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Chapter 10: Farewell Thing
Hazel's POV:
"Thanks Puddin'", I chirp as I shove Ginny's ankle in his direction. A look of, realization, flashes across his face before he SECURELY wraps the chain around her ankle. After I drop her ankle and hand him the other chain, he repeats the whole, PROCESS. Pretty soon Ginny's DANGLIN' a few feet in the air, upside down. Which is actually pretty fuckin' HILARIOUS since, the old table cloth she calls a dress, is bunched up around her stomach. Exposin' her hairy ass legs, AND her granny panties. I throw my head back and laugh maniacally, and pretty soon everyone starts laughin' WITH me. Ya know, it's SOOOO refreshin' ta be around people who can actually take a good joke without gettin' so, butthurt, about it. "Nice 1 lass!", Harry laughs out while wipin' an imaginary TEAR from his eye. "I was honestly plannin' on SAWIN' her carcass in half with a, slightly rusty hand saw. I decided not ta at the LAST minute though. If I hack off all the NAMEABLE people here, there'd be no choice but ta, add in all these OCs.", I admit ta Harry. He looks confused as HELL at the last bit though, which isn't really surprisin'. "Wha're ya e'en 'n 'bout lass?", he asks me. OH BOY, if ya only knew. I ruffle his hair. "Nothin' ya should be worrin' about. So, did ya mean it when ya said, I was a part of the CREW?", I ask him in effort ta change the subject. I hope the tone of my voice portrayed, that I thought bein' a part of his crew is was an HONOR. His face lights up at my question, and he DRAGS me tawards the center of the room.
Harry's POV:
Glad tha lass 'minded meh, 'most forgot why we're here 'n tha 1st place. I drop Hazel's wrist, 'nd let out a whistle. Tha' gets tha attention o' me crew, they all bustle e'er ta where we're standin'. "Right then, let's get down ta business shall we? How's our territory lookin'?", I ask. "There hasn't been any sign of trouble from the lesser gangs.", Bonny reports. E'erythin's goin' as planned then looks like. Figured those pussies wouldn' 'ave tha balls ta actually try somethin' with us, e'en with Uma bein' MIA. "Money's still flowing like usual, haven't had a problem with any of the usual shops we work.", Gonzo shares. Money's 1 o' tha most important t'in's I was worried 'bout, along with other gangs tryin' ta move 'n o' our territory. "There, still hasn't been any sign of Uma since she jumped ship at that boat party.", Jonas sadly says. Tha' seems ta peak tha lass's interest. E'en though it's common knowledge tha' Uma's clearly not here. "So she's really, gone?", Hazel asks 'n an amazed tone o' voice. "Well do you SEE her walking around here giving orders?", Desiree snaps. Lass quirks a brow at 'er. This could get ugly fast. " 'ey! None o' tha' now, we're all a part o' tha same crew. I don' t'ink Uma would wan' us fightin' 'mongst ourselves 'n 'er absence any more than we 'ready have, do ya?", I ask e'eryone. "No she wouldn't, she'd want us to run things like normal. While trying to figure out a way to join her, wherever she is.", Jonas replies. Heads all 'tart noddin' 'n 'greement.
Hazel's POV:
So BASICALLY, from what I'm gatherin' about what they just said, they know jack shit about where Uma is. So comin' here was technically a waste of my time, can't WAIT ta tell Ben that. "Good, now tha' we're all 'n tha same page 'ere, let's get ta work ya? Tha lass 'nd me'll take me usual route, 'nd tha rest o' ya can decide which routes ya wanna hit up 'mongst yareselves.", Harry instructs. Everyone looks like they're all OKAY with that, so Harry drags me out of the Chip Shop. He slips his hand in mine once we're, outside. Well, maybe this trip wasn't a TOTAL waste afta all. "So, what's yare USUAL route anyway, Harry?", I ask him as we start walkin'. His head whips in my direction is slight surprise. He's clearly SLIGHTLY caught off guard by me actually usin' his 1st name. "What?", I ask in an innocent tone of voice. He whips his head back around, and takes me inta an ANOTHER alleyway. Oh BOY, more alleys. "Ya hardly e'er call meh by me name is call, kinda surprised meh.", Harry admits. I let out a giggle. "Wow, Harry Hook, ACTUALLY admittin' ta bein' surprised. Has that ever happened before?", I joke. Harry scoffs as we hang a left. " 'ery funny lass. Well let's 'ere ya admit ta somethin' then.", Harry says. Hmmm, I WONDER if this is a tactic ta get information out of me. "Like what?", I ask. We find ourselves in front of place called Lady Tremaine's Curl Up & Dye. I remember hearin' Evie RAVE about this place, 1 of her lil friends works here. This should be interestin'.
