A few minutes later, I find myself seated, grappling with the whirlwind of emotions stirred up by Harry's actions. I'm not accustomed to feeling so weak and helpless, but in that moment against the wall, I couldn't deny it.
Normally, these words aren't in my vocabulary. Mustering some courage, I'm determined to retrieve my money. If Dizzy can't have that 20 dollars, then I damn well want them back. It wasn't easy to come by, and I deserve something for that success.
As I make my way to Ursula's shop, my heart pounds against my chest. "Just calm down, Y/N. You've got this," I mutter to myself, taking a deep breath before stepping through the door.
"Oh, look who's here! Thanks for the 20 dollars, by the way," Uma says sarcastically. "Hello, Shrimpy. Nice to see you too. That's how Mal always called you, right? Shrimpy?" I try to provoke her.
But before she can retort, I press on. "Oh, about the dollars, I want them back. They're not meant for Shrimpy; they're for me," I assert.
Uma's reaction is disappointing, to say the least. She simply smiles and—
Alright, now I understand why. Harry. Feeling his sword pressing against my throat, almost breaking through my skin, doesn't scare me.
If I die, I die. But there's something about Harry that makes me feel insecure. His breath tickling my neck only worsens the feeling.
"Bring her on deck," Uma orders, and of course, Harry complies. He's like a mindless puppet for Uma. On the ship, he ties me up to a mast.
"You f—" I curse as he pulls the rope tight around my wrists.
"Are you feeling strong now? Not so tough, huh? Come on, fight me, sweetheart," he taunts, flashing that infuriating smile. His Scottish accent somehow makes everything more aggravating!
I smile, annoyed at his antics, but then an idea strikes me.
"Harry, what if..." I start, struggling to find the right words.
"What do you want now? My muscles?" he jokes.
"Grow up, Harry. What if we could find a way out of this miserable place? Seek revenge on Mal, the King, Auradon..." I propose.
"You know, Y/N? Uma has an excellent plan to free EVERYONE! Even if you are gorgeous, I'll pass," he retorts firmly, though that damn smile never leaves his face. It's kind of adorable, though.
"Alright, sailor. Just keep being a dog for Uma," I reply, annoyed.
"I will, don't worry about that," he laughs, as if I've said the silliest thing ever.
This boy... attractive, but with a brain the size of a walnut!
