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Nook - Harry x Uma

It was their little nook of the Isle.

Granted, it was a rooftop that overlooked the pier where Uma's great vessel was docked, but it was still their place.

And there Harry and Uma relaxed every night. It was usually right after Ursula's Fish and Chips had just closed up when they would climb up on the rooftop to survey the surroundings and just enjoy one another's company. Uma always insisted that it was just to make sure that none of Mal's gang was in her territory, but Harry could see how her features softened as she relaxed and how she seemed to spend less time watching the people in favor of gazing at what little scenery could be observed.

"Y'know, I wish I didn't have to go home. Sometimes I just wish I could stay right here in this moment," Uma whispered one night. It was so quiet that Harry almost thought he had imagined it. However, as she tensed up a little and suddenly looked anywhere but at him, he quickly realized that she had indeed spoken.

"Me, too. Harriet always 'as somethin' smart ta say when I get home," Harry admitted, trying to make Uma feel at least a little better about revealing her thoughts.

He knew what she was afraid of. Uma was desperately afraid of revealing her deepest emotions only to be stabbed by the knife of insensitivity and finding herself labelled as soft. But what she never seemed to take into account was that Harry would never do that to her. He loved her entirely too much to even begin to ever make fun of her for something like exposing her emotions. Sure, he would sometimes tease her for other things, but never for showing her true self.

"Why do you stay with me?" Uma questioned, and Harry's heart skipped a beat as he thought of all of the many reasons that he quite simply could not tell her. She gave him purpose, she was life, she had his entire heart... All of which were explanations that certainly were outside of the acceptable category.

"Ye've asked me that many times, Cap'n, but me answer will always be the same. This is my crew, and I am your first mate," Harry told her solemnly, knowing that he had allowed a bit too much feeling in his voice as he uttered the words, and as a direct result, he could practically feel her gaze on him.

"It'd be easier to just give it up and do what your sister wants. It'd certainly give you more peace," Uma pointed out, and Harry shook his head.

"I've never been one to choose the easy path, eh?" Harry questioned offhandedly, and Uma made a small noise of acknowledgement as she looked at the smoggy night sky.

"Yeah, you most certainly haven't been, Hook," Uma agreed, and Harry felt a small smile pull at the edges of his lips. To most people, her constant questioning of his motives would have indicated that she wanted him to leave, but Harry knew better. He knew that Uma felt guilty for the tongue-lashings that he had to go through as a result of spending time with her and that she was only trying to give him a way out.

But he never wanted a way out. He loved this life, regardless of what Harriet wanted for him. His sister meant well, but he knew he wanted Uma. Any life without Uma was pointless.

"Sometimes, I wish I was in your position. I'd never wanna trade lives with you—heck, no one should have to live with my mother—but I sometimes wonder what it'd be like to be in your place," Uma pointed out, and Harry's interest was immediately piqued.

It was a very, very rare day that Uma continued to talk about her feelings, and he planned to take full advantage of it tonight. He always wondered what was going on inside of her head, and he would not hesitate to take any chance he could to try to understand.

"Why's that?" Harry softly asked, matching her tone, and Uma shook her head slowly.

"You've actually got people that give a crap about what you do and who you become," Uma admitted, and Harry felt a sudden sharp pain in his heart as he listened to her words. Unfortunately, he found that he had nothing too reassuring to say in reply to her.

"You're pretty lucky, Harry. A lot luckier than you even realize," Uma told him, and Harry looked down, swallowing slightly as he considered her words. He nodded carefully.

"I am... But not jus' because I 'ave me sisters," Harry spoke, and Uma furrowed her brow, studying him carefully. He could feel her eyes commanding him to continue, and he already knew he had said too much, but he found that he could not exactly stop himself.

"I 'ave the crew, an' Gilly... An' you," Harry confessed, and he could feel her boring holes in the back of his head. He gathered all of his courage and he turned his head to look into her eyes.

To his utmost surprise, she was not looking at him as if he had completely lost his mind. She actually was gazing at him as if she could not believe his words and as if it somehow genuinely touched her heart. However, the expression was gone almost as soon as he caught sight of it, and it was replaced by a slightly calmer, more indifferent look.

"That ain't really much," Uma informed him, and Harry looked at her lovingly, unable to keep his true feelings at bay.

"It is to me," Harry expressed, and Uma glanced in his direction before looking away quickly. But he could see the slightest hint of a smile tugging at her lips as she desperately attempted to fight it down.

"You're full of it, hairball," Uma told him, reaching her shoe over and kicking his leg firmly but not hard. He grabbed her shoe, pushing it back over to its place as he chuckled a little. They both sat in a comfortable silence after that, and soon left to head to their homes.

But Harry meant what he had said, and somehow, he understood that Uma knew that, too.

Thank you to @humaisthebest for the request! I hope you guys enjoyed this one! This one was fun to do, even though it was a bit sad, lol.

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