Harry's POV:
"Somethin' ya haven' told a lot o' people, 'r anyone for tha matter.", I reply 'fore lettin' go o' 'er hand 'nd waltzin' inta Curl UP & Dye. Tha lass enters 'n a moment afta meh. Tha shop's empty since they don' open for a while now, 'nd tha runt with a brooms dancin' 'bout 'gain with those headphones 'n. I strut o'er ta 'er with tha lass 'n tow 'nd tap 'n tha runt's shoulder with tha dull end o' me hook. She jumps back, clearly startled. She lets out a sigh as she pulls off 'er headphones. "Ya know tha drill by now runt, fork it o'er.", I say while wavin' me hook 'bout. She nods 'nd moves ta go empty tha register, but stops when she sees tha lass. "Who're you? I've never seen you around here before?", she asks Hazel while tiltin' 'er head. Wha'? Wha' does she mean by tha'? Tha lass has 4 different colors 'n 'er hair, where else could she 'ave gotten tha' done? "I'm Hazel, and I've NEVER been ta this place before. Which, explains, why ya haven't seen me around.", she defends. Tha runt walks o'er ta the register 'nd I quickly follow 'er. "So ya're tellin' meh, ya've ne'er seen this girl 'fore 'n yare life?", I ask tha runt. She looks up ta answer meh, but tha lass cuts 'er off. "I'm PRETTY sure we've already established that, Hooky.", she says. I shoot 'er a glare. I don' need 'er ta answer for tha runt, 'specially 'n somethin' like this. "I wasn' askin' ya was I?", I snap. Literally n' 1 has seen tha lass 'fore, so either she's been hidin' out somewhere 'er whole life 'nd slinkin' 'round 'n tha shadows, 'r she's not 'rom 'ere. Tha's tha only explanations ta all this.
Hazel's POV:
I swear if my cover is BLOWN by this, lil girl, someone's gonna pay. Although, I'm gonna HAVE ta leave soon anyway once I tell Ben the, news. The girl hands over ALL the money in that register of hers before answerin'. "I've never seen you before, and I feel like I would've remembered someone as brightly colored as you. Where do you get your hair done by the way, it's super pretty?", she asks me. "Thanks, I do my hair myself.", I tell her. Well at least she has good taste. "Ya have tha chemicals ta do yare hair yareself, how?", Harry asks meh. FUCK, I did not think that through. It's not like there's any other hair dye shops at this place anyway, what ELSE was I supposed ta say? "No, I used my secret MAGICAL abilities ta do it.", I sarcastically quip while rollin' my eyes. He looks over at the lil girl. "Tha'll be all, runt.", he says before pocketin' the money and draggin' me out of there. "Is DRAGGIN' me around gonna become a, habit, of yours?", I joke. He drops my arm afta we're alone in, guess what, another alley. "I've had 'bout enough o' this lass. Tell meh honestly, do ya care 'bout meh, no more lies.", Harry says. I can hear his desperation just BARELY crack through. Hmmm, I'm interested ta see where he's, goin', with this. "Oddly ENOUGH, I do care about ya. More than I thought I would.", I admit. "Hey! There's somethin' I've never told ANYONE!", I immediately add afterwards. He silently stares at me for a hot minute. "What about ya, do ya care about me?", I ask him.
