Chapter 4- Emotionless

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Two months after the Coronation, we were finally back on track. We were training, patching the ship, and coming up with ideas on how to break the barrier. So far, the only ideas all involved the magic wand. But there had to be another way. A magic stronger than Fairy Godmother's so it can break her magic.

Two months after the Coronation, I was able to live a daily life without being angry most of the time. Harry helped, but I eventually told myself to suck it up. The four weren't coming back like Jay promised. They weren't going to think anything of me anytime soon. And that was okay. Because they will when I break through and destroy Auradon.

Harry was there to calm me down through most of my anger outbursts. I snapped at customers and merchants who were selling on the streets. Even kids who were trying to pickpocket. A lot of the time, Harry had to wrap his arms around me and let me struggle.

I hated him.

I hated the way he could calm me down from just being near me. I hated the way he could call me "princess" or "darling" with ease. Hated every way he stared at me, because it was never anything bad. His eyes were always full with adoration and care. I hated him for everything that he did because it only got him closer to me.

Villains couldn't love. Every time I tried to say "I love you" to Dad because I saw it on TV, he would repeat to me that villains can't love. Villains don't have any emotion except malice. Love was for the weak. Love only got in the way of goals of world domination.

Each time Harry was there for me, I started to doubt his words.

"Something on your mind?"

I almost jumped. Uma had already walked away to pick up food from the counter, but she snapped me out of my thought process. It was early in the morning, and Uma had to work once again. Only two people from the pirate crew were there, but no sign of Uma's first mate or the son of Gaston.

I walked out, knowing the customers were starting to clear out for the morning. It gave us two hours between dead and a rush. I sat on the beach, watching the sun rise. Eventually, it would hide behind the clouds looming and trapped over the Isle. But when it wasn't, it was beautiful. Something I never wanted to be ruined, surprisingly.

"One of the things this pirate enjoys more than the stars." Harry sat down next to me. "Actually, scratch that. This is equally as enjoyable as the stars."

"You said one of the things," I pointed out. "What else?"

"You're the most enjoyable thing, love," Harry admitted. "To talk to, to watch. Even see. I feel like I've struck gold around you."

"Alright, alright. Stop trying to be mushy." I shoved him lightly, making him smile. "You're just saying that."

"Unlike all the girls that I've tried to be with, you're the one I want to fall to my knees to be with," Harry explained. "You set my heart on fire, my love."

"Ha ha," I said sarcastically. "Nice pun there, Hook."

"I'm being serious, (Y/n)," Harry protested. "Can I not tell you my feelings without you thinking it is a joke?"

I shook my head. "We're not supposed to have feelings, Harry. We don't have feelings."

Harry stood up abruptly, then offered his hand to me. I took it with my eyebrow raised. As soon as I was standing and balanced, he pulled me to his chest. My face heated up faster than lightning. His lips were so close to mine. A small jolt from Harry could make his lips land on mine. Please lean--STOP.

"Believe me now?" Harry asked, trying to keep his breathing steady.

"Stop joking around." I tried to push him away, even if I didn't want to. He would hurt me emotionally just for me to be another fling. "Are you really that bored of the girls here that you're coming to me for entertainment?"

Harry planted his lips on mine, a hint of aggressiveness in the action. I froze. Was I really doing this? I was screaming internally. One screamed to push him away, that he would hurt me. The other wanted me to pull him closer. Assure him that his feelings were mutual.

As soon as he pulled away, I unwrapped myself from his arms and walked away.

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