Brown Eyed Girl

Chapter 3

"YOU CHEATER." Harry practically screamed at me.

"I DID NO SUCH THING. YOU JUST SUCK." I warned him! I told him he was going to lose, but did he listen? NO. NOT MY PROBLEM.

"WHATEVER, CLAIRE. YOU JUST WON'T ADMIT THAT I WOULD'VE WON HAD YOU PLAYED FAIR."

"NO, HARRY. YOU JUST WON'T ADMIT THAT MY MOVES ARE BETTER THAN YOURS." This screaming match had gone on long enough. If he doesn't admit that I'm a better dancer right now, then I'm leaving. We'll see if he finally admits it then.

"THERE'S NO WAY YOU'RE A BETTER DANCER THAN ME." Commence opperation Get Harry To Feel Bad So He Admits I'm A Better Dancer, or GHTFBSHAIABD. Man, I come up with the worst acronyms.

After he shouted at me, I turned and walked away. Well, he better follow me, because otherwise I'll just look like a shallow fool. Maybe I should've thought this one through...

"Claire! Claire, wait! I'm sorry, you're a way better dancer than me. I just didn't want to admit it. I'm so sorry, forgive me? I had no idea you would get upset. Please, I'm sorry." YES. MY PLAN WORKED PERFECTLY.

I turned around to face him, my face looking very serious. "I don't know, Harry. I was really upset." Hehe, I should be an actress.

"Please, Claire, I'll do anything." Anything? You shouldn't have said that, Harry.

"Hmm... I don't know. I'll think about forgiving you. In the mean time... PIGGY BACK RIDE TO THE ICE CREAM." Haha, let's see if he really will do anything.

"Hop on!" Man, I've got Harry whipped! *wink*

"Onward, my trusty steed!" That's right, look who's going all Shrek and Donkey on you.

"Trusty steed? Really?"

"I could've called you something worse, so suck it up." Harry took off towards the ice cream machines on deck 11, with me still on his back.

"Yeah, right. I may not have known you for that long, but I do know that you're a goody-two shoes. You would never call me anything awful, and you know it." That's a good point. I hardly ever curse, and when I do, I'm super pissed.

"Okay, whatever. So what if I'm a good person? You got a problem with that, Styles?"

"Nope, not at all. But, hey, after we eat our ice cream, we should go get ready for dinner, yeah?" Crap, I forgot about dinner.

"Yeah, my mom would be mad if I missed the first dinner on the boat." We finished our ice creams in silence. "Well, I'll see ya later, yeah? Come to the club ASAP!"

"Of course! Wouldn't miss it for the world, Claire."

"Good! Now, my mom is gonna freak if I don't get back to the room right now, so bye, Harry!"

"Bye, Claire."

I made my way back to my room with just enough time to get ready for dinner. How's that for good timing? My mom didn't even have a spaz attack! I'm so proud of her. *fake sniffles*

My family and I made our way to the restaurant we were scheduled to eat at that night. Immediately, we were led to our table, number 35, to be exact. Once we got our drinks, a family came and sat at the table next to ours. I didn't bother looking at them, why would I care about random strangers, right? STRANGER DANGER. All of a sudden, I felt someone staring at me. Ugh, I hate when people stare at me like an idiot. I KNOW I'M UGLY, OKAY. I looked up to glare at whoever was eyeing me up to find a smirk on the culprit's face. I immediately turned that frown upside down when I got a good look at the "stranger".

"Hello, Harry. Fancy seeing you here."

"Good evening, Claire. I hope you're enjoying your dinner. I know I am." He winked after that, making me blush like crazy, even though he was most likely commenting on how fabulous the food was most definitely going to be.