Harry's POV:
"I'm a VK 'member? I don' care 'bout anyone.", I huff out. Tha lass is WAY ta soft 'or 'er own good, I'll be able ta use tha' no doubt. "That's BULLSHIT, and we both know that. Ya care about Uma. Ya're concerned, scare even, that she's been gone for SO long. Ya care about Gil. That's why ya never actually hurt him, and even keep him on the crew when it's clear that he's not all there. Ya can keep up the, tough guy act, with everyone else, but not ME.", Hazel tells meh. I try ta wipe tha shocked 'pression from me face as fast as I can, but tha lass sees it 'fore I can hide it. How does this person I've barely e'en know, know meh better than most people do? HOW could she possibly know all this 'bout meh? "So let me ask ya this AGAIN, do ya care about me?", Hazel asks me. Ugh, I can' 'lieve she wants meh at admit it out loud. It seems like she 'ready knows, so wha's tha point? Suppose this is me own fault 'or brin' it up 'n tha 1st place, but I have me reasons 'or it. Sayin' I care'll surely make t'in's work out 'n me favor anyway. "Ya, I do, 'or some reason.", I grumle out. She let's out a giggle. "See, that wasn't so HARD now, was it?", she asks meh. I shoot 'er a glare, 'fore lettin' out a sigh 'nd runnin' me hand through me hair. "What's got ya so frustrated?", she asks meh while puttin' a hand 'n 'er hip. "How could ya tell I was frustrated?", I ask back. "It's written all over yare face, Puddin'.", she replies. Am I really tha' easy ta read?
Hazel's POV:
Harry quickly shakes his head. "Tha's all 'sides tha point. Ya care 'bout meh, 'nd I care 'bout ya. If 2 people really care 'bout each other, they're completely honest with each other 'ren't they?", Harry asks me. I bust out laughin'. Wow REAL subtle Harry. "NOW who sounds like they're from Auradon?", I laugh out. He's OBVIOUSLY tryin' ta press me for information, and tryin' ta use feelin's ta do it. I'd be impressed if he was actually executin' it CORRECTLY. "I'm bein' serious lass.", he groans out. I slip my hand in his. "If ya're REALLY serious, then this isn't really tha place ta talk about it, is it?", I ask him. He immediately perks up, and of course, starts draggin' me somewhere. "What about the rest of yare route?", I ask him. "Tha' can wait.", he protests. I dig my heels inta the ground, stoppin' us. He looks back at me before tryin' ta tug me along. "This can wait ta. Ya think Uma would be happy with ya slackin' off?", I ask him. He stops tryin' ta pull me and lets out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, we'll go through me route. THEN we talk 'bout it ya?", Harry asks me. Wow, someone's eager. He must think I'm gonna spill EVERY secret imaginable ta him, and he'll somehow be able ta use that information, ta accomplish whatever he's tryin' ta accomplish. So we of course breeze through his route at a kinda fast pace. I won't BORE ya with the details of it all, we walked around ta various shops and stole money. Who knew bein' a heathen was so EASY. Afta that he drags us back ta the docks.
Harry's POV:
"Um, is it safe ta be back here so SOON, Harry?", tha lass asks meh. I actually forgot all 'bout wha' happened with me da' 'nd Uncle Smee 'til just now. Huh, usually tha' kind o' stuff would've hung o'er me head all day. Lass did a great job takin' me mind off it. "Ya, as long as they don' spot us we'll get 'n just fine.", reply as I lead 'er 'wards Tha Lost Revenge. "Who's ship is, that?", tha lass asks meh. "It's Uma's, but we use it as tha crew's head quarters.", I tell 'er as we board it. "E'eryone's out runnin' tha routes, so we have tha entire place ta ourselves.", I inform 'er. I lead 'er below deck ta tha crew's quarters. I open tha last door at tha end o' a hallway, 'nd usher 'er inside. "I'm guessin' this is yare room?", she asks meh. "Wha' gave it 'way?", I jokin'ly ask. E'en a blind man could tell this room's me own. It's covered 'n me colors, 'nd not ta mention tha hook theme tha' I've got goin'. Tha lass plops down 'n me bed, 'fore pattin' a spot right next ta 'er. I hurrily sit down, she giggles. "Why don't ya just live HERE, instead of with yare dad?", she asks meh. I try not ta stiffen at tha mention o' me da'. "If I left, thin's would be so much worse 'or me sisters. Not ta mention he'd probably come lookin' 'or meh here 'r at tha Chip Shop anyway.", I tell 'er. She looks down. "Things really SUCK here, don't they?", she asks meh. I let out a snort, causin' 'er ta look o'er at meh. "Course they do. Ya t'ink ANYONE really likes rottin' here 'n this dump?", I retort. "That's why Uma was so Hellbent on bringin' the barrier, down.", she says.
