Chapter 6 – Making Over the Break


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"Did you hear?" Lonnie asked as Harry was making his way to the dining hall for lunch.

"No," Harry replied, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Hear what?"

Before she could answer this question, Aziz was upon them, his gaze almost manic. "Did you guys hear?"

"I heard," Lonnie muttered. "But I won't believe it until I see it for myself."

"What are we talking about?" Harry hissed, tired of being left out. This seemed like one of those social media things which honestly, Harry still didn't know how to use, which Lonnie said was probably for the best but now he didn't know what they were talking about.

"Audrey broke up with Ben," Aziz said, and instead of allowing them to continue their usual path to the dining hall, he started herding them in another direction, his gaze flittering about in a constant evaluation. "Like, it literally just happened."

"Is that bad?"

"It's a surprise, is what it is," Lonnie murmured. "Once she got her hooks into him, we never expected Audrey to let Ben go, so for her to willingly cast him out…"

"It was obviously a spur of the moment thing," Aziz said. "But we need to be there for Ben."

"Guys!" Doug rushed up to them, seemingly out of breath before Lonnie reached out and snagged his hand, dragging him along. "Did you hear-"

"We did," Aziz and Lonnie said at the same time.

The two of them led Harry and Doug to what seemed to be a less-traveled path – a shadowed overhang that ran near the private gardens, and sure enough Ben made an appearance a few minutes later, a shocked-looking Chad clinging to his hand.

"Oh good," Ben sighed when he saw them all gathered together. "Jane's with Audrey right now. Could we take lunch in my suite?"

"We can take lunch wherever you want so long as you tell us what the hell happened," Lonnie said.

Ben seemed to expect this, though, so he didn't argue with it, leading them on with a tilt of his head until they were in the dormitory, the group of them piling into Ben's private elevator, making it to the prince's suite about the same time as a cart of food. Doug and Harry worked together to push it inside, leaving the food in the dining room, then doubled back to the sitting room when it seemed like everyone else had paused there.

"So?" Lonnie prompted when Ben collapsed on the couch, pulling a dazed Chad into his lap.

"Audrey went off on us," Ben sighed, rubbing Chad's shoulder until the blond felt relaxed enough to melt into his chest. "I was walking Chad to lunch, stepping in because Aziz had a meeting with one of his teachers, and she got upset that we were holding hands."

"I'm sorry," Chad murmured, burying his face in his hands. "I'm sorry I'm a baby."

"Chad, there is nothing wrong with platonic hand holding," Ben said, nuzzling his hair. "And the fact that Audrey doesn't understand that is her problem, not ours." He sighed. "Maybe it's for the best that she dumped me."

"You think?" Lonnie said, getting a surprised blink from the prince. "Ben, she's against most of the projects you want to work on as king. She'd be a terrible long-term partner for you. Frankly, none of us know why you've stayed with her this long."

Ben seemed shocked by the deduction, though eventually that faded into a sort of resigned weariness. "It wasn't always like this."

"We know," Doug said, his voice gentle. "But the stress of your positions has been getting to both of you. Audrey's basically a mouthpiece for her grandmothers, and until she can learn to beat that, she won't be able to give you the support you need."

"The support you deserve," Aziz cut in, his gaze firm. "I'm sorry you went through that, but I'm glad you can move on. Now you can find someone more suited to you."

"Or multiple people suited to you," Lonnie chirped. "You know, like the queens of the Isle." Harry tensed, but then she was shooting him a soft grin. "That wasn't a criticism, Sonny, I promise."

"Definitely not," Doug rushed to assure. "Just- it's something to think about, but for now, why don't we focus on comforting Ben and Chad?"

"Works for me," Aziz murmured, crawling next to Ben so he could wrap an arm around his shoulders. "Who wants snuggles?"

"Me," Chad said unashamedly, and he grinned when he got them, Lonnie wrapping herself around his shoulders in a contented nuzzle.

"Come on, Hook," Aziz said, offering Harry a wink. "Got a lap with your name on it."

"Not funny," Harry muttered with a flush, and then he realized Aziz wasn't joking because that was exactly where he ended up, Doug landing in Lonnie's lap with a light squawk that had the rest of them giggling.

"Yes," Ben sighed, eyes closed blissfully as he pressed his cheek against the top of Chad's head. "I think this is just about perfect."

None of the rest of them argued with this deduction, which meant they must have agreed.

