✔ | EYELINER TEARS ⤳ harry hook

EYELINER TEARS!

THIRD PERSON P.O.V!

Spade liked the Isle. Everyone else did not.

This was probably because Spade knew of the dark horrors of the isle. The dark horrors weren't in the isle itself, but rather in the people. Spade had an eye for evil, and did everything he could to avoid it at all costs. Well, except when it came to Harry Hook.

Oh the boy's deep blue eyes could keep Spade at ease for days. The boy was the romantic type, though he doubted Harry was. And while Spade would've longed to run his hands through Harry's dark, soft hair, he knew better than to make such actions as it would cause mayhem through all of the Isle.

Two boys together in such a way? It wasn't just unheard of. It was looked down on.

And so, all Spade Hearts could do was keep his thoughts in his head and keep his head hung low. The boy wasn't exactly opposed to that, though. It was easier to be unheard of. To be invisible.

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"What are you looking at, Heart?"

Mal's voice snapped Spade out of his thoughts, and his nose out of the scrapped up book he was reading. The pages were slipping from the book, falling out in pieces. And as one dark, stained page fell from the book, Mal even dared to pick it up and blow her nose with it, before crumpling it up and tossing it away.

"I said: what are you looking at, Heart?!" Mal's voice grew louder, her green eyes pulsing an even more vibrant green as she looked down at the brunette boy. She even dared to grab him by his shirt and yank him up.

"Nothing! I swear! I was just reading!" Spade wasn't lying. He didn't dare look in Mal's direction, ever, due to the fact he'd probably get a real bad wedgie out of it. That, or get shoved in a locker and not be able to escape until one of the gargoyle janitors found him and begrudgingly released him.

"Really?" Mal smirked as she paused. "You know what we do to nerds around here?!"

Just as Spade was prepared to take a swing to the face, he was released from the tight grip that once had him on his toes. Sure, he was taller than Mal, but only by a short 5 inches. The girl was stronger, and could carry the 15 year old boy like she could carry a stone in her pocket. She could probably throw him like one too.

"Mal, what have I told you about picking on people your own size?" The Scottish accent was like music to Spade's ears. 

Harry, Harry Hook.

Wait, was Harry Hook actually saving him? No way.

Mal released Spade's grip, and all Spade could do was watch with weak knees as Mal and Harry glared at each other with a venom in their eyes that one could see in many others around the Isle. Everyone seemed to hate each other, unless they were useful to one another. Then, it was a temporary liking before it went back to the depths of hatred between the two parties.

Though, between Mal and Harry? One could say it was always a weird sexual tension. At least, that was what everyone else claimed around Dragon Hall.

"Hey! He's bigger than me! And so are you," Mal furrowed her eyebrows. "I don't see the problem. The squirt's reading--" the purple haired girl bent down, picking up the book Spade was reading, and had dropped, off the ground. "A love story?!"

Spade could feel the redness rise to his cheeks already. It was true, Spade had been reading The Fault In Our Stars. It had been good. Well, until Mal ruined it.

Harry looked over to Spade, giving him a look of mere disappointment. However, the look flashed away and he looked back to Mal. "So? Let him do what he wants. Not like it's any of your business anyhow."