Captain Styles *UNEDITED VERSION*

Chapter 33

Isabella's POV:

Harry and I were now making our way down to the lower level of the deck where we were last time. The memory of us dancing and goofing off the last time the crew 'celebrated' floated into my mind and I couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks, looking down at me while we walked with a small frown. "I'm definitely not drinking, that was the worst experience I've ever had." I mutter and Harry laughs, shaking his head at me.

"Sure, you say that now. Let's see how long that lasts." he teases me and I give him a glare before rolling my eyes. I'm definitely not going to drink again. I told myself that last time, and I intend to keep it that way.

We reach the back room and Harry opens the door for me, letting me walk in before he follows. The cheers erupt from all the crew that were already there, Harry laughing and raising his fist into the air triumphantly.

"We're now the most feared pirates in the world!" Harry shouts and the crew yells out in approval and excitement, obviously liking the fact. "Is that something to brag about?" I ask Harry and he shrugs.

"Dunno, but at least people like me." he says with a cheesy smile and I can't help but laugh at him. "Come on, Bella, we're going to have fun." he tells me and I nod my head, letting him lead me over to a stand. I don't know Harry's definition of 'fun', but I sure hope that it doesn't involve...

My thoughts go down the drain as I see Harry get a mug of rum, a big smile plastered on his face. Drinking... I think with a sigh and put a hand to my forehead. "And just how is this fun?" I ask him and he begins to gulp the rum down before answering me.

"Because we won't really know what happens! C'mon, Bella, loosen up." he teases me and holds out a mug to me. "I'll pass." I say with a roll of my eyes and he frowns at me. "You're no fun." he mutters, drinking the rest of his mug before grabbing another one.

Ten minutes later, over half of the crew is drunk and doing hilarious things that they're unaware of. Harry was having an argument with the wall, Niall and Louis were attempting to dance, and others were scattered around the floor, passed out or barely awake and talking to imaginary things.

I walk up to Harry, tapping him on the shoulder but he doesn't really notice me. "No, you listen here. She's mine, no one else's." he slurs, hitting the wall with his fist and I can't help but smile at him.

"Harry!" I yell and he turns to me, a sluggish smile coming to his face. "Bella! You're here! Have a drink, please." he begs me, holding out his half empty mug and I let out a sigh. "Harry, I don't want to drink." I say as nice as I could but he only frowns at me.

"Are you too much of a baby to do it?" he asks me and I narrow my eyes. "No, I'm not!" I retort and a smirk comes to his face. "I think you are. Bella's a wimp! She can't handle even a mug of rum!" he chants and I hear the crew chuckle some, which only made me more irritated.

"Fine, you want me to drink so badly? You'll have to force me to." I say, knowing that in his drunken state, he wouldn't be able to do a thing. Harry smiles, bringing himself off of the wall and crossing his arms.

"I can force you." he mutters, taking a few steps towards me before falling forward. I gasp, catching him in my arms before he could fall to the ground. His drink spilled on the floor and he dropped the mug, making me let out a groan. "And you said I wouldn't be able to handle some rum." I mutter and drape one of his arms over my shoulder, picking him up.

"Stingy." he mumbles and I giggle, half dragging him out of the room. "Come on Harry, we're going to bed, you obviously need to rest." I say and he mutters something I couldn't hear, but I kept going nonetheless.

I drag him out onto the deck, the nice cool air of the night blowing in my face. I let out a sigh, letting the wind blow my hair away from my neck. Harry looks at me, his eyes fixated on my face. "What?" I ask and he smiles.

"You're so pretty." he purrs and I feel a blush coming onto my face. Even though he was drunk, he still says these things. I ignore him and drag him to our room, opening the door and putting him on the bed before going back and closing it.

"So much for that celebration, huh Harry? You didn't even last thirty minutes." I scold him with a smile and he looks at me from his sitting position on the bed, his eyes slightly glazed over and an innocent look on his face.

"Either way, you still cheered me up. Even if all you did was get drunk and let me laugh at you." I say giggling at him and he smiles at me lazily.

"I have something for you, Bella." he says and I raise an eyebrow at him, knowing that he didn't really have anything for me. He was just drunk, so he thought he had something for me. That's all.

Despite knowing that, I walked over to him, looking down at him with an amused look. "What is it?" I ask and he smiles at me. "Come closer, it's a secret." he whispers and I giggle, leaning down to him. He leans by my ear and lets out a breath before telling me.

"It's actually something I've had to say. I don't actually have something." he says and I find myself laughing, nodding to him. "Tell me." I say, thoroughly amused by this.

"I love you." he whispers in my ear and I feel my heart stop. I freeze, not knowing what to say as I pull away from him, watching as he laughs at me and gives me a drunken smile before he falls back on the bed.

He's drunk. He's drunk. He doesn't even know what he's saying. Besides, he was laughing at me, it was obviously just a joke. There's no way that Harry would love someone like me, right? This can't be true...or is it?

"Come lay down by me." Harry murmurs, patting the bed and giving me a lazy look. Without saying a word, I go beside him, laying down on the bed and watching him stare at me.

"You're so pretty." he purrs again, repeating what he had said to me before. I smile at him, sticking my hand out to remove the hair that had fallen in his face. However, whenever I went to remove my hand, Harry caught it, bringing it back to the side of his face.

He looked serious now, although I could still see the glazed look in his eyes. He reached his other arm out and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him. I let out a gasp as our bodies touched, almost too close for comfort. My cheeks were red as I looked up, Harry's face inches away from mine.

"My pretty Bella." he whispers and I feel my heart pounding in my chest as he puts a hand on the side of my face, his thumb gently rubbing my cheek. "H-Harry..." I stutter, not knowing how to deal with him like this. He's always been pretty forward, but not like this.

He starts to lean in and my eyes widen. Before I could say anything else to him, he put his lips on mine, closing the gap between us. My eyes were wide as I felt his lips pressing against mine, but I soon let my eyes close, letting my feelings take over.

Harry gently pulls me closer to him as we kiss and I put my hands against his chest. I finally break away, pushing against him to put some distance between us. My cheeks were red and I felt my heart beating a hundred miles an hour in my chest.

Harry and I just...kissed.

Harry lays his head down on the pillow, his eyes closing before he seems to pass out. He's still holding me and won't let me go, so I lay my head beside his, staring at his face with wide eyes.

I let him kiss me. I didn't do anything to stop him, and he was drunk to top it off. Will he even remember that he kissed me when he wakes up tomorrow? But more importantly, why do I feel like this?

Why did I enjoy kissing him?

They finally kissed! Okay, a drunken kiss doesn't really count, does it? Haha anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter!! Please continue to Comment and Vote!