Harry didn't know why, but he didn't look a gift horse in the mouth, accepted it with wide arms and savored the new cuddles, because he'd missed getting something like them.

That was all.

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With the setup of Harry's sewing station came the need to actually use the damn thing to hold up his background as a supposed tailor. Which was fine, Harry had learned from the very best, he just couldn't help but feel a little awkward moving about his suite, using tools that were likely better than anything Evie – an actually talented person – had at her disposal. It was a nice distraction from the whole weird Ben-breakup thing he supposed, and he tried to banish the guilt appropriately, knowing Uma would have his head if he did otherwise.

In a bid to manage his imposter syndrome, Harry threw himself into the plan he and Uma had concocted before he left. It was a well-known fact that Auradon had donation centers set up all across the united kingdoms that collected goods to be sent over to the Isle. The nicest goods they received tended to be from those donation centers – people getting rid of their old clothes or junk they didn't want anymore.

Harry had every intention of taking advantage of these centers by sewing items lined with secret pockets. He'd use those to sneak reports and goods back to the Isle that otherwise weren't allowed due to King Adam's restrictions. Stuff like fire starters or spells or certain drugs that could apparently be misused in Auradon that would be a great benefit on the Isle. Harry spent what free time he had traversing the secondhand bookstores of Auradon City in search of spell books, and when he was fortunate enough to find some, he dutifully copied them over and snuck them into sturdy jackets and practical (but stylish) pants he created to go into the donation bin, each of his garments embroidered with a particular hook so the scouts would know to get them back to Mal and Uma.

It wasn't a big deal – at least, in all appearances it wasn't a big deal, but that didn't seem to stop Ben from lingering in his doorway, watching Harry work as he pinned fabric pieces to a dress form.

"What?" Harry asked when he was working on a coat that was probably for Jay, smart and sturdy and reluctantly long sleeved because winter would be coming soon, and the dumbass needed the protection.

"Nothing," Ben said, his gaze terribly fond. "It's just really sweet, is all. How you make stuff for the donation centers."

Harry tensed, averting his gaze and hoping his cheeks hadn't been claimed by a stupid flush. "I'm just putting my talents to use," he muttered. "I've got access to unique material here. If I send it over, the magic corps might be able to copy it, and I mean- it's kind of dumb to hog all of this to myself."

"It's not hogging," Ben said, his gaze unfairly serious. "You deserve to be here and you deserve to have gifts. It's not surprising that you'd want to share them, but you shouldn't feel bad for having them in the first place."

Harry decided to drop the argument there, because he was pretty sure Ben wouldn't be willing to agree to disagree on this one.

Still, he started making clothes for people who were actually here, too. He made a neat jacket all in Sardinia blue and spent three days deliberating whether he should give it to Chad or not before Ben took the choice out of his hands. And of course Chad babbled over it, hugging the damn thing before happily sliding into it and hugging himself again, staring up at Harry with a gaze that was unjustly pleased.

"Sonny," Chad croaked, wiping away tears of happiness. "I love it, Sonny. It's my very favorite."

And with a response like that, how could Harry not give presents to the others? It wasn't like he could show favoritism. So he made a jacket for each of them, even fucking Ben, who Harry had no business doting with gifts, and as though sensing this, the crown prince made an effort to wear his frequently, dawning it for interviews and boasting with pride when they asked where he'd gotten it from.

"It's a Sonny Smee original," Ben said, winking at the camera, because somewhere along the way his Auradon allies had gotten it into their heads for him to celebrate the actual positive parental influence in his life rather than the one who raised him, and while Harry sort of loved it, he also sort of despaired for how much weaker that might make him look back on the Isle.

There was no point in bemoaning it, though, the deed was done. Best for Harry to keep his head down and just keep moving, same as before.

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"What is it?" Lonnie asked when Jane's fidgeting started to pick up to noticeable levels.

"Um." Jane blinked wide eyes at her, surprised at having been caught, as though she'd in any way been subtle. "Audrey asked me out to that new teen club this Friday night. I mean, not just me, there'd be a group of us, but… I mean, I've never done anything like that, and with Audrey being Ben's ex-girlfriend…"

"You can go, Jane," Ben said, his voice gentle as they made their way to the dining hall. "Just because we're not dating anymore doesn't mean you can't be Audrey's friend."

"Besides," Doug added. "You'd be a great support for her to have."

"Maybe you could get her out of her stupid person funk," Lonnie muttered, getting a bicep poke from Aziz for her troubles.

