Harry Hook X Reader One-shots

Revenge

The morning sun peaked its way through the silky curtains of your room, hitting your eyes. You groaned, stretching your arms above your head. Letting out a long yawn, you stared at the window. It was rather beautiful out at you couldn't wait to get started. You pulled the covers off you in one smooth motion but you were stopped short when you sat up in bed. You rolled your eyes playfully.

A pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist, his face buried in your lower back. "And where do you think you're going sweetheart," Harry asked in his very sexy, sleepy voice.

Chuckling, you replied, "It's morning silly, which means it's time to welcome the new day."

Harry groaned and growled, his arms tugging you backwards. You lay down beside him. He lifted his face so he could look at you. He was beyond cute when he first woke up in the morning. His brown hair was to tousled, strands of hair sticking up in different directions. His black eyeliner was smeared under his eyes because he totally forgot to take it off before bed. To make it better, he was without a shirt and in his boxers. This is what you cherished most, seeing him like this, himself. He cupped your right cheek, thumb grazing over your soft skin. He softly kissed you good morning.

You hummed, licking your lips, tasting him. He leaned down taking a hold of your bottom lip and pulled slightly. You knew exactly what he was trying to do and right now it wasn't going to work. Both of you had things to do today and you couldn't be any later than what you already were. Quickly pecking his lips, you slipped out from under him, leaving the bed. Harry sighed, flopping back down with his left arm over his eyes.

Leaving him there alone, you went to the bathroom to get ready. You knew he needed some time to wake up fully, he wasn't the kind of person to immediately get going like you. After you showered and got dressed, Harry was in the living area buckling his sword to his hips. You spotted a certain item around his neck and you felt very loved in that moment. You smiled at him and he returned said smile. Without another word, the both of you exited the apartment, heading to Uma's ship.

It surprised you that someone like Harry Hook could love you. You're originally from Aurdon, daughter of Pocahontas, and just like your Mother, you saw the world differently. It wasn't easy being sent to the Isle. Of course it was only supposed to be a simple assignment; steal Captain Hook's hook and bring it back. Yeah, that didn't go over well. Harry caught you trying to take the hook and let's just say he wasn't happy. 

He bargained with you obviously, and you had no choice but to listen to what the crazy pirate had to offer. His offer consisted of; you giving him his Father's hook back, in return you give him an arrowhead.

Remembering that night, you pretty much scoffed at him. 'Why would he want an arrowhead', you thought. But you agreed. In just a couple hours, you went back to Auradon, grabbed the trinket, and slipped out heading back to the Isle without anyone noticing.

Harry met you in the spot you agreed on and handed him the arrowhead. His face lit up like a child receiving a puppy. You were a bit taken aback to see his reaction. That's when you asked him why he wanted it. He simply replied that the only reason was because his Father had never allowed him to have such things. It was special to him in a way you didn't understand.

Unfortunately, you were summoned back to Auradon. To be true, it hurt you to leave. The awful things everyone told you about Harry Hook didn't make any sense. He seemed decent. You missed him and you had only met him a couple times. When Mal's friends ventured back to the Isle to convince her to come back, you had jumped at the opportunity to come along. If that was going to be the only way to see Harry again...you had to do it.

When he saw you again, he swooped you up in a hug. It shocked you. You hadn't thought that he would remember you so quickly. Jay, Carlos, and Evie stood behind you speechless. When he had set you back on your feet, that's when you saw it. Around Harry's neck was the arrowhead you had given him. He must have drilled a hole at the bottom, then taking a simple string of fabric, and tying it. It meant a lot to you that he would do such a thing.