to the stars (Camren titanic AU)

5. "Dorito boy"

Lauren's pov

"She looks like a princess"

"Huh?" – Dinah asked, the expression on her face giving away her confusion.

"I said she looks like a princess-No, wait. A beautiful princess."

"Lauren, are you sure you are feeling okay?" Normani asked concerned.

I felt Dinah's hand reaching to touch my forehead in search of a sign of fever, something that might be making me delusional somehow. I smacked the hand away, causing her to flinch and take her place back next to Niall and Normani. We'd been waiting for dinner to be ready, but when it was I refused to go. This only gave one more reason for Dinah to be worried, and I clearly understood why. I was not myself after the events of that day.

They were staying in the room with me. "If we leave you alone you'll go crash into the First Class area." they'd said. And I have to admit, they were right. Dinah took every opportunity to whine about how hungry she was, but in all honesty, it was the little shit's fault for preventing me from going after my mysterious girl.

Niall and Normani were there for the sake of being there. Niall claim'd he wasn't hungry even though the sounds coming out from his stomach suggested otherwise. He was sitting on his  bed, right next to a still dazzled Dinah who was staring at normani again. Who giggled at Dinah's face as they sat together chatting, right across from me. I'd claimed Dinah's bed as mine for the moment, lying on my stomach and rambling about this girl over and over again. Niall and Normani listened intrigued, as if Niall didn't remember I'd just told him the same story a few moments before. Dinah impossibly frustrated with the same story, head buried in her hands well Normani tried to peel them away laughing at the Polynesian girl.

"Of course I'm not okay, Dinah. I'm rejecting a delicious dinner. Of course I bet these are the left overs from those first class twats." I said gesturing to our meals tossing my plate to the side burying my head into my hands.

"The left overs from your first class beautiful princess, you mean." Normani teased raising a brow.

"Shut the fuck up, Normani." I said into my hands.

"Okay, that's it" – Dinah said, standing up in the little space we had in-between our two sets of bunk beds – "Let's go."

"Let's go...where?" I asked raising my head up.

"Let's go have dinner and get you back to normal." She said sternly holding out a hand.

"Yeah, you know, I don't think that's gonna work." I said lightly slapping her hand.

"Guy's " – I heard fingers snapping and suddenly I was being dragged out of bed and onto Niall's shoulder, walking out of the room.

"Put me down, you potato farmer!" – I yelled, making a few heads turn into our directions and point, laughing at us. We looked ridiculous, I was sure. A couple of little shit's named Dinah and Normani guiding a grown up man who carried a kicking and pissed as fuck girl on his left shoulder – "You guy's are so dead!" I said giving up the fight.

As soon as my feet made contact with the floor, I tackled Niall to the floor, ready to knock him out of whatever he called reality laughing as I messed with him. Two hands drew me back, holding my fists securely behind my back. dinah went to check on Niall , who was already up and smiling – "That was fun. I've always loved football."

"Let go of me!" – I laughed out, releasing myself from the grip of Normani. My fake death stare settled on the male and female in front of me. The girl was shaking her head rolling her eyes then laughing ruffling the boy's hair as he was still smiling goofily at me.