Me, Him, and a Hook (Harry + Reader)

The Taking

Your POV

"Harry!" I exclaim, energy suddenly returning to my body. I wrap my arms around his torso, breathing in his signature scent of leather mixed with ocean water.

"Hello te ye too, lass," he chuckles, also wrapping his arms around my waist. "I didn't expect ye te be this happy te see me."

"I missed you."

"Ye just saw me this mornin'! But, I'll take the compliment." He pulls away from the embrace, much to my dismay. But, he must have seen the look on my face, and quickly places a peck on my cheek. "I came by teday te ask if ye wanted te go somewhere with me."

"Like... A date?"

"Yeh." He scratched his neck, as if to say "please say yes, or else I may just burst into man tears."

He doesn't have to ask me twice. "Yes!" I squealed, jumping up and down. "Oh, I mean... That would be great."

Harry grins, obviously relieved with my answer. "Sounds great! We should start heading out then, before eht gets too late."

"Wait, it's right now?" My eyes widen, then glance down at the sweatpants I'm wearing. "Hang on, let me change quick."

I close the door, and rush to my closet and grab my favorite outfit that was given to me when I arrived, a (f/c) sundress that fell just to my knees. Then, I reach under my bed and pull out silver strappy sandals.

(Think of the outfit like this, but the sundress in your favorite color.)

Finally, I was ready for my first-ever date. Swinging open the door, I grin. "I'm ready."

I close the door, and Harry takes in my appearance. He whistles, and then takes my hand. "Close your eyes," he says.

"What? Why?" I say, as I feel a blush creeping onto my cheeks.

"Because. What I'm about te show ye is a surprise."

"Ugh, fine," I surrender, and let him pull me along. Eventually I sense that we reach the outside world, which only deepens my curiosity. What could he be planning?

"Open your eyes," Harry commands, gently.

I pop my eyes open, and immediately they are drawn to the strings of gold lights draped over every low-hanging tree branch. Scattered all over the ground are rose petals, with a trail leading to the center of the space, where a fire is blazing.

"Awe, Harry, this is so nice. Nobody has ever done anything so sweet for me before," I admit, happy tears pricking the corner of my eyes.

He brushes my compliment off. "Eh, eht was nothin'. How about ye take a seat, and I'll be right back with the marshmallows."

"How did you know marshmallows are my favorite?"

He winks."I have me ways."

And with that, he walks away, leaving me to think about this wonderful evening. If I wasn't in love with him before, I... Think I am now.

I adjust myself so I'm closer to the blazing fire, to warm up my cold hands.

Suddenly, I hear a slight rustling in the trees surrounding the fire pit. Harry must be back, and I'm glad he is too. This girl needs her marshmallows.

A few seconds pass, and there is still no sign of Harry. "Harry? Have you come back?"

No reply. I shake my head in bewilderment. My brain is probably fuzzy, with all the romantic things happening to me at once.

I turn back to the fire, once again warming my frigid hands, when suddenly I hear a voice from behind me.

"You naive little girl," he chuckles, before my mouth is covered with a sweet-smelling cloth.

"Sweet dreams, little one."

??? POV

I've finally nabbed her; my precious treasure that'll get my younger brother off the Isle.

Now all that's left to do is remove that Hook boy from the scene.

Harry's POV

I walk back to the campfire, carrying a bag of marshmallows and roasting sticks. I honestly just guessed that marshmallows are (Y/N)'s favorite; it just happened to be a lucky one.

But, as soon as I arrive, I notice that (Y/N) is gone. "(Y/N)? Where are you?"

No answer. So, I try again. "(Y/N)? Come out please; this isn't funny," I nervously laugh.

Still, no reply. I begin to feel worried. Wherever could she be?

Suddenly, I remember the warning I received in the locker room a few days ago.

I drop the marshmallows, and bolt out of there as fast as humanly possible.

I frantically slash through the dense forest with my hook, and make it out in a few minutes. Then, I race to the castle, and up the stairs to King Ben's office.

I push open the doors, not caring if I was supposed to or not.

"King Ben," I pant, out of breath.

"Please, call me Ben. Now, what has you inviting yourself into my office at this hour?" He states, without looking up from some paper he is signing.

"It's (Y/N)," I pause, taking a deep breath. "She's missing."