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Chapter 5: New girlfriend?
Hazel's POV:
Harry's more, clever, than I originally gave him CREDIT for. Tryin' ta slather on as much, metaphorical, salt on the WOUND as he possibly could. I turn round and skip towards the entrance of his ship. "Wha' do ya t'ink I'm tryin' ta do then, lass?", he questions as he quickly moves ta follow me. That's it, keep on talkin'. "Tryin' ta get under my skin.", I reply. 1 more final SKIP, and I'm standin' on the deck of his ship. Achievement unlocked. Harry quickly slides in front of me. Ah, he's tryin' ta stop me from, invadin', his 'home'. I think he's tryin' ta be, subtle, about it? Maybe he thinks that askin' me ta leave, would only make me wanna stay even MORE. He'd be RIGHT in that case, but either way, I'm sleepin' here tonight. "Is it workin'?", he asks as he, playfully, quirks a brow at me. I smirk at him. Oh GOODY, I LIVE for playful banter. "UNFORTUNATELY for ya, no.", I shoot back. I step around him, and SLOWLY start ta walk back wards. He turns around and follows me step for step. "Wha's it gonna take ta get a reaction from ya?", he questions. I stop movin' once I reach the, middle, of the deck. I shoot him the most 'innocent' look I could POSSIBLY muster at the moment. "Now why would I give YA the, satisfaction, of gettin' a reaction from me?", I ask back. He slightly chuckles. I quickly look around his Daddy's ship, since there's NO way he could have his own ship yet. I'm sure he splits whatever money he, acquires, with the rest of his crew members.
I doubt Uma's crew works for her just so they can, belong, ta somethin'. Auradonians do that ALL the time, but from what I've gathered from speakin' with Mal's lil friend circle, people from the Isle don't do thin's UNLESS there's somethin' in it for them. Which is completely understandable, but not very helpful in my case. I was BARELY even nice ta Harry, and he already thinks that somethin's up. "Lookin' for somethin', girly?", he asks as he narrows his eyes at me. Oh come on, this can't be the 1ST time someone's looked around his ship before. Don't tell me mistah charmer over here doesn't have very many, friends, over. "Nothin' in, particular.", I respond as I continue ta look around. There's a lot of wood on this thing. He grabs my face, and makes me look at him. Well someone's pretty, CONTROLING. "Ya seem like ya might be.", he accuses. I manage ta cock my head ta the side like I don't know what he's talkin' about. He looks slightly surprised, but he MASKS it pretty, quickly. I roll my eyes. He's not even holdin' my face in place that hard. "Might be what?", I ask. I try ta throw the sound of, confusion, inta my voice for that EXTRA added touch. An adorable look of annoyance flashes across his face. I giggle. "Lookin' for somethin' in PARTICULAR. Is that why ya were so keen on walkin' meh home, lass?", he questions as his grip on my face, tightens. I let out a slight gasp, and he looks pretty satisfied. Oh gosh, I hope he didn' actually think that was a 'oh no I'm scared' gasp. I let out a chuckle at the thought.
Harry's POV:
She must be a spy for a lesser known gang or somethin' of the sorts. It would explain 'er 'niceness', 'nd why she was willin' ta go out of 'er way ta make sure I made it home alright. That must be 'er game. Well she's not gonna get away with it. I'm sure CJ and Harriet would just LOVE ta jack 'er clothes and rip 'er apart. I just 'ave ta get 'er below deck ta our livin' quarters. Why is she chucklin'? I've caught onta 'er game, there's no use pretendin' now. "Gods, ya're so hot when ya're, annoyed and ANGRY.", she moans out. I 'mediately let go o' 'er face, grab 'er shoulders, 'nd start pushin' 'er in tha direction of our livin' quarters. Maybe I can get a quick fuck in 'fore we hurt 'er. I'll just have ta ducktape 'er mouth shut 1st. "So ya're tryin' ta annoy meh then?", I ask. She giggles and starts walkin' backwards so I don' have ta push 'er as much. OH, she has NO IDEA what gonna happen ta her, does she? That just makes it all tha more fun. Sure, she was oddly nice 'nd 'nderstandin' earlier when I had me littl' episode earlier, but that was probably all 'or show. Ta get meh ta drop me guard, so I'd just let 'er waltz onta meh ship 'nd she could get all tha information she needs. "Not necessarily.", she responds. I roll meh eyes. I'm so tired o' 'er cryptic responses. "Why do ya always do that?", I ask. We reach tha open doorway that leads ta me livin' quarters. I stop pushin' 'er, 'nd she stop walkin'. I drop me hands from 'er shoulders.
