Mad World. (A Larry Stylinson/Peter Pan crossover)

(21) I love you. (part one)

Words of ridicule and mockery were being thrown at Harry as if they were stuffed animals of some kind, which was how Harry pictured them. Every time a word was being shot at him or his friends, he would merely picture silence and angry stuffed animals being thrown his way. Maybe it was because Harry’s childhood had felt as though it had been extended for seventeen years, he didn’t know. All he knew was as crew members continued to taunt them whist Hook was plotting his next move, Harry merely imagined it all as if it was better than it actually was.

He was quite surprised with the amount of eerie objects his mind could come up with. However, he pictured his friend’s inches away from him as nothing but the smiling people they once were before. Harry knew that this was probably the worst thing some of them had ever gone through, so he attempted to picture a time- the happiest Harry had seen them- where everything didn’t look so tragic and every scenario he was playing around in his head wasn’t one of pessimism. And yet, being tied up to a large pole from the ship did influence negative thoughts on a person.

It seemed too sudden, but Hook had an outburst. “He’s alive! Why is he? What is he?!” He walked over to Harry quickly, his hook positioned on Harry’s neck once he got there. “Would you like one last story before you die? The story of Louis Tomlinson?” Harry whimpered, the hook was placed so Harry lifted a little off the air once Hook had applied pressure. “Go on then boy,” Hook shouted, scaring Harry more than he would have cared to admit. “Once upon a time…” Hook started, and Harry was sure he would draw blood from his neck if he applied more pressure.

“Once upon a time…” Harry muttered stubbornly. Hook grinned.

Smee shouted, “The boy’s going to tell a story!” Crew members cheered and sat down in front of Harry and Hook expectedly. Harry was glad the stuffed animals had ceased to be threw at him.

“There was a boy called Louis Tomlinson, who never wanted to grow up…” Harry began but Hook kicked him forcefully at his words.

“Skip the prologue!” Hook demanded and Harry was surprised he knew what a prologue was.

“So… he ran away to the Neverland, where the pirates are.” Harry whimpered yet again. A pirate made the mistake of shouting out that they were the pirates that Harry was referring to, so Hook used the gun that was in his hand to shoot him dead on the spot.

“What fun he must’ve had.” Hook stated, scowling at Harry, who wasn’t very sure what he was after from him.

“Yes…” Harry agreed in a small voice. “But he was rather lonely.”

Hook had a distant look in his eyes at that. “Lonely?” He questioned as if his brain was rejecting the thought. “He needed a Harry.”

One of the crew stated that he needed a Harry so Hook once again committed murder on the spot. The lost children screamed at the sight.

“Why a ‘Harry’?” Hook questioned and Harry thought up a lie on the spot, because he didn’t really understand why himself.

Harry shrugged the best way he could. “He liked my stories. Stories of adventure, where good triumphs over evil.” Cheers came from the children.

“Love stories.” Hook stated and some of the crew members wolf whistled. “They all end in a kiss…” Harry noticed once again the crew members going all emotionally sappy at this remark. He continued to look into Hook’s eyes, attempting to get an indication for what he may be feeling. “He does feel… He feels very strongly for you.” Harry wasn’t sure whether to agree or disagree. Louis may have felt strongly for him before, but he tried to leave. And now it was over.

Hook almost made Harry jump three feet into the air when he broke the tension by slicing open Harry’s ropes he was restricted around with his hook. Hook was quick to grab ahold of Harry’s hair straight away. Cheers were sounded from the crew members as Hook brought Harry’s back roughly against his chest and forced his head to turn upwards. Harry gasped.