Descendents: Saving the Isle #DescendantsAwards2017 (Under Revision)

Chapter 7: Broken Fragments of Thoughts and Feelings

Harry had managed to avoid Mal an entire week after the incident on the dock which left them both confused and therefore very temperamental, leaving most wary of them both.

Many silently wondered if something had happened between the ex-lovers that would cause such terrifying anger.

Harry sat at the same spot as the night Mal apologized to him, stabbing his hook into the same piece of wood repeatedly as he tried ignoring the turmoil he was in.

There was a lot of overwhelming sadness, pain, and most of all, anger. What right did she have waltzing back into his life and ruining everything he had become with one conversation?!

How he wanted to hurt her, physically and mentally but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Never Mal. Never.

He hated that she had this effect on him, that after all this time-

It sickened him to think of the absolute power she had over him.

He'd kill for her. He'd do anything for her.

Because, well because he simply adored her. He loved her. It was exhilarating, annoying, and he just couldn't comprehend it all the time.

He didn't understand why she left him to be with that stupid king! Couldn't she see he would have done anything for her, would still do anything for her.

'Then why have you been avoiding her?’ a voice of reason resounded in his head, 'How will she know if she never sees you?’

Harry's eyes widened as he begrudgingly agreed with the stupid voice. But he was still so furious.

So, so furious.

“Harry…” a voice called out to him, equal parts annoyed and cautious as footsteps came closer to him.

His mind went blank as all negative thoughts left him as he was left completely blank and it all seemed to just wash away.

Mal.

Harry turned to look at her, eyes softening as he took in her form. Curly purple hair clipped and flowing down one shoulder. He'd always loved her hair, her eyes, her attitude, he couldn't get enough of any of it.

But he'd been avoiding her. Guilt, something he only ever felt when it came to Mal, surged through him.

He stood on unsteady feet and made his way closer to her, longing to feel her against him in any way, it didn't matter as long as he could feel her.

He wouldn't let her leave him again. He wouldn't survive it a second time.

“Me little dragon…” Harry murmured as he took a step closer, close enough to see the spark of magic that had always seemed to swirl in her eyes.

Slowly, as if dealing with a flighty animal, she raised her hand to his cheek. Just like the other night.

He took in a deep breath as electricity surged through him at her touch. Only she could do this to him, make him feel so weak.

He couldn't tell if he hated or loved it.

Mal knew that she had to give him the week to try and sort himself out. It made her so confused and angry, so she waited just a little longer than she should have.

She regretted it.

She could see how the week had taken its toll on him mentally. He had dark bags under his eyes that made his eyeliner look horrendous and gave his eyes a sunken in look.

He looked pale and as if he had forgotten to eaten a few times. Her heart clenched knowing it was probably her fault he was like this.

“Hooky…” Mal whispered, unable to keep the quiver of emotion out of her voice. She used to hate how he could make her feel like this, but now she relished in it.

She always felt like she was worth something, no matter what she did when she was around him because they had always managed to come out on top.

She realized how far she'd fallen from who she was when she went to Aurodan. She'd let what Ben and everyone else wanted over what she wanted.

But Harry had always put her first, put her on a pedestal, so high it was unhealthy, so much so that she could probably do anything and he'd still love her.

Mal realized that Harry deserved better than how she had left him and treated him when she had to save Ben.

"I..I miss you so much..always treating me like a queen."

She decided then and there as she stared into his beautiful, hypnotic eyes that she would do anything for him, just as he'd always done for her.

She'd show him what she'd always hid before, because she'd been taught that such feelings were weak. But, if Harry could do it, so could she.

Maybe they'd be able to make all the hopes and dreams they'd shared with each other finally come true.

“Harry,” she whispered as she brought her lips so close to his he could practically taste the gum that left her lips smelling like candy, “What’s my name...say my name.”

“Mal.” Harry whispered as adrenaline pumped through his veins, “Mal..”

He said he name over and over again like a mantra in between the desperate kisses he peppered across her neck, her jaw up to her mouth.

“Be my king?” She asked breathlessly as he continued kissing any visible skin.

“Always.”

No one's gonna stop us
Soon the world will be ours
What's my name?
What's my name?

A/N: So as you can see Harry is not quite mentally stable without Mal and she's enabling him. I hope this seems like something that could really happen, I don't want to take the characters away from what they are. Let me know what you think guys!! <3