Ashton:
It was called the ship of dreams and it was. And he made it even better. Your parents had bought you second class tickets on the luxury liner, Titanic. Ashton Irwin was the steward that attended to your room. It was a love a first sight moment, but your aunt wouldn't have it.
"You're a young woman of a rich, high social class family. You can't be seen sneaking aorund with the help. Think of how people would talk! It would ruin you my love." She told you the first night at dinner as she watched you oggle over his cute curly hair.
"Yes, auntie." You said as you sat up staright and returned to your pureed turnips.
But nothing that evil witch said was going to stop you from messing around with this boy. It started that night, the moment the witch went to sleep, you snuck out and met Ashton. It was a pattern that occured every night, until tonight.
It was 12:03, April 14th 1912. The cold artic air chilled your shoulders, you rub your hands up and down your arm, shivering slightly.
"You cold baby?" Ashton asks, hazel eyes gleaming in the dark night.
"Yeah." You say as he slips his sweater over your shoulders.
As you walk along the deck, you both notice a large black object floating in the water near the side up the ship. The boat rocks back and forth, as if somethings being dragged along the side. This happens for about a minute, before you turn to Ashton.
"What the hell was that?" You ask.
"I don't know."
Michael:
You cuddled into your boyfriends chest. He was warm and cuddly, you loved days like this, when he was home and you could relax and veg out in front of the TV.
"Can we watch Titanic?" You ask excitedly.
"Sure. I've never seen it." Michael laughs at your excitment.
"What? This is the best movies in the history of movies! It's my favourite!" You say as you put the disc into the DVD player and return to the couch.
The movie was great, Michael laughed and cried and made comments like:
"Haha! Their names are Sven and Olaf! Just like frozen babe!"
"Why is Rose tired of that lifestyle? It seems fun!"
"Gross! Y/N, he's teaching her to spit!"
At the part where Rose is on the door and the boat is coming back, you look up at your boyfriend to see his face. You could tell something was wrong when he stopped commenting every five seconds. Sure enough, he's crying.
"Babe are you crying?" You laugh slightly.
"Yes, I am okay, but it's punk rock. He said never let go and she let go. They were supposed to get amrried and start a litlle family and have Jose babies." He says as he sobs hard.
"Jose?" You ask confused.
"It's their ship name." He says sobbing some more.
You laugh and hug him. "My poor Punk Rock boyfriend." You shake your head.
Luke:
You never liked London, you were only there for your husband. CEO of a big international company. He couldn't go anywhere with out you, you're his good luck charm.
You hold the hand of your two year old son as he toddles along up the ramp behind you. He's interested in the boat. It's the biggest boat you've ever seen.
"Come on, love. It's almost time for his nap. We need to get to our room." Luke says from a few feet ahead of you, talking to the ticket officer.
"I'm coming. Come on sweetie." You say as you pick your son up onto your hip.
Luke takes your son and enter Titanic, then turns around and hold his hand out for you. you take it and step over the ledge carefully. The moment you're safely on the ship, he hands you back the baby, grabs your hand and walks down one of the many different hallways.
"This way to first class, love."
"Lucas Hemmings, I said no more traveling first class, everyone there is stuck up."
"I'm sorry baby, I just want the best for my beautiful wife."
You recah a door and Luke pulls out a key opening the door for you as you step in and admire the room. The beautiful dark green wallpaper with light green accents is gorgeous. The two beds look comfier then sleeping on a cloud. You put down your toddler.
He wanders around the room, going to touch everything. Luke comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder.
"Luke. The baby is awake." You say as he pouts. A knock on the door makes you jump.
"That'll be the steward with our bags."
Calum:
You'd both been up all night. The moment the news came in that the Titanic had sunk, youd cried into each others shoulders.
"But she's supposed to be unsinkable. Our daughter is safe, I promise you, Y/N." Calum kept saying.
Your daughter had been staying with your parents in Scotland for the past two months. She and a kind younger woman from Calum's bank had been traveling back from Scotland on the Titanic. Never in a million years would you have thunk that the man made ship would sink. She was unsinkable, everyone knew. You kept reading your daughters last letter to you.
Dear mother,
We just boarded the Titanic! Mrs. Jameson says this'll be the last chance I get to write to you before I get home. I had a great time with Gramps and Gran. I learned lots and saw many beautiful sights. The Titanic is the most beautiful sight I've seen so far though! It's huge! There's a gym and a pool and several different promanade decks! There's even a dog kenel! I'm happy to be coming home, I miss you and father dearly.
I'll see you soon,
lots of love,
Your/daughter.
It made you cry hard, you wanted nothing more than you're baby girl to be safe.
