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Now's your moment, floating in a blue lagoon (Harry and Mal)
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He'd ended up in the enchanted lake.
At first it had been in the hopes of turning him back, but for some reason it just didn't work. Nothing seemed to work, and he was beginning to think this was some kind of elaborate curse, or maybe this was just who he was now.
Nobody was particularly pleased to have another VK in Auradon, but Mal (at least, Harry thought it must have been Mal) had convinced them he wasn't exactly a threat - for all they thought this was some kind of plan - and what was he going to do, swimming around in the enchanted lake? It wasn't like he could go anywhere else.
He was kind of miserable about it, if he was honest, since word seemed to have spread that he was there, and the last thing he wanted was all of bore-adon knowing his predicament, but what exactly could he do?
At least Mal visited fairly regularly, usually to try new solutions but as their options started to dwindle more often than not she'd visit just to talk, sitting in the old temple beside the water while Harry leaned on the edge. He didn't want to admit it, but talking to Mal was the bright spot of every day, he enjoyed her company a lot, he'd come to consider her a friend. He wanted even less to admit he'd come to hope for more than that.
She usually showed up around this time, so Harry had pulled himself up to sit on the side, leaning against one of the pillars while he waited for her.
He'd ended up in the enchanted lake.
At first it had been in the hopes of turning him back, but for some reason it just didn't work. Nothing seemed to work, and he was beginning to think this was some kind of elaborate curse, or maybe this was just who he was now.
Nobody was particularly pleased to have another VK in Auradon, but Mal (at least, Harry thought it must have been Mal) had convinced them he wasn't exactly a threat - for all they thought this was some kind of plan - and what was he going to do, swimming around in the enchanted lake? It wasn't like he could go anywhere else.
He was kind of miserable about it, if he was honest, since word seemed to have spread that he was there, and the last thing he wanted was all of bore-adon knowing his predicament, but what exactly could he do?
At least Mal visited fairly regularly, usually to try new solutions but as their options started to dwindle more often than not she'd visit just to talk, sitting in the old temple beside the water while Harry leaned on the edge. He didn't want to admit it, but talking to Mal was the bright spot of every day, he enjoyed her company a lot, he'd come to consider her a friend. He wanted even less to admit he'd come to hope for more than that.
She usually showed up around this time, so Harry had pulled himself up to sit on the side, leaning against one of the pillars while he waited for her.
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She reached for his hand just as he put it into his pocket. She pulled hers back, awkwardly. They were navigating some new waters here. It was definitely going to be a process. But she was confident that they would be able to figure things out together.
"I'll make sure you get to stay," Mal said. "But if you want to go to the Isle just to see your crewmates, and then come back...I'll go with you." She was sure Uma would just love that. But she was willing to do that for Harry. She new she would have missed her friends if she'd been the one stuck as a mermaid for weeks.
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Harry hesitated for a moment, noticing the way Mal almost reached for his hand, the way she seemed so awkward - he didn't like it, didn't like seeing her so uncertain, unsure what to do. He was uncertain, too, but hearing her say she'd be willing to go back to the isle with him, to face the people there - to face Uma - for his sake? He could certainly deal with his own nerves.
So he pulled his hand from his pocket and reached out to grab hers, squeezing it reassuringly.
"Actually, since they don't know what happened to me, if we could arrange that I'd really appreciate it." he admitted, as much as it would be kind of terrifying to go back to the isle and say 'hey Uma I've actually been totally fine and I'm getting off the Isle probably for good and oh by the way Mal's my true love' - and the prospect of that is definitely terrifying - he really didn't want his friends stuck not knowing where he was or if he was even alive. He has no idea if word ever got back to them that he was okay.
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In a way, Mal felt lost but that was only because she didn't know what exactly to do here. But part of her also felt like she'd found her...home. And her home was not Auradon like she previously thought. Her home was Harry. There was something about being with him that just felt right. Something about the way he held her hand that told her everything was going to be okay. And they would face this together.
She nodded. "Of course," She knew Uma would want to see him. She'd probably accuse Mal of kidnapping him or something. She definitely was not looking forward to seeing Uma. But she would do it, for Harry. She kind of felt like she'd do anything for him. And that in itself was a bit scary. "We'll go to the Isle, then."
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The fact that she was willing to do so much for him, he didn't know how to thank her, how to even begin to express how grateful he was for everything - but he had a few ideas.
Grinning roguishly, he tugged on her hand with the intention of pulling her in close so he could wrap his other arm around her waist and kiss her again. Okay, so it wasn't totally about thanking her and more about wanting to kiss her again, but he was hopeful she would enjoy it as well.
Once he was settled - as long as he actually got to stay in Auradon - then he could make a start on actually repaying her for everything.