Hazel's POV:
"Wha' other reason would there be?", Harry retorts. Oh I don't know, so everyone can run RAMPANT and steal shit. "So, ya wanna talk, let's talk.", I tell him. No sense in draggin' this shit out any LONGER. Well, not that 2 days isn't really THAT long, but a lot has happened. A lot more than 2 days SPENT in Auradon. " 're ya really from here?", Harry asks me. OKAY, so if I lie, he'll probably call me out on my bullshit or be HELLA disappointed. Then he'll feel so, betrayed, once he eventually finds out how FULL of shit I am. He'll hate me just as much as he hates everyone else in Auradon. "No, I'm not.", I reply. He THROWS his head back and lets out a laugh. "So ya're from Auradon then?", he laughs out. That's kinda a loaded question. "TECHNICALLY, no. That's just where I go to school.", I say as I roll my eyes at that last bit. "Where're ya from then?", he asks me. I have this SNEAKIN' suspicion that this is gonna be 1, long, game of 20 questions. "That's, complicated. I'm ADOPTED.", I tell him. GODS, I hope he appreciates all this, honesty. "So ya weren' kiddin' 'bout bein' an orphan then?" , Harry double checks. "WHY would I kid about bein' an, orphan?", I snap. He raises his hands up in defense. I slap his hands away. "Touchy subject?", he asks in an seemin'ly understandin' tone of voice. "Aren't PARENTS a touchy subject for, mostly, everyone?", I ask back. He shrugs his shoulders. "Probably not for those PRINCESSES and PRINCES at Boreadon.", Harry scoffs.
Harry's POV:
"Ya kinda have a POINT there.", tha lass giggles out. I'm not really surprised tha lass isn't from here. As crazy as she seems ta be, 'er heart's clearly ta big 'or this place. "Who're yare adopted parents then?", I ask. She stiffens at tha'. "I take it tha's a sore subject ta?", I prod. She looks 'way. I grab 'er chin 'nd turn 'er head 'wards meh. " 'ey, ya're not tha only 1 with family issues. Don' t'ink ya're 'lone here.", I tell her. She smiles at meh, 'nd not a psychotic smile either, but a genuinely happy 1. "I didn't take ya as the SENTIMENTAL type.", she lightly says. I playfully roll me eyes. "I have me moments, believe it 'r not.", I retort. She gives meh a peck 'n tha cheek, 'nd I try me hardest not ta let me face redden. "I know, like I said BEFORE, ya're more than just a villain.", she coos. "MOVIN' ON. Wha're ya doin' here then, if ya're goin' ta school at Boreadon?", I ask 'er. Anyone would've thought she's a spy for his royal pain 'n tha assness, but that'd mean she's a goody goody. Last time I checked, goody goodies don' kill 'nd seriously injure people 'or laughs 'r just 'cause they can. "I was, sent here.", she tells meh. Somethin' 'n meh stomach drops. "WHO sent ya here?", I hesitatly ask. She goes ta reach 'or me hand, but I yank it back. She lets out a sigh. "Ben did.", she admits. I can feel me rage 'tartin' ta bubble up ta tha surface. "Wha'd he send ya 'ere 'or?", I growl out. "Harry, listen ta me.", tha lass 'tarts. "Oh I am listenin' lass, 'nd it sounds ta me like ya were sent here ta spy 'n meh.", I maniacally laugh out.
