Descendants Boys One Shots

Harlos

Harry Hook's worried face was not something Carlos De Vil expected to see, ever. The older pirate boy always seemed to be up to something mischievous. The relief spreading across his features was covering over the panic and concern.

Carlos froze in his spot as Hook's face peered around the doorway to his hideout. This was his spot, his private place. No one had ever been told about this place. No one should know of it, He didn't like how the pirate managed to find him wherever he went.

He had created this place just so that he would have somewhere to be safe when he was locked out the house by Cruella. Harry Hook had somehow managed to find him and in doing so, Carlos' private spot.

He was deeply unsettled by this. He hated the way the older boy always knew when he wanted to be alone and would show up knowing he wasn't wanted. He refused to show the irritation, as showing emotion on the Isle was weakness in every way.

The unhinged pirate was watching Carlos carefully. The puppy boy had captured Hook's attention for whatever reason and now he was addicted. He never wanted to let him go. He knew the lengths he would go to for Carlos' health and happiness.

Carlos sighed, more to himself than Hook, and raised one hand to gesture Hook in. The pirate boy crept in cautiously, obviously aware that he was intruding on Carlos' precious and private time. He lowered himself and sat next to Carlos on the floor.

The flicker worry in his blue eyes not disappearing, even though every other part of his body showed no emotional response to the situation. He had been so anxious for his pup that he had even neglected to take care on himself. Something Carlos failed to notice.

"I was worried 'bout ya, pup," the pirate's voice was low. Quiet. Scared. His voice trembled, the only other sign that he was afraid that something had happened. He settled down next to the black and white haired boy and wrapped one arm around the others shoulders.

Carlos rolled his shoulders, causing the arm to fall off. Harry's soft smile dropped with his arm and a hurt expression came to his face. Something was obviously wrong from the tenseness in Carlos. He didn't want to address it, whatever 'it' was.

He opened his mouth to press when Carlos cut him off, sharply. "I'm fine, Hook," the coldness in his voice made Harry flinch away. Never had the soft-spoken boy ever so much as uttered a bad word in his life.

The pirate stood up rapidly and slightly angrily. "Sorry," the pained tone trailed off as Harry moved towards the entrance, "I'll leave ya be." He didn't want to leave, he wanted Carlos to apologise and come after him.

Carlos made no move to stop him, so he left. He climbed back down the ladder and into the storm raging on the Isle. The rain tumbled down around him as he stalked back towards his own territory. Harry Hook had made it safely all the way across the Isle and down to the docks.

No one was in sight. No one had come running after him. No one had come to fight him. No one was going to come, he realised. His anguish melted away, as though the rain had washed it from his entire being.

 He had thought that the puppy boy and the pirate child could have had something. Obviously, he was wrong. Well then, the next time they met Carlos De Vil wouldn't know what had hit him. Harry Hook, son of Captain James Hook, looked to the sky and made a promise.

Never again would he trust someone like he had trusted Carlos De Vil, son of Cruella De Vil.