POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader

Realizing things(feelings)-P8

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The rest of the day went on like normal, Jane and Gil went on their date; which was just a little outing to the city(Gil learned what cotton candy was and bounced everywhere for the rest of the day-something Jane giggled at) and they were back by dinner; both wearing giddy grins and holding hands.

Harry started getting notes that very night, from various girls asking him out-clearly seeing Jane with Gil as a sign to take that step and ask 'the bad boy' out. Harry just threw those notes out-he was flattered of course-but he had eyes for someone else.

He shoved away the thought of you when he thought of that someone else. But then again-thanks to Mal's plan, you technically should be that...someone else. Harry yawned as he finished getting dressed. It was Monday morning now, and it was a busy day-evaluation tests for practically every class, an essay for Remedial Goodness had to be turned in, and Roar practice was after school; preparing for the big tournament the Wednesday after the coronation.

Harry fixed his hair, smirking at himself, admiring the tightness of the deep red t-shirt he had picked out; accenting his arms and chest. He debated on one of his jackets but decided against it, grabbing his bag and making his way to the cafeteria-Gil most likely already there.

And he was-already sitting with Lonnie and Jane, Jane sharing some sort of sliced fruit with Gil, giggling as he ate it off her fork and grinned at the taste. Gil loved fresh fruit, and Jane liked to cut hers up into little animals. They were cute; Harry had to admit.

Harry waved to them as he went to get in line-smiling as he saw you, arms behind your head as you yawned. "yawnin' like ye were the one ta' run tha' field yesterday," Harry teased, chuckling as you glared up at him, an expression that once again reminded him of Uma, and dropped to lean against him-grumbling about staying up late by accident.

"What did ye stay up late for?" Harry asked, pushing you so you both could move forward. You muttered something Harry couldn't hear and he gave a crooked grin, raising his brow. "I'm sorry? Wha?"

"I was...reading," you said louder, glancing off to the side in a way that made Harry think you hadn't been reading, or at least not reading schoolbooks. Harry just shrugged, pushing you forward again. "uh-huh, now-stand up-yer on me foot." You just melted into his arms, and Harry sighed dramatically, pushing you back up and shoving you into the buffet trays. You caught yourself just in time and stuck your tongue out at him. He just did it back, giggling as you rolled your eyes and grabbed a tray and plate-going down the line and grabbed what you liked-Harry right behind you.

Harry grinned as he got to the end of the line-taking the two cinnamon rolls Mrs. Potts handed him, winking back at her as she grinned at him. "Unfair, I always gotta ask for seconds," you teased, nodding at his two rolls, which Mrs. Potts did regularly for Harry now. It was easy to say she had a soft spot for the pirate.

Harry just grinned, sitting next to Gil and scooting so you could sit next to him. "Two?" Lonnie gasped, looking at Harry's extra cinnamon roll. "Unfair! Mrs. Potts must love you." Harry giggled, taking a bite of the delicious baked good and licking his lips free of icing.

He looked over his shoulder, seeing Ben sitting with Mal and the others-Mal leaning slightly away from Ben with wide eyes and a strained smile as he gazed at her with love-struck eyes, his face in his palm as he sighed dreamily. He said something that made Mal choke on her toast and Carlos patted her back to clear her airways, the other three snickering as Mal internally panicked at Ben's affection.

Harry was damn glad the potion didn't affect you in that way, he'd rather have to deal with the fact that you already liked him over you being...weird. He flushed as that thought remerged, oh gods right-you liked him. Enough to where the love spell hadn't really done anything.