Hazel's POV:
Well this went downhill FAST. I, expected, as much. It's better to rip the bandaid off NOW, than later. "Not EXACTLY.", I say. Harry hops up, and turns ta face me. "OH REALLY? Then WHA' EXACTLY were ya sent 'ere ta do hmmmm?", Harry asks with a wild look in his eyes. Yep, this DEFINITELY won't end well. "Ta find out where Uma is.", I admit. He throws his head back and LAUGHS some more while steppin' away from me. "OH, OF COURSE THA'S WHY YA WERE SENT 'ERE. SO, NOW THA' YA KNOW UMA'S NOT HERE, 'ND THA' I DON' HAVE THA DAMNDEST CLUE TA WHERE SHE MIGHT BE. YA CAN DROP ALL THA FALSE PRETENSES 'ND GO BACK HOME.", he spits out. I can feel my breath catch in my, throat. He's RIGHT of course, technically I CAN go back. He cocks his head. "Wha', did ya wanna stay 'or a bit longer? Not done toyin' with meh hmmm? 'r did ya wanna see wha' other information ya could dig up?", he asks in 1 if the MOST psychotic tones of voice I've ever heard. He, thinks I've been usin' him this entire time for INFORMATION. I stand up, he backs up. "I originally was usin' ya for information, but I'm not anymore.", I tell him. He smiles at me, and not the good 'all is forgiven', kind of smile. "Oh, NOT ANYMORE huh? Cause ya 'ready got all tha information ya need.", he spits out. "NO, that's not what I meant I-", I start before he viciously cuts me off. Talk about RUDE. "WHA' THEN? Ya stopped usin' meh 'cause YA CARE 'BOUT MEH?", he snaps. I can feel myself breathin' heavier. "Yes!", I bite back.
Harry's POV:
"Let meh let ya 'n o' a little SECRET. 'member when I said I cared 'bout ya earlier? Well guess wha', I LIED.", I laugh out. SHE REALLY T'INKS SHE CAN ROPE MEH BACK 'N AFTA FINDIN' OUT WHA' SHE REALLY IS? "No ya didn't.", she snaps. STUBBORN 1 AREN' YA? WELL, LET'S SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES 'OR MEH TA BREAK YA. "OH BUT I DID, YA. I wanted ta get tha truth from ya, 'nd actin' like I ACTUALLY GAVE A SHIT 'bout ya seems ta have worked just SPLENDIDLY. WHY 'N EARTH, would I care 'bout someone like ya hmmm?", I sneer. 'er facial expression remains oddly blank. I slightly frown. She's supposed ta break down 'n tears, 'nd scream at meh tha' I must be lyin'. O' COURSE SHE CAN' E'EN GIVE MEH THA' SATISFACTION! All o' a sudden she tackles meh ta tha ground. I let out a yelp, as she pins meh down. "WHA'RE YA GONNA DO, BEAT MEH UP 'OR LYIN'?", I quip. I wasn' prepared 'or tha look 'n 'er face, tha look o' admiration 'nd somethin' else I can' quite make out. I drop me guard 'or a moment, 'nd she crashes 'er lips inta mine. Push 'er off meh, 'nd hop ta me feet. She sits up, 'nd 'er eyes 're RED. "Wha' tha HELL?", I question. "Ya DO care about me, I can FEEL it.", she says 'fore 'er eyes fade back ta blue. I stiffen. "WHA' DID YA DO TA MEH?", I snap as I take a step back. She has magic, I KNEW IT. How's she e'en able ta use it 'ere though? Tha' shouldn' be possible. "I wanted ta see if ya were LYIN' or not.", she pants out as she stands up. " 'ND HOW EXACTLY DID YA DO THA'?", I snap.
