Captain Styles *UNEDITED VERSION*

Chapter 5

Isabella's POV:

I was still in Harry's quarters, walking around his room and thinking to myself.

No one confuses me more than he has. And I've only known him what....maybe two hours?

This is freaking ridiculous.

I paced back and forth, thinking of any possible way I could escape when the door flew open, revealing Harry.

"Come on. We are going to eat." He says and I nod, not trusting my voice.

I followed him below deck and I felt sick. It smelled like rum and dirt. And of sweaty, stinky men. It was disgusting. 

"Don't worry, you aren't eating here princess." He chuckles and I roll my eyes. But I was relieved, seeing some of the middle-aged men eyeing me as I walked by with Harry. But I wasn't going to tell him that, he was on my bad side at the moment.

And I was relieved that Harry wasn't angry anymore, he seemed to be in a good mood right now. I hope I don't screw that up.

We came to a pretty normal room with a long table that had 8 chairs, with a chandelier over it. This was nice compared to the other place and I was actually grateful to Harry for taking me here.

"M'lady." He says, holding out a chair for me. I try to hide the blush on my face as he has a flirty smile on his face, holding out a chair for me. I slowly walked to it, biting my lip while I sit down and he pushed me in.

He sat down across from me and was about to say something when the doors opened and four more people piled in. I recognized Louis as one of them too.

He shot me a small smile before sitting down by Harry, a wary look on his face. Another guy, about Harry and Louis' age with black hair and brown eyes came in and sat down beside me.

"I'm Zayn." He introduces himself and flashes a smile, which I instantly return. "Isabella." I say and he nods.

Another young lad with blue eyes and blonde hair came in, sitting on Harry's other side. "The name's Niall." He says, his thick Irish accent noticeable. I nod to him, repeating my name like I had with Zayn.

The last boy had brown hair and brown eyes, and he came to sit on my other side. "Hello. My name is Liam." He greets and I give a soft smile, repeating my name once again.

"Great. You're all acquainted now." Harry mutters and Zayn chuckles beside me.

"Ease up Cap'n, we know our boundaries." He reassures almost tauntingly towards Harry and I raise my eyebrow.

Harry avoids my curious eyes and lays his fists down on the table. "Well, this is your official place for dinner Bella. I hope you'll accept this next to that junkyard the other men live in." He says and I furrow my eyebrows.

Bella? Since when did I get a nickname?? And who does he think he is trying to change my name!!!

"Gladly accepted." I say through gritted teeth and Louis raises an eyebrow at me. I wasn't going to say anything about his nickname because that would only get me in trouble.

Again.

I just shake my head slightly and he shrugs his shoulders.

"So Bella, I want you to meet my best men. That's why they're here. I've...been thinking that if you wanted to talk to anyone else on this ship, you can talk to them." He says begrudgingly and I want to laugh.

First he bans me from talking to them now he is giving me an all access pass??? What goes on in that deluded mind of his?!?!?

"I feel so privileged." I say, not meaning for my voice to sound so sarcastic but it did.

The four boys surrounding Harry and I busted out laughing while he just clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at me.

"Or I could just lock you in a cell if you'd rather." He threatens and I sigh, looking down.

"No." I mutter and he smirks. "That's what I thought." He says and I huff in annoyance. No matter how scary he can get sometimes he's a pain in the arse.

And he knows it too the bastard.

He begins to talk to the others about where they were going and I zoned out, looking at the food in front of me. An apple, some green beans and a...pork chop?? With a glass of water.

How sweet of him. *note the sarcasm here*

I finished eating and was about to just get up to leave when Harry's voice broke me from my thoughts.

"What are you doing?" He asks and I look up at him with a confused look. "What do you mean?" I ask and he points to my hand.

I still held my knife in it.

I guess I didn't realize I sill had it. Whoops.

"I'm not sure I can trust you with a knife sweetheart. Give it here." He says tauntingly and I decide not to give in to his command. He may be captain but I'm not under his 'law' or anything so he has no right to order me around.

"And if I don't?" I reply and Niall laughs. "Got yourself a fighter, ehh Cap'n?" He teases and a smirk comes onto my face.

Harry's eyes were narrowed again and he licked his lips frustratedly.

"If you don't give up the knife then you'll be punished." He growls and I stand up, my bravery taking over.

"Is that how you expect to get everything you want? By fear? Well, it won't work on me!!" I say, knowing what I just said was a blatant lie. He scared the crap out of me.

I just prayed he would buy my lie. But....he didn't...

He laughed, along with the other four boys. "Wow, I never thought I'd see the day when a girl would try to stand up to you." Louis says and gives me a smile.

I back away from the table, my knife still in hand and the laughter stops. "Bella..." Harry warns and I debate my choices.

Give in and let him take control over me or make a run for it and just see where that goes....

I went with option 2.

I bolted from the room, remembering where I had come from and used that to navigate me back to the deck. I looked around hastily when I heard Harry's voice boom from downstairs.

"WHERE IS THAT DAMN GIRL???"

Crap. Crap. Crap. CRAP. I made him furious.

Of course I did! He's a pirate and I disobeyed the guy.

I'm such an idiot sometimes.

I sprinted to one of the poles with the sails on it and began climbing it. If I could hide from Harry that would be my best bet right now.

I reached the little sail and got onto the wooden pole, hiding myself in the black sails.

I looked below and it took everything in me not to scream. I didn't realize how far up I was. And I was terribly afraid of heights.

"Of course, my idiotic brain decided climbing was the best option." I growl to myself and huff, looking back down as footsteps stomped up onto the deck.

