fortnight | h. hook

xiii.

chapter thirteen
━━━ the end? nah.

✩₊˚.🌷･⋆⁺₊✧

𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 was a magical experience. fayebelle should know, as she just had hers a few days prior. to the blonde, her shared kiss with harry was better than any magic fairy godmother could do or any snowmen she could make. it  was ethereal, heavenly and so mind boggling that she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it.

she didn't know how harry felt, spoiler he was also head over heals for her, but she knew that her once in a lifetime, spur of the moment first kiss was never going to be replicated. as painful as that was to think about, there was a barrier separating the two from seeing each other ever again.

and telling anyone about her moment with harry would only earn their pity, rubbing in the fact that harry was not hers to have. so she kept it a secret, her secret. while the odd looks from villain kids were sometimes unsettling, this was a secret between her and harry, the one thing connecting them from the two opposite sides of the barrier.

besides, if fayebelle had indeed told her friends, pity would not be the only thing that followed. they would tell her she was crazy, delusional and downright mental if she had fallen in love with harry hook.

"you don't even know him," or, "you can't fall in love with someone you barely know," would be their words of advice. 

deep down, fayebelle knew that there was logic to their statements. the blonde didn't know harry that well. they had never been on a date, only ever spoken in private a handful of times, and at all points of time there were pressing matters that separated them.

but to the frost wielder, that didn't matter. she wouldn't ever get the chance to know harry better, nor would she ever get the chance to admit to herself what she truly felt about him. to her, a child who had never felt the warmth of love, this was a deep-rooted attraction. she liked him, sure, but it wasn't, couldn't be, love.

so she kept her mouth shut and her fantasies in her head. 

the minutes without him turned into hours, fayebelle becoming more and more desperate to see harry once again. her heartbreak was too raw, too cold.

maybe it would have been better if she told mal or evie. they were her friends, they weren't going to judge her. besides, that's what friends are for, to get you through the hard breakups (like they were even together).

but fayebelle had never been the most socially aware in these situations, and tended to be quite dramatic, so she instead sulked in her room privately while putting on a brave face for her friends in public.