#harryohook

@harryohook

“A treasure and a curse.”

Ash snorted and sighed at that.

@harryohook

Harry’s head pounded in his skull as his eyes slowly opened, painfully adjusting to the light of the room. His face contorted at the uncomfortable dry feeling in his mouth, limbs aching as he tried to sit up, movement causing his head to swell with dizziness.

He managed to slowly sit up, taking in his surroundings, eyes wide with confusion. This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t his bed. He tried to trace back to the last thing he remembered but it was all a blur.

Only when he felt the sheets rustle and a naked body shift beside him, did he realise what was happening.

“Oh shit.”

Mal moaned piteously as she began to wake up. Work sucked but the boss threw one awesome Christmas Party and Mal certainly wouldn’t say no to free alcohol, even if it did mean one hell of a hangover the next day. Her stomach was swirling, the acid chirning with all she’d had to drink the night before.

One hand holding her head she sat up before suddenly lurching out of bed, bare feet carrying her to the bathroom moments before her stomach rebelled. Rinsing her mouth out she made it to the foot of her bed before she realized she was completely naked and that she was staring at her long-time crush Harry Hook. The same Harry Hook who was best friends with Mal’s long-time nemisis Uma.

Harry’s given an envelope by one of the crew that simply has his name scrawled on the front. Inside is a very short note, that has two distinctly different handwritings. The two lines on the note read:

Harry, thanks for the cut on my face

It makes him look more dashing <3

-Signed Ben & Evie P.S. you made it way too easy to save him ;)

“I don’t expect you to change. I don’t want you to.” Evie told Harry as they stood in the hall way of Auradon Prep. “I wouldn’t have put your name on the list to come over here if I didn’t think you’d come though. I’m glad to see you here Harry, really.”

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‘It’s alright, I can take it from here’

Harry let out a sigh, halfway between both amused and concerned. In an attempt to cause him to lighten up after a heavy day with his father, Mal had offered to take Harry out drinking. Somehow, she was the one who’d ended up completely smashed, and although it was never her intention, watching her stumble around and say the weirdest of things had been enough to make him smile and forget for a little while, which he was grateful for.

So here he was, carrying her back to her shared hideout, easily cradling her smaller frame in his arms. He was relieved to see that none of her little gang were occupying the hideout at the time, realising how this could be taken out of context. He carried her over to her small corner, laying her down gently on the bed and brushing the hair out of her face.

“Oh Malsy.” He teased, grinning at her. After all, he couldn’t deny that he was usually the one who had to be babied in these situations from excessive alcohol. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, hand still running through her violet locks.

Mal smiled up at her charming pirate, his gentle kiss to her forehead. A gloved hand curled around his wrist, tugging him lightly to sit beside her. “Stay. Stay here with me.”

Boots were toed off to drop onto the floor, gloves and jacket quickly joining them. Finally the pixie wriggled out of her jeans, the belts were great for roaming the streets but not that comfortable for sleeping. Slipping under the covers she patted the space beside her, more than enough for him to lie beside her.