It was early afternoon the next day and Harry was creating a pathway as he paced back and forth in front of Gwen's hut. His head was bent down and he repeatedly rubbed the back of his neck, his lips mouthing the words he wanted to ask her repeatedly. Practicing and memorizing it like a script, he wanted to get it right when he asked her to have supper with him. He had never courted a girl before and needless to say, he was nervous. Not that she'd say no because well- what else could she possibly be doing? They were stuck on an island for Christ sake, Harry was sure she'd agree for that reason alone but he couldn't help the way his stomach fluttered anxiously at the idea of asking her. He had no experience when it came to girls and he silently cursed himself for not getting a little more practice before he ran away from home. His lack of knowledge almost made him want to flee this plan of his and hide out in his hut.

But the fact that he knew she hadn't had much fun on the island lately, especially with being on bed rest the past couple of days, encouraged him to stick to his idea. She deserved a fun day and he intended on making her forget about the mermaid attack or that she was stuck on the island in the first place. He'd show her the good things about it. He'd show her that it were possible for her to be happy there. That she could be happy with him.

So with this as his motivation, he forced himself to stop pacing and took a deep breath. Pivoting on his heel, he marched up to her door determinedly and lifted a hand before lightly knocking on her door. He heard her call a 'come in' and he pushed the door open slowly, craning his neck around it before stepping in. There he saw Gwen perched on her bed, her back against the wall and knees bent. The way she sat caused her already short gown to hitch up higher and Harry forced his gaze up to her face despite the fact he wanted to stare. She wasn't even trying to cover herself up.

His eyes flickered down to the movement of her hand and he saw her sewing up a pillow with bamboo and the fabric from her gown the mermaids had torn off. "Hello," she sounded surprised to see him and she paused what she was doing. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, of course. I just wanted to ask you something," he stepped further into the room and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck again. "I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

He pointedly looked at her sewing and she looked down at her hands, setting the half sewed pillow aside before waving his worries off. "I can finish it later. What is it you wanted to ask me?"

Harry hesitated. His throat suddenly felt like it closed up and his stomach was going absolutely bonkers. It was so bad, he was sure if he weren't standing in front of Gwen, he definitely would have vomited- or worse; shat his pants. But luckily for both of them, he did neither one of those things and swallowed his nervousness down enough to get the words out of his mouth.

"I wanted to know if you would accompany me to supper tonight?" There, he said it. And he felt a little relieved once he had but the anticipation of her response still left him fidgety.

Gwen looked confused about his question and frowned, leaning her elbows atop her knees while shifting her body forward. Harry couldn't stop his eyes in time from glancing at her legs and he mentally groaned when he had. Did she even realize how much skin she was putting on display? He thought she had to have no idea, Gwen didn't seem like the kind of girl who would purposely tease him.

"You mean with you and the lost boys? Don't we do that already almost every night?"

Harry felt his cheeks flush a little at her question. It was embarrassing that she hadn't caught on to what he was really asking her because now he'd have to explain it. "Uh no..." he cleared his throat and straightened his back. "I meant just you and I, alone."

Gwen stared at him a moment longer before her hazel eyes widened and her mouth gaped open. "You mean l-like a romantic engagement?"

"Engagement," he repeated the word, tasting it on his tongue and scrunching his face in discomfort afterward. "I don't like that word. It reminds me of marriage. But yes, I suppose that's what it is."

She ignored the first half of what he said and arched her eyebrow at him. "Are you trying to court me, Harry?"

"If a boy asking a girl to supper means that then yes, I am."

Gwen's lip twitched into a small grin and she shook her head in amusement. "But why would you want to? Seems unnecessary, courting a girl is usually for the intention of marrying her. And you've already shared your views on that."

Harry shrugged and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his overalls. "I wanted you to have fun, you've been stuck holed up in here for days. Besides, I like you." He stated truthfully and licked his lips. "I want to make you happy."

At that, Gwen felt her heart leap and she stared up at him wordlessly from across the small room. He watched her right back, seeming unafraid and everything brave. But little did Gwen know that Harry's own heartbeat was skyrocketing dangerously and his hands were sweating. "Alright," she said after thinking it over, eyes studying him carefully and mouth pulling into a smile when his eyes brightened. "I'll have supper with you."

