Huma Oneshots

I Hate U, I Love U

{Song: I Hate U, I Love U by gnash}

(Harry is sixteen, Uma is fifteen)

I hate you I love you/I hate that I love you/Don't want to, but I can't put/Nobody else above you/I hate you I love you/I hate that I want you/You want her, you need her/And I'll never be her

Uma sat at the bar of her mother's restaurant. Tears welled in her eyes. She looked to the right, where her best friend and ex-boyfriend, Harry Hook, usually sat. A new stream of tears poured from her eyes. She still loved that boy. But he had someone else now; Mal. As Uma slammed her fist onto the bar, the doors to the Chip Shoppe opened. She heard the familiar click of his boots, the sliding of his sword from the sheath. Harry walked up behind her. "Uma, I'm sorry I'm so late."

She wiped the tears from her face before turning to look at him. "It's fine."

Feeling used, but I'm/Still missing you and I can't/See the end of this just wanna feel your kiss/Against my lips and now all this time/Is passing by, but I still can't seem to tell you why/It hurts me every time I see you /Realize how much I need you

Uma looked into Harry's eyes. She remembered nights on the shores, their bodies entangled as well as their tongues. Clothes, ditched by the grasses. She remembered nights in her room, watching sweet romcoms and making out. She loved him. She still did. Looking into his eyes, she felt her stomach drop, goosebumps appear on her arms, and her heart rip in two. "Harry, do you want to come to the shores with me?"

"I'm sorry, Uma, but I can't go with ye. I've got a date with, uh, Mal."

"Oh. Okay well, you should probably go then."

Harry nodded and walked back out. "Goddammit." Uma muttered.

Oh oh, keep it on the low/You're still in love with me but your friends don't know/If u wanted me you would just say so/And if I were you, I would never let me go/I don't mean no harm, I just miss you on my arm/Wedding bells were just alarms caution tape around my heart/I miss you when I can't sleep/Or right after coffee or right when I can't eat/I miss you in my front seat/Still got sand in my sweaters from nights we don't remember/Do you miss me like I miss you?/Fucked around and got attached to you/Friends can break your heart too/And I'm always tired but never of you/When love and trust are gone/I guess this is moving on/Everyone I do right does me wrong/So every lonely night, I sing this song

Harry walked along the docks. He didn't have a date with Mal. Hell, he'd broken up with her, missing Uma to the point he couldn't sleep. But he just couldn't bring himself to talk to her. He looked on to the shore, where they'd first kissed, where they'd first had sex, just about every first they had took place on those shores. He didn't like to admit it, but he loved Uma. Harry knew that Uma missed him, he knew that she was crying in the Chip Shoppe. He should've done something but he didn't. His heart ached. Without a second thought he ran back to the Chip Shoppe.

All alone I watch you watch her/Like she's the only girl you've ever seen/You don't care you never did/You don't give a damn about me/Yeah all alone I watch you watch her/She's the only thing you've ever seen/How is it you never notice/That you are slowly killing me

As Uma wiped off tables waiting for her shift to end, the red caped pirate ran in. "Uma!"

"Go away, Harry."

"No, Uma, I-"

"Get the hell away from me, Hook. You don't fucking love me, you love her so go fuck Mal on the beach like you fucked me. Go on. My feelings don't matter, right?"

Harry's heart sank.

"No, Uma they do. That's why I came back. Uma I love ye. I broke up with Mal like three weeks ago. I just, I couldn't bring myself to tell ye and ye tell me yev'e moved on. I couldn't do it."

Uma looked up at him. "Come here."

Harry walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Are we okay?" Harry whispered into her ear as he stroked her back.

"We're okay."