Brielle, cousin to King Ben and his personal guard, has a history dealing with pirates, especially a certain blue-eyed one.
Harry, after telling Bri that he never wanted to see her again, is surprised when he finds her wandering around the isle once...
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(Brielle's POV)
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AS SOON as we reach the palace gardens a wave of tiredness sways over me and I yawn scrunching my eyes closed. I look towards Harry and see him with a panicked expression.
"Ellie, come on we have to go." His wide eyes tell me everything without having to hear his words.
Through the rose-tinted haze I finally realise what is coming towards us; the sleeping spell.
Harry pulls me to him, moving his hook to the other hand and interlocking our fingers while he starts to run with me. As we get further from the fog I finally get my energy back and run faster with him so I'm not slowing him down.
We both pant as we reach the front of the forest, turning and seeing the fog retreating.
I sigh, "Thanks Love." I smile at him pecking his cheek, he grins, "No worries, come on."
We chat the whole way, and as I spot a cottage in the distance I remember what I was going to say.
"I'm going to talk to Celia because I want to offer her a place nearby my dorm, there's an empty suite I've been asking Ben to save for someone I'd like to give to." I pause, "I was originally going to give it to you or Gil but it seems he wants to do some travelling and obviously you don't need it because you can stay with me...only if you want to! You don't have to! I just mean like-" he cuts me off with a kiss.
"Of course I want to stay with you, and I think giving Celia that room would be a good idea. She's a troublemaker and needs someone to look out for her." He nudges me and I grin, nodding.
"Okay." I say blushing slightly, what my own boyfriend can't make my heart flutter just because we are together?
As we near the cottage we tense at the sound of a crash before a screaming Chad races out of the cottage towards us.
Harry pulls me behind him and holds his hook outwards menacingly-as if Chad can do any damage-but it doesn't matter anyway because he runs straight past us.
We both huff out a laugh and turn back to face the cottage when we see familiar faces exiting.
As they near Harry squeezes my hand before walking over to Uma and greeting her, I stroll over to Ben.
"Hey, sorry we're late we got soaked by the rain and chased by sleeping fog." I grin non-suspiciously because I'm technically not lying.
Ben pulls me in for a hug, "I'm glad you're okay" he says and Mal smiles at me.
I grin at them, "I'm so happy you guys made the decision to let everyone off the isle. I'm going to go talk to Celia now about it!" I exclaim bounding off not noticing Ben's face paling and looking like he wanted to say something else.
