Captain Styles *UNEDITED VERSION*

Chapter 12

Isabella's POV:

"Wake up, Bella." A voice murmured in my ear and I grunted, turning over away from the voice before snuggling in the pillow. I still had a headache from drinking last night (worst mistake I've ever made) and I didn't want to deal with people this early in the morning, so whoever it was could back off.

A deep chuckle was heard throughout the room and I buried my head deeper into the pillow, tugging my blankets up over my head to drown out whoever this person was who was disrupting my much needed sleep.

"Bella, you better get up." the voice sang in a teasing tone and I huffed, ignoring the voice. Like I said earlier, they can BACK. OFF. I'm sleeping now.

"Bella, if you don't get up, I'm going to make you get up." the voice, that I've now recognized as Harry's, taunted me and I grunted again. "Don't touch me." I mutter and I hear him laugh.

"I have a feeling you know that I don't take orders." he coos, grabbing my shoulders and trying to turn me towards him. "Noooo." I whined, pushing his hands away from me and shuffling over to the far side of the bed, away from him.

He laughed again, clearly amused by this. There's nothing funny about this. I'm trying to sleep and you won't let me. I thought bitterly, my eyes staying closed as I heard movement around the room.

Just as I was about to fall back asleep, two hands gripped my forearms and yanked me up, making me yelp in surprise, my eyes flying open to be met with none other than Harry's smirking face. "I told you to get up." he says amused, his eyes holding humor in them.

"And I told you not to touch me." I grumble grumpily and he laughs, dropping me back on the bed, making me land with an 'oomf'. "Why did you wake me up? It's too early." I whine again and he raises his eyebrows at me. "Really? You call sleeping in till three early?" he asks sarcastically and my eyes grow wide.

"THREE??" I nearly screech and he nods his head at me. "Yes, Sleeping Beauty, you've been asleep all day long." he comments and my mouth drops. "That's strange, I never sleep in that late." I mutter and he scoffs.

"Maybe because you've never had a drink before." he says amused and I give him a glare, my stubborn side coming into play. "I have to had a drink!" I protest and a smile grows on his face. "Oh really?" he asks and I look down at my hands, huffing.

"Okay, maybe I haven't." I mumble and he chuckles, nodding to me. "That's what I thought." he says and I frown at him. "Why are you making fun of me?" I ask and he smirks at me. "Because when you just wake up, you're absolutely adorable and so much fun to mess with." he says and I blush when he calls me adorable.

"Sh-shut up." I mutter and he laughs, coming up to me and grabbing my chin, tilting my head up so that I was looking into his eyes. "Exactly what I mean. You're adorable." he says again and my blush gets deeper, his smirk growing as he sees what his words do to me.

I push his hand away with a blush, making him smirk at me. I get up, sidestepping him and trying to walk away, but of course, grace and luck aren't on my side as I trip over my foot and go crashing to the ground. I faceplant on the floor, my arms sprawled out in front of me as I hit.

Harry bursts into laughter and I groan, rolling around onto my back and holding my face because 1-that's a really hard floor, and 2-I just embarrassed myself even further in front of Harry. "Oh Bella, you crack me up." he says laughing and I remove my hands from my face to see him bending over laughing as hard as he could.

I actually admired the way he was laughing, it made him look years younger and so much happier than he seemed to be when he addressed his crew. It was like I was seeing a whole different side to him, one that I only got to experience...and for that, I felt special.

But still, I didn't want his laughter directed at me.

"Shut up Harry!" I yell, still embarrassed that I tripped. I never have been the most graceful person in the world, especially in the mornings. He put his hand over his mouth, trying to suppress his laughter as he saw my pouting face. Amusement danced in his eyes as he stares at me, debating on what to say.

"Sorry Bells, it's just hilarious." he says and begins to snicker at me. "It's not funny." I pout, crossing my arms over my knees and bringing them up to my chest, hugging them tightly as I hid my face in my knees. To say I was embarrassed would be an understatement.

"Aww, babe, don't be like that." he says, still trying to stop his laughter and I just huff, not moving from my position. He made fun of me, so I'm going to make him feel really bad about laughing at me. That's just how it's going to work. And here's going to have to deal with it.

"Bella?" He asks me gently, his feet padding over until he was standing behind me. Why is he behind me? The next thing I knew, he was sitting down behind me, his legs on either side of my body as he pulled me into his arms. I let out a gasp as I fell onto his chest, trying to turn around in his arms as I stared up at him with wide eyes.

"Please don't be mad at me." He says, pouting his lower lip out at me. I can't help the small smile that appears on my face by his childishness, and I nod my head slowly. "Only if you don't do it again." I warn him and he chuckles at me, tugging me closer to him.

"Can't make any promises." He whispers in my ear and I huff. "That's not fair." I mutter and he smirks at me. "Come along, Bella. I have something for you to do today." He says, standing up with me still in his arms.

"You like holding me, don't you?" I ask him, noticing how he's always holding on to me in some manner. Not that I was complaining...I just wasn't used to it very much. So it was still a bit of a shocker.

To my surprise, a faint blush appears on his face at my question. Hah! Now he's the one blushing! "I guess you could say I do. I like the way you feel in my arms." He says in all seriousness, a smile gracing his face. Crap, now I'm blushing again.

"O-oh." I stutter and he just smiles at me, taking my hand and leading me to the door. "Come on, I want to show you how to do something." He says and I raise my eyebrow at him skeptically, not really knowing what I would be shown.

"It's nothing bad." He teases me when he sees my expression and I roll my eyes. "That's what they all say." I mutter and he leads me onto the deck and towards the left end of it. As soon as I see what's there I stop, Harry's hand slipping from mine as he turns to me with a small grin. I gave him a hard glare before crossing my arms.

"Aww hell no."