"Really?" He sounded genuinely surprised and Gwen nodded. "Lovely." He said happily and grinned, taking a step back and running his sweaty palms over the sides of his overalls. "I will come back here at sunset to come get you."

"I'll be here waiting."

At that, Harry grinned and sent her a swift nod before turning on his heel and letting himself out of her hut. The moment he was finally gone Gwen leaped from her spot on the bed in excitement, her hands going up to anxiously tug through her hair. She was smiling so wide she was sure if anyone had been watching her at the moment, they would of thought she were crazy. And in a way, she sure felt like she was. Though not in a bad way. It was the kind of crazy that heightened your nerve endings, made your stomach flutter, your heart race, and your blood pound excitedly. Harry tended to do that to her.

Feeling her excitement die down a little, she then felt the sudden rush of nervousness. She scrambled across the room but then halted when she realized how ridiculous it was to briefly wonder what she would wear. It's not like she had a closet filled with clothes to choose from, she was wearing the only piece of clothing she had. Yet still, she wanted to look well for Harry to at least show she had made some kind of effort. So with that thought in mind, she headed towards the door of her hut and decided she'd go back and take extra time to wash her tangled hair.

Typically, she'd be aware of the lost boys as she walked through camp but at the moment she was too excited to really notice the way they were looking at her funny. She was smiling too big and there was a bounce in her step; the lost boys found it odd and were truthfully a little put off by it. Gwen paid no attention though and continued on her way, disappearing into the forest and making her way to the lake. She was happy, so happy that she hadn't even thought of the mermaids and the fear that still lingered every time she bathed in the lake. She was too consumed with her thoughts of Harry that all she could do was smile to herself as she washed her hair and body, going the extra measure by keeping the coconut butter in her hair longer than usual.

She finished when late afternoon began to approach and twisted her hair to get the excess water out before pulling her clothes back on. Making her way back to camp, she spent the time running her fingers through her long hair in an attempt to brush it out. It was with much difficulty, considering how long and thick her hair was. It was times like this she really missed the use of a hair brush. Maybe I should chop it off? She wondered, feeling bothered with the thickness and length. She had never had short hair before and though she was tempted to cut it, she dismissed the thought immediately when she remembered that you didn't grow in Neverland. Which meant, neither would her hair and though she wanted change, that was too permanent for her.

Gwen spent the rest of her time in her hut, preparing herself for Harry's arrival. She pinched her cheeks to give them a little more color and grabbed her white ribbon, using it to tie her long hair in a half updo. She was proud she'd kept the coconut butter in her hair longer when she glanced down at the ends to see they curled in more tamely. Not having anything else to do with her appearance, she sat on her bed when she was finished and picked up the pillow she'd been sewing earlier. Her fingers picked up the small pointed branch she shaved with a knife to look like a needle and used her time to finish up the stitching on the fabric. She finished just before Harry arrived and smiled proudly to herself before putting the pillow at the top of her bed just as there was a knock on her door. Knowing it was Harry, she stood abruptly from the bed and tossed the branch on her table. Thin fingers moved to lightly brush over her hair, making sure it was in place as she walked to the door.

Opening it, she hadn't expected to see Harry with his hair pushed off his forehead. Her heart slammed hard against her chest and her mouth gaped open, eyes widening as she drank in the sight of him. His curls that were usually hung over his face were now slicked back, his curls wrapping around the out-shell of his ear. Gwen noticed that his eyes seemed to stand out more with his hair like that and she practically melted where she stood. His eyes were so green and clear she could see the lines surrounding his pupils.

"My god," he breathed, breaking Gwen out of her stare. "You look-, you look stunning Gwenevieve."

She blushed deeply at his compliment, her hand automatically moving to tuck her hair behind her ear. She was never really good at taking compliments from people, she never knew what to say and she became shy. So instead of acknowledging his words, she took the opportunity to look over the rest of him, noticing how he looked freshly bathed. He was still shirtless, not that Gwen was really complaining about that to begin with but his overalls were cleaner and by the looks of it, still a little damp from their wash.

"You look handsome." She complimented in return and smiled when she saw Harry's cheeks tinge a light pink. He bit down on his lip, smiling through it as he dug his hands into the front pockets of his overalls.

"Are you all set to go?"

