I don't know if you take this kind of request but could you write where the reader falls in love with Harry because of how he is with Uma (may or may not have Huma included). Don't worry if it's not possible. But I', curious.
Hi luv!!!!!!!!
I don't know if this is what you wanted. But I will try. This is a quick little practice.
I hope this is what you wanted to read. I left the Huma ambiguous for free interpretation.
Harry Hook was special. You knew about that. But it wasn't because he was devilishly handsome or the perfect balance between a bad boy and an incorrigible loyal pirate. Yours hadn't been love at first sight. What had happened to you was worse. Because it had been that terrible ‘oh’ moment. Where everything took on a new meaning and there was no going back.
The first time you saw Harry had been after the barrier was brought down. Many people hadn’t been able to stop looking at him and during the celebrations of the following days, many of them had wanted to dance with Harry. And you understood why. But that was Auradon, attractive people seemed the common denominator there. And the island was full of more beautiful people. So, Harry was just another bad boy from the other side of the bridge.
On the other hand, there was Uma, the leader of the pirates, the captain of the Lost Revenge, and the unofficial queen of the island. She awakened your admiration. While the rest of the AK had been busy with their simple fairy tale problems, Uma had been seeking to liberate the island and when she had been free, she hadn’t forgotten about her people and her hard work had given result. That was dedication. So, you, like many other people, began to orbit around Uma and therefore her crew. She had that effect on people, made you doubt Auradon, who you were, and everything you had learned from your earliest childhood.
So, there you were, doing like others of your classmates, and going in each recess to take a seat near Uma and her pirates, with your eyes on her, participating in debates and analyzes deeper than your classes could offer you.
It was there, while you were admiring Uma's leadership, that you really noticed Harry Hook.
In his undoubted devotion, in the strength of him capable of facing the impossible. There, giving Uma his full support, you realized that Harry actually had a subtle but very contagious smile, the kind that called for adventure and made you feel light. But you also liked his most twisted smile. The smile that promised trouble. A smile that was in sync with his soul. And his eyes were always a sea of emotions. Harry Hook wasn't satisfied with feeling one thing at a time, he seemed to need to savor every sensation. And he was protective but respectful. And very brave because he was the only one who knew how to keep Uma interested in each of her goals. Besides, you didn't know of any other guys who fell to their knees with such pride, as if being Uma's first mate was like winning the lottery. And…
Oh...
Have you fallen in love with Harry Hook? Not because of his looks or his dangerous charisma, but because of his devoted love for Uma? Was that possible?
“(y/n)?”
You raised your gaze, getting out of your own train of thought. In front of you were Uma and Harry. Your eyes searched for the rest of the people who had been there, sitting on the grass like you, and by what you could swear, seconds ago. But you were alone. Your gaze returned to Uma and you instinctively looked at Harry. He smirked and raised his eyebrows slightly playfully. Immediately afterward, the hand that held his hook rested on Uma's shoulder. And your eyes came back to her.
“You were very quiet today,” Uma pointed.
“...not to mention that I lost track of time,” you admitted trying to alleviate the situation.
“Was something more interesting going on in your mind?” Harry asked teasingly.
“Impossible,” your eyes went to Uma as if it were offensive to believe that something was more important than hearing her criticize the social foundations that gave birth to Auradon.
She smiled. Uma shot a glance at Harry and then at you.
“Why don't you order us a table at that ice cream place that I like?” She ordered her first mate.
That was an open invitation. Your eyes went to Harry because that would be the first time you would enter his personal circle. He extended his hand towards you to help you up. Your hand came to him before analyzing too much what was going on. And that was another trait you liked about him. His hands told the story of a life using weapons and managing a ship. You stood up and for a second Harry's thumb stroked your hand before releasing you. You watched as he whispered something in Uma's ear, something good enough to make her smile. Harry started walking in front of you and you started following Uma.
“You listen,” Uma told you as if you were continuing an inconclusive conversation.
“Sorry?”
“You hear what we have to say. (y/n), you want to know our story. Some people only look to us to deny what we have experienced.” Uma looked at you “I respect what you do.”
But she smiled. Uma knew that you didn't just go with them all the time to listen and learn. You went there out of admiration and fascination. Uma knew it. Of course, she did. And as you walked, your eyes went to Harry, who had a clear mission and wasn’t losing his focus. No one would believe you were just going to eat ice cream. No other person could understand why Harry was so serious about reserving a table. But you did, it was that kind of unquestionable devotion that made you admire him more.
At that moment you realized that you weren't jealous of whatever existed between Harry and Uma. Because you didn't want to take her place. You didn't want to be her. You only…
You just wanted to share more moments like that confidential wink Harry gave you. Or your hand on his as if it were something normal.
“And because of that, I can share with you.” Uma gave you her best smile, the one that kept the secret of the depths of the sea. And the effect was immediate because you tripped over your feet when you understood what (who) she was referring to. Uma had to catch you, laughing, as if you were best friends and she was used to destroying your notion of reality itself.
“Sorry… What?”
Uma looked at Harry and then at you, without breaking her smile.
“Let's talk about this with an ice cream.” Uma offered, increasing your vertigo, and causing your face to heat up rapidly. “Oh, if you're like this just because of the news, you won't survive when I let Harry go.”
Uma's arm around your shoulders was what kept you from jumping away and asking for explanations. Because there really wasn't much to ask. Uma approved… you. And she had already given the order. So, who were you to question what was going on? Or what did Uma mean by letting go of Harry?
You were only hoping to survive that ice cream with them.