Hazel's POV:
"I tapped inta yare, emotions, 'nd looked past all that hurt and betrayal. Then I found it, love.", I tell him. He shoots me a, glare. "I'm NOT HURT, 'nd I don' feel t'ings like love. Specially not 'or some BOREADON PRINCESS.", Harry growls out. Someone's a LIL defensive. He obviously wants me ta feel as hurt and betrayed as he does. "EVERYONE feels some sort of, love or care, towards different things. Also, I'm not a Princess.", I calmly reply. Harry looks like he's just barely able ta hold back his anger. WELL, at least he's tryin' ta hold it back. I'd be angry ta if I were him, but I can't finesse my way OUT of this while he's still pissed the house. " 'GAIN, WHY WOULD I GIVE A FUCK 'BOUT YA? YA MEAN NOTHIN' TA MEH! I'VE JUST KEPT YA 'ROUND SO I COULD FUCK YA, YA'RE FIGHTIN' ABILITIES JUST HAPPENED TA BE A BONUS.", he snaps. I let out a sigh before steppin' tawards the side. "If I were ya I wouldn't care about me either, ya wouldn't be the 1st, and ya CERTAINLY won't be tha last. Ya know, I don't actually have any friends at school. Eveyone's either afraid of me, or hate how 'weird' and crazy I am. Unless someone needs somethin' from me, then they act like we're 'best friends'. Wouldn't be the 1st time someone tried ta use me just for my body either... I've had fun spendin' time with ya these past 2 days, I've had fun bein' here on the Isle. People don't avoid me like the plague here, I'm not stared at like I'm some sort of freak. I'm not reprimanded for not bein' a, 'model citizen', or for not followin' all the rules.", I ramble while edgin' closer ta the side.
Harry's POV:
IF SHE T'INKS I'LL JUST MELT 'ND FORGIVE 'ER 'CAUSE SHE TOLD MEH A SOB STORY, THEN SHE'S GOT 'NOTHER T'IN' COMIN'. "OH BOO HOO, YA'RE LIFE MUST BE SO HARD 'N BOREADON.", I jeer. "Don't think for a SECOND that I'm tryin' ta discredit yare hardships. Not everyone who lives across the water lives a PERFECT, life. Not everyone there is as nice as ya'd think either.", tha lass replies. Ugh, HOW CAN SHE BE SO CALM RIGHT NOW? 'ND THA NERVE O' 'ER TA COMPARE ME OWN LIFE TA 'ERS. All o' a sudden, 'or tha 2nd time now, she tackles meh ta tha ground 'nd pins meh down. "WILL YA QUIT DOIN' THA'?!", I snap as I try ta push 'er off meh. "No! I can't stand ta fight with ya like this!", she exclaims 'or kissin' meh 'gain. Tha room all o' a sudden goes dark.. I open me eyes 'nd I'm standin' 'n tha middle o' a grassy area. I quickly do a 360, 'nd marvel at how beautiful this place is. Tha sun is hidden 'hind some clouds, 'nd tha sky is grey, yet tha' only adds ta tha beauty o' this place. Up 'head there's a pretty big sized rock 'n top o' wha' looks like a cliff, 'nd there's a person sittin' 'n top o' tha rock. I walk o'er ta 'em, but take me time so I can enjoy this light breeze 'or a bit longer. As soon as I reach tha person, they turn back ta look at meh. "Lass, wha're ya doin' here?", I ask Hazel. She just smiles at meh, 'nd scoots o'er. Then pats tha new empty space 'n tha rock, invitin' meh ta have a seat. I sit down next ta 'er. "Do ya know where we 're right now?", I ask 'er. She nods. "This is a place I like ta visit sometimes, when I'm back home.", she tells meh.
