Queen (Harry Hook x Reader~Descendants~)

Chapter 14

After a couple of hours of talking and making out, you were sat on Harry's lap on your bed. While he was fortunately still topless, he had just put his trousers and shoes back on. After all, it was getting cold in your room and he didn't want that to reflect on him.

"Wonder how they held up against the crocs." Carlos and Jane came to your mind. 

"The crocs will have gone easy on them." Harry shrugged. "They can tell when it's an unfair fight."

"Like when they fight you?" You teased.

"They always go the hardest on me." He bragged.

"Is that supposed to make me swoon?" You stood up and walked to the window, leaning against it. You didn't want to stay too close to him for too long. You didn't want to put out too much and give him the wrong idea, but at the same time you felt a magnetic connection towards him.

"Everything I say seems to make you swoon." He smirked at you, lying down on his stomach and leaning his chin in his hand.

"Trust me, I've never swooned for you," you claimed, "and I never will." You crossed to the other side of the room and checked your appearance in the mirror.

"Is that right?" He raised an eyebrow and laid on his back, placing an arm behind his head. 

"I never lie."

"Then why did you invite me over?" He questioned smugly. It annoyed you because you and him both knew that you were attracted to him, but you didn't want to give him that satisfaction. His ego was already big enough with so many girls throwing themselves at him to the point where they just seemed like collectables to him. Besides, you didn't want your time with him to be over too quickly. You didn't answer his question with anything more than a huff. "You see, I think..." he stood up and walked behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder and looking into your eyes through the mirror. "You're just madly in love with me."

"I may be mad," you began and turned to look at him, "but rest assured I'm nowhere near in love with you."

"Come on princess, we both know you like me." 

You took his hands and looked up at him. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't." You leaned in closer to him. "But you're gonna have to try a little harder than that, Hook."

"Do I really?" He whispered, his lips inches from yours. You smiled as you both leaned in and began to kiss, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. All was bliss until...

"Y/N are you home!" Your mother yelled from downstairs, having just entered the house.

"Oh shit." You pulled away from Harry and shoved him off yourself. "Yes mother!" You turned and whispered to Harry. "Are you a good climber?"

"Yeah?" He furrowed his eyebrows, confused at what your plan may be. You grabbed his shirt and jacket and shoved it in his arms. 

"Out that window. Get down the fire escape." You demanded. "My mother will freak out if she finds you."

"Really?" Harry shoved on his jacket without his shirt.

"She's a psycho," you explained, noticing that Harry had left his boxers on the other side of your room as he opened the window, "don't you need these?" You pointed towards them. You heard your mother stomping up the stairs. Harry was halfway out the window, leaning against the windowsill for support. 

"Keep them." He winked before climbing down just in time. Your mother swung your bedroom door open.

"Who were you talking to?" She asked as you ran over and stood in front of her, keeping her attention away from the boxers on your bedroom floor.