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

Chapter Five

Harry had brought us two blankets and one pillow. I insisted that he give the pillow to Ben, he'd had a hard day and deserved the extra comfort. Although, I swear Harry also gave him the rattier blanket out of spite.

I slept rather restlessly, waking up and shifting my jacket, that I'd been using as a head rest, to a more  comfortable position and pulling the blanket over me more.

I woke up slowly, I could hear humming and feel someone running their fingers through me hair. For a moment I thought I was in my bed at Auradon prep, and that I was hearing Lonnie hum. Then, it hit me. I was on the Isle of the Lost, being held prisoner. I sat up quickly, trying to figure out who was there, playing with my hair so nonchalantly.

I realized I'd been laying on the lap of Harry Hook, using him as a pillow. He looked at me wide eyed, like he was startled, and a soft pink appeared on his cheeks.

"What are you doing?" I asked confused, but not entirely displeased.

"You're a lot cuter when your sleeping," He said and shrugged his shoulders.

"What?" I wasn't sure that I'd actually heard him right, but, even if he hadn't said that, it was too late. I felt my cheeks heat up and looked down at the ground trying to hide my face.

"You don't talk when you're asleep," he said and stood up, "Makes it easier to admire you."

"Alright," I replied, not really sure what to do with that answer, and looked over at my shadow. She was cast in three weird sections due to the windows. She tapped her wrist like she was gesturing to a watch, "How long were you here?"

"Only an hour or so," he had turned away from me and started messing with the lock in the door, "Oh, you left your bag in the chip shop. I wouldn't count on all your belongings being there still, though."

"Thank you," I said noticing that it was sitting on the floor behind me.

"Your welcome, love," Harry said as he quickly stepped out of the cell and locked it again.

I knelt down next to my bag. I opened it up and found that everything was still there. That was surprising. Not one villain inhabitant decided to snatch something from it.

I looked up to see that Harry was still there. He was looking down at me. He gave me a little half smile and turned to walk away. He started to hum the same tune he'd been earlier when he'd woke me up.

He walked over to the cage that held Ben and he hit the bars causing a loud bang. Ben jumped, clearly startled by the sound. Which caused Harry to burst out into evil laughter.

"I'll be coming back for you, soon," Harry said and then continued to laugh as he turned and exited to room.

"Are we going to pretend like that wasn't weird?" Ben asked, still staring at the door like he expected Harry to come back in.

"Yes," I replied. I could feel the ghost of Harry's hand playing with my hair. I suddenly missed him, not because I missed him, but because it felt nice to have someone mess with your hair, and missed that feeling. Right? That was all I was missing, right?

"I wonder what he's coming back for me for?" Ben thought aloud and straightened out his leather jacket.

"Hmm. I wonder," I trailed off, getting lost in my thoughts.

"Oh, what am I going to do? I have to get back. I am king after all, I can't just," Ben sighed, "leave. Which is exactly what I did."

"Don't worry so much. Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos know that your missing. They'll figure it out. They'll get you out, somehow," I reassured him.

"Your right. It's out of my hands now. I'll just have to trust them," Ben rested his head against the side of the ship, the only actual wall of our cages.

We sat in silence for a while. Ben never moved from where he was sitting. I felt my heart ache for him. He was so hurt and I didn't know what to do to help him. He was my friend after all, not just the king.

"I'm sorry Ben," I finally said.

"Why? Why are you sorry? You've done nothing wrong," He looked over at me.

"I just am. I wish I could help you, and I don't know how," I confessed to him.

"That's hardly your fault," Ben said and leaned against the wall again.

"I know, but," I said. I didn't get to finish my sentence, though, as Harry and Gil burst through the door.

"Well, it's time for you to go," Harry said as he walked towards Ben.

"Go where?" Ben asked.

"Why, to Uma, of course. She needs you for her little plan to work out," Harry unlocked the cage and swung the door open. Gil then quickly ran in and tied Ben's hands together.

"We've got to go on deck," Gil said as he pushed Ben out of the cell and then out of the room.

"What are you doing with him?" I asked and my heart fluttered a bit when Harry's silver-blue eyes shot over to me.

"I'm not doing anything with him. You see Gil is the one who took him away. Maybe you should have asked him, love," he replied and walked over to me. I was standing, now, and my hands were grasped tightly around the bars at the front of my cage.

"Very funny, but I know Gil's not smart enough to do anything. Ben could asked to be untied and Gil would do it," I looked Harry straight in the eyes, never breaking my gaze, "so, what is the real plan? What are you all doing with King Ben?"

"It's Uma's secret plan, not mine," he admitted right away.

"And? What is this plan?"

"If I told you that, then what would be the point of having a secret plan," Harry smirked and then chuckled.

"Can you at least tell me if Ben will be safe?" I sighed. I turned my back towards him and leaned on the cage.

"He will be, as long as Mal shows up," Harry said and I felt his back touching mine as he leaned against the cage as well.

"Alright," at least I knew he would be okay. Mal would never leave Ben to suffer, even if she'd broken up with him.

"You don't seem to worried about what's going to happen to you?" Harry asked.

"No, I'm not. I got myself into this mess just because I wanted to. It's my fault. But, it's not Ben's fault that any of this happened. I deserve what's coming to me, Ben doesn't," I explained to him.

"Well, you'll be okay," Harry told me. I felt him reach for my hand. I looked down to see that he had stuck his hand through the bars, which were barley wide enough for him to fit through.

"Harry?" I asked, tentatively.

"Hmm?" he replied, giving me permission to ask him a question.

"Why do you care so much?"

"Well, there's no reason for you to be hurt and I just," he took in a deep breath, "I've got to get back on deck before Uma gets mad," he said, without finishing whatever he was going to say initially.

"You wouldn't want that," I replied and he let go of my hand, which immediately felt cold when he did so.

"No, I might end up down here in a cage," Harry gestured around the room at the many empty cells.

"You mean you wouldn't want to be down here with me?" I asked and smiled innocently at him.

"With you?" he repeated as he turned around, "that might not be half bad."

"But, that means you'd have to hear me talking all the time," I said, recalling earlier when I had woke up to him in my cage.

"In that case, never mind," he chuckled and walked out of the room, leaving me alone.