Dialogue from the scene isn't fully the same because I've added Y/n into it.

I am Y/n Tremaine and the granddaughter of Lady Tremaine, daughter of Drizzella. Little Dizzy is my younger fourteen year old sister of whom I love. Dizzy doesn't really have many friends other than her best friend Celia Faciller, daughter of the Shadow Man as Doctor Faciller was called. When I was younger I was a lot like little Dizzy: hopeful, creative, innocent. That is until the Isle broke my spirit. I used to sweep in my grandmother's Curl Up and Dye Salon but now I'm allowed to wreak havoc on the Isle of the Lost.

"Dizzy I'm just getting the tools." I say to my little sister.

When I return I'm greeted by a newly returned Mal. Lovely Mal who's my age and was one of the chosen four for a new chance. That's all I want for Dizzy.

"You still do hair and stuff?" Mal asks.

Mal with the bleached out blonde hair with the pale purple tips yuck.

"Nah I stopped doing that crap years ago." I smile at my lil sister, "But Dizzy here still does." I smile devilishly.

"I can fix it!"

We then have this big conversation and Dizzy sets to work styling Mal's hair while I fix a broken hairdryer. While Dizzy nips to get her favourite black nail varnish I go and sit by Mal.

"Hey Mal?" She looks at me, "Please take Dizzy or get her to Auradon soon. I know it's a lot to ask but I want a better life for her. I don't care about me. Talk to Ben or Belle just please? Please try to get more VKs over to Auradon." I mumble quickly.

Before Mal can respond Dizzy comes bouncing back. We change our faces to match Dizzy's happy one but when she isn't looking Mal nods and mouthes that she will try. That's all I can ask for her. We all chat and laugh while Dizzy does justice for Mal's hair. When Dizzy is done Mal loves it and says she feels like herself again which is probably the biggest compliment she can give Dizzy. Mal then pays Dizzy.

"For me?" Dizzy checks in awe.

"For you. You earnt it." Mal says smirking.

Then in walks in Harry Hook.

Dickhead.

"Fork it over ye little runt." Harry says threatening.

"Pathetic." I mutter.

"And the rest." Harry says gesturing to the till.

Dizzy empties the till. Harry saunters away having not noticed me or Mal. He then whips around.

"My, my, my..." Harry leers looking at Mal coming to face her.

"Bye Harry." Mal says bored.

Mal then just walks out. Harry then sets his sight on me.

"Give it back." I say gesturing to the stolen money.

"Never sweetheart." Harry chuckles.

So I thought I'd give him another hook. In one quick swoop I give Harry a left hook punch. I then grab the money he stole and run as he stumbles back.

"Run Dizzy!" I yell heading for the stairs.

I give the money to Dizzy and she manages to get to the staircase but then I get grabbed by the hips and thrown at the wall. Harry then swipes his hand across the table. Smashing all the vials and bottles. Harry then giggles manically as he shoves me further against the wall. He comes really close to me, digging his hook in my neck slightly.

"Y/n!" Dizzy screams.

"Go Dizzy." I shout roughly.

Dizzy rushes off upstairs as I face the stronger pirate.

"I want my money." Harry yells.

"I want a spa vacation. It ain't gonna happen." I say laughing.

"Are you mocking me?" Harry asks incredulously.

"Yes." I giggle.

Harry then digs his hook into my neck a little more drawing blood slightly. He doesn't seem to notice.

"You are unbelievable." Harry mutters angrily.

"Why thank you." I wink, "You gonna ask me to dinner too? Probably not lap dog as you'd have to get orders from Uma. Like you would have to get orders to hurt me from her. Which ya don't have do ya?" I ask giggling, "Yet you're hurting me now."

Harry sees the blood he's drawn. He removes his hook and licks the blood off it.

"Ye taste delicious sweetheart." Harry coos above me.

"I know you taste delicious too Har." I wink, "I like your hook but did you like my left hook I gave you?" I ask licking my lips.

"Ye got a mean left hook I have to say." Harry winks.

Harry then moves back from me as I take a seat on the empty table. I stare curiously at the pirate as he walks to the little table set up by the hair dryers. He rubs his mouth as he grabs a cloth. Harry dunks the cloth in water as he comes back to me.

"Leave it Harry." I say crossing my arms.

"Shut up and open them gorgeous legs of your's sweetheart." Harry says sternly.

I just stare at him as I slowly open legs. Harry smirks and goes in between them. He tilts my chin up and gently dabs at the little cut.

"You shouldn't mess with my little sister okay? I just want her to have her innocence. Don't break her spirit. Let her have hope. I just don't want her to have a shit miserable life on the Isle." I say quietly.

Harry stops dabbing and looks at me.

"I'm sorry sweetheart for hurting you and bothering Dizzy. Uma's very stressed at the minute and I have loyalty to her as my captain." Harry apologises.

"I don't care about Uma, Harry. I know you have loyalties but what happened to you?" I ask sadly.

Harry sighs, "I used to bother you when you worked here and I always got Uma's money." He says not looking at me.

Trying to change the damn subject and all huh Harry?

"For fuck sake here's your damn money." I mutter.

I take some of my own money and shove it to Harry's rock solid chest. Me and Harry you see. We used to be together...

"Thanks." Harry mumbles.

I go and walk to get a plaster for my neck. I struggle to put it on as I cannot see the mark. Harry tuts.

"Let me." Harry sighs.

"No." I spit.

Harry then gently pushes me to the wall. He takes the plaster from my hand and places it on my neck. I then shove him away. Harry just sighs again. I hear him take his pirate hat off. I turn and look at him. He's raking his hand through his dark locks which means he's stressed or upset.

"I miss ye Y/n." Harry says softly.

"Harry that's bullshit." I mutter surly.

I broke up with him. We were together for two years and I ended it. I was sick of the late nights and the fact that Harry spent less and less time with me.

"I mean it godamnit Y/n." Harry says bitterly.

"You miss me? You barely spent any time with me!" I shout at Harry.

"Sweetheart I was out there protecting ye, building a name for myself so people wouldn't mess with you because they feared me. I stole so I could try and build a life for us." Harry says sincerely.

Harry comes straight up to me and tucks a loose hair of mine behind my ear.

"I know, I'm sorry. It was just hard and I missed you. It felt like I hardly saw you." I apologise honestly.

It's been a tough couple of months without Harry and maybe I was wrong but he knows he was too.

"I probably spent too much time focusing on our future rather than my present: you. Will ye please forgive me sweetheart?" Harry asks nervously.

"Okay. I forgive you baby." I whisper.

Harry then captures his lips in mine in a hungry and passionate kiss.

"Just don't leave me." I whisper.

"I promise I won't leave you." Harry promises, hugging me tightly.