"Always do, WHAT?", she asks back. I knew she'd 'nswer me question with a question. She does that a lot, she also deflects lots o' me questions. A sure sign that tha lass is hidin' somethin'. "Ya tend ta answer me questions with a question, 'nd when ya do 'ive meh an 'nswer, it's usually a pretty cryptic 1.", I respond. She looks away for a moment, then plasters a smile on 'er face. "LOL, that's not the 1st time I've heard THAT before, but ya can't expect me ta tell ya ALL of my secrets on the 1st date.", she says. She somehow managed ta deflect me question yet 'nswer it at the same time. So she claims ta be this cryptic with e'eryone, I bet she doesn't 'ave very many friends then. WAIT. "So, ya 'ave secrets, do ya?", I ask. She giggles 'or like tha 20th time tanight. Is she tryin' ta project an annoyin'ly bubbly persona, or is she really this annoyin'ly bubbly? Would bubbly e'en be tha right word 'or what she is? "Doesn't EVERYONE?", she asks back. Fair enough. I nod in agreement. WAIT, HOLD ON. "What makes ya t'ink that this is a date?", I ask. WOMEN. They ASSUME that just 'cause ya want ta rail them, ya want ta date 'em ta. I don't do tha 'hole datin' thin'. Feelin's are WEAK. 1 night stands 'nd late night booty calls 're more me speed. "I don't, think, it is. I KNOW it is.", she states. I let out an amused chuckle. Lassie is in 'or a rude 'wakenin'. " 'nd how do ya know that?", I ask just 'or shits 'nd giggles. 'er hands shoot up 'nd grasp me jacket, 'nd she yanks meh closer ta 'er.
Hazel's POV:
It's, decently, clear that he's ATTRACTED ta me. Which I can definitely use ta my, advantage. He doesn't seem like the, type, ta settle down. So I don't really THINK any of the hoes he's fucked have ever really, tried, ta tie him down. Or at least, they didn't try hard ENOUGH. I can't have him 'one night standin'' me, he'll never speak ta me again afterwards if THAT happens. There's a possibly of me becomin' a 'booty call' or 'side hoe', but that's a RISK all in itself. I can't have some, Ilse slut, gettin' in MY way by somehow managin' ta tie him down or make him lose INTEREST in me. After all, he is my best bet in trackin' Uma down. There's Gil, but I heard from a lil birdy that his IQ points are LACKIN'. "This is a date, 'cause I SAY it's a date.", I whisper. I brush my nose against his, and I hear him swallow. EXCELLENT. "Wha', I don't get a say 'n this?", he chokes out. I feel him slightly stiffen. No, ya don't. "Of course ya do, I told ya before, I'm not gonna make ya do somethin' ya don't wanna do. The date's BASICALLY over now, so ya can't really back out of THIS 1, but I'm not makin' ya go on a 2nd date. That's COMPLETELY up ta ya.", I murmur. He quickly blinks, and I can feel him slightly relax. He doesn't like bein' forced ta do thin's, noted. "But we didn' e'en GO ON A DATE.", he states. I playfully roll my eyes at him. He's right of course, but that doesn't mean I won't correct him on that. "Do ya even know what a date is?", I ask. He looks away from me. I'll take that as a YES.