"Yes." She nodded and stepped out of the hut, closing the door behind her and looking around when she saw that the lost boys were no where in sight. "Where are the others?"

"Feasting on the boar I caught them earlier." He stated and began leading her into the forest.

"You caught them a boar? What for, if we are not joining them?"

"So they would be too distracted to question me about where I was taking you." He told her truthfully, glancing down at her with a small smile on his lips. "I was in no mood to explain myself to Peter."

She sighed tiredly, twirling the end of her hair as they weaved through the trees. "He really doesn't like me, does me?"

Harry didn't answer her at first because truthfully, he didn't know. There were moments where Peter seemed to strongly dislike Gwen but there were other times, like when he saved her from the mermaids and when he suggested honey to put on her wound, that made Harry think he liked her more than he was letting on. "I think he's just not used to you. He's not one for change."

"You don't seem to be either."

"I can handle change. Though it depends at what cost." He shared and turned direction in the trees, reaching out to grab Gwen's wrist gently. "Come this way."

"Where is it we're going?" She questioned when she didn't recognize the change of scenery. She usually stuck to the path of the lake and the one that lead to the ocean, not bothering to explore anywhere else when she didn't know where it'd lead her. Last thing she needed was to get lost and fail to find her way back to Harry.

"You'll see." Harry called back to her and Gwen muttered incoherently to herself when she nearly tripped over a rock. Harry chuckled lowly and slid his fingers down to intertwine with hers. Gwen's stomach erupted in butterflies and she bit down on her lip behind his back, suppressing a smile when she almost tripped again.

"Why are there so many rocks!" She hissed in exasperation as Harry laughed again, his hand tightening around hers. "Harry, one thing you should know about me is that I'm not a very patient person."

"Well, I suppose it's a good thing then that we're here."

He stopped abruptly at the edge of the trees, moving a stream of hanging leaves away with his hand before pulling Gwen forward. She ducked her head as she cautiously walked through, her feet hitting rocketed floor. She gasped once she stepped out and saw the view before her, barely aware of Harry coming to stand beside her. They were standing on a rocketed cliff that extended over the ocean and from here, she could see the other side of Neverland. A ship floated way beyond the distance and she was sure it had to be Hook's but she didn't let that bother her, he looked like a mere speck. He probably couldn't even see them from here.

Gwen's eyes landed on two wooden bowls that sat near the end of the cliff, leaves lying flatly over it. She turned to Harry with a questioning eyebrow and a small smile. "What's that?"

"Our supper." He stated and walked ahead of her, turning around so he was walking backwards as he smirked at her. "Did you really believe I'd leave the boar just for the boys to feast on?"

Her smile widened and she laughed as she followed after him, moving to sit on the floor beside Harry. He handed her a bowl and she moved the leaf off it, looking into it to see Harry had already cooked it as well. Thank god, she thought. She still had yet to master cooking meat properly and she always stared enviously at Harry's food when she'd see how well his turned out. Yet she was too embarrassed to ask him to cook hers. "This looks good." She commented, ripping a piece off with her fingers to see the inside of the meat was just a tad pink.

"I'd hope so. Took extra time with yours, I noticed you don't like yours rare." He commented and she looked up in surprise that he had noticed that fact about her without having to say anything. "You tend to have this disgusted look on your face whenever we eat this. I assumed it was because yours was not cooked fully."

She flushed and ducked her head down. "I've always liked my meat cooked well done."

"Ah, I've always preferred mine medium." He shared, watching as Gwen stuck the piece of meat into her mouth. Hearing her moan in approval made him smile in happiness and he ripped at his own food, watching her through his eyelashes. "Satisfied?"

"Definitely. Thank you." She told him and he merely smiled once more before they continued to eat. No words were spoken as they did, letting each other eat in peace as they stared out across the ocean. The sun was now descending over it and it left a bright light to shine in a line over the sea. Harry sighed happily to himself and turned his head slightly to look at Gwen. She had finished eating by now and was leaning her weight back on her hands, her long hair falling down her back. The sun reflected off her eyes, illuminating the green flecks mixed with brown and she closed them. Eyelashes resting atop her cheekbones as she lifted her chin slightly, as if she were soaking in the warmth of the sunset. Harry thought he had never seen something so beautiful.

