Author's note: Hey this is my second ever story (it's short I know), so keep that in mind when reading <3 Hope you enjoy!!
Pairings: Harry Hook x Reader
Summary: Harry threatening people as always.
Warnings: My horrible grammar and punctuation. (My first language isn't English!)
You’re standing in the garden courtyard, casually scrolling through your phone when someone steps into your personal space with the energy of a golden retriever.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Chad says, flashing a grin that probably works on mirror selfies but not on you. “Looking stunning today. Must be hard dating someone who smells like seaweed and violence.”
You raise an eyebrow, not amused. “Excuse me?”
“I’m just saying… you could do better,” Chad says. “Someone who doesn’t carry around a hook like it’s fashion.”
And right on cue like the universe heard you thinking 'dear gods please let Harry show up and body this man’ you hear boots behind you.
“Oh, really?” Harry’s voice drops in, all danger.
Chad blinks. “Oh. Hey, man. Didn’t see you there.”
“Clearly.” Harry says, stepping forward, his hook casually spinning at his side like a very sharp fidget toy. “Too busy embarrassing yourself in front of my girlfriend.”
You can feel the heat radiating off Harry possessive, and just the tiniest bit smug.
“Tell me, mate.” he leans in close to Chad, “Do you always flirt with girls who are already taken, or is this a special kind of stupidity?”
Chad laughs nervously. “It’s just a joke dude, relax-”
“Oh, I’m relaxed.” Harry interrupts, smile sharp. “But my fist? Not so much.”
Chad backs off like someone just told him they were out of hair gel.
"Uh... I just remembered I need to go to football practice" quickly turns and walks away.
You glance at Harry, arms crossed. “You really love threatening people huh?”
“Only the ones who try to steal my treasure.” he smirks.
Then he turns to you, softening just a little.
“And you, darling, are my greatest treasure.”
You roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away. “That was so cheesy.”
“Aye,” he grins, leaning in close, “but it worked, didn’t it?”
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