Harry's POV:
OF COURSE I KNOW WHA' A DATE IS! I mean, I 'ave a general idea of wha' it is. Wha' would she e'en know 'bout datin'? It's not like people 'round 'ere 'date' much, if at all, ANYWAY. "Like ya know anythin' 'bout datin'.", I retort. 'er hands travel up me jacket, ta hook themselves 'round me neck. Forcin' meh ta lean e'en closer ta 'er. "I don't know from PERSONAL experience of course. I hadn't found a person I liked enough ta DATE before. I've heard a LOT about them though. 2 people who are attracted ta each other meet up, and DO somethin' together. Then 1 usually walks the other home. We went ta the, Market Place, looked at all the damage. Then we walked around for a bit, and I walked ya home. Sounds like a, date, ta me.", she explains. 'kay, when ya put it like that it ALMOST sounds like a date. We didn't agree ta meet up though, this was the 1st time we E'ER met. "Ya can't go on a 1st date with someone ya 'ave just met.", I contradict. Am I really wastin' time right now arguin' about whether this SPY 'nd I went on a date or not? "Sure ya can.", she retorts. I roll me eyes. I'm SO o'er this. She loosens 'er grip 'round me neck, 'nd 'er hands 'ind their way ta me face. She uses 'er thumbs ta softly stroke me face. Me heart starts ta beat fast'r. Well this is new. On 1's e'er been so, gentle or 'carin'' with meh before. Me face starts ta slightly heat up. I quickly grab 'er wrists 'nd yank 'er hands 'way. I let go, then push 'er down tha stairs.
Hazel's POV:
I take it he's not so used ta people bein', gentle, with him. I fall backwards, but quickly manage ta do several backflips down the stairs. I wonder if THAT was his plan originally, ta push me DOWN the stairs. Was he thinkin' about torturin' me after all? That's FUN. He bounds down the steps after me. He looks slightly shocked. I giggle, and bounce up ta him. "Oh come on, did ya really think I'd LET myself fall down a mini flight of stairs?", I quip. I playfully elbow him, and he fakes a chuckle. Like that lil STUNT he just pulled was just a joke, and all in good FUN. I mean, it was all in good fun, but only because I didn't ACTUALLY fall. I would've guilted tripped him ta the MOON and back if he had actually managed ta hurt me. "Of course not, I just wanted ta see ya in action.", he says while flashin' me an award winnin' smile. Of course ya'd say that. I turn away from him and glance around the room we're in. Apparently we're in his livin' room. "WELL?", I ask, fully KNOWIN' he's not gonna know what the actual fuck I'm meanin' by that. "Well WHAT?", he asks back. I grin up at him, and he cocks his head ta the side. "Aren't ya gonna give me a house tour?", I ask. Both his eyebrows shoot up. Am I pushin' it, POSSIBLY. Will he show me around just ta make up for the fact that he actually tried ta hurt me, ABSOLUTELY. He lets out a deep sigh. "Wha' do ya wanna see?", he grumbles. I flash him a genuine smile, and tackle him ta the ground in a hug. I win.
Harry's POV:
She's actually insane. I unintentionally let out a yelp aft'r the lass TACKLES meh ta the ground. I guess that's wha' I get 'or failin' ta hurt 'er. I get tacklin' meh, me sist'rs do that all tha time. Why IS SHE HUGGIN' MEH THOUGH? I push 'er off me, 'nd quickly scramble ta me feet. "Why were ya huggin' meh?", I question. Is this anoth'r 1 of 'er tactics? She shrugs 'er shoulders, but that stupid pretty smile's still on 'er face. " 'Cause I felt like.", she says. 'ince when do VKs feel like huggin'? She's actin' suspiciously like an AK right now, just not as 'princessy'. Come ta think of it, tha thought's slipped me mind durin' all of whate'er this is, but I've ne'er seen this girl 'fore 'til today. 'less she's been hidden 'way for howe'er long she's been 'live, I'd say she's a pretty princess playin' dress up. "Ya hug e'eryone ya meet 'cause ya feel like it?", I sneer. She throws 'er head back ta let out a deranged laugh. I wonder if that's 'or show as well. "I don't do, HUGGIN'. Ya're actually 1 of the 1st people I've ever, hugged.", she says. Why though? Why's she takin' a special interest in me, aft'r only just meetin' meh? I mean, 'sides tha fact that I'm ruggedly handsome, charmin', witty, wicked, tha son of Captain Hook himself, 'nd stand in Captain 'or Uma. "OH, is that so?", I ask while startin' ta move backwards. She wants a house tour, fine. She'll get a house tour alright, 1 she'll ne'er forget.
