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I don't know how long I sat there for, crying. I didn't care how dangerous it was to be sitting out in the streets of the Isle. I didn't care who found me. I didn't even care if Uma went right ahead and captured Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos. Why should I? I'm not one of them. I don't belong with them. I guess that missing part of me will always be missing. I guess I'll never find a place where I belong. This realization only made me cry harder.

I was just about to get up and attempt to find somewhere to go, when I felt someone's presence behind me. Tensing, I recalled all the stories Evie had told me of all the weirdos and creeps living in these streets. And I was alone and unarmed. Before I could turn around, however, I heard a voice that sent my heart both leaping and sinking at the same time.

"Hey there, princess."

Perfect. Exactly what I needed right at this moment.

I sighed, not even bothering to look back at him.

"If you've come to take me back to your dumb ship or whatever, go right ahead. Throw me overboard. I'm of no use to anyone, anyway. I don't belong anywhere."

"What's the problem?" He's got to be kidding. Like he cared.

"None of your concern. What are you gonna do anyway? Try and make it worse for me?"

He hesitated. "No..."

His voice sounded softer, less fiery. He sounded almost as if he genuinely cared. I turned around. He was standing right behind me.

"Well, what do you want, Harry?"

He sat down beside me, not saying anything. I looked at him, but he just stared straight ahead. This was a trap, I was sure of it. I got up to leave. The jerk probably didn't care whether I was alive or dying. All he cared about was stabbing people with his hook and making them walk the plank, as Mal told me.

Before I could move, I felt his hand grasp my arm, but this time, it was almost gentle. He pulled me back down into a sitting position, and for some reason, I knew there was no need to fight back.

"I asked you what was wrong."

"Like you care."

"Yeah, I actually do." He sounded hurt. Why did he care about someone he didn't even know all of a sudden? Suddenly, I knew I could trust him. I don't know how, but I knew. And I couldn't hold back what I had been feeling anymore.

"Mal is such a bitch," I cried without warning. Harry looked surprised. I was surprised, too. I don't normally curse, but I think I had been keeping my feelings of isolation and not belonging for long enough.

"I was born a VK, but I've lived in Auardon my whole life," I began. I hardly knew this guy, but I needed to tell someone. I needed to be heard.

"My whole life, I've never felt like I belonged anywhere. That's why I was so happy when Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos came to Auradon- I had never known I was from the Isle and thought it was finally somewhere I could feel like I belonged. When Ben got captured, I begged Mal to take me, thinking I would finally find the piece of me that's always been missing. But it's not. I don't fit in here, either. And now Mal hates me for letting you see me. That's why I ran away. I ruined her quest, Uma knows all about us, and if I stayed any longer, I'm pretty sure Mal would have killed me!

But she doesn't get it! She doesn't get that I've wanted to fit in my whole life! She's such a-"

I was cut off by uncontrollable sobbing as the gravity of my situation sunk in again. Auradon was about to be overtaken by Uma. My "friends" hated me. I had nowhere to go. No one wanted me.

Harry put his arms around me, and I sobbed into his chest, not caring what he thought of me anymore. I was a mess. My hair looked like a bird's nest, my face was red and puffy from crying, and I was covered in about an inch of dirt from the streets. Yet he didn't care. He just held me close, letting me cry. I wrapped my arms around his back, squeezing so hard I thought for sure he would complain. But he didn't.

After a time, when I had calmed down a little, Harry spoke up.

"I didn't tell Uma."

I felt like an electric current charged through my body. I pushed away from him, staring up at him.


He shrugged. "I didn't tell her about you or yer friends. I didn't think she deserved to know."

After all I'd been through. After all I had gone through with Mal and Jay. He hadn't even told Uma.

There was so much I wanted to say to him. So much that needed explanation. So much I needed to hear. But all I could get out was,


He sighed, and for once, I could see the sadness in his eyes. The pain deep inside him that no one was brave enough to look for.

"I've been controlled by my father my whole life. He would always yell at me, tell me I wasn't bad enough. I've never really wanted to be evil, but no one has ever cared about what I wanted. Including after he died and I joined Uma. Biggest mistake of my life."

He hesitated, and I scooted closer to him and put my head on his shoulder, encouraging him to continue.

"She would yell at me, shove me all the time." He looked ready to cry. "Tell me I wasn't good enough. Like my father."

I couldn't believe it. This whole time, I had thought he was an insensitive jerk. Ok, a hot jerk, but still a jerk. Who knew we had so much more in common then I could have ever imagined?

Harry continued. "When I saw you, I knew I couldn't rat you out to Uma. I could tell ye were all here to stop her. And, well, I thought that maybe Uma deserved to be stopped. I didn't want her to win. So I never told her. Tonight, she was yelling at me for not tieing Ben up tight enough. She slapped me. So I came here. I think that's about all I can take with that girl."

He hugged me absentmindedly, and I hugged him back. We sat there for a while, just holding each other. I could tell that every word he had said was the truth.

"Let's never go back." I spoke up suddenly.

He nodded without even considering otherwise.

"I don't want to be a villain anymore."

After a while, he abruptly stood up, causing me to fall to the ground since I was leaning against him for so long.

"We should probably get somewhere safe. It's nearly 3 am."

"Where?" I asked. "There doesn't seem to be anywhere safe."

He grinned. "There is. I'll show ya." He lifted me into his arms, just like Jay had done. I didn't mind this time. There was something about Harry that I had grown to love, even though it had only been a few hours.

Walking through the street, he came to an old, dirty building that said "Ursula's Fish and Chips." I shuddered. "Ursula? Harry, are you sure?"

"Yes, of course. Uma and the rest of the pirates normally live here, but they're all on the ship. We are perfectly safe, I promise." I had no trouble believing him.

He walked into the abandoned building and switched on the lights, heading into a corner and putting me down. "We can sleep here, and tomorrow we can decide what to do."

I nodded, only now realizing how exhausted I was. It was well past midnight. Harry settled into the corner, and I cuddled up to him, putting my head on his chest. He began stroking my hair, and tiredness engulfed me. His steady heartbeat soothed me as I closed my eyes.

Right as I was about to fall asleep, he asked, "By the way, what's yer name, darlin'? I never asked."

"Sheena," I replied, yawning. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was smiling.

"Sheena," he repeated, putting his arm around my shoulder. "Goodnight, Sheena."

"Goodnight, Harry."

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