Harry Hook Imagine
"Why would you do that to me, Uma? I had her!" You exclaimed, your words dripping in venom as you pushed through the doors of Ursulas Fish and Chips and threw yourself into one of the booths.
"You and I both know you had nothing on her, Y/N." Uma persisted, not even giving you a look as she made her way past you. "You're too emotionally attached."
You gave Uma a daring glare, your eyes traveling over her unfazed figure as she nonchalantly made her way up the stairs and behind the bar.
"Of course I'm emotionally attached! Mal was my best friend!"
Uma gave you a small scoff, her leather covered hands gently reaching out and retrieving a cloth to clean her sword. "Yeah, she was. That's the point, Y/N. She was your best friend, but she's not anymore." She explained. "She abandoned you. She abandoned us. You didn't accept that 6 months ago, and you still haven't accepted it now. If I would have let you fight her, she would have destroyed you, and if she would have destroyed you, you'd be even more useless than you are now."
You let out a laugh, the feeling of disbelief and anger taking over your body. "You know what, Uma? How about you go -"
"Ladies, ladies!" A voice called out, the smooth sound of their scottish accent immedietly making you register that it was Harry. "What's done is done. There's no point in fighting about it. Right, Y/N?"
You sighed, the sound of your boyfriends words ringing in your ears and calming you nerves. "Yeah, whatever." You exclaimed, gently digging the heels of your hands into your eyes and letting out a shaky breath. "I'm sorry, Uma."
Uma gave you a slight tsk, her eyes looking at you with disappointment as she and the fellow crew mates made their way through the doors and out onto the deck.
"Starting a fight with Uma? Are you serious, Y/N? If it was anyone but you she would have thrown them overboard." Harry lectured, his hand reaching out and gripping yours as he sat down next to you.
"I know." You proclaimed, squeezing his hand in reassurance. "I just...I just can't believe it. Mal was my best friend, my sister, and she just left me on this Isle like I was a piece of garbage " You stuttured, tears immedetly beginning to fall down your face. "And then for her to come back here and not even apologize? Are you kidding me? Did our friendship mean nothing to her?"
"Mal isn't worth your tears, okay?" Harry whispered, a slight trace of anger lacing his voice as he kissed the thick droplets of water off of your cheeks. "She doesn't deserve to have you as a friend, and they sure as hell don't deserve to have you at that school."
You gave him a small nod, your eyes looking at nothing but the black table in front of you. "Maybe you're right, but that doesn't change how I feel."
Harry let out a sad sigh, his free arm gently wrapping around your waist before pulling you into him, his hand resting in your hair and softly combing through it.
"I know you're sad, Y/N. But please, don't cry. I hate seeing you cry." Harry comforted, his hand leaving yours and lightly tapping your chin."Your beautiful face is breaking my heart."
You rolled your eyes, your boyfriends cheesy attempt at cheering you up having a slight affect as you cuddle yourself into him.
"I know. I'm sorry." You apologize. "You're probably tired of hearing me whine about it all the time. I mean, no wonder Uma thought I was too emotional to fight."
"No, that's not it!" Harry exclaimed, "I really just hate seeing you get hurt, especially when it's over something as overrated as Auradon Prep."
You gave him a knowing nod, breathing in deeply as you finally began to slow your tears. "I know, Harry. I just....I can't live here. I can't survive here. I'm not good enough."
Harry shook his head, the disagreement evident on his face. "You, my love, are stronger than every single person in this crew combined." He began, his hands cupping you face and bringing you closer to him. "If anyone can survive on this island, it's you, and you have to believe me on that."
"You're wrong, Harry. I -"
"Believe me." He interrupted, gently connecting his lips with yours and giving you a soft kiss.
You kissed him back, the feeling of his lips molding with yours warming your heart and fogging your mind from any negative thoughts that were coming your way. Smiling against his lips, you leaned further into him, the simple words 'believe me' lingering in your head as you kissed him deeper, the all too familiar taste of your boyfriends lips heavy on your tongue.
He tasted like reassurance.
He tasted like tears.
He tasted like home.
