Chapter Text
It started with one drop.
Then two, the clear droplets falling onto the smooth light gray cobblestone.
Then the onslaught of rain started to fall upon Auradon.
It was still day time, the dark clouds covering the sun, cascading the skies of Auradon to seem bleak; the normal blue of the skies were now gray.
The not so normal occasion of rain had seemed unusual to Uma. Compared to the Isle, this is as sunny a day as it could possibly get. Yet, Uma decided she should return back to the Isle; to her crew.
She didn’t understand why she accepted the offer— to have her own dorm at Auradon Prep. She could swear it was their smiles as they realized that they could stay, she didn’t understand then, but she did now.
It was their smiles; bright, boyish— eyes filled with wonder, both of them— her boys.
A palace was never fit for a pirate.
It was because they were happy here, Gil was of course. He seemed so fascinated by the fruit— by the rare and bewitching sunlight that never truly showed at the Isle. Jay had a part in helping him decide to stay, their interactions seeming closer than before.
Harry was ready to go wherever she went, it wasn’t anything new but she could vaguely remember when he was a small boy, the way he’d always talk about going to Auradon and sail the Seven Seas. Yet as she looks back, Harry’s smile had never seemed so innocent— it lacked the mischief. The gleam of possible danger that was always Harry Hook.
This was his dream; to be here.
He left that dream to be with her, to be by her side. She exploited his flaws to get the perfect sidekick—
And they both knew that if Uma wanted out Harry would be the one to stay by her side through whatever.
He was her first mate.
She didn’t want him to abandon his dreams. Not when he could live them, now— without her interfering. She cared too much for him and it only took her now, sitting in the rain getting drenched to realize that she cared this deepy for the Scottish pirate. Her face scrunches,
‘Maybe this place is turning me soft.’
“Uma.”
His accent is unmistakable, she turns as her brown hands played idly with her necklace, her eyes fell upon him. He’s drenched, out of breath.
“Harry what’re—“ she’s at a loss of words. Of course she knew why he was there, to find her, to be with her.
He steps closer, he tries to keep his distance— he needs permission to touch her, he wants to, she could see it in his piercing blue eyes.
“Uma I was told ye were leaving back to the Isle,”
She nods, her teal hair wet against her face.
“Yes. I need to get back to the crew.”
“Ah yes we need to get back.” A mischievous smile forming on his lips, he emphasizes we possessively.
“No, Harry— just me.”
The rain fills the air as the droplets hits the now dark cobblestone of the harbor, she notices his face twist in confusion— his smile instantly fading.
“No, ye can’t ye just got back to us!—”
He exhales as he steps closer, his finger pointed to his chest as his nostrils flared.
“To me.”
She looks away, trying to ignore the twinge at her heart as his words sunk. She knew what she was asking him to do was impossible— like telling a fish to breathe oxygen. He holds her by her slick, exposed arm, his eyes looking through her, his breath hot against her cheek.
“Uma ye can’t just leave—“
“And why not?” Her voice snapped, she quickly rips her arm away— his gaze softens a bit before he fixes his jaw to speak again.
“Ye promised.”
“I promised to get you off that island!”
He falls silent. His blue eyes looking at the sky, he licks his lips briefly as he looks down to her. He takes her hands into his strong trembling ones, placing warm desperate kisses onto them— he looks from her hands to her eyes through his matted dark hair; pleading silently to her.
Don’t leave like the other’s.
He finally lifts his lips from her hands, his adam’s apple bobbing with a struggled swallow.
“Ye can’t leave me again Uma, I’ll come I’ll— I’ll—“
Harry’s voice was thick with emotion he’s at a loss for words. Uma, his Uma— not wanting him to be with her? He’s spiraling trying to grasp some form of solution, some form of reasoning for all of this but his mind fails him.
Uma keeps her voice even, trying her best to sound in charge, to sound unaffected— though she wants nothing more than to hold him, she know she’s hurting him— she can see it blatantly in his eyes and it’s killing her.
It’s for his happiness. That’s what she tells herself... they fought for this; tooth and nail to get here.
They’re here now.
The fight is over.
She keeps her voice from wavering, she wills her hands not to touch his face, to comfort him, she wills herself not to care.
“No you’re staying.”
“Uma w—“
“That’s final.”
His response dies in his throat as she removes her hands from his grasp.
She turns on her heels as she walks off, the rain pouring mercilessly onto her. His voice calls out to her but thankfully he doesn’t.
She wouldn’t want him noticing the stray tears that have fallen down her cheeks.
What a mess love was—
It wasn’t until she was completely alone in her dorm she’d fall against the wooden door and burst into tears.