of someone. I WOULD use my magic ta see who it is, but my red eyes would absolutely GLOW.
They turned themselves off at, some point. I don't think it'd be very smart of me ta reveal my magic right off the back ANYWAY. "Well, well, well. Wha' do we hav' here?", a male scottish voice asks. My eyes slightly widen. If ya didn' know, I'm an absolute SUCKER, for accents. I hope he's cute, and a pirate. Then I could kill 2 people with 1 stone. "GOOD question.", I say. He steps even closer, and I'm barely able ta make him out with the SHITTY ASS street lights Auradon provided. Damn, he's TALL. He's also extremely good looking, and judging by his clothes, a PIRATE. Well isn't this just my LUCKY day. "Then answer it, lass.", he quips. He leans down a tad bit, ta get in my face. Mmmmm. I can't WAIT ta play with him. "What was the, QUESTION again?", I ask while flashing him 1 of my best smiles. He brings a hook ta my chin. Yep, DEFINITELY, a pirate. "Who are ya?", he questions. I giggle at this. I haven't had anyone ask me that in a, WHILE. He slightly quirks his brow at me. I grab his hook, and slowly lower it. "No one in, particular. The BETTER question is, who're ya?", I answer. I slowly take in his form, and make sure he notices it. He deeply chuckles, and steps back from me. " I AM Harry Hook, the son of Captain Hook.", he proudly says. I throw my head back and laugh, manically. What're the ODDS, that I run into Uma's 1st mate? Within the 1ST HOUR I get here, as well. He tilts his head while watching me. I really hope he's not tryin' ta figure me out, MANY have tried THAT. While NONE have succeeded.
Harry's POV:
I was just makin' me nightly rounds, checkin' ta make sure e'rythin' was in order. When I came 'cross this lass I've never seen 'round 'ere before. E'en in this dim lightin', ya could tell she was a looker. 'er laugh made 'er sound like a mad woman. She must be insane ta be wanderin' 'round 'ere this late at night. "What's so funny, lass?", I ask while wavin' me hook at 'er direction. "Anythin' and EVERYTHIN'.", she 'nswers. WHAT DOES THAT E'EN MEAN? "What're ya on 'bout?", I question 'hile I glare at 'er. Pretty or not, she could be a threat. A face splittin' grin forms on 'er pretty face. She takes a few steps towards me. I quickly blink back the suprise from me face. People 'round 'ere cower before me, they take steps 'way from me. 'specially 'ince 'Princess' Mal and 'er little friends left. We took all 'er ol' turf, 'nd we're the ones in control now. I smirk 'nd lean 'wards 'er. This must all be a show, she's tryin' not ta look weak in front of me. "I'M just, a lil GIDDY, that's all.", she says. Giddy 'bout what? Is this a trap?! I quickly jump back, 'nd surv'y all me surroundin's. I don' see or 'ear anyone else 'round. I 'ear 'er giggle, so I look back at 'er. "Well aren't ya a, TENSE, one?", she asks. I snort. She's just tryin' ta mess with me head. That's what she's on 'bout. Fine, if she wants ta play this game, who am I ta stop 'er? "'nd might I ask, what ya're so giddy 'bout, dearie?", I question. She tilts 'er head 'hile smilin' at me. She skips 'wards me, 'til we're inches 'part. "It's quite an, HONOR, ta meet ya. I've heard, so many WONDERFUL things, about ya.", she says in a melodic tone of voice.
Me eyes slightly widen. So, she's a fan, huh? I'm sure word 'pread 'bout Uma bein' MIA as of late. 'nd 'ince I'm Uma's 'irst mate, lead'rship automatically falls ta me. Maybe she 'ants ta charm 'er way into gettin' a good position on our crew. Or maybe, she just 'ants ta get on our good graces. I lean further, 'til me face is inches 'way from 'ers. "Pray tell, what might those wonderful thin's be?", I whisper. She softly bumps 'er nose 'gainst mine as she 'resses our foreheads toge'er. I audibly swallow. I can e'en feel me face heat up. Women don' frazzle me, e'er. So why is me 'eart poundin' out of me chest? Why is it gettin' 'arder ta breathe? She 'miles at me. "Just a, verbal list, of ya're ACCOMPLISHMENTS.", she whispers back. 'complishments? She must be talkin' 'bout all the wick'd thin's I've done. I 'mile back at 'er. "What 'bout ya? What're ya're 'complishments?", I ask. I doubt she 'as any, I would've 'eard 'bout 'er if she did. She bites 'er lip while sendin' me a lustful stare. "I have a, knack, for stealin', lyin', manipulatin', torturin', killin', and makin' people really UNCOMFORTABLE.", she whispers. I let out a quiet chuckle. 'er so called 'complishments 'ound like the basic descrip'n of e'eryone at the Isle. She's pro'ably exaggeratin' too, ta make 'erself 'ound wick'd. "So does e'eryone else in this place, lass.", I say as I step back. An o'erexaggerat'd look of 'urt graces 'er face. She 'laps 'er hand o'er 'er 'eart. "Hooky, are ya DOUBTIN' my abilities?", she gasps.
