Hey guys! I'm finally back with part two, hope you all enjoy. (By the way, the pairing was given to me by Ani -thanks!- as mentioned in the previous chapter).

Enough of me ranting, here is the story.

Harry scrambled to his feet. "Gil! Wait!" He yelled, his right hand adjusting his pirate hat on his head. He stared out the restaurant's door with concern. His lover was obviously upset, but why?

The dark haired pirate rapidly made his way to the door and ran behind the blond boy who just left. He needed to know who had hurt his Gil and when he found out... Harry grinned evilly. Well, let's just sayit wasn't gonna be pretty. He slowed his run to a walk upon arriving in the market place. The teen had lost sight of his love, thanks to two men (side kicks of not very well known villains) moving a heavy wooden case. Annoyed, Captain Hook's son growled at them and raised his hook, causing the adults to jump in fear and let go of the case. Harry kicked it for good measure, spilling all the fabric to the ground. He smirked and strolled away casually. It wasn't much, but it served as a small consolation to the unstable child he was.

After wandering around the market f or awhile,k Harry realized the one he was looking for must've left. Leaning onto the side of Lady Tremaine's Curl up and Dye shop, Harry tried to think logically. Where could Gaston's son be hiding? He went over all of the places he could think of in his mind.

The most common place for the young pirate to stay at was the ship or the shoppe. Mainly because either he or Uma would usually be there. It was the place he knew was safe with Harry by his side and were he felt protected from his nurderous family. Except, it was such an evident hiding spot, Gil wouldn't be there if he was running from Harry.

Second option was the docks. It was near the water and as far away from the Gaston household as possible. There were always pirates and other sailors around. The sea lovers had a soft spot for the blond kid. He'd often end up receiving special stuff from them. But despite the lack of credit Gil received for his brains, Harry was quite certain he would realize that spot was too obvious and therefore, wouldn't chose it.

Third option was the market. It wasn't very plausible tough. He only went there to steal and didn't like spending time amongst the landlovers. Harry didn't either, but for him it was because the rocking of a ship was were he felt at home. For Gil, the reason was very different. It was almost on his father's unofficial 'turf'. If Gaston caught him there... Harry didn't want to think about what he would do.

Parents on the isle didn't necessarily love their children in a conventional way, but none was crueller than Gaston to his own son. His flesh and blood, the youngest of three. He had irrational standards and disowned Gil almost the second he learned to stand.

Harry knew he wouldn't be there. In fact, he was quite impressed by the fact he even passed through there to lead him away.

Harry tried to think of any other places the blonde kid could hide. He checked all the places mentioned above just in case, but as he suspected, his love wasn't there.

He had spent almost the whole day searching, to no avail. Gonzo and Desiree finally came to get him when rain started to pour badly.

"C'mon Harry" grunted Jonas, grabbing onto Harry's left arm while Desiree took the right. They were attempting to drag the resisting pirate back to the chip shoppe. This one didn't budge, feet planted solidly in the now muddy dirt.

"No!" He exclaimed, glaring at Jonas. "Gil is still out there, Ah cannae leav' him!" Half explained Harry, pulling his arms away. His eyes had a wild spark in them and Jonas knew it was time to back up. But Desiree wouldn't accept defeat so easily.

"Harry, you'll be sick." She explained gently while tugging on the boy's arm. This one just stared at her with a nice try but that won't work kind of look. He started walking away, water dripping off his hat. His hook was practically shinning from all the water.

"Gil could get sick too. That's why Ah need tah find 'im" said Harry, his Scottish accent thicker than . The other two exchanged an exasperated look. "Uma said to come get you..."

The name caught his attention and he turned back towards them. "Uma?" He asked, a mild spark of interest in the back of his eyes. The two wharf rats felt a sliver of hope but it only lasted for a split second. Harry laughed and said: "Uma's okay; she's safe. Ah must find Gil."

Desiree sighed and Jonas rolled his eyes. Harry could be extremely stubborn when he wanted to. They decided it was best to leave and let their boss know what he was doing.

Harry thought hard about this one. He really didn't want to go to that house but if there was any chance Gil was there, he had to check. His feet brought them to the dreaded house on their own. Harry shuddered. Gaston's house.

He took a step forward and was about to enter when someone stpopped him. "Stop!" Yelled à voice.

Harry sat under the pouring rain, eyebrows furrowed and lost deeply in thought. turned around. He slowly got up and his feet brought him to his destination almost on their own. He frowned.

If Gil was hiding there, he must've been extremely desperate. Harry eyed the old, gray and stinky house, sizing it up.

Gaston's place.

He was just about to open the creaking door when someone yelled "stop!" His face quickly broke into a grin upon hearing the familiar voice.

"Gil! Love," he said sweetly, attempting to kiss the shorter guy's forehead. This one squirmed out of his grip. Gil had an uncharacteristic seriousness in his eyes. "I only came to stop you from going in there. You have a death wish or what? Because that's all going in my family's home will bring to you. DEATH." He yelled the last word. He lead Harry into an alley and furtively glanced around. The path was clear. "Go away now Harry..." he muttered.

Harry grabbed his arm and wouldn't let go. This resulted in a gasp on the other boy's part. He tried to pull away but the grip on his arm was firm.

Harry's eyes were soft and full of concern as he slowly pulled Gil closer to himself. Finally, he was in his arms and they shared warmth under the rain for awhile. Harry's breath felt hot on Gil's ear when he murmured: "Let's go talk somewhere else, sunshine."

