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(Harry's POV)

It's been two days since Family Day, and it is taking everything in my power to not drive my head through a wall. All everyone has been talking about is the damn coronation on Friday and I'm sick of it. Every time my ears even catch the slightest mention of the event my body goes cold and my anxiety goes through the roof. How am I supposed to go through with taking over Auradon after that moment with Ruby on Sunday night... I finally know she at least feels something for me and do I really want to mess that up? All my life I've tried to find something worth living for, it's hard to have hopes and dreams on an island built on crushing said things. I told myself for years that being a part of a crew and being first mate is what I wanted, I told myself that fighting, stealing, and hurting others for the sake of keeping my sisters comfortable was what I wanted, that it was justified, I told myself that being evil was who I was; that it's in my blood. But being in Auradon the past week and a half has shown me that all of those things are just a product of who I was forced to grow up around, sure I might have a few loose screws, I might find a little pleasure in hurting people who deserve it but, here, I know I can do so much more... and I know none of that kind of thinking wouldn't have been possible without her. If Prince Benny's intolerable kindness were the only thing I had around here while being roped in with those other four barnacle heads, taking over Auradon would've been the greatest of pleasures. But this girl, this sweet, positive, talented, radiant, beautiful girl; really screwed with my whole big, scary, twisted pirate shtick.

Let's pause and revisit the past two days, shall we? Even though this girl has been on my mind twenty-four seven, I've barely seen and spoken to her since Sunday. The only times I've let myself be around her is during our class together and whenever she seems to catch me at meal times. To be honest, I never thought I'd act this much like a teenage girl. With us almost sharing our most "intimate" moment and the VK's having to take our parents' revenge just days away, how am I not supposed to be racked with guilt every time those innocent dewy eyes look up at me?

I was currently on my way to tourney practice as my brain swam with countless different thoughts. I feel like this would be a lot easier to process if I had someone to talk to, but gods knows there's no way in hell I'd ever spill my... feelings; to another living, breathing being. Thank god we put my extra painting lessons on hold till after the coronation, being stuck in a quiet room with her all alone for more than an hour would make me sweat like a drunk sailor on the hottest day of the year. If only I could find a way to avoid seeing her during-

"Harry!" My head shot up from being trained on the ground as I walked to find the source of the person that just shouted my name before landing on a certain blue-haired cretan.

"'Ello...Evie." I said in the most monotone voice I could muster, raining in my carnal desire to call her something displeasing.

"I've been meaning to ask you, this would've been ideal if I managed to catch you earlier this week but, it'll do. I wanted to know what your dress plans were for the coronation. I mean, I know you're not the most fashionable person, and we don't need you showing up to the event in... anything you currently own. So?" She said with a wide grin as if she didn't just completely drag my sense of style through a hot steamy mudslide.

"I'll have ye know I think I have a great sense of style, I think I proved that with my chosen attire for family day," I said a bit too sassily for my liking as I stared down at her with narrowed eyes.

"Well, that was... nice. But! You do need to wear something even more formal than that." She said and fiddled with her hands as she rocked back and forth on her feet, seeming to be on edge about this current dreadfully boring conversation.