Hazel's POV:
I can't WAIT ta, play, with him. 1ST things 1st though, I need ta get him ta take me back ta his ship. I would say HOUSE, but, if he's the son of 'Captain Hook', he's DEFINITELY livin' on a ship. I would crash at Mal's GRUNGY place, but I can't risk this cutie followin' me ta see where I 'live'. A wild smile slaps itself onta his pretty face. "How can I not doubt ya're 'bilities, love? I 'aven't seen ya in action yet.", he says. Mmmmm. OH, don't worry, ya'll see me in action REAL soon. I nod my head in the direction I came from. "Ya wanna see the, DAMAGE, I did ta the market place?", I ask. He rolls his eyes at me. "The market place is an absolute dump. What more could ya poss'bly 'ave done?", he questions. I turn back towards the, alley, I came from, and start skippin'. I hear him briskly walk ta catch up ta me. He falls in step next ta me. " 'ey, lass! Where're ya off ta now?", he asks me. I giggle. Do ya REALLY have ta ask? I thought it was, obvious. "Ta the market place of course. We can't have ya DOUBTIN' my abilities, can we?", I sweetly ask. We turn inta another alley. " 'nd why do ya care so 'uch 'bout what I think?", he asks. 'cause I need ya ta offer me a, position, on ya're CREW. I glance over at him, we make eye contact. I shoot him a wink, and direct my attention back towards the alley. "Why are ya so interested in me?", I question back. He chokes on air, while I SMUGLY smirk. "Who 'aid I was e'en interested in ya?", he fires back.
Harry's POV:
She's a cocky one, 'ssumin' I'm inta 'er. Sure, I'd fuck 'er. I don' think there's a single man 'live that'd refuse 'er. That's just, 'atisfyin' an urge. That's diffe'ent from bein' actually in'erested in 'er. "Ya're askin' an awful LOT of questions, for someone who's not INTERESTED.", she says. I scoff as we 'urn inta ano'er alley. We should hit the market place af'er this. "Ya're a stranger that I've ne'er seen be'ore. Of 'ourse I'm gonna ask a lot of questions.", I state. 'specially 'ince if ya're as skilled as ya say ya are, ya might be of use ta us. Or at the 'ery least, of use ta my dick. "So, ya're CURIOUS about me?", she asks. I 'ought I made that pretty clear. We FINALLY reach the market place. Me mouth just 'bout drops ta the ground. The market place is in shambles. Barrels, booths, ya name it, e'erythin's lyin' on it's 'ide. "How'd ya e'en manage ta tip 'ome of these 'tands o'er?", I ask. She's so short 'nd tiny. She can' 'ave 'nough muscle 'ower ta do all this. Someone must've 'elped 'er. What's 'er game 'ere? "It's not that hard, actually.", she states. I narrow me eyes at 'er. Some of these stands 're pretty ol' and rickity, 'hich I can see 'er easily knockin' o'er. There's a 'ood 'mount of stands 'ere that 're screwed inta the ground 'cause people kept trashin' 'hem. "What 'bout the stands that 'ere screwed inta the ground?", I quip. I strut inta the trash 'eap that was once the market place, 'nd look 'round for the booths that 'ere 'rilled inta the dirt.
Hazel's POV:
Ahhh. I see why he's SO, suspicious. He's wonderin' how a 'lil girl like me' could do all this, damage. Ya know, I didn't even have ta USE magic ta rip those booths out of the, ground. I happen, ta be stronger than I LOOK. He stops at a, particularly sturdy, lookin' booth. He kneels down ta EXAMINE it. "What about them?", I ask back. He lets out an, annoyed, growl. God, that made me, wet. Don't judge me, that growl sounded really, hot. I hops back up and turns ta face me. He motions for me ta walk over towards him. I smile as I slowly make my way over ta him. I make sure ta take my SWEET time as well. "How did ya manage ta rip 'hem from the ground?!", he snaps. Oooo, someone's a lil moody. LOL. Annoyed Harry might be even hotter than regular Harry. I wonder how hot mad Harry is. I shrug my shoulders. "I grabbed an end, and pulled.", I say. He deeply sighs, then slaps a hand over his face. He lets his hand fall, then hangs his hook on a loop thingy. Then he lungs for me. He grabs my jacket, and yanks me forward. He looks slightly surprised. Ah, he was expecting me ta flinch or put up a fight. I giggle. I'm not scared of him. His growl returns, and I get even WETTER. "DON' TEST ME, LASS. I'LL ONLY ASK YA THIS ONCE. WHO 'ELPED YA TRASH THIS DUMP?", he growls out. Ooooo. I wonder if he's this, dominate, durin' sex. I break eye contact with him, and let my gaze fall ta his lips. "I didn't NEED any, help. I did, all of this, all on my OWN.", I reply. He scoffs, then pushes me back. Or at least, he tries ta. My feet remain firmly in place. There's a lot of things I DON'T do, and STUMBLING backwards, is 1 of them. He quickly blinks back the surprised look on his face. "How did ya-?", he starts. I quickly shush him. His left eye twitches. I bust out laughing at this. It looks like the great Harry Hook is seconds away from snappin'.