"It's rude to stare." She said after a moment, the corner of her mouth twitching in an amused smirk before she slowly opened her eyes. Tilting her head against her shoulder, she met Harry's eyes and smiled when he blushed at being caught.

"Sorry. You're very beautiful." He shrugged and Gwen was the one to blush next, making Harry's lips quirk into an amused grin.

Gwen rolled her eyes at him when she saw the satisfied look on his face and lightly nudged her shoulder against his. He laughed and leaned back on his own hands, gaze moving briefly over the ocean as he thought. "Tell me about yourself."

Gwen cocked her eyebrow. "What would you like to know?"

"Anything, everything." He told her then fell quiet for a moment, eyes flickering back to catch her gaze. "Tell me about Alexander?"

"Alexander?"

Harry noticed the confusion on her face and his heart stopped briefly in his chest. She didn't remember him. She was forgetting. He was torn between feeling sad for her and being happy for himself that Alexander wasn't important enough for her to remember and that only lead him to feel like a downright louse. But then, he watched Gwen's confusion turn to recognition and her eyes widened.

"Oh! Alexander," her forehead creased and she nodded. "Right, of course. Him." She mumbled to herself, licking her lips and then turning to meet Harry's gaze again. "What is it you want to know about him?"

"Anything at all."

She pursed her lips, seeming thoughtful as she turned to stare back at the sea. "Well if I'm honest, I didn't know him all too well. My parents hand picked him for me to marry and he took me out for engagements maybe three times. He was always so serious, well kept and mannered. I think I'd only seen him smile maybe twice? Nothing ever really seemed to bother or excite him but he was pleasant enough. Sweet when he wanted to be but there was no...no spark."

"Spark?"

"Yes, like- excitement. A Rush. None of that when I was with him but my parents wanted him for me so I settled with what I got."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, frowning at the side of her face. "Why were your parents so set on you marrying him? I remember girls arranging to be married at seventeen but I've seen instances where they don't marry until the age of nineteen."

She shrugged, looking down at the rocketed floor. "They wanted to make sure I married earlier enough to find stability and bare children."

"But why him? Shouldn't you marry for love?" Harry insisted. Sure he never wanted to marry, but he strongly believed that if he ever were to, he wanted to do it for the right reasons.

"My circumstances were different, my parents have always controlled what I do. I guess love never seemed like an option for me." She sighed and turned her head, looking at Harry with a soft smile. "What about you? Do you remember if your parents ever insisted you marry?"

"Once," he said slowly as he focused hard on thinking back to those times. It was all blurry but he did specifically remember his parents choosing a girl for him. "She was the daughter of a family friend. She was pretty, but I wasn't in the least bit interested. I ran away before they could make me." Harry said, eyes studying the girl currently sat beside him. She seemed lost in thought and he was thinking the direction of conversation was probably making her upset. The reminder that she wouldn't actually marry and have children dampening her mood but Harry could also tell there was something she wasn't saying. Something she was keeping from him. Though, he didn't question her when he himself was keeping a secret hidden. Like the fact she could actually leave this island and get the happy ending she wants.

Feeling the guilt pinch his gut, he looked away and rolled his lips into his mouth. He didn't want her to be upset, so with this in mind he brought his fingers into his mouth and blew out. A loud whistle pierced the air and Gwen jumped in surprise, one hand flying up to cover her ear.

"Why'd you do that for?" She asked and Harry smiled, hearing the tinge of a faint English accent when she spoke those specific words.

"Wait for it," he told her quietly, eyes observing the air before he heard the soft flutter of wings in the distance. His smile grew slowly and he looked over at Gwen, seeing her look around with wide eyes, knowing she could hear it too. She opened her mouth, ready to ask him what that sound was when a dash of sparkling light flew between them. Gwen gasped and looked up, the light from the fairies flying above their heads reflecting off her eyes. "That's why I did that."

"You called them here?" She asked in amazement as Harry nodded and stood on his feet. Gwen looked up at him as he held a hand out to which she cautiously took. He helped her to her feet, a small grin on his lips when he saw the hesitant look on her face. "What for?"

He didn't answer her, only smirking before turning around and holding his arms out to his sides. He waited, and three of the fairies flew around him in circles, the sparkling dust landing on his skin. Gwen watched with wide eyes as it clung to him before the glimmer of it dimmed, disappearing entirely seconds later. "Hold your arms out, Gwen."

