Accidently on Purpose (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Anyone good at chapter titles?

HOLY CRAPES IM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN LIKE 2 YEARS I COULDN'T APOLOGISE MORE.

AND ALSO THIS IS NEARLY THE END OF ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE (WHICH I JUST REALISED THAT I SPELLED WRONG IN THE TITLE) AND THIS WILL PROBABLY BE THE SECOND OR THIRD LAST CHAPTER.

I'M SORRY FOR THE INCREDIBLY ABRUPT TITANIC-STYLE FINISH OF THIS STORY, BUT FINISHING IT WOULD JUST BE AN INCREDIBLY WEIGHT OFF MY SHOULDERS. 

THANKS 

~RINO~

CHAPTER 7 – Anyone Got A Good Chapter Name?

LOUIS’ POV

“Kiss me.” She says.

“Pardon?”  I ask, not too sure if I heard her correctly.

“You heard me. Kiss me.” Oh gosh.

“I-I thought you were Harry’s girl!”

“Well, I am a big fan, so I know that he has a terrible reputation of being a player, and I really don’t want a player boyfriend.” She grins. “But you, Louis.” She pokes me hard in the chest when she says you. “Have no reputation of being a player at all.” I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding in.

“Ouch, that really hurt.” I say, referring to where she poked me in the chest. “And I think I have a girlfriend.” Her expression drops.

“Oh. Ok. Well, I’m here if you need me, Louis. Perhaps I can lure you with some carrot cake.” She smiles. She has such an adorable smile. She steps away from me, and goes to sit down on the lounge.

As if on cue, we hear a knock on the door, then someone shouting, “ROOM SERVICE!” through the crack in the door. I open my eyes; I didn’t even know they were closed!

CARROT CAKE TIME! HAPPY!

LOUIS’ P.OV – Just before lunch

I see Harry in the clothing store looking at torture suits. At least he looks good in them. “What are you looking at?” I ask, as if it is not already obvious.

“Tuxedos”

“They’re called torture suits. Why do you need one?”

He laughs at my remark. “I’m going to the ball tonight, idiot.”

“Nice.”

“Decided who you are taking yet?” He asks, casually.

“Nah, Claudia told me I didn’t really have to take Zayn.” I decide not to tell him about Eleanor.

“Why don’t you take that girl who you were talking to by the pool today?” He asks. “I only saw the side of her, but she seemed REALLY familiar.”

Then everything just pours out. About Eleanor, about me going to the ball with her, about everything. Even though he already knows the first part.

“Wow. I really didn’t see that one coming!” He says, finally; but flinches, like he already knew. “Does anyone else know?”

“Yeah, only Claudia and now you.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to take her, obviously.”

“What! Why? She’s your ex, Lou! You don’t take out your ex. I found that out the hard way…”

“I’m not going to ask about that story, though I probably already know. Who are you taking?”

“Claudia, obviously.”

“My bad, I knew that!” I say, trying to sound like I had no idea who he was taking. “You two seemed close enough at the pool today!”

He shifted from foot to foot awkwardly. “Let’s go and get some lunch.” He stated bluntly, clearly wanting to change the subject quickly.

“Yeah.”

We head up to the buffet to see Niall and Liam discussing something intently over a huge plate of chips.

“What are you guys discussing?” I ask.

“Doesn’t matter.” Liam says, too quickly and cheerily to be convincing.

“We were discussing who we would take to the ball!” Niall says, confidently. Liam sighs, defeated.

“And who are you going to take to the ball?”

“I’m taking Danielle, clearly.” Liam replies.

“I didn’t know she was even on board!” Exclaims Harry.

“Oh yeah, forgot to tell you that.”

“Niall?”

“Well I wanted to take Claudia, before I saw you two all loved up before.” Harry blushes.

“My bad. I didn’t realise that you saw that.”

“Whatever. Erm, Lou, is it just me, or did I see Eleanor before?”

Louis shifted from foot to foot nervously. “Yeah, you saw her.”

“Err, why did I see her?” Niall asks.

“She pretended to be a crazed fan girl and then she… yeah.” I say, trailing off slightly at the end.

“OH! So that’s why she looked totally different, then she looked like Eleanor!”

“Yeah. Where’s Zayn?”

“HERE!” He shouted from behind me, causing me to jump about six feet in the air. Liam smirked.

“You actually didn’t realise he’s been behind you for about five minutes.” His smirk turned into a grin.

“Hi Zayn.” I walk up to the buffet with Harry and Zayn to get some food.

“HELLO!”

“Will you stop shouting!” Harry turns to face Zayn.

“BUT I LIKE SHOUTING!” He yells, earning a few dirty looks off other people at the buffet.

“Ball tonight lads.” I interrupt, changing the topic.

“And lasses.” Claudia chips in. I didn’t even realise she was there!

“Oh yeah, Zayn, Vas Happenin’ with that?”

He chuckles. “Some girl called Amelia. She seems really sweet. And hot too. I really think we should go get dressed or something.” He suggests. Zayn being Zayn, he would want to get ready and admire himself in the mirror for the four hours we had until the ball.

I sigh. “Honestly. We should hit the pool or something!”

“Nah. It’s freezing. Do you really think I want to mess my hair up in the water anyways?” Guess who asks that? Zayn? Correct.

“But you were in the water yesterday!”

“Well maybe I didn’t care about my hair yesterday!”

“That’s likely.” Niall remarks. We all crack up.

“What!”

I smirked.

HARRY’S P.O.V

I’m really sad. And depressed. I like Eleanor. Wait, no, I like her heaps and maybe I love her. But I don’t know if that’s going to upset Louis, and I don’t know who to take to the ball?

WHOA!!!! The boat rocked dramatically to the starboard side, knocking me over. Just as soon as I stand straight up, it rocks to the other side. I see Louis and Claudia running down the hallway to the rooms.

30 minutes later.

This water is absolutely freezing, and with no sight of the sunken ship or any of the band or my friends, I just want to die.

And that’s what I will do.