Drunken Words are Sober Thoughts (Part 1: True American)
So I ended up writing this yesterday Idk if I’m gonna keep it a 1 shot or a 3 part. You guys let me know.
TW: Sex talk, lots of booze, & lots of fluffy huma.
It was 2am when Harry got a call from Ben to come get Uma. He knew Uma had grudging gone to Mals bachelorette party with Mal (obviously) Evie, & a bunch of other Auradon girls. Her relationship with Mal with had been rehashed but still shaky and her relationship with other girls (especially girly girls Auradon had) was shaky at best. But he had encouraged her to go thinking a night of wine, dick jokes, & possibly an embarrassing lap dance for the bride to be would do her good.
11 came he received no SOS text. 12 still nothing. 1am he figured she must of been enjoying herself. And then 2am he got a text to please come take her home before she broke something. No reply whether he meant the furniture or herself.
Now he was having doubts about the quiet night of wine and dick jokes. As he walked closer to the large living room the girls had taken over, the louder the yells seemed to get.
Opening the door he looked around seeing all the obviously very drunk girls (& Chad who somehow got invited) standing on furniture with beers in their hands as some very exasperated boys seemed to be trying to calm them.
“The floor is lava!” they all seemed to yell on cue as he walked in.
“Uh Huh…..so what seems to be going on here?” Harry asked confused.
“I am the true American!” Uma yelled standing on the table in the middle of the room a bottle of rum in her hand an impressive pile of empty cans scattered around.
“1,2,3 JFK!” Mal yelled back.
“FDR!” the rest of the girls shouted taking drinks.
Harry had to laugh at the sight of the drunk rowdy girls & overturned furniture. They gave some of the pirates he knew a run for their money.
“Ok girls I know that's fun to do and all but I think it's time to end the game.” Ben said trying to coax Mal off the back of the couch.
“Yeah it's late you guys. Your gonna be waking people up.” Carlos said pulling Jane off an end table.
“No we're having fun.” Audrey whined with a pout.
“Yeah it's not that late!” Lonnie said from up on top of the bookshelf.
“Its 2 in the morning it's late. Now get down your not a cat!” Jay said trying to grab her foot.
“You guys I don't feel so good…..” Evie complained from the love seat as Doug quickly grabbed her and headed to the bathroom.
“Ok looks like it's time to end the party ladies.” Ben said finally getting Mal down. “We will clean up tomorrow.”
“Fine.” she pouted as he lead her out.
All the other girls grumbled but followed behind them.
“You gonna be ok with her? She's smacked anyone whose came close.” Jay said looking back over his shoulder at Uma who was drinking again from her bottle of rum.
“Yeah I got her. I've seen worse.” he said patting Jay on the back as he walked over to the table. “So girls night wasn't so bad was it?”
“I am the true American!” Uma said a little too loudly causing Harry to laugh.
He knew they had both been drinking regularly since 5th grade. Girl could drink like a fish but she knew her limits. But it seemed today not only had she reached her limit she fucking obliterated it.
“Ok ya lush put the rum down it's time to head home.” he said trying to reach the bottle as she pulled it away.
“No! Only I can drink from the king's cup!” she said holding up the bottle like a trophy as he sighed no idea what she was talking about. Grabbing the bottle he put it behind the now beer smelling couch to “hide it”.
“Ok how about we put it right here ok and come back in the morning before anyone can nick it?” He suggested she thought about it for a moment & nodded.
“Ok but you promise no one will get it? It’s mine.” she asked.
“I promise and I ain't ever broke a promise to ya.” he said helping her off the table.
“I missed you Harry.” she said hugging him he just smiled and hugged back. Sure it had only been hours but he always missed her when she wasn't around.
“Missed ya too darling. Now come on time to get to ya room.” he said leading her down to the room she was staying in.
“Ok now time to get ready for bed. Where's your pajamas?” he asked digging through her bag she had thrown in the corner.
“Hey who says I wear pajamas?” Uma said with a smirk Harry rolled his eyes.
“Uma I've known ya since you were 5 I know ya don't sleep naked. And I know ya brought the one with the sea ponies on them because I had to look everywhere for the bloody thing when ya packed. Took 45 minutes to find them with all the clothes ya have.” he said matter of factly handing the long night shirt with the horse pattern to her.
“Your no fun.” she pouted as she started to take off her clothes.
Like the true gentleman Harry was he turned and walked in the bathroom getting a large cup of water and pulling a small vial of ruby liquid from his pocket. Walking back out he found her just finishing getting dressed.
“Drink this. Hook's anti hangover cure. Don't want ya hung over for that bride takes a shower or whatever it's called.” he said handing her the bottle.
“Bridal shower. Thank you Harry.” she said taking drink making a face. She had taken this many times but the taste never got better but everyone on the Isle knew it worked. “God that's gross.”
“I know but ya will thank me in the morning.” he said handing her the water which she gratefully chugged. “You will be fine tomorrow. Now it's time for bed ya little drunky.”
“Noooooo! I don't wanna go to bed.” Uma pouted crossing here arms.
'Must of learned that one from pink princess.’ he thought to himself with a smirk. “Uma everyone else is asleep. There is nothing to do but go to bed. Party's over.”