Gil, feeling himself melting into his boyfriends strong arms, only nodded. He was beginning to feel tired. He let out an adorably cute yawn and Harry smiled, scooping him up bridal style. Gil's eyes started to shut completely. He remembered the vendors warnings and snapped them back open. The heart broken teen glanced up at the one he thought was his lover, who stared back with what Gil could only recognize as concern apparent in his features. But he didn't want to believe anymore, one of his worst weaknesses was the fact it was too easy to toy with his feelings. He opened his heart too much and trusted too easily. Harry was able to use him much too easily. After all, it had worked for a full year.

As hard as it was to trust in him, Gil really loved his boyfriend. He wanted, no, he needed, to give him at least the chance to explain. So, he let his muscles ease up, his body relax and allowed himself to be carried.

In his arms, Harry could feel Gil's body tense up and that worried him. He picked up his paste, almost running at this point, in an effort to reach his destination as fast as he possible. He relaxed slightly when he felt his friend's body ease up but didn't slow down.

The next day...

When Gil opened his eyes, the sun was already high in the sky. The rain clouds from the previous day were gone, leaving behind a smell of fresh. He blinked a few times to adjust to the brightness.

"Morning, darling. Or should I say afternoon." Joked Harry from his seat accross the room. Gil took a second to register where he was. He pushed a blanket off his legs and swung his legs off his mattress. He must have been extremely tired last night; he didn't even remember lying down. The pirate recognized the place as his and Harry's secret grotto. They had discovered it a long time ago, when they were still children. Over time, they had constructed a very nice hideout.

There was Gil's side (the left) and Harry's side (the right). Both had an almost unused mattress lying against the wall with a soft blanket (orange for Gil and red for Harry.) at the foot of each bed. They were able to score a couple of colourful pillows as well. They each had two average sized baskets. The largest one was used for food and supplies. The smaller one served to keep their clothes. They also kept there their personal effects such as Harry's hook and occasionally Gil's bandana.

The middle was carpeted with old rugs Auradon's citizens had thrown out. The two lover boys adored this place. It offered them a clear view of the ocean outside the barrier. They could see through it at that spot, although the direct view on Auradon made Harry sick. On the contrary, it made Gil feel happy and he enjoyed the sight. He always wondered about life over there. Because, they could see through the barrier at that spot. Even tough he wasn't too bright, in others opinions, he knew he'd never get to live in the land of Happily Ever Afters.

The reason the pirate boys were able to get their hands on such rare items was because the cave was carved in a cliff directly over the place the supply ship was anchored. They always got first pick. Simply needed a rope ladder, which they could make in seconds and anyways they already had one, to get down there and voila! The trick was done. Some said it was a waste of time to try and get first pick, that junk was still junk no matter what. Those who, like them, bothered preparing themselves to search the boat first, kept the truth quiet in a silent accord.

If everyone knew the crappy stuff the 'heroes' sent them wasn't always 100% trash, the newcomers might want their share. If that happened, people like Harry and Gil who used the stuff in a responsible way (as responsible as they could, given how they were raised) wouldn't be able to do what they wanted with the supplies first hand. Since ressources were scarce on the isle, who knew what could happen if more ruthless villains got ahold of those materials. If kids got hurt, Harry gave them a piece of clean clothes and helped Uma clean their wounds with rubbing alcohol.

Secretly, the dark haired teenager was more worried about his love getting hurt than anyone else on the isle of the lost. That was why he always nicked the medecine first, followed by food and then things Auradon deemed as 'necessities' while the residents of the isle called them 'luxuries'. Those things were such as extra clothes, fabric, pillows or blankets, etc.

Harry got up and sat on Gil's bed. He tossed aside the blanket and slid closer to his lover. He wrapped an arm around his shoulder and Gil rested his head on his shoulder. Harry spoke softly.

"Why did you run out, baby?"

Gil tried pushing Harry away lightly but this one only held him tighter. Unable to stand the silent plea Harry was giving him to answer anymore, Gaston's son began crying.

"T-th-they s-said you d-didn't lo-love me" hiccuped Gil. Harry's eyes hardened and the hand that wasn't on his boyfriend's shoulder clenched up into a fist.

"Who sais that, Gil?" He asked through gritted teeth. "I love no one else but you, dear, you know that right?"

Gil nodddd weakly in response, eyes starting to get red from crying. He took a few breaths to calm down and replied:

"The vendors. They told me that you loved Uma and I mean, I knew you were close and all but I thought it was because you're her first mate, so yeah obviously you'd spend lots of time with her, and then they said it wasn't that and-"

Harry kissed him fiercely on the lips. His embrace was so full of passion, Gil kissed back almost immediately. Harry broke the kiss after a long while and the boys caught their breaths, staring adoringly at each other.

"Does that prove my love, golden boy?"

Gil smiled brightly, his faith back in place and nodded.

"Good." Grinned Harry. "I got something for you..."

Without warning, he pounced on his unsuspecting friend and kissed him vigorously. The two rolled on the ground for a while and started laughing. They stared into each other's eyes and Gil whisperd:

"I love you Harry."

"I love you too Gil." Responded Harry, a genuine smile on his lips.

As it turned out, what people believed to be Harry hiding his love for Uma under the pretense of being a good first mate couldn't be further from the truth at all. His devotion and loyalty truly was the result of being raised as a proper and respecting pirate towards his captain. The question of his lover was solved and no one doubted his one true love was none other than the sweet and innocent Gil.

Thank you so much for reading. Please leave a review!

Next chapter will be a Bal story, requested by Kate Cheese.

Request are still open.

Xx Sasha xX