Harry looked around furious and had his hands clenched. "Where is she???" He yelled and the other four boys shrugged behind him.

"She wasn't anywhere below deck. She has to be up here somewhere Harry." Liam says and Harry takes a deep breath.

"What if she jumped?" Niall asks and they all freeze, even Harry. "She wouldn't do that. She's not that stupid." Zayn whispers and I roll my eyes.

Of course I wasn't that stupid!!! There wasn't land for miles and there's no way I was going to be able to swim for that long!!!

I snorted softly but covered my mouth quickly, hoping they hadn't heard. As Harry's ears perked up and his eyes roamed up towards the sails I mentally cursed.

He heard.

"Isabella?" He asked dangerously low and I gulped nervously. He called me by my full name, I know I'm in trouble now.

He walked towards the sails and travelled to the opposite side, where I had been hiding.

When his eyes met mine anger, curiosity and humor settled in on his face. "And how do you expect to get down from there?" He asks and I glare at him.

"I'm not coming down." I say stubbornly and he scoffs. "Yes you are. You're in deep trouble." He growls and I roll my eyes.

"I guess I can't be in trouble if you can't reach me, can I?" I ask smartly and he glowers up at me.

"I'll come get you. You've been a bad girl." He threatens and I shrug.

"I'll jump." I say, not really knowing if I meant it or not.

"Liar. You look petrified." He snaps and I roll my eyes. "I don't care!! Anywhere away from you is better!! You can't control me!" I yell and he chuckles darkly.

"You're messing with the wrong person darling." He growls and starts scaling the pole, coming up quicker than I thought possible.

Ahh crap.

I took my knife in hand and steadied myself on the little pole, facing him as he got up as well.

"Put the knife down." He threatens and I shake my head. "No! You're just afraid you can't take me if I have it!!" I retort even though I know that's not true.

Obviously he does too as he laughs at me. "Don't mock me. Your courage is useless." He says and I glare at him before gripping my knife firmly in my hand.

"Don't even think about it." He says and before I have time to react he's coming at me. I gasp in shock and take a step back.

I lose my footing and I slip, falling off the wooden beam. I see Harry's eyes go wide as a scream begins to form in my mouth as I fall.

I squeeze my eyes closed, ready for the long fall when a hand closes around my arm, catching me mid-fall.

I gasp and look up, seeing Harry's bright green eyes filled with concern and relief as he sees he caught me. We stare at each other for a little bit and I feelt my pulse quickening as he stares at me.

He blinks before he heaves me up again and steadied me before yanking the knife from my hand and sticking it in his belt.

"What the hell were you thinking??? If I wouldn't have caught you, you would've..." He trails off, too angry to finish his sentence. I decided to keep my smart comment to myself and look down at the ground. "I'm sorry." I whisper.

He glares at me, and lets out a sigh before guiding both of us to the place we climbed up.

"Hold on to me. Now." He commands and for once I listen to him, still freaked out about my near fall.

I wrap my arms around his torso tightly and he begins to lower both of us down until we reach the deck.

As soon as we touch we are surrounded by the other four boys but Harry ignores them, shoving me up against the pole and glaring at me. I wince at the tight grip he has on me and I stare at him with fearful eyes.

"Just tell me what the hell you think you were doing??" He yells and I flinch, scared.

"I...I..." I start but I can't finish, which makes him even madder. "YOU WHAT??" he yelled and I bit my lip to keep myself from crying.

"Harry..." Louis warns and Harry takes in a deep breath before harshly letting me go.

I stay against the pole, clutching it for support because of my beating heart. Harry looks at me and then the other boys.

"Go to my quarters. Now." He demands and I hesitantly oblige, walking into the room I've been in all day.

After a few minutes I'm joined by Harry, who seems just as mad as he did out there. But this time the boys aren't here to stop him. And that thought scares me even more.

I can't even get a word out when I'm slammed into the wall, his hands resting on either side of my head while his body presses against mine.

His breaths are ragged from anger and his green eyes are blazing.

"What kind of stunt was that??" He snapped and I looked away.

"ANSWER ME!!" He yells and I look back at him with watery eyes. "How would you take it huh?? Put yourself in my position for a change!! I have no idea where I am! I'm surrounded by people who kidnapped me and are bargaining for my life and all you're trying to do is make everything worse for me!!!" I screech and he narrowed his eyes into slits.

"Of course I'm going to fight back!! Wouldn't you??? I'm always going to try to get away from you! Who wouldn't try to get away from someone who's tormenting them?!?" I rant and he clamps a hand over my mouth, silencing my rant.

"I know!! I know what happened! You don't have to remind me!" He snarls and I roll my eyes.

"Thnn whttfd yuii do it?" I say, my words muffled against his hand. I had tried to say 'Then why'd you do it?' And he obviously picked up on that.

He clenches his jaw and shakes his head. "I'm not telling you. Just know that because of what you did, you'll be punished." He says elusively and removes his hand.

"I didn't do anything wrong??" I protest and he gives me a look that practically screams 'are you stupid?'

"You ran away from me, with a knife!!! And you tried hiding from me and tried to fight me, or at least threatened too. You fell too! You're lucky I got to you on time!!" He lists and I sigh.

I guess I did owe him that one.

"Thank you for catching me." I say, looking to the side as a blush came onto my cheeks. As much as I hated to admit it he did save me.

I slowly look at him and I see shock on his face, a blush hinting his cheeks as well.

I guess that's not his usual thing, saving people.

"J-just don't do it again.......I'll come back later. Go to sleep." He says and walks out flustered.

Did I make him like that??

More importantly, why was he making me feel just as flustered??