•Book 1 of 4•
❌Because I'm a Villain, and Villain's don't get a Happily Ever After❌
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"Um," Harry hummed tunelessly, rubbing his plump lips together. "My favorite memory of us - one I've relived a million times over the last year. It was this summ...
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Starring up at the grand entrance to the endless maze, Harry couldn't help but remember the first time he had found this place. When he met Artemis under the stars and she told him she didn't want to be Queen. He tried to remind her of that, the night before her coronation.
Tried to remind her of the girl who dreamed of sailing the seas with him rather than ruling Wonderland.
He supposed that was the beginning of their falling out. That one fight would lead to him never coming back to Wonderland, that was until tonight.
"And this is the only way to the castle?" Mal asked with big eyes.
Matt nodded, fixing the dark green top hat that sat on his ginger locks. "Yep, don't worry. I know the way." Harry snorted at that, but didn't say anything. He'd better hope so, or else they'd be stuck in there forever. They would lose this battle before it really began.
The moon shone bright overhead, being the only source of light that the six had to guide the way. They had lost track of how long they'd been travelling through the large hedges, but it had been quite a long time. Their feet grew sore and their eyelids began to turn heavy.
"Maybe we should stop for the night," Ben suggest when Mal yawned.
Alison looked back at the couple and nodded, seeing how tired the two really were. "Come. I know where we can rest." She hurried ahead, leaving the others to jog to catch up.
Harry felt like the wind had been knocked out of him when he realized where they were. His eyes landed on the cement bench he spent many nights perched on with Artemis, just talking.
His fingers reached out to brush along the red petals of the roses that decorated the landscape. He remembered when Artemis told him she preferred the red roses to the white ones her mother always planted.
Even when she was the White Angel, she was still the Red Queen. He smirked at that, plucking the flower from it's home in the tangled bush. He always did think red suited her better.
He felt eyes on him and he looked up to see Alison watching him with a knowing look in her Hazel eyes. "Don't start," he scoffed, tossing the flower aside, letting it haphazardly hit the grass below his feet.
Alison frowned, picking up the red flower as he brushed passed her. Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth she turned to look at the other four with her. She didn't understand why he was being so stubborn about it, why he wouldn't even entertain the idea of him being someone's true love. The true love to the Queen of Wonderland of all people.
When she got no response from any of them - because they were honestly just as stumped as her, about what they were going to do - she turned to see Harry standing up on the cement bench, his eyes on the distant castle.
"No chance. No way. I won't say I'm in love," He sung, crossing his arms across each other at the forearm and throwing them out to the side.
