Hooked on a Feelin' (Harry Hook x reader)

Motorcycles

Chapter 6

Y/N's P.O.V.

Harry and I eventually stopped staring at one another long enough to go somewhere other than the middle of the hallway. He had led me down the hallway to the staircase that led to the upper deck. We went upstairs and he led me off the boat and down the docks a way.

After walking for a few minutes, I saw what seemed to be a pile of blankets and sheets in a little alcove. Harry walked to the pile and removed the bedding and I could see there was a motorcycle underneath. I tensed up at the sight, having never ridden one before. Harry noticed my reaction and came over to hug me.

"Don't worry princess, just hang on tight ta me and I'll keep ye safe." Harry said as he stroked my hair.

I nodded against his chest and he led us towards the bike. He helped me get on and get settled before getting on in front of me. He handed me a helmet and made sure it was on securely before putting on one of his own. I wrapped my arms around his torso and held on tight as Harry revved the motorcycle to life and started moving.

After a few minutes I had relaxed some and was watching the scenery go by as we explored different parts of the Isle that I rarely got to see. After about ten more minutes we stopped and I saw that we were in a clearing that looked out over the ocean and towards Auradon.

Harry helped me off the bike and led me to the grass and pulled out a blanket from the bag on his motorcycle. He spread out the blanket and took a seat on it before gesturing for me to do the same. I took a seat next to him and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes until a voice shook me from my thoughts.

"Ye're breathtakingly gorgeous princess, a right bonnie lass you are." Harry says to me.

I couldn't help but smile at his Scottish phrasing.

"Thank you, Harry." I replied sincerely.

"Can I confess something?" I asked him timidly.

"Of course ye can princess. What is it?" Harry asked, turning me to face him.

"You were my first kiss..." I said shyly, feeling my face get redder at my confession.

Harry only smiled at this.

"You were my first real kiss too." He said.

I couldn't help but be confused at his phrasing of his answer.

"What do you mean, real kiss?" I asked.

Harry laughed before explaining:

"Well I've had two kisses before. One was a random girl who threw herself on me and started to kiss me out of nowhere. It was disgusting. I felt like she was trying to suck my face off."

I giggled at this, trying to imagine the scene he was describing.

"Who was the other?"

Harry groaned.

"Gil."

I snorted at this, before dissolving into a particularly ugly laugh.

"You have such a beautiful laugh princess."

"Liar." I retorted.

"I wouldn't lie to you love. It may not be the most ladylike laugh I've ever heard, but I don't care. You're genuinely laughing and I find that beautiful."

I couldn't help but blush at his words.

"Hey princess?" Harry started.

"Why do you call me that?" I interrupted.