"Okay," Jane said. "But I um- I've still never dressed for that, so…"

"So, I'll help you," Lonnie chirped, perking up. "It'll be fun!"

"You know, Audrey might be onto something," Aziz murmured. "If she's hitting the new club, why don't we go to the old one? That way you guys could get ready together."

"I've never been clubbing," Chad said. "I mean, I've never been clubbing and had fun, so that would be a nice thing to do."

"Then it's decided," Lonnie declared, smile bright. "This Friday, after the Tourney game, we are going to get our dance on."

"It'll be okay," Doug said when he noticed Harry's nerves. "We'll stick together, Sonny."

"It's basically a low stakes ball," Aziz chirped. "Except we get to wear fun clothes and don't have to worry about any formalities."

"Nope," Ben agreed with a dreamy sigh. "Just good times."

"I think we can see which one Ben prefers," Lonnie giggled, prompting the rest of them into laughter.

Belatedly, Harry wondered if the others back home would enjoy clubbing. He made a note to jot down his findings after he went, maybe it would be something worth passing on, something fun for the people of the Isle to do.

He wasn't just here for himself, after all.

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"This is it," Lonnie sang, seeming to almost dance as she spread out her selection of clothing items across her bed for Jane's review. "We are going to hit the town."

"We're going to a teen dance club," Harry drawled from where he was lounging across their window seat, his presence requested for 'moral support' or whatever. "That is hardly 'the town'."

"Yeah, but we convinced Ben to come with us, so it is now an event," Lonnie chirped as she continued to sort through different skirts and t-shirts and leggings. "Does any of this speak to you, Jane?"

"I dunno," Jane murmured, her fingers twisting in the delicate material of her long sleeves. "It's so… edgy."

"You don't have to be so prim and proper all the time," Lonnie cheered. "Your mom won't mind you dressing down a bit. Tell her, Sonny."

"Clothing is a form of self-expression," Harry drawled, repeating the phrase Evie had drilled into his brain. "An outfit communicates how you feel in a particular moment. If, in this moment, you want to be a bit more comfortable and free, that's a perfectly reasonable desire."

"Damn right it is," Lonnie declared. "And you wondered why I invited you."

"I still don't know what that's about, to be honest," Harry said, returning his attention to his sketchbook as he designed another jacket for Uma.

He only paid the girls half a mind while they tried on an assortment of outfits, chiming in when requested until they settled on a combination of skirts and blouses, jackets and ankle boots that make Jane grin in excitement.

"And now onto our greatest trial," Lonnie declared with a sage tone. "Makeup."

At that, Harry perked up, though he tried to hide his interest, watching them surreptitiously over the top of his sketchbook. He watched Lonnie talk Jane through primer and foundation and contouring and highlighting and Evie made this shit look easy, and Lonnie seemed to know what to do, even if Jane struggled a little bit.

"And now onto the fun part," Lonnie hummed with a flourish of her hand. "Eye makeup. Now we get to pick what kind of eyeshadow we get to wear."

"I think I want something a bit more neutral," Jane said, blinking when Lonnie started to dump an array of eyeshadow pallets onto her vanity.

And then just… kept dumping them, to the point where Harry was openly staring, because there were just so many options. His fingers itched to look through them, because Mal and Evie could only transfigure the remnants of what they got over on the barges, which was always limited.

"This one should work for you, then," Lonnie said, picking one of the beige-looking rectangles and passing it over, revealing an assortment of tans and browns. "I myself am leaning more towards a glitter vibe," she declared, sifting through boxes that ranged from metallic shells to holographic circles to pink, glittery rectangles.

Harry was amazed by the selection of colors, and found himself staring more openly than he normally would of, something he didn't realize until Lonnie's gaze seemed to catch his in the reflection of the mirror.

"You wanna play with some of my eyeshadow, Sonny?" Lonnie asked, her grin fond and supportive, the way it had been for Jane, not at all mocking.

It was an innocent question, one that immediately made Harry's stomach lurch.

"No," he said, perhaps a bit too quickly. "No, I'm fine, thank ye."

Lonnie gave him a curious look. "You know there's nothing wrong with dudes wearing makeup, right?"

"Right," Harry repeated, ducking his head so he could continue to pretend to work on his sketch. "But I don't want that. I'm not- I mean, I'm fine."

But Lonnie was worse than Mal when she got her teeth into something, and didn't seem inclined to let this go. "You're not what, Sonny?"