"Why're we 'ere?", I ask. "I thought ya might like it here, so I wanted ta show it ta ya before I left.", tha lass explains. She was right 'n tha money t'inkin' I'd like it 'ere. Wha's she mean by leavin'? "Where're ya goin'?", I ask. "Back ta Auradon, I don't wanna overstay my welcome. Besides, I've hurt ya enough already.", Hazel says. I don' 'member 'er bein' welcomed ta tha Isle 'n tha 1st place. "I'm not hurt.", I huff out. She giggles 'fore reachin' 'or me hand. I let 'er take it. "Yes ya are, and it's okay ta feel that way. Havin' basic human emotions doesn't make ya weak ya know.", she tells meh. Maybe so, but showin' those emotions does. "So wha' if I'm hurt, it's not like ya really care anyway. Ya've just been usin' meh 'member?", I point out. She shoot meh a sad smile 'fore placin' 'er other hand 'n me cheek. I lean inta 'er touch. "Things may have started out that way, but that's not how I feel now.", tha lass says. A small pit o' hope forms 'n me gut. Wha' am I doin'? I shouldn' get me hopes up only ta get 'em dashed, not 'gain. Definitely not by tha same person. I move 'way from 'er hand. She lets it drop. "How do ya feel now?", I manage ta choke out. I can admit this ta meself, but ne'er anyway else. I've always wanted a girlfriend, but not just any girl. A girl who likes meh 'or meh, not 'cause o' how I look 'r wha' crew I happen ta be a part o'. A girl who could look past all tha', 'nd who genuinely cares 'bout meh. Ne'er though I'd find tha' 'n tha Isle, so I stopped lookin' a lon' time 'go. Tha's why I didn' do relationships.
"Ya know, I've never ACTUALLY had feelin's for anyone before. It was more like an entertainin' game ta me, seein' how far those love sick puppies would go ta prove how much they 'loved' ME. When it was sooo clear that they loved how I LOOKED. Eventually they all wised up and realized I wasn't interested, so they stopped chasin' me. That didn't stop their infatuation tawards me of course, and that didn't stop me from still playin' with them all the same. That's even how it started when we 1st met, until I got ta know ya a bit better. I love bein' around ya. I love yare sense of humor, flirty nature, and psychotic energy. I feel like I have more in common with ya, than anyone else at Auradon. I don't have ta 'be on my best behavior' around ya, and it feels amazin'. Ya've seen what I can do ta people, yet ya're not constantly scared that I'm gonna smash yare head in. I, really like ya. I never wanted ta hurt ya, and you have every right ta be mad at me. I want ya ta know though, that I am, truly sorry that I lied ta ya. I wish I could've just kept things how they were, just for a bit longer, but I knew this wouldn't last forever. WE, couldn't last forever. Maybe, we'll meet again someday.", she admits. I take a second ta absorb all tha' information. I t'ink I might like 'er ta.. She till lied ta meh though, 'nd did used meh. She shoots meh a sad smile, a tear rolls down 'er cheek. Tha tear turns black, stainin' 'er face where it touched. Tha back 'tarts ta spread out 'nd crack 'er face. She lets go o' me hand. My vision goes black.
Hazel's POV:
Afta I knocked Harry out with my magic, I teleported him from tha floor ta his BED. I'll skip tha whole, magical dream farewell thin', ya've already lived through that once. He's still out like a LIGHT from my sleepin' spell, so by the time he wakes up, I'll be gone. With the snap of my fingers, my phone's in my hand. I shoot a message ta Ben sayin', "I got ALL the, information, I need. Get me out of here." I wipe my face, and go above deck. "We're on our way with the limo. Meet us at the same place we dropped you off at please, and remember to stay safe.", Ben's reply says. I let out a snort. I've been here 2 days now, I think I'll make it through a few more minutes. I hop off the crews, ship, and naruto run over ta his uncle's ship real quick. Once he answers the door I plop and giant burlap sack, reminiscent of Santa's present sack, at Smee's feet. "What's this?", he asks as he goes ta open it. I lightly slap his hands away. "Open it afta I, leave. Just do me a favor and take care of Harry for me, okay? Don't let him go back to his father. He's at The Lost Revenge right now, go get him.", I instruct Smee before naruto runnin' away. I hop off his ship, speed through the docks, then a couple DOZEN alleyways. Pretty soon I'm back at the spot, Ben and his friends, dropped me off at 2 days ago. Soon enough a very familiar limo pulls up. The window on the driver's side is rolled, down. "Get in!", Carlos almost shouts. "Look at ya, drivin.", I say before walkin' ta the back of the limo. I open the door, climb in, and off we went.