Hazel's POV:
He's onta me, understandable. The hug must've been OVERKILL. Tacklin' him ta the ground, maybe hoverin' over top of him, sure, but huggin'? It's not very 'VK' like. I move forward ta follow him. I REALLY hope he doesn't try ta pull another, stunt, like earlier. I'd hate ta have ta end up HURTIN' him. That might be a set back. "Pretty much.", I respond. He nods before turnin' around so he can actually see where he's goin'. He leads me down a hallway, and there's a few doors on both sides. A doorknob starts ta turn on 1 of them. "Damnit.", Harry mutters under his breathe. I peer around him so I can actually see who steps out. This blonde chick decked out in, pirate gear, steps out. Her clothes have a PRETTY similar color scheme ta Harry's, so if THAT'S an indication of anythin', I'd say they're related. I quickly duck behind Harry before she notices me. I hear her snort then stomp over ta us. "Isn't it a little early for you to be home?", she asks in a, condescendin', tone of voice. Jesus Christ, is everyone here such dicks. I clap my hand over my mouth ta stop myself from laughin'. "I could ask ya tha same thin'. Shouldn't ya be on yare knees somewhere? That's yare job isn't it?", he asks in the same condescendin' tone of voice the girl used. Well this'll be, entertainin'. "No, it's not. Shouldn't YOU be at the Chip Shop playing Captain?", she snaps. A low, almost inaudible growl rises from Harry's throat. Okay, things MAY be startin' ta get out of hand.
Harry's POV:
O' course CJ would run inta us NOW WHEN I CAN'T 'ELL 'ER ME PLAN. Then tha lass just HAS ta poke 'er head out from 'hind meh. "Who're ya?", she asks CJ. CJ looks o'er at meh 'nd quirks 'er brow. "Who's this Harry, your new girlfriend for the night?", she asks meh. I'd laugh at 'er blatantly ignorin' the lass' question if she wasn't implyin' what I t'ink she's implyin'. "She's not me girlfriend, not 'or tha night, o' any time of day 'or tha matt'r. Not that's it's e'en any o' yare business.", I snap. CJ just laughs 'nd flips 'er hair. Then she looks o'er at tha lass. "I'm CJ Hook, daughter of Captain Hook. Which unfortunately makes me Harry's sister. So how much did you have to pay our dad to spend the night with-", CJ starts. I quickly rush forward and slam 'er inta tha wall. She 'as NO RIGHT TA BRIN' ANY OF THAT UP E'ER. "I told ya, she's not me girlfriend 'or tha night. She didn' pay anyone ta be 'ere.", I growl at 'er. The lass already had suspicions 'bout wha' I've been through, 'nd thanks ta CJ's big mouth, she's pieced it togeth'r 'or sure. Now she has leverage 'gainst meh. I feel someone pull meh back, I whip 'round 'nd it's tha lass o' course. She smiles at meh, then moves ta stand in front of meh aft'r CJ peels 'erself from tha wall. I don' need 'er o' anyone else ta protect meh, I can protect meself just fine. "I'm Hazel, and I'd say it's nice ta meet ya, but that'd be a LIE. So yah, we're just gonna go now.", she says. She turns ta look at meh, 'nd I quirk me brow at 'er. She rolls 'er eyes. OH. I quickly walk down tha hall ta me room, 'nd 'mediately open tha door 'nd walk inside. Tha lass follows meh, 'nd calls o'er 'er shoulder, "Oh, and JUST so ya know, Harry isn't 'playin' Captain', he IS a Captain. Even if he was still 1st mate, that's still more than you'll EVER be, highlights.", she says.
Hazel's POV:
His, sister, was really ANNOYIN' me. She was OBVIOUSLY tryin' ta embarass her brother in front of me, which I get, but bringin' up tha fact that his FATHER pimps him out DEFINITELY crosses a line. I step inside his room, slammin' the door shut behind me. "I'd appreciate it if ya didn' 'cause me door ta fall off it's hinges.", Harry jokes. I giggle at that. I look around his room, and it's clear that he's REAL proud ta be the son of Captain Hook. The only colors in this room are red, black, and white. Pirate memorabilia and Captain Hook references literally COVER his room. "Ya door didn't even fall off it's, hinges.", I reply. He plops down onta his bed, so I plop down next ta him. "Yet.", he retorts. I giggle again. He tries ta stifle a yawn, but fails MISERABLY. Looks like someone's ready for bed. "Tired?", I jokin'ly ask even though I already know the answer. He rolls his eyes and lets out a snort. Him pulls himself ta his feet, and shrugs off his jacket. Then he tosses it inta the chair across the room. He, slightly, turns his head ta look at me. "I am in fact, so leave. Ya know tha way out don' ya? If not, I'm sure CJ 'ill show ya.", he says. I look away from him. So goin' forward, I have 2 possible options. The 1st would be leavin', then 'bump' inta him tomorrow. The 2nd bein' I somehow convince him ta let me stay here. The 2nd would've been PREFERABLE, but I might not have a choice. He'll no DOUBT ask why I want ta stay so badly, but 'bumpin'' inta him tomorrow will raise just as much suspicion. I mean, what would be the ODDS of bumpin' inta me back ta back after close ta 17 years of never comin' across me before?