"What for?"

"You ask too many questions. Just do it."

She scrunched her nose at his demand, not like being told what to do but listening anyways. Her arms lifted up from her sides and her gaze moved up when the fairies flew from Harry, to her. They flew in circles around her like they had on Harry and she couldn't help but let her eyes fall shut as the dust cascaded down on her. She opened them again once she was sure they were done, a small smile on her face as a fairy made a sound that sounded close to bells ringing close to her nose.

"That's Tink. She likes you." Harry said beside her, a small grin on his lips when Gwen looked at him. He moved forward then, taking Gwen's hands in his own. Fingers intertwining with hers as he stared down at her. "Do you remember what I taught you about flying?" His voice was low now, soft and gentle to Gwen's ears. She felt goosebumps rising over her skin and nodded robotically. "Good. Because we're going to fly."

"Here?" She asked in astonishment, eyes wide as she looked fearfully towards the edge of the cliff.

"You won't fall. As long as you keep thinking happy thoughts." He assured her, squeezing her hands.

"But what if I do!" She screeched and tried to pull away, wanting to retreat into the forest but Harry held onto her firmly.

"You won't. And if you do, I've got you." He whispered, drawing her closer until their chests touched. Gwen looked up at him through her eyelashes, feeling her heart speeding up in her chest at how close their faces were. He smiled down at her, his dimple puncturing his cheek and Gwen's fingers ached to touch it. "Now, think happy thoughts."

It wasn't all that hard for her. All she had to do was look at Harry and she could feel her feet coming off the ground, lifting her higher in time with Harry. He was smiling at her and Gwen looked away to briefly look down, gasping when she saw how high up they were going. They had to be at least twenty feet in the air now and seeing the height caused her to gasp. She felt herself descend a little but Harry, true to his word, brought her back up with him. He held her close to his chest, hand moving to grip her lower back as he stared down at her. "Don't be scared. There's nothing to be scared over, Gwen."

"We're high up." She swallowed thickly, clinging onto Harry's shoulders as she peeked to the side to see they were now hovering way up above the ocean. "Oh god, what if we fall." She spoke aloud and Harry lifted one hand to lightly grip her jaw. He forcefully turned her head to meet his eyes and Gwen blinked when she saw how close their faces were. His nose brushing hers and the heat of his breath on her lips.

"I told you, we won't." He whispered and drew his mouth closer until it hovered just a centimeter away. "Only happy thoughts, Gwenevieve."

She felt hypnotized as he spoke, eyelashes fluttering before falling completely shut as he gently pressed his mouth to hers. His top lip slotted itself between both of hers, his bottom one sucking on hers. She breathed in deeply through her nose, feeling that spark she had mentioned that lacked with Alexander igniting every cell in her body. Her hands on his shoulders slid to his back before she folded her arms behind his neck and brought her body closer to his. Hugging him like her life depended on it and in a way, it did with them flying a hundred feet in the air.

He kissed her slowly and deeply, his hand cupping her cheek until she forgot about ever falling. He ensured that she was filled with only good thoughts and boy, she was. His mouth on hers surpassed the definition of happiness and he smiled against her lips when he felt them only going higher and higher because of it. He held her as tight as he could, feeling the chill air nip at his cheeks and Gwen tilted her head as she kissed him back. He wanted to keep going and never pull away but he couldn't breathe. She was literally stealing the breath from him.

"Happy now?" He asked when he managed to pull away enough to take a deep breath. Gwen blinked at him, chest rising and falling quickly, seeming dazed as she smiled at him slowly.

"I've heard about how great it was to be kissed in the rain but no one ever told me about the sky."

"That's because no one ever has been." He told her quietly, running his thumb over her cheek. "You're the first."

"Well can I be the second too?" She asked teasingly and Harry smiled widely. "Hurry, before I look down and see how high we've gotten."

He smiled and tutted. "You definitely don't want to see that."

"Then kiss me, you fool."

And he did exactly that.

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Writing this chapter gave me heart palpitations. Ugh. I can't wait for you guys to see how I plan on ending this, I read everyone's guesses and I honestly can change what I planned and go with one of your theories. We shall see ;)

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