#evieeeee

(Say yes...)

heyo, guess who’s back with more harry hook fanfiction, that’s right, this bitch. just a little drabble i wrote before going to sleep, more works coming in the next few weeks, gonna distract me from exams.

word count - 283 words, just a wee one

warnings - swearing, a teenager boy being hotter than he should be, my bad writing, yea thats it,

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Harry Hook brushed a rebellious lock of hair off his forehead and grinned devilishly at you. He smelled like leather, faint cigarette smoke and sea salt. 

“Come on, love. One ride.” 

You nervously bit down on the corner of your lower lip and glanced at the, admittedly gorgeous, bike he was leaning against. The motorcycle was sleek and black, curved beautifully and edged with silver metal. A skull and crossbones was etched into the side. A matching helmet rested on the seat, inches from his hand which was also casually laying on the polished leather. An identical second helmet was hooked through his long fingers, hanging at his waist. He noticed your looking and his eyes fastened to yours, the electric blue sending shivers down your spine. 

He had a crazy glint in his eye. It was like gasoline poured over smouldering coals, that look. And it was annoyingly, damningly, crazily attractive. 

“One ride.”

He offered the ebony helmet to her. “What’s the worst that can happen?” He continued.

You tapped your finger on your lip and pretended to think, tilting your head to the side. “Well, apart from the ever imminent threat of death, that tends to get a little more imminent when on that thing-” He looked mildly offended at the mention of his baby being referred to in those terms, “-apart from that, not much, no.” You sassed.

That wild grin of his spread.

Fuck it. You wanted to see what happened that crazy glint was lit. 

“Hell with it. My mother’s going to kill me anyway, might as well go out in a blaze of glory.”

You took the helmet from his outstretched hand, his piercing blue eyes tracking the movement. “One ride.”

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