Harry's POV:
Tha lass' crazier than I thought if she really t'inks I'm gonna let 'er stay tha night. None o' me 1 night'rs, booty calls, or 'clients' e'er stayed o'er 'fore. If anyone's stayin' o'er, it'll be Uma when she comes back, or Gil. 'nd I mean like 'sleep over' type o' stay o'er, not 'cuddle aft'r railin'' stay o'er. "Well?", I say. She looks back at meh, 'nd she obviously looks reluctant. Which is completely 'nderstandable, I wouldn't want ta leave meh either. She slowly stands up, 'nd shoots meh a sad smile. I turn 'round, 'nd start takin' off me gloves, shoes, socks, 'nd belt. Then toss tha stuff 'cross tha room by me jacket. Aft'r I finish ALL THAT, she's just now reachin' tha door ta me room. I groan in annoyance. She stops 'nd looks back at meh. I stomp o'er ta 'er. "Ya do 'member how ta work a doorknob, don' ya?", I ask 'er. She rolls 'er eyes at meh 'nd crosses 'er arms. "Maybe I don't.", she quips. I let out a frustrated chuckle 'nd run me hand through me hair. I'm THIS CLOSE ta callin' in Harriet 'nd CJ in 'ere ta throw 'er out, but not 'fore jackin' 'er clothes. I was t'inkin' 'bout railin' 'er real quick 1st, but I'm ta tired 'or that right now. "Then let meh help ya.", I growl out. I grab 'er arm, 'nd yank 'er out o' me way. I twist tha doorknob, 'nd shove meh door wide open. I turn 'round, grab 'er arm 'nd yank 'er towards tha doorway. She starts laughin'. "And here I thought, ya wouldn't make me do somethin' I didn't want ta do.", she laughs out.
Hazel's POV:
Does he REALLY think I'll give up that easily? I mean, good on him for TRYIN' ta be assertive. I'm sure that's worked for all his other side hoes, but he'll have ta put in more effort than that ta kick ME out. He let's go of my arm, then gets right in my face. "I won't rape ya, but I will kick ya out o' MY room 'nd MY house if it pleases meh. 'ND IT PLEASES MEH.", I growls out. I glance down at his lips, then back up ta his eyes. He notices, GOOD. "And what if I want ya ta rape me?", I ask. He growls at me, then grabs my wrists. He spins me around so I'm standin' in the doorway ta his room. "Well it wouldn' be rape then if ya wanted it, sweetheart.", he retorts. I shrug my shoulders, then yanks my wrists free. "Fair enough.", I reply. I step inta his personal space, causin' he ta back up a bit ta put space between us. I giggle. He doesn't think I'm gonna try ta fuck him RIGHT now, does he? I quickly twist around, make a grab for the doorknob, and yank the door closed before he can stop me in time. He tries ta push me aside, but I shift my stance so I won't stumble back. I lunge at him, and kick 1 of his feet out from underneath him. He falls back, and I quickly pin his arms over his head. I smirk at the EXTREMELY shocked look he's currently sportin' "How'd ya?", he asks. LOL, he couldn't even finish that sentence. "I'm pretty skilled at fightin' as well.", I say. His shocked face is replaced by his mask once again. "Impressive.", he admits. I smile down at him, and lean closer. His eyes slightly widen. We're inches apart for like the 10th time tonight. I close the gap and kiss him. I break the kiss before he can either RECIPROCATE or try ta push me off of him. I roll off him and hop ta my feet. "Night Hooky, see ya tomorrow.", I say as I move ta leave.