~the love boat~ •x reader•

nïne

i got to england and when i got off the boat a dirty smelly man in a scrubby work uniforms grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out of my little boat by force.

he obviously worked at the harbour and he looked like he had just been cleaning a boat engine. that's kinda sexy lol.

i was the last one to get off my boat. once i was standing upright he turned to me, "oi where've you lot come from?" he questioned. wow. his face was gorgeous, he had perfect eyes and a perfect chiselled face.

"uh the love boat." i replied.

"ah i've heard bout that..." he trailed off with a small grin forming on his face.

"yeah it sunk lol." i giggled.

his expression turned blank and he stated at me dumbfounded.

"oh." he replied.

"yeah all my sleeping buddies were on that boat and now they're all dead. they always die and i always have to find new ones."

"oh well uh...i mesn..uh-" he stopped mid sentence.

then it clicked!

"you could step in! what do u say?" i smiled up at him.

"alright i guess i could."

~*~

i was out of breath.

"well that was fun." i giggled to him as we lay together in one of the many guest rooms in his mansion.

we talked for a little bit on the way here -in his porsche might i add- and i found out his name was harry and he was actually a multi millionaire.

i like my men with money.

he also had a big di-

"y/n? are u listening to me?"

"oh uhmm yeah sorry what were u saying?" i replied a bit flustered.

"i was wondering if you wanted something to eat."

"oh yeah sure." i nodded.

"OTTER! bring us some food NOW." harry screeched .

not a moment later a small otter came dashing into the room.

"master! what would you like to eat?" he asked harry.

harry turned his gaze away from the otter and gave me a look as if saying 'tell the otter what you want'

"i uhh ill have a clive sucker if you have any of those."

"of course we do..." replied the otter and with a rude tone while giving me a scolding look.

"ight to get the fine lady some clive suckers then you tramp." harry barker at the otter and he scrambled off.

~•~

i was lying in a bed in another one of harry's guest rooms vomiting my lungs out.

that otter poisoned my clive suckers! i've been throwing up like a dog and have the worst pains in my stomach.

i'll get that furry bitch back....

(A.N: the pic at the top is how harry looked when she met him at the boats.)

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