Ocean Eyes

Overprotective - Harry Hook

Here you're an OC - Guinevere, or Gwen. Gil's younger sister. You can see more about her on my Tumblr, heather-hook.  :)

Gil sat atop the ship's mast, looking out on those below. His eyes traveled upon you, his younger sister. He watched as Harry walked over to you, leaning on the ropes alongside the ship.

Gil watched intently as if he wanted to see what Harry was going to do.

"Why hello, Guinevere," Harry said, leaning on the ropes, swinging his hook around. "How are you this fine, fine afternoon?"

You looked at him and pursed your lips.

"First of all, Hook, Guinevere is an old name. My name is Gwen, and secondly, my brother is sitting above us there. You know how Gil is." You stared at him sternly.

He leaned his head back in frustration.

"UGH!" He exclaimed. "I never get to have any fun with you," He said, grabbing your hands.

You noticed Gil climbing down from the mast's top.

"Hey," He said quickly, pushing Harry away from you, stepping in between your grasp.

"What's up, Gil?" you said, crossing your arms. His face remained in an angered frown, his arms in a fist "Listen, it was just Hook being Hook. Relax, he's a flirt. Plus, you being my brother, I don't think he'd wanna cross you."

"Fine, but Gwen, don't do anything in front of me. I respect that you two are together, but... it makes me uncomfortable. I don't want you getting hurt. Getting hurt again, like Jay did when he left you."

There was a short silence, as he looked at you through his eyelashes.

"Well, Gil, Harry wouldn't hurt me for anything. I promise you that. I love ya, Gilly," You said, jokingly punching him as you walked away to follow Harry.

"Harry!" You said, following him into the alleyway. "Sorry about Gil. He's overprotective."

"I-I know that Gwen, but it's hard. We can't even have our first kiss yet because of Gil. He's way too overprotective. I just want to love you, Gwen."

"Well, we're currently out of Gil's eyesight," you said, facing him. "Kiss me."

"What?" He said, his eyes traveling from the light in the alleyway, to your lips, then to your eyes, and he repeated to do so 4 times.

"Oh, kiss me, you ignorant pirate," You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He stumbled backward a little before he melted back into the kiss, his hands placed on your hips.

His right hand found your hair and you slightly opened your mouth to let his tongue slide in, his hands now moving to your jawline.

You heard footsteps. You pushed Harry away, giggling and blushing profusely.

"Hello, Gil," Said Harry, combing his hair with his fingers then placing his pirate cap on. "Gwen and I were just about to go and do something."

Gil's serious expression changed. "Ooh! Can I come along?" He said. Ah, your sweet, sweet, dim-witted brother.

"U-Uh, no, Gil, because it's only a secret for me and Harry."

"Oh." He said with a look of disappointment on his face. You two ran away quickly, hand-in-hand, a giggling mess.

Just as you two had faded away into the long alleyway, Gil had realized what you were doing.

"H-Hey! Gwen! Stop!"

You and Harry kept giggling until you reached the small nook that Harry used to keep all of his stuff.

He turned around to make his back facing you.

He stuck a finger and pointed it towards his back.

"C'mon, Guinevere," He smiled. How could you resist?

You jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He took your hands and gripped them tightly with one hand, and held one thigh with the other.

"Ow, don't hold me too tight." You said, wincing slightly.

"Sorry, I don't want you falling off. You might get your pretty face hurt." He said as you two walked through stores, grabbing whatever you could find and be running off immediately before the store people spotted you. He would grab your legs if he felt you lean back just a bit, and every time you complained, he would repeat his words.

"I don't want you getting hurt, lovely," He laughed.

"And you say Gil is the overprotective one." You say and peck his cheek before you both run off again, laughing and kissing each other for what seemed like the perfect forever.