Brown Eyed Girl

Chapter 7

HARRY'S POV

What have I done.

I just told Claire that I love her. Sure, she might have not heard me because she was almost asleep, but still. One does not simply admit ones feelings randomly when you don't know how the one you like feels.

Claire and I were still lying on the towel on the top deck, and I didn't think it was such a great idea if we slept here for the night. I should probably take her back to her room. Although, her parents probably wouldn't care if she didn't come home tonight. They were pretty calm all throughout her hospitalization. If I were her father, I wouldn't let her out of the room any more than absolutely necessary. She wouldn't be allowed to go out with boys, because one of them might hurt her like Bryce did.

Bryce.

Just the thought of him makes my blood boil. I wish he was dead. He would never be able to hurt anyone ever again. Just the thought of him doing this to another girl like Claire makes me want to vomit. People like him should be locked away, never to see the light ever again. He'll get what he deserves, though. Which is not Claire, by the way.

Claire doesn't deserve to have to be with that arse. She deserves way better. I could be the one who protects her from all bad things. I could be the one she calls up when she's had a bad day, because she knows that I'll make her smile. I could be the one she curls up with when she wants to have a lazy day. I could be the one to love her.

Earlier, Claire was so worried that we'd forget about each other once the cruise is over and we go back home. Silly Claire. I love you. There's no way I'd ever be able to forget about you. You're my first, and last, love. Nobody else could ever compare.

I looked over at Claire and noticed that she was starting to get cold. Not on my watch. Time to take her back to the room! Ehh, she can sleep with me tonight. I'll have my mum call over to the Ryans' room, so they don't worry. I scooped Claire up bridal style and took off. Man, she's so light. And she eats all the time! Just another reason why she's perfect. We made it back to the room shortly. I walked in and layed Claire down on the bed we had napped on earlier.

"Hey, Mum. Mind if Claire sleeps here with me tonight? I figured it's too late to take her back, and I was hoping you could call over to her room to let her parents know. I don't want them to worry."

"Sure, Harry, that's fine. Does she need her bandages changed? I can do that for you."

"Alright, thanks Mum. I'm just going to get changed. Tell me when its safe for me to come back in!"

"Aw, look who's being a gentleman. That's very considerate of you, leaving the room while I get her changed. I'm sure Gem won't mind if Claire borrows some pjs, right?"

"Yeah, Gemma likes Claire! She'll be okay with it."

"Alright, now, shoo!" I walked into the bathroom, and changed out of my clothes. I wonder if it would be weird if I slept in my boxers? Hmm, maybe. Eh, better safe than sorry, yeah? Pajama pants it is. I brushed my teeth to pass the time. What takes girls so long to get ready? I guess they do have more clothes to take on and off. And girls generally worry more about their appearances, even to go to bed. I've always found it rather strange, but oh well. Besides, Claire isn't the prissy type like most girls back in Holmes Chappel. They always wear super low-cut shirts, and skirts that show half of their bums, but Claire prefers t-shirts and jeans. And, she doesn't cake herself in makeup like they do. She's naturally perfect.

"Harry, you can come out now."

"Thanks, Mum." I walked out of the bathroom and over to the bed, where Claire was already under the covers.