Flirting? [Harry Hook x Reader Oneshot]

oneshot

Despite being the child of a villain and a part of Uma's crew, you weren't a fan of getting into trouble. You avoided most, if not all, conflicts. Usually, you silently watched as your friends wrecked havoc.

Like now. A couple of idiots gathered around and made a bet that whoever drunk a whole jug of a mix of gross things would win a date with Uma. She disapproved of the prize herself. They settled on someone else. And all eyes were on you.

"Don't even think about it." you said with a glare. "Not unless you brush your teeth first." Then you cracked a smile, which excited the group. You watched as they drunk away. What people do for a simple thing like a date surprises you.

"How dare they treat like you a prize, (Name)?" A familiar voice said behind you.

"Oh, Harry." you smiled at the pirate. "I don't know what you mean, it's all fun and games.."

He ignores you rather rudely and approaches the group. By now, three people gave up and spat out the disgusting mess they drunk. Two people are left. Harry grins and reaches for an untouched bottle. "Mind if I join, ladies and gents?" he says. No one objects. "Wonderful." He then pops the bottle open and starts chugging it down like nothing.

Before the other two could finish, Harry is already done. "Wussies." he slams the bottle down, then walks over to you. His breath is horrible. "About that date?"

You can't really say no. Harry is a friend anyway, so the date can't be serious. As much as you think Harry is cute, you believe Harry did this to get you out of the mess. "I'm not up for it." you whisper. "Thanks for that, though! No one here is really my type." With a smile, you pat Harry's head.

His jaw drops. You said it in such an innocent and truthful way, it didn't anger Harry at all. He sighs and watches you walk away, but then a grin forms. "They're a tricky one. Stupid, but cute. Don't ya think, guys?" he turns his head to see the crew gone. "Those idiots.."

Everyone can see Harry's special interest in you, except for you.

You're practicing sword-fighting with Gil when Harry passes by. A day or two passes from that 'date'. The only bitter aftertaste that was left was your unintentional rejection.

"Gil, (Name)," Harry says.

Gil looks at Harry, then at you. There's a silent minute where that's all he does. Backing away from the place, he takes a glance at his nonexistent watch. "Oh, look at the time... I have to... water.. my, um.. plants. See ya!" He walks away.

"Wait, Gil!" You call out. "Jerk. He was helping me with my sword fighting.."

"Now, now, (Name)," Harry takes out his sword. "Don't forgot about me. You have the honor of practicing with me!" he points it at you, causing you to flinch. "How ya got here is a wonder. Maybe Uma likes pretty faces? After all, she has me, haha!"

Was he here to provoke you? Since you didn't do much and barely fought, your skills weren't good as everyone else's. You were trying hard to improve. "Hey! He tried swinging at you. "What is your problem?!"

"Being an asshole to the people you like is a trend." Harry said as he defended a strike from you. The remark went over your head as you tried to dodge Harry, blocking out any words. "You fight like a child!" That clearly wasn't a compliment, you were there when Harry fought a child.

You're irritated by Harry's comments. You decide to get serious and strike at his face, then at his fake hook which falls off. He drops to the floor to retrieve it. "Are you done being the douchebag of the day, Harry?" you say.

"No, not yet, but you're improvin'. I like that." Harry fixes his hook back on his hand. He walks to you, placing his hook under your chin. "I like your eyes.. reflects the color of evil and attractiveness quite well."

You're frozen for a moment. His crazy eyes meet yours, smiling widely as he does normally. It feels different now. You noticed that Harry has a charm to him. He's pretty weird, but..

"Are... you flirting with me?!" You ask in shock, pushing Harry's hook away from your face. The realization hits you and you don't know how to feel.

"I wondered how long it would take ya to notice.." Harry says in a tone of disappointment, crossing his arms. "What? Cat got your tongue?" he notices you don't have much to say.

You stupidly decide to drop your sword and back away slowly. Muttering an apology, you dash away. You don't know how to feel, especially now with Harry Hook's flirtatious actions.

"Dude, you missed up big time!" Gil pops out of nowhere. "What happened with (Name)? Why did they run away like that?"

Harry bites his lips and clenches his fists. "I'm about to find out. Look for them." With that simple order, Gil goes to search for you.

You end up hiding in a spot where you and Gil would often speak to each other, a place with a bunch of trees and stumps. Most of time he would tell you about his father. Gil is too good of a guy, you think to yourself. You try to figure out why Harry would flirt with you. Surely, you're overreacting. Harry's very ambiguous and confusing. He's messing with you. That has to be it, so why bother thinking about it? His appearance comes into mind. He's handsome and cunning. Sly, too. Also a little messed up in the head, but it's cute.

You sigh and lean your head back on a tree, unable to stop the smile on your mouth. "I like him, don't I?" It slips out your mouth, believing Gil is here to listen.

"Like who, (Name)?"

You fall off the tree stump hearing Harry. "How did you find this place? Gil..." you mutter. Harry laughs, offering his hand. You take it while looking away, allowing him to pick you up. He wouldn't come chase you if this was a joke.. "What do you want?"
"A lot of things, actually." Harry replies, shrugging. "I want you, first." This time he cups your chin with his actual hand. "Yes, I've been flirtin' with ya. Want me to list the reasons why? You're admirable and entertaining in ways you don't realize.. I wanna help unlock what you're hiding."

A flood of blush hits your face. Harry chuckles and pulls your body close. "You can stop acting cool now, Harry.." You say as he wraps his arms around your neck. You kiss his lips and feel all your tension melt.

"Whaddya think, (Name)?" Harry asks. He has a soft grip on you. "I'm up for grabs."

You laugh and kiss Harry's cheek. "Yeah, I'll date you. Just don't confuse me, alright?"

"Hey, that's on you, not my fault you're oblivious." Harry lets go of you.

You roll your eyes. He's going to be tough to deal with.