Harry styles is the captain of the ship Lone Star. He was turned and, with the help of other vampires, he was able to take over the fleet of vampire filled ships. He swore to take revenge on the prince that made him end up in this situation.
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Louis POV:
I was woken up by the dull throbbing in the back of the head. It wasn't painful but it wasn't a thing you could ignore once you realized it's there. Nevertheless, I groaned loudly as I lifted my hand to rub on the painful spot.
As soon as my hand made contact with the wound, it hurt and I could feel something wet surrounding it. I allowed myself to look at the room I'm in and was momentarily worried and shocked. The room did not resemble the one I share with my father, it's a huge space that had some empty or seemed to be empty crates in a corner. There was a partition in another corner that had some clothes resting on the top of it, I tried to remember who wears a blue and yellow shirt but came up blank.
I sighed and soon realized that I'm laying on a mattress, it wasn't a comfy one but it's a mattress, a thing you can lay on. I forgot what I was doing and decided to lay back on it. I moaned as my back relaxed at the soft feeling of the lumpy stuffing. I was too distracted by the feeling of something that's not wood on my back that I didn't hear the sound of a door opening.
I only realized that someone is in the room when I couldn't brush off the feeling that I was being watched. And as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Harry leaning by the partition that had clothes on it, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at me with an expressionless face.
I gulped as I slowly sat up. My brain worked in connecting the dots that this is probably Harry's room. I quickly decided to break the thick tension, "w-what happened to me?"
He sighed as he pushed himself away from the wall. I sat as still as I could, for a reason I didn't know.
"Someone in the crew thought you were running away. I am not proud to say that he threw a bag filled with sand and pebbles at you." He said.
I was confused and wanted to roll my eyes at how stupid this crew guy was. Before I knew it I couldn't hold my thought back "how stupid can he get? Where am I supposed to run off to when the closest piece of land is at least two days away."
I grimaced as the words rolled out of my tongue when Harry didn't react in either a negative or a positive way. I looked awkwardly around the room, hoping to find something to say when I remembered that I can leave the room and go back to my father.
I made up my mind to leave. I stood up from the low bed. I could feel my face heating up and my heartbeats race at the prospect of having to pass Harry to get out of the room. I felt like my footing was not right, that the way I was walking seemed wrong with how much I worried over maybe tripping and falling in front of him or the possibility of him saying something that I did not want to hear. I just managed to pass him, I didn't even get the chance to sigh in relief when I felt a big, cold and skinny hand enclose on my shoulder. I could feel my heart plummeting to my stomach.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I-I just wanted to check on my father," I said in hesitation.