Harry fumbled for a good response, his mind racing, trying to imagine what Evie would say. "Adventurous," he settled on, swallowing the stupid engrained reflex of sissy that his father had drilled into his brain.

At that, even Jane gave him a look that was incredulous.

"Sonny, you literally volunteered to be the lone representative for your home in an entirely foreign land," Lonnie deadpanned. "You are the most adventurous person I know."

"Look, ye know what I meant," Harry huffed, slouching against the window.

"No, I don't," Lonnie pressed. "Why don't you want to wear makeup?"

"Because I'm not supposed to," Harry burst before he remembered that was a thing he should not say.

Immediately, Lonnie's expression went thunderous. "Says who?"

Harry scrambled for a response. "My dad-"

"Your dead dad?" Lonnie countered, making Harry flinch. Immediately, her expression was apologetic. "Shit, I'm sorry. Just- you shouldn't shove yourself into a box if you don't want to be there."

"Lonnie, please," Harry sighed. "I don't want to make the Isle kids look weird."

That had her frowning again. "If it makes you feel good, that's the only thing that matters. Guys wearing makeup won't reflect poorly on your friends back home. If anything, it might start a new trend. Now…" She marched over to him and grabbed his wrist, dragging him over towards the vanity and shoving him into the extra chair they had set up in case Audrey somehow changed her mind and decided to join them. "Look through this shit and tell me what you want to try on, or I'm gonna tell Ben you're still trying to appease your abusive father."

"Fine," Harry huffed, heart tight in his throat as he started looking through pallets. She had an array of options, from glittery to matte to metallic and Harry enjoyed them all, was especially careful with each of them because he didn't want to be the reason they were ruined.

He spent too much time looking at a mermaid color pallet that reminded him of Uma, teals and purples and soft coral colors.

"Ooooh, that's a nice one," Lonnie said, halfway through applying her own eyeshadow. "You want tips on how to put it on?"

"I can figure it out," Harry grumbled, accepting the makeup brushes she handed over for his use. He'd watched Uma use her mer-color makeup enough times to figure out how to replicate it, using a light blue on the inside of his eye and transitioning out into a teal, until he outlined it all with the purple.

Lonnie had a couple different options for eyeliner, but Harry stuck with a black crayon, which got him the smudged look he was used to.

In the end, it was sort of pretty, even if it looked entirely stupid on him.

"Hot damn," Lonnie said, offering him a slow clap. "You are a natural."

"Wow, Sonny," Jane murmured, a light blush on her cheeks. "It looks really good."

"Thanks," Harry murmured, ducking his head shyly. "I should probably wash it off, though."

"Yeah, no way," Lonnie said. "We are not depriving the world of this."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Don't really think it goes with my slacks now, does it?"

Lonnie blinked at him, looking over Harry's outfit. "Is that what you're wearing?"

Harry shrugged. "Figured I'd take the blazer off."

"This is a crime to fashion," Lonnie declared, and then she was abandoning the vanity to charge into her closet, digging through its depths once more. She returned a few minutes later with what seemed to be an oversized, pink sweater. "Try this on."

"Hell no," Harry said, his cheeks flaring up with heat. "I'll look stupid."

"You'll look adorable, now try this on," Lonnie insisted, shoving it into his hands. "My grandma got it for me with the misplaced notion that baby pink's my color which- no, so since I'm never going to wear it, you should do the honors."

"I can't wear this," Harry sputtered.

"Why not?" Lonnie countered. "Tell me you don't like it. Tell me you hate it and I'll let this go."

Harry felt his blush darken. "Objectively, it's nice, okay? It'll just look bad on me."

"You won't know until you try it on," Lonnie said, herding him into their bathroom. "Now try it on."

Harry sighed. Mountains were more moveable than this person.

He surrendered as gracefully as he could, shutting the door to the sound of Lonnie's victorious 'whoop!'.

A few grumbles later, Harry had abandoned his blazer, vest, and button up and slid into the soft, oversized sweater, savoring the feel of it as he straightened the hem. Even on him, the thing hung oddly on his shoulders, exposing part of his collarbone and the chain of his hook necklace. He could admit he didn't look terrible, but with the slacks and loafers, it all seemed kind of tragic.

"There," Harry grumbled as he strolled out of the bathroom. "Are ye happy?"

"Happy beyond words," Lonnie said, clapping her hands together with a broad grin. "We need to lose the pants, though. And the shoes." She perked up. "I have an idea!" With that, she launched herself at her dresser, digging through it until she removed what seemed to be a black pair of stretchy leggings. "Here, these should fit."

