(takes place on the ship a few hours before the fight/ descendants 2)
i stared out at the expansive ocean in front of me as i rested my back on the mast of the ship. i havent had the best day and i was overall stressed and upset.
"whats wrong, love?" harry said, walking over to me.
i sigh. "oh just another dispute between uma and mal."
"oh yes, i heard about that," harry said, leaning on the mast next to me. "in fact, i got front row to witness the deal be made," he said, laughing.
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of course he was, as uma's first mate. i try not to be jealous, and i know they are only friends, but i cant help it.
"hey, it'll be fun," harry says with a big, adorable grin. "we'll finally get to rub those perfect little smiles off those perfect little princesses."
"oh well of course that'll be fun," i agree, smiling wickedly. "i just mean the inevitable mess we'll have to clean up."
harry smirked. "you just gotta stay positive, y/n."
"oh since when were you the optimism expert? last time i checked, you-"
he leaned around the mast and kissed me, a perfectly acceptable interruption, his hands on my waist. he always had a slightly salty taste, which is something i love about him.
when he pulled away, i felt disappointed. it must've shown because harry smirked, somehow in a sweet way. ive only seen harry give a sweet smirk.
"now that that's settled, let's go get some lunch," harry suggests, putting his arm around me.
"good, im starving!" i exaggerate, earning a small laugh from harry.
