Fairy dust

Chapter eight. Are we enemies?

Taylor's pov

Taylor had just found Harry Hook sneaking around her apartment, he must've followed her inside. " Now Hook why don't you tell me what you want." Harry smiled to himself. " I'm just wondering, who are you actually? " Harry turned around and looked at her. He was a bit taller then her so she had to look up to meet eyes. Taylor was confused, what did he mean with who she was? " What do you mean?"

" You look like a pirate, you act like you're a vk, but you're the daughter of Tinkerbell, you go to school in Auradon, you have a easy life, but you still decide to go and live on the isle every year, even though it's dangerous and not at all like your home. Why?" Taylor smiled pointing to the couch. They both sat down.

" Yes, I have a good life, but unfortunately it's not a fairytale. Because my parents are split so hard my mother cries and scream in her sleep every nigh, she doesn't know she does it because her fairy dust dries up the tears, but I hear it everyday and I don't remember when she didn't. My dad does the same, the reason why I have my own space. It's what I crew up with and it's why I can't leave any of them. Without each other there a mess, but I can't even imagine what would happen if they were completely alone. Many might not have family or friends, but there's always a place or a group you can hold on to on the isle, people might think there alone but they never are."

"I've grown up as both an Auradon girl and a vk. I know how both places are, and I know I'm the only one who can come and go as I please. But that does not mean I have an easy life, to be honest before Mal and the others came I had no one. Even though they don't know about my dad, I've never been accepted because my parents raise me differently then others. Honestly I would rather spend time on the Isle when I was a kid then Auradon."

Taylor couldn't exactly describe the look Harry had, it was sympathetic but hateful. They just stayed in silence for a while. Taylor got up from the couch and into her bedroom leaving Harry alone in the main room.

Harry's pov

Some of his questions had been answered but now there popped up new ones. Why did she help him? Did she never have anyone her whole life except her parents? Why did she tell him straight out? Did she want him to feel sorry so she could find his weakness or something?

Harry got up and walked into Taylor's bedroom, she was in the bathroom so he looked around, and the room was beautiful. Plants were hanging everywhere, her bed looked like something belonging in a castle, she had a punching bag and some training equipment on one side of the room.

On bedside table hung some jewelry, some gold with fairies and some silver with skulls. Harry picked up a silver necklace with a bunch of small butterflies. He normally never saw pretty jewels like this. He looked around the rest of the room. On the other there was a table, over it hung maps from all over the world, of places Harry could only dream of travel to. On the table were a bunch of pictures and some books. The pictures were of her and her mother, father, pictures with Evie, Mal, Jay and Carlos, pictures of her and the king, Ben. One picture caught his attention it was a picture of a her and a boy, the boy had short hair, and his clothes were a bit torn with a bunch of plants, that's when Harry realized who she was standing beside.

That was Peter Pan's son! He was sure of it. Harry started getting angry, not of seeing the son of the guy who took his father's hand but because he had his hand over Taylor's shoulder. He expected them too know each other since there parents are friends but he couldn't shake the feelings that the guy was looking at Taylor. HIS TAYLOR. Wait, no! Not his Taylor, she's not his friend, she's with Mal and her crew, they are enemies.
Taylor's rude, a player, an Auradon girl,
a princess, a beautiful princess, her hair looks like the sun, her eyes are like waves in the water, her smile, it lights up the Isle.

She's calm, she doesn't judge, she's like no other woman, Harry had ever met. She was honest, she was a fighter, she didn't let others take her fight for her, she treated everyone the same, it didn't mater who they were, if they had power or not. He wanted her, to hold her in his arms, to sail to uncharted waters, to tell her he loved her every day, to kiss her, to see her smile. That's what he wanted but he new he would never get it. Her life was mostly in Auradon, that's were she lived, that's were she would find the perfect guy. Someone who was open, someone that everyone loved, someone who had the money to give her everything she wanted. That wasn't him.

He couldn't stay anymore, he walked out of the apartment and out on the streets of the Isle. He had nearly come back to Ursula's Fish and Chips when he felt something in his pocket. The necklace, had had been so distracted with the pictures that he didn't notice he still had the necklace. She would definitely think he stole it, and maybe that's for the best.

Taylor's pov

Taylor had gone to the bathroom she had started crying after telling Hook about her parents it might have sounded weird but the only thing she could hear were her parents scream's over and over in her head. She couldn't let Harry see her like that, because that's weakness, and you can never show weakness on the Isle. When she had dried up her tears she went back out, Harry had left, good she taught to herself. Why did she tell him about her parents not even Ben new about that, he couldn't be trusted, so why did she do that. She laid down looking up at the roof that she had painted as the stars from home, then she noticed something, her necklace.

When Taylor was young her mother had made her a beautiful silver necklace with butterflies out of fairy dust. She always had it with her when she went to the Isle, but now it was gone. She started looking over the whole apartment where could it have gone. Then it hit her, Harry. He had stolen the necklace, she had opened up to him, and he had stolen her most prized possession. Taylor laughed to herself, if he wants to play she'll play. " I'm gonna get my revenge tomorrow, just you wait Hook. You might think you're messing with a Auradon girl but trust me I'm much more." Taylor said to herself looking out her small window out on the Isle.

Authors note: Okay maybe not the best chapter but I'm going to go through it again and probably change some stuff. Hope you like it anyway and also thank you so much for the read's and votes. ❤️❤️