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She's Kinda Hot by 5SOS
The faint light of dawn crept into the cabin as Estella felt a familiar warmth pressed against her side. Harry's arm rested lazily around her waist, his slow, steady breathing a reminder of just how close they were.
"Pixie," Harry's low, teasing voice broke the silence, "wake up."
She groaned, burying her face into the pillow. "No. Too early."
Harry chuckled, leaning closer to whisper in her ear, "You don't want to miss what I've got planned, love."
That got her attention. "What do you mean, 'planned'? You don't plan. You're Harry Hook. You act, you don't plan."
He pulled back and grinned, tossing her the leather outfit she'd worn the day she arrived. "Today's different. Put this on."
Estella frowned, holding the outfit up. "Why? What's going on?"
Harry smirked but said nothing.
"I hate you," she muttered, grabbing the clothes and standing up to change.
"Careful, pixie," he teased, leaning back against the wall. "I might start thinkin' you mean it."
After she finished changing, Harry held up his kohl pencil with an expectant look. "Help me out?"
"Seriously?" she asked, one brow raised. "You can wield a sword like it's an extension of your arm, but eyeliner is where you draw the line?"
"Careful with the sarcasm, love," he said with a smirk. "Or I might not let you leave this ship."
She froze. "Leave?"
"Oops," he said, feigning innocence. "Did I say that out loud?"
"Harryâ"
"No questions, pixie. Just help me."
Estella sighed and stepped closer, taking the pencil from his hand. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with a softness in his eyes that made her heart do flips. She carefully lined his eyes, her hands surprisingly steady despite the proximity.
When she finished, she leaned back. "There. Perfect pirate prince once again."
Harry grinned, reaching out to grab her hips. He pulled her closer, his smirk deepening. "Thanks, pixie. You're good at this."
"You're welcome," she muttered, trying to ignore the heat rising to her cheeks.
The streets of the Isle were nothing like Estella remembered. The chaos and noise were overwhelming, but Harry's firm grip on her hand grounded her.
"Relax, pixie," he said, glancing at her. "You're with me. No one'll touch you."
"I'm not worried about that," she muttered.
"Then what?"
She didn't answer, letting him guide her through the crowded market stalls. Harry bartered with vendors, snagged shiny trinkets when they weren't looking, and even stole a bite of bread from a distracted merchant.
"Stop grinning like that," she said, crossing her arms as he handed her the bread.
"Like what?"
"Like you're the king of this place."
He leaned closer, his smirk widening. "Maybe I am, love."
Before she could retort, Harry pulled her into a narrow alley. "Come on, pixie," he said, gesturing to a ladder leading to a rooftop.
"You're kidding."
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
With a roll of her eyes, Estella followed him up the ladder. From the rooftops, the Isle stretched out before them, a mess of crumbling buildings and narrow streets.
"Keep up," Harry called, sprinting ahead.
"Harry, wait!" she shouted, but he was already jumping from one rooftop to the next.
Adrenaline coursed through her as she chased after him, her laughter ringing out as she landed beside him.
They finally stopped on a rooftop overlooking the harbor. Estella leaned against the edge, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Still alive, pixie?" Harry teased, his own chest heaving.
"Barely," she shot back, but her smile betrayed her.
Harry stared at her for a moment, the way her cheeks flushed from exertion, the way her messy braids framed her face. When she threw her head back and laughed, it was like something inside him snapped.
"Pixie," he murmured, stepping closer.
Before she could respond, his hands cupped her face, and his lips crashed into hers.
Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her hands found his chest, her fingers curling into his shirt as she kissed him back.
The kiss was passionate, unrestrained, and left them both breathless.
When they finally pulled apart, Harry's forehead rested against hers. "I should take you off the ship more often," he said with a grin.
Estella laughed, her cheeks flushed. "You're insane."
"Maybe," he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "But you make it worth it, pixie."
Her heart swelled at his words, but she quickly masked it with a playful shove. "Come on, Hook. Let's go before someone finds us."
"As you wish," he said, taking her hand once more.
For the first time in weeks, Estella felt free. And for the first time, the Isle didn't feel so suffocating.
Harry couldn't help but steal glances at her as they wandered through the Isle, his chest tightening with every laugh she let slip. It was soft and genuine, a sound he'd never expected to hear in a place like this.
He couldn't take his eyes off herânot the way her braids bounced as she walked or how her lips curled into a mischievous smile when she caught him staring. She was a constant contradiction: sharp as a dagger but warm enough to melt the ice in his veins.
Estella.
The name felt different now. Like it wasn't just a name anymore, but something he wanted to keep for himself. Forever.
"You're staring," Estella quipped, breaking him out of his daze.
"Can't help it," he replied without hesitation, his smirk playful but his tone soft. "You're a sight, pixie."
She rolled her eyes, but a blush crept up her neck. "You're ridiculous."
"Ridiculously handsome, aye?" he teased, nudging her shoulder.
"Oh, definitely," she said with a mock seriousness that made him laugh.
They spent hours weaving through the streets, stopping at stalls and stealing bites of fruit as the day wore on. Harry made sure to steer her away from the more dangerous parts of the Isle, his hand never leaving hers.
For the first time, Harry didn't feel like the Isle's chaos had a hold on him. The world around them blurred, and the only thing he could focus on was herâher smile, her laughter, her presence.
At one point, they found themselves sitting on the edge of a crumbling dock, their feet dangling over the water.
"Y'know," Harry began, his voice unusually quiet, "I don't remember the last time I had this much fun."
Estella glanced at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. "What? Terrorizing the Isle with Uma isn't enough for you?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Not like this."
"Like what?"
He turned to her, his blue eyes piercing. "Like you."
Her breath caught, but she quickly masked it with a sarcastic laugh. "You're getting sappy, Hook. Better stop before you ruin your bad boy image."
"Too late for that, pixie," he said with a grin, nudging her shoulder.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the Isle in hues of orange and pink, Harry felt an unfamiliar warmth settle in his chest.
Estella's laughter still echoed in his mind, engraved like a melody he didn't want to forget. Every time she smiled, it felt like she was pulling him further under her spell.
And he didn't mind one bit.
"Come on," he said, standing and offering her a hand. "We should head back before Gil thinks I've sold you off or somethin'."
Estella smirked, slipping her hand into his. "Oh no, I'd hate to worry your crew."
He led her through the darkening streets, his grip firm and steady. Every now and then, he'd glance over at her, his heart clenching at the sight of her content expression.
When they finally reached the ship, Harry had the biggest grin on his face. He felt lighter, like something in him had shifted.
Estella climbed aboard first, turning to face him with a raised brow. "Why are you smiling like that?"
"Can't a man smile?" he asked, following her up the ladder.
"Not you," she teased. "It's creepy."
He laughed, his hand reaching out to pull her close once they were on deck. She yelped, her hands pressing against his chest as she tried to push him away.
"Let go, Hook!" she exclaimed, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.
"Not a chance," he murmured, his arms wrapping around her tightly. "Not when I've got you here."
Her heart fluttered at his words, but she quickly buried her face in his chest to hide the blush spreading across her cheeks.
As the ship rocked gently beneath them and the night air surrounded them, Harry pressed a kiss to the top of her head, a quiet promise unspoken between them.
He didn't need to say it aloudâhe knew what he wanted.
Her.
Forever.