Brown Eyed Girl

Chapter 2

I probably looked like a fish, the way I was opening and closing my mouth out of shock.

Attractive. Real attractive, Claire.

"Erm, hi?" Wow, I'm two for two! Is this a test to see how awkward I can be?

"Haha, hello, love." Oh man, his British voice is as lovely as he is. Wait, what? Did I really just think that? Awesome.

"You're British!" Nice one, Claire. I bet he didn't know that.

"You're American!" I should've seen that one coming. Come on, Claire. Think of something smart to say.

"Really? I had no clue! Thanks for letting me know." After that little phrase, I gave him a wink, so now he thinks I have a sense of humor.

"Anytime, love. By the way, I'm Harry. Harry Styles."

"The name's Ryan. Claire Ryan."

"Oh, so now you're going James Bond on me?"

"Oh, yes. SECRET AGENT MAN." I sang him a little exerpt from Secret Agent Man, because I felt it was necessary. You can't say James Bond without breaking into song.

"Haha, you're hilarious! Anyways, how old are you, Claire?"

"I'm sixteen, and you?"

"Same!"

"Really? Do you want to go check out our club then?" On this ship, teens ages 14-17 have their own club they can go to if they want to hang out and have a good time.

"Sure! Do you know how to get there? My mum told me, but I didn't really pay attention." Oh, Harry. This is Claire Ryan you're talking to. Of course I know where we're going. *wink*

"Of course! And if, for some reason, we get lost, we could just wander around until we find it. Or we could give up right now and get an ice cream."

"How about we get an ice cream, and then wander around, trying to find the club." Wow. That's actually a great idea. I feel dumb.

"Alright, I think the ice cream is this way."

We made our way around the pool deck until we came across two machines with a total of six different flavors of ice cream.

"CHOCOLATE VANILLA SWIRL. WOOHOO." What? I love me some swirled ice cream!

"WHAT? Everybody knows Strawberry Lemon is the best flavor there is!"

"In your dreams, Styles. Chocolate Vanilla Swirl is the greatest thing known to people."

"Whatever. Now, let's get our ice cream so we can go to the club."

"Fiiiiiiiiiine, if you insist. You're just jealous that my favorite is better than your favorite."

"More for me! Now let's go!" He had a good point. If more people like my flavor, then there's going to be less for me! This is not good. Anyways, we really did need to get going if we wanted to get to the club at a good time. Besides, I liked spending time with Harry. Wait, what? I just met this kid, so there's no way I'm already starting to like him. No freaking way. Right?

"Come on!" I grabbed his hand and we took off down the stairs. Once we made it to deck 4, we ran outside onto the walking track, and took off, following the signs that led us to our club. Apparently, we had to go up more stairs to deck 5, because you could only use the deck 5 entrance if you were handicapped, and neither of us were.

When we walked into the club, there were only about 8 other people in the room. I saw that one of the people was a fake barbie type girl, and I immediatly didn't like her. She was practically eye-raping Harry, and sending daggers towards me. Well, who pissed in her Cherios?

"Hello, I'm Harry Styles, and this is Claire Ryan." Thank you, Harry, for breaking this awkward silence.

"Hi, I'm Haley James. Are you mute?" First of all, she just purred at Harry. Secondly, she just asked me if I was mute. What?

"Um, no, I'm very capable of talking on my own." Obviously.

"Then why did you make Harry introduce you?" What the actual heck.

"I didn't. He introduced me without asking. Is that a problem?" Seriously.

"Sure. Harry, do you want to go to the pool with me?" What?

"Erm, no thanks. I just came from the pool with Claire, and I really don't want to go back." YES. He just denied plastic! Woohoo! Point Claire!

"Ugh, whatever. I'll get you sometime. Just you wait." With that, she got up, and walked out. Um, okay?

There was an awkward silence after that, but it wasn't very long, because I burst out laughing. After a few minutes, I was finally able to control myself. Harry had a really confused look on his face.

"What? That was hilarious. She freaked out because you didn't go to the pool with her, and then said she'll get you. I mean, how desperate is this chick? I thought the whole thing was quite funny."

"I still can't believe she asked if you were mute. I mean, what?"

"I know! She was shooting daggers at me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead on the floor."

"Haha, I noticed that!" Right about then, a worker came over and handed us new room keys, except they were all fancy looking with a new design, showing everyone that we were teenagers. They were pretty spiffy looking, if I do say so myself.

"Hey Claire. I challenge you to a Just Dance battle." Oh, Harry. You have no idea what you just did.

"Bring it, Styles. I hope you don't mind losing to a girl."

"Whatever, Ryan. I pick first song! We're doing Rasputin."

"Alright, but I have to warn you. I'm the master at this song."

With that, we began an insane Just Dance battle that lasted for, um, a few hours. Of course, I ended up winning. I warned him, didn't I?!