“I can think of one thing.” she smirked walking closer to him as she leaned up running a hand through his hair causing him to shiver.
“ Uma I'm serious it's time for bed.” he said pushing her back as she glared at him.
“What's wrong with you?” she snapped angrily at him.
“Your drunk and I ain't gonna take advantage of ya love.” he said keeping his distance making her glare at him.
“Why don't you ever try to have sex with me? You sleep around with everyone else guys, girls, the prostitutes that hang out at the docks. But not me. Why not?” she asked crossing her arms.
He ran a hand through his dark hair trying to figure out how to explain this to her or of she would even remember at this point.
“First off I never slept with a hooker. I got one for your cousin's birthday which he still owes me for.” he corrected her. “And I don't think now is the time to be having these kind of conversations. So please lay down Uma.” he said moving her to bed which she plopped down on.
“These beds are too soft. No wonder these Auradon brats are such wusses.” Uma said suddenly changing the topic any trace of an impending argument forgotten.
“Your probably right love.” he said moving to the door.
“I hate them. I can't sleep.” she mumbled burying herself in the blankets. “Lay with me.”
“”What?” he asked turning not hearing her.
“I said lay with me!” she ordered using her captain voice he sighed exhaustedly know refusing her was just going to cause her to start screaming at him & probably wake up half the castle.
“Fine but that's it. Nothing else. Promise?” he asked looking at her as she smiled up at him from the blankets.
He couldn't help but smile she looked so much like a little kid under the huge blanket in pony pajamas & that big smile.
“I promise!” she said wiggling over to make room for him.
He slipped under the covers as she wasted no time snuggling up next to him. He wrapped his arms around her rubbing her back lightly.
‘“So ya glad ya went?” he asked she nodded looking up at him.
“I am the true American!” she said happily as he smiled back to her.
“So I heard.” he said still not knowing what she was talking about but just happy she was so happy.
“It means I won the game. Finally beat Mal at something. Sure it was drinking but I still won.” she explained as if reading his thoughts
Well that explained why she was so happy & so damn possessive of that bottle. It was her trophy to show she could finally do something better than Mal. Even if they were friends he knew years of coming in last in everything to Mal still bothered her.
“Congratulations darling. Best thing you could do better.” he said looking down as she nuzzled her head up against his chest.
There was silence for a while Harry was starting to wonder if Uma had finally passed out. But instead she looked up at him.
“Are you mad at me? I didn't mean to get drunk.” she asked he just raised an eyebrow at her.
“Of course not darling. I told ya to go. You went out & had fun. No ones mad about anything. Don't worry.” he said nuzzling the top of her head. “Besides I could never be mad at ya ever. Ya know that right? I may not always agree with ya but if follow ya to the ends of the earth no matter what.”
A silence again filled the room but this time he could tell from the deep breathing she was fast asleep on his chest. He knew there was no way to get out now without waking her. Not to mention he didn't want to leave anyways.
“Good night darling.” he said giving her a kiss on the top of her head.
Uma woke up the next day the afternoon sun pouring in through the windows. Why did Auradon have to always be so damn bright? And how the fuck did she find her way back last night?
She sat up with a sigh trying to remember the night but it half of it coming out as a blacked out blur. What the hell did they do?
She reached over to grab her phone as her hand hit something hard and cold. Looking over she saw half gone bottle of rum on her nightstand with a note attached in Harry's very messy handwriting.
You said “I want to test a theory”, and so I leaned up against your car and your hands found their way to my backside and then my lips said let me test a theory, and they some how found their way to your neck. In some way, we did it, tested the theory but in the end got some sort of closure.
I used to
Dream
Of falling in love
With a man
From a far off place
Who’s tongue
Knew different
Words and sounds
Than mine
A man
With pale eyes and hair
Who could somehow
Make me appear
More beautiful
As if
My dark hair and eyes
Weren’t already
Beautiful enough.
I used to
Dream
Of children
With yellow hair
That curled loosely like ribbon
And eyes
That sparkled like the sea
Who could somehow
Appear more beautiful
Than the
Olive and branch and earth
That my own
Skin and hair and eyes
Resembled.
But now
My heart sings songs
Of dark eyes and hair
Of skin like clay
That makes the
Most beautiful pottery
And a heart
That resembles my own.
It sings songs
Of children
With wooly forests upon their heads
With earthy eyes
That tell stories of
Seashells in island sand
And grapes picked off the vine
With skin
As warm as the noon time sun
And as soft as coconut cream
And as smooth as olive oil.
And these things
That my very soul
Wishes so deeply for
Will not cover my beauty
Because they are more beautiful
But they will simply
Add to it
And enhance it
With their own lovely radiance
And make
More beauty
From the bounty
Of beauty
That I already know.
What a dream to dream!
What a wish
To glue on the back
Of every shooting star.
I am tired of being angry,
tired of being man, tired of using cutting words and this mask of superiority as a tool to keep people away. Let me open my arms to the love of the world take everyone in, take those who have hurt and been hurt in and love them. Love them with all of my being and then some and hopefully… hopefully we can understand each other, regardless of age or gender, of religion or language. Let the lights of our souls dance together, let us transcend this world of violence and hatred, of selfishness and forgotten dreams, and find the world we want to create, not jus the hand everyone accepts that we were dealt.
