TITANIC Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE

     LOUIS' POV

     "Goodbye!"

“We will miss you!”

“Do not forget your luggage!”

“Come on now, we are going to be late!” a woman growls ushering her son off of a cabby.

Mindless chatter fills the grand docks that leads up to the Titanic. I jolt from the sound of the fog horn, shaking the dock of loud noise. I rush over and grab my bags from the ground, admiring the ship in front of me.

           I use all my savings to buy myself a second class ticket for a school in America. I need not worry about being penniless for when I get to university I can build a life for myself, hopefully as a singer.

           I shake my head of my dreams and look toward the Titanic. I stumble as new passengers get on quickly, looking down to say goodbye to loved ones.

“Come on, Harry,” a woman calls out quite loudly, dragging aboard a young man dressed to the nines, much like herself.

Rolling my eyes, I pull on my shirt beneath my overalls due to the tightness from it clinging to my chest. I take my luggage bag, being rather small, and pull it over my back and rush over to the ship entrance where I am greeted by a tall man in a suit. The man takes my second class ticket between my fingers.

I go to look at everyone below. The ship’s fog horn blasts as it takes off into the distance, leaving behind all source of land.

     “Goodbye,” I whispered to my beloved home.

Hundreds of people from all over come to watch the departure of the new British liner, all iron and over ninety-six feet long of luxury. It is called the R.M.S. Titanic, most known for being the unsinkable ship. She is called the ship of dreams, from her China plates to large ballrooms, her golden paint to her royal doubled staircase. She is one of the most beautiful ships and I have somehow managed to get a ticket.

Unlike everyone else who waves to the people below, I head my way below deck to settle in early and spend the evening admiring the most grand ship in the world. Right away, I notice the rich passengers mingling and taking up the passageways to the lower decks.

“Great,” I mumble, pushing through people with narrow eyes and thoughts they couldn’t keep to themselves about a passerby.

“We have to share quarters with these folks,” a woman laughs behind my back.

I turn around at her comment, but continue to walk. That’s when I hit someone. My day was already turning to shit, now I had to apologize to a wealthy person.

“Excuse you,” I slowly face the woman I hit. She is standing next to the same boy I had seen as I was boarding. His name is Harry or Henry, something like that, if my memory is accountable. The boy looks me up and down, as I do the same. He has dark curls, jade eyes and an expensive suit on. Clinging onto the boy is another girl around his age, also dressed to the nines, but of course.

I focus back on the woman I think is his mother. “I’m so sorry, ma’am---”

“Styles, Anne Styles,” the woman finishes for me with a bite to her tongue, as if I am suppose to know her name.

“Ah yes, Mrs. Styles,” I say, trying to play it cool. I put my hand out to shake hers, but she just looks at it. Laughing, I pull my hand away and apologize before smiling at the boy who simply smirks in return. I trudge to my room.