The Belladonna

Chapter 6

It was just as I had predicted.

Within the hour of our celebration, over half the crew was drunk, including Harry. I let out a long sigh, preparing myself for another long night. Harry stumbled over to the door and began to make his way onto the deck, making me frown.

He doesn't need to be out there right now. With a sigh, I followed after him, going up onto the deck to see him...hugging the pole.

 I put a hand to my head, groaning because of his stupid drunken behavior before going over to him. "Harry, you need to come back." I say and he lazily looks at me, a grin on his face. "I don't want to leave. She's very good at hugging." he slurs and I fight the urge to roll my eyes at him. I swear he's a two year old deep down.

"She is getting a little uncomfortable Harry, she wants you to come with me." I say, trying to negotiate my way into his drunken brain. He blinks a few times before staring at the pole, giving it a grin. "Sorry ma'am, I'll leave." he says and I sigh, shaking my head before taking his hand, leading him to the Captain's Quarters. 

I might as well make him go to sleep now. "And you say I can't hold my liquor, prince." I mutter, seeing him smiling at me. He doesn't like me calling him a prince, but I can do it all the time whenever he's drunk and he won't remember it at all. 

"Are you a princess?" he purrs and I sigh again, opening up the door and leading him inside. Deciding to just play along with him for now, I answered. "Yes, I am." I say and he chuckles. "So if you're a princess and I'm a prince, what do we do?" he asks and I look at him confused, sitting him down on the bed.

"What do we do?" I ask and he grins. "We get married of course." he says and I pause for a moment, blinking a few times before letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. This was drunk Harry talking, not normal Harry. Remember that Bella.

"Normally." I say, leaving him on the bed and going over to close the door. I would have to go back to observe the others after I get him to go to sleep. I swear I'm not the Lady of this ship, I'm just their mother.

I scowl internally at the thought but brush it aside, going back over to Harry, who's head was down. "Does that mean you would marry me?" he murmurs and I pause, not really knowing what to say. If I've learned anything over these past two years, it's that Harry will remember bits and pieces from when he's drunk, and it's usually a conversation we have. I don't want to say something that's going to put me in an awkward position when he's sober again.

He looks up at me, a small pout on his face. "Would you not marry me?" he asks and I smile, making him lay down on the pillow. "This is a serious matter. One would have to think about it for a long time before answering." I lie, knowing what my answer would be if he truly asked me. But I didn't really fancy a proposal from the drunken Harry, I would want a sober, true and honest proposal from him, if he ever did propose.

"Think about it, okay?" he murmurs and I chuckle. "Okay." I say and he sighs, closing his eyes. "Go to sleep. I'll talk to you again whenever you're sober." I say and I don't hear a reply from him, so I assume he's asleep. I leave the room and go back down to where we were celebrating. The rest of the crew were laughing obnoxiously and having a good time, while quite a few were passed out on the ground, snoring their lungs out.

Louis was against the bar, looking very drowsy, along with Niall, who was laughing as his eyes continued to droop down in exhaustion. Liam was attempting to dance and ended up spilling his drink on the ground. He then went to the corner and began to pout about it, making me laugh. Zayn was...wait, where was Zayn?

My eyes widened as I looked around, scolding myself as I didn't see him anywhere. I ran up onto the deck again, scanning the surroundings to see if I could spot him. "Zayn!" I call out whenever I see him, leaning against the rails. He slowly turns to me and I let out a sigh. He didn't seem to be drunk.