Hooked {A Descendants Fanfiction}

57: Forever

Harry slowly opened his eyes, letting out a groan as he rested his hand on his head.

Once his vision cleared, he noticed Uma sitting with her arms crossed in his desk chair.

"Great, you're awake." She huffs, an obvious hint of sarcasm stinging her voice.

"Okay, first of all, why is my head hurting? Second of all, why are you so
pissed at me?" Harry asks cluelessly as he propped himself up on his elbows.

"Take these." Uma says, as she hands Harry 2 small pain pills.

"Should I really take a pill from you when you're mad at me?" He questions, quirking an eyebrow.

"Take the damn pill, Harry." Uma demands, rolling her eyes.

As usual, Harry does what Uma says, and takes the pills to his lips.

She hands him a bottle of water before Harry swallows it.

"Now, what happened last night that made you so pissed off at me?" Harry asks once again, taking Uma's hand in his.

To his surprise, Uma didn't pull away.

She took a deep breath.

"Do you want me to start with the part where you got James Hook level drunk, or when you said you love Quinn." She smiles, before taking her hand away from his.

Harry's look went from puzzled to fear.

"Wait. I haven't had a drink in nearly a year. You helped me with that. Why would I drink?" He asks.

"Good question. I wasn't around you all night. Why? The reason is still unknown." Uma spat, leaning back in her seat.

"But I don't get- wait did you say I love Quinn." Harry asked followed by a laugh.

Uma still kept her stone cold glare on her face.

"Uma, are you kidding me. The only person I love is you." He says, reaching for her hand, but once again Uma moved away.

"Harry, when you're drunk, you always tell the truth." She explains, choking back tears.

Harry let out a frustrated sigh.

"Uma, This is ridiculous. I would never in a million years even consider having feelings for Quinn. You're the one girl that I need, and it's going to stay that way." Harry insisted, which only made Uma madder.

"I can't do this anymore." She whispers, letting a tear fall down her cheek.

Harry froze, trying to find the right words to say.

"Do what?" He questions, he accent thicker than it's ever been.

"This. Us." She says, putting an emphasis on the last word.

"Harry, this relationship isn't healthy for either one of us." Uma says, standing up and taking her place beside Harry.

"Our relationship is working just fine." Harry argues, placing his forehead in his palms.

"But it's not, Harry. We fight all the time. Usually over something stupid." Uma starts, but Harry cut her off.

"Every couple argues, Uma."

"Not every week." She raises her voice.

"Our lives were so much easier before we came here. Back on the Isle, I didn't have to go through this with you. Why? Because love was non existent there. I didn't have to deal with my feelings for you, and vise versa. Sometimes I wish that we just stayed home." Uma lets out, letting tears fall once again.