I'll Get You, Pan! (Harry Hook x OC)

Chapter Three

I'd jumped across the roofs of the neighboring building until I found myself staring at the fish and chips shop's roof. I was starting to get a bit anxious, unsure of what I'd find in there. I took in a deep breath and let the last rays of the sun set wash over me. I looked down at the ground, there was an awning hanging off the side in the building I was standing on and a closed dumpster near that.

I took in another deep breath before I jumped from to roof and onto the awning. Surprisingly, it didn't rip under my weight, but I wasn't going to wait around for it to happen. I flipped off of it and landed, rolling on, then off the dumpster. I stood on the concrete ground now and silently thanked my dad for the only real things I learned from him, acrobatics and gymnastics.

I made my way into the restaurant and took a seat at a table towards the back. The whole time, I looked around for Harry Hook. But, him and his accent were no where to be found. Was it wrong that I was suddenly disappointed?

A waitress came over to ask me for my order. She was obviously irritated. I hadn't yet decided what I wanted, but in an effort to keep the girl from choking me out, as she looked like she wanted to, I just told her I wanted the fish and chips. After all, this was a fish and chips shop, so it must be good.

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I felt very out of place, for obvious reasons. I looked down at my shadow, who was cast in three overlapping versions of herself thanks to all of the light fixtures in the building. She made a motion like she was adjusting a hat. That's perfect! I grabbed my hat from my back pack, it was just like Peter Pan's hat and was something my mother made for me when I was younger. I kicked my feet up on the table, leaned my chair back against the wall and dropped the hat onto my face so it looked like I was resting there.

I must have sat there for a while, before a familiar Scottish voice startled me.

"You know, love, only someone who's never been here would order fish and chips without planning on throwing it at someone," I saw Harry put down a tray of food next to my feet. I quickly let my feet down and the chair came down from its leaning position with a thud.

"Well, maybe I was going to do exactly that," I told him as he sat himself across the table from me.

"Are you sure you're from Auradon?" he asked me out of nowhere.

"Neverland, but technically Auradon," I replied without thinking as I shoved some fish in my mouth.

"How's it taste?" He smirked as I let the food drop out if my mouth and into the plate it came from.

"Why would you even cook this? It's absolutely disgu-" Harry placed a finger over my mouth, telling me to shut up.

"It's best not to let Uma, or God forbid Ursala, hear you say bad things about the food," he explained and brushed his thumb over my lips before taking his hand back.

"Alright," I replied, eyeing him. Didn't he just trash talk the food a minute ago?

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but the room went deathly quiet and whatever he was going to say, died in his throat. He turned around to face the rest of the room. I tried to see what was going on, but I couldn't see through Harry.

I heard some whispers: is that Mal? It looks like her. What is she doing back here?

I tried to see past Harry, peering around both of his shoulders. But, whatever, or whoever, everyone was looking at must have been directly in front if Harry. All I caught view of was some long pinkish-purple hair and what looked like the back of the head of the waitress that had asked for my order.

I heard two voices, the waitress and, was that Mal's voice? Like really Mal? It must have been. I still wasn't sure why she had come here in the first place. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to know for sure if it was Mal, so I stood up to see over Harry. Mal immediately looked over at me, she was the one with pinkish-purple hair, it wasn't the light blonde it had been the last time I saw her in Auradon. Her eyes went wide with surprise and her jaw fell open.

"Pandora? Pan is that you?" she asked

"Yeah," I replied, just as wide eyed as she was.

"Get her!" I heard the waitress command. "And if you want her and Ben back, Mal, we'll have to make a deal." With that a few men came up to me and started to grab my arms.

"Hold on, hold on," Harry said dismissing the people pulling at me, "let me take this runt," he walked over to me and grabbed my collar.

"What? Let me go!" I demanded.

"That's a no can do. Didn't I tell you I'd get you, Pan?" he pulled me out from behind the table and started to drag me towards the back door.

I looked at Mal, who was in complete and udder shock. While the waitress smirked at her.

"Stop it! You're not going to take me!" I yelled at him. Which he responded to by hooking his, well, hook around my neck. I stiffened up, not wanting to get hurt by its point.

"You'll thank me later," he whispered into my ear as he pulled me through the door.