"These are leggings," Harry said dumbly, looking at the tight material.

"Right," Lonnie chirped. "They'll look a lot better with the sweater, and the hem's low enough that you don't have to worry about people staring where they shouldn't."

At his groin, she meant, the very thought of it making Harry flush, but-

"My underwear," Harry murmured, his cheeks feeling hot. "Ye'll be able to see it through the material."

"Huh," Lonnie hummed. "You raise a good point. I don't suppose you'd be happy to do without?"

"Ye damn well know I won't," Harry huffed, feeling embarrassed just thinking about it.

"I um- have an idea," Jane said. "I've been tinkering with magic and um- since clothing transfiguration was one of my mom's specialties… I mean, I could probably enchant some of our panties to fit you."

Harry blinked, blindsided by the prospect of actually wearing the pretty silk numbers Mal and Uma wore to bed before immediately feeling horrified by the pang of want that spiked through him.

"I can't do that," he said, voice strangled. "Guys."

"Can't do that because it's another one of your dad's rules, or can't do that because you don't want to?" Lonnie asked.

Harry's only response was to let out an inarticulate sound of embarrassment.

"Here," Lonnie declared, digging through another dresser drawer and coming back up with a pair of lacy pink panties. "I never wear these anyway. I would be happy to gift them to the cause."

"Cool," Jane said, gripping the delicate material between her hands. There was an immense look of concentration, and then the panties seemed to glow before expanding ever so slightly, until it wouldn't be a stretch for them to fit Harry.

Lonnie plucked them out of her hands and shoved them on top of the leggings, her head jerking towards Harry's shoes. "Leave those, we'll see if we can do something to them."

"Just don't go crazy," Harry muttered before returning to the bathroom with a feeling of heat.

There was no question that he'd lost control of the situation. In truth, this was always something he'd been a little interested in, there just hadn't seemed to be time to indulge in it back on the Isle. If he should be doing this with anyone, it should be his partners, and yet he was doing it here, where he could be jeopardizing his mission and for what, the sake of bonding?

He'd already come this far, though, and the panties were tantalizing in their own way. Harry was a bit embarrassed when he traded out his undergarments, even though he couldn't deny the fact that he looked quite pretty nestled in the delicate material. He had to stop himself from staring before he got worked up, so he moved onto the leggings, the material managing to accommodate him, even if it seemed to stick to him like a second skin.

Oh fuck, he looked adorable. He looked fucking great and nothing like the average Auradon kid he was supposed to be and he was pretty sure Uma was going to kill him.

"I um- I don't think this is gonna work," Harry said, fidgeting with his sleeves. "I look…"

"What, unique?" Lonnie asked through the door.

"Right, exactly," Harry said. "I'll stick out like a damn sore thumb."

"Sonny," Lonnie began, her voice gentle. "I promise I will not let you go out if you would in any way reflect poorly on the Isle kids. I know how important they are to you, but it's equally important that you be allowed your own happiness, and if dressing cute does that, then that is a thing you are allowed to do."

It wasn't that easy, it was never that easy, because Harry's life was dedicated to the Isle, but Lonnie…

She hadn't led him astray this far, and she easily could have.

"Okay," Harry murmured, mentally prepping himself. "So long as you're sure."

"I'm sure," Lonnie pledged, voice solemn.

With that, Harry pushed out of the bathroom, hoping he didn't look as stupid as he feared he might.

"Oh, the boys are going to be fighting over you," Lonnie declared, both hands pressed to either side of her face. "I should make you change back just so Jane and I have a chance."

"Lonnie," Harry sighed.

"I mean it!" Lonnie declared. "Also, Jane upgraded your shoes."

"Um," Jane began, her hands tucked behind her back. "Well, it seems like sparkles kind of run in my family as far as footwear goes, so…" She brought her hands out to reveal a pair of red, glittery boots.

Harry's fingers twitched to take them before he made himself pull back. "I can't-"

"If you like the damn boots, put on the damn boots," Lonnie ordered, and Harry moved to do just that, just to see what they looked like. To um- test the fit, thereby testing Jane's magic, obviously, it wasn't-

"Oh," Harry said as he looked at himself in their full-length mirror. He was really cute. A proper fairy.

The thought immediately made him miss Gil, who would have loved Harry's transformation.

"Yeah." Lonnie grinned, standing beside him with a look of approval. "Want some more jewelry?"

