Harry Hook Imagines (2 & 3)

I killed the Vodka

"Jay loves ye. The VKs does too. Even though ye don't get on with your dad anymore he will still love ye and I'm sure your mum loves ye too."

"My mum is d-dead stupid. She died herself a y-year ago today." I sob.

"I'm sorry love." Harry says sadly looking into my eyes like he can see into my soul.

"I'm just a burden to everybody. Look how much I shaked up Jay's life everyday. I bet he was so ashamed that I even knew his name nevermind I'm his long lost half sister." I babble words from my dark hazy mind.

"Little one look at me," I look into his eyes for him, "Ye are not a burden to anyone, ye are amazing. I get it, I do. You're one of them people who would rather die on their feet than live on your knees." Harry speaks with that sexy deep Scottish voice of his.

"Aren't we humans or creatures weird? I mean we see Autumn as beautiful yet everything is dying?" I brood in my drunken stupor.

"Is that what you're afraid of, dying?" Harry asks softly.

"No not of dying, that I won't be remembered." I say tears leaking from my eyes, mascara along with them.

Harry laughs, "Oh you're definitely going to be remembered whether ye leave a room or ye pass away little one." Harry smiles.

Harry is surprisingly good at this sensitive shit.

"Harry I stopped looking for monsters underneath my bed when I was a child. That's because I realised the monsters are in my head." I lament.

"Oh for fuck's sake..." Harry sighs, "Just think they broke the wrong part of ye. They may have clipped your wings but they forgot ye had claws." Harry smirks.

Harry is really helping my here and I didn't even realise I needed it.

"Yeah." I yawn.

"Love let's get ye out of these sicky clothes." Harry says firmly.

"Okay."

"Can-can ye stand?" Harry questions concerned.

"With help yeah."

Harry hauls me up and grabs my hips.

"Trust me?"

I nod.

He lifts me out of the vomit hill and over the Vodka I murdered cold heartedly.

"I'm getting changed now." I announce.

"But where are your clo-" He stops and turns around not facing me.

I first take off my off the shoulder crop top and there's no bra to take off so I slide down my short black skirt. I decide to leave my black lace thong on.

"Give me your shirt. Only my clothes were sicky. I didn't get me hair in it, so don't worry." I say turning away from him.

I can hear the material be taken off his ripped body.

"Fuck." Harry mutters under his breath but I've still heard him.

I hear the steady footsteps towards my almost naked body. I feel the faint feel of his t-shirt brushing against my arm.

"Thank you." I say pulling it on.

It's big on me obviously so it covers my bum and down to half of my thighs. It is warm and smells faintly of him not that I smelt him because I did it earlier in today and he smells fucking delicious.

"Let's get your hand sorted." Harry murmurs.

"The Vodka bottle bit me before it died when I murdered it. The bastard was empty." I mutter.

Harry sighs heavily and grabs my blood-free hand and pulls me into the kitchen. It's like he's been here before. Harry with his big callused rough hands guides mine under the cold water. I watch in awe as the blood washes off and splashes into the sink. I'm still unsteady so Harry has his arm around my waist supporting me up. He rubs my hand gently to rub off any dry blood and I must say I'm enjoying the sensation. Before I know it the tap is off and I'm being offered a tea towel. I gently dab at my hands whilst Harry still has those hands, on my hips.

"St-stay? Plea-please?" I ask depressed.

"Do ye really want me to stay?" Harry whispers in my ear from behind me.

"Yeah."

"I'm cleaning this place up though. Ye go up to bed and I'll join ye in a few minutes."

I unsteadily turn around, "Harry if you wanted me you could of just said." I flirt touching his shirtless chest.

"Go to sleep little one." Harry sighs.

"No I want to go cry in a hole like that one Isaac fell in from Teen Wolf." I mutter.

"Ye leave me no choice." Harry smirks fireman lifting me up the stairs.

"You're really enjoying this aren't you?" I sing song with a drunk twang.

Again I can easily write a part two of requested.