harry can feel his heart pounding against his chest rapidly as he and harriet run towards their father’s clock shop on the isle, racing against their father’s decision to leave auradon in search of vengeance on peter pan. relief had briefly washed over harry whenever they checked to see that the jolly roger was still there but that didn’t mean his pleas with his father over the telephone had been heard and taken into consideration. he was still planning to leave, to abandon them... there’s still remnants of tears on harry’s cheeks as the clock shop comes into his line of sight. though his shins burn from the strain, he pushes harder and almost knocks the door from its hinges as he enters the shop. ‘ da! da! ‘ his voice is strained from the heavy crying he had been doing earlier. without awaiting an answer, he stomps through the shop towards the back room and finds his father at his desk. ‘ yer still fucking ‘ere.. ‘ he breathes a sigh of relief, then looks at harriet. the eldest, the burden of being the first to jump in and fix messes goes to them because harry’s not entirely sure what to say without falling apart again.