"I think I've got some clip-on earrings," Jane said, which was how Harry ended up with a few neutral rings and a fucking ear cuff, and for the first time since he'd arrived in Auradon, he felt actually comfortable in his clothes.

"Yep," Lonnie declared when the three of them were admiring themselves in the mirror. "That is three hot looking people."

"Yeah," Jane hummed, spinning this way and that to admire her different angles. "We really are cute."

"We should go pick up the boys," Lonnie declared, hooking her arm through theirs. "They should all be in Ben's suite by now."

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door, and a second later Chad strolled in, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans. "Hey guys, I got bored so- holy shit." He stared at Harry with wide eyes before he broke into a grin, running over to him and grabbing both of his hands as though it helped him get a better look at his new outfit. "Oh damn, you look awesome, Sonny. Like, ten out of ten. And also Lonnie and Jane, I came to- I was going to morally support you but you surprised me."

"See?" Lonnie chirped, victorious. "I knew you'd look hot."

"Oh, without question," Chad said, looking Harry over again. "Are you going to wear your red purse with this?"

At that, both Lonnie and Jane perked up while Harry's mind ground to a halt. "That's not my purse," he sputtered. "I told ye that was Evie's."

"But it would look really cute with this!" Chad insisted.

"What purse?" Lonnie asked, like a dog after a fresh scent.

"He has this really cute heart-shaped purse-"

"Evie snuck it into my luggage as a parting gift," Harry pressed. "And as she's my friend, of course I held onto it."

"You are blushing, which means you think it's cute," Lonnie declared. "Which means you are definitely wearing it."

"Hot damn," Chad cheered, pumping his fist.

That was how Harry's effects came to be collected and temporarily stored in Lonnie's purse before they headed up to Ben's suite, Jane parting ways with them as she retreated towards Audrey's room for her own night out.

"You can also call it your suite," Lonnie reminded him. "You live there too."

"Not that King Adam wants me to," Harry grumbled, and they left the matter at that.

Harry's heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest by the time they got to Ben's suite. He fumbled with the key once before he managed to get it in, and then he cut directly to his own bedroom, hoping the others would be lounging in Ben's room.

"Are you guys finally done?" he heard Aziz ask in the room over, Harry digging through the bottom of his dresser while Chad kept him company as he located the familiar heart-shaped purse. "You look amazing, but man did that take longer than I expected."

"Excuse you," Lonnie huffed. "Beauty takes time. And besides, we decided to makeover Sonny as well. You are welcome in advance."

"Aw, man," Aziz was saying as Harry started pushing back into the sitting room, where they seemed to have all congregated. "I feel sorry for-"

He cut off when Harry re-entered, all of the guys falling horribly silent when he and Chad pushed into the room. There were a few seconds of tense staring, enough to make Harry's stomach drop, to make him want to turn around-

"Hot damn," Aziz said, and that must have been where Chad got it from, his cheeks darkening in a flush. "You um- you- wow, Sonny."

"What he said," Doug mumbled, ducking his head shyly.

The responses were belated, but still positive, which meant good things for Harry going forward as to how the rest of the teens at the club might treat him. He turned his gaze over to Ben, waiting to see what his response would be, and was met furrowed brows and a stony expression.

"You can't wear that," Ben said, making Harry's stomach fill with ice.

Harry froze, his anxiety beginning to return in full force.

"Ben, what are you talking about?" Lonnie pressed. "He looks great."

"He looks like you want a bunch of guys to grope him," Ben countered, making Harry flush. "Why would you even do this to him? You'll make him a target."

"He won't be a target," Lonnie insisted, her brows furrowed. "I don't know what's wrong with you."

"He looks like a prostitute," Ben finished, making Harry's eyes go wide, humiliation swamping over him like a palpable thing.

Ben thought he- and Ben was going to be king. He'd- Harry had shown this stupid outfit off to the future king and what if he thought the Isle kids were a joke now? What if he thought-

It was over, wasn't it? It was over.

All because he'd decided to be selfish.


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Endnotes:

Harry catastrophizing – love to see it.

Story notes:

Yep, that's right, we're playing the evil grandmothers card for Audrey once more – though to be fair, one of them is canonically evil (shout out to 'Maleficent: Mistress of Evil' for giving us psycho Queen Ingrith, aka, Prince Phillip's mom).

We're going to ignore the fact that Lonnie very much wears pink a lot in Descendants.

Until next time