what you want most \\ harry hook (!discontinued!)

boyfriend alternate ending (one-shot)✻

a/n so when i wrote this one originally this is how it ended but then it made me sad so i made the one before it. take your pick

"...and truly, I don't know that I've ever been happier. He's just so good, Hook, I swear, I know we don't really date here, but Jonah-" She took a deep breath to continue but stopped and glanced at Harry, who had yet to say a word. "What's wrong, Hooky? Cheshire leave you high and dry again?"

His grin was fake as hell and he knew it looked it. "You know no girl has ever refused me, love." He huffed under his breath. "Except for you."

"What was that?" She put her hands on his shoulder and pulled herself up. "Mumblin's not polite, ya know."

He shrugged out from under her arms. "I'm not in tha mood, feathers."

"Yeah, and that's the problem."

He looked up to see her with her hands on her lovely little hips, and he couldn't help but think she looked rather nice that way. "Don't need yer help with any problems."

"Sure ya do." She blocked his vision again, with her beautiful gray eyes meeting his this time. Stormy gray eyes, his favorite type of days, when the fog rolls in and-

He shook his head and ducked around her. "No, love, I promise you this is one problem you cannot handle."

She huffed and trailed after him. "Why not?" He kept walking. "Harry, come on, we used to talk all the time? What happened to you?"

You. You happened. You grew up and I always thought you would be mine, but now everythings all wrong. "Nothing happened, Jackie."

"That's bullshit and we both know it."

"I gotta go talk ta Uma." He barely glanced over his shoulder.

"Now you're just making excuses," she grumbled as he walked out of the alleyway. Sure he was, but at least he wouldn't have to be so close to her anymore.

"You know, Hook, I really thought you were better." He stopped.

And he couldn't see it, but Juniper gave a wicked smile.

"I believed you were different than him. But I guess, blood is blood," she drawled.

He whipped his head around to face her. "What are you talking about," he growled.

"Your dad. That's the problem, isn't it?" She smiled triumphantly. "You're falling in just like him. It makes sense, really. Picking up girls left and right, hell, picking up boys too, and it leaves you even more alone, insatiable as ever. I never thought you'd get here. I thought you were better than him. But your every bit as much of an asshole as you father was-"

He had her slammed up against the brick wall with his hand over her throat before he even realised what was happening.

"I am nothing," he hissed. "Nothing like my father." 

"Really, Hook? I watched you slice a man open yesterday."

"You did too."

She laughed. "I never denied being mad. It's you who won't admit you're a fucking sadist."

She was right. Some part of him broke with the knowledge that she was right.

He was just like him. Just like his father.

He dropped her and backed away. "Maybe." He turned around and walked out of the alleyway.

"Wait, Hook, I-"

He didn't turn back, not even when he heard her voice break or her fall stumbling after him.

"Hook, I didn't mean it- I didn't mean it-"

But she didn't, didn't she? He was a mess. He was crazy. He was dangerous and cruel. He was just like his father.