Moments

Chapter 22

22

George(the evil manager working for Brooke's father)'s POV

I give up on the door and run the other way. I immediately go to Louis forming the plan Brooke's father gave me. I burst through the door and give him a very grieved expression. Louis raises an eyebrow and sits up in his chair clearly concerned. "What's wrong?" He asks me.

I sigh sadly, "We need to talk, Mr Tomlinson..." I trail off pulling out the chair beside him.

I sit down intertwining my fingers on top of the dining table. "It's about Brooke... And Harry. I found Harry in bed with one of the women passengers. I still can't find Brooke." Louis' head snapped up immediately. "No... Harry isn't a manwhore." I sigh, "Louis, it was a model by the name of Sofia." I lied. He sighs, "Harry couldn't do that to Brooke..." He trails off. "But he did... What should I do with Brooke?" I ask in disgust.

I really hate Brooke. "Can you... Nicely tell her? I don't think it fair that she doesn't know." I nod giving him a sympathetic look. "That's a very honourable decision." I say standing up and going out of the room. I call for some officers to find them. Brooke will never want to see Harry ever again.

Harry's POV

We ran through the mine works screaming and hollering about. We were having so much fun! I grabbed onto her hand and pulled her through a door that led to the storage room. We walked through and all around us were boxes, cars and other items people wanted to bring with them to America. Brooke walked up to a very expensive looking limo. She cleared her through and I walked over, opening the door for her. She smiles nodding at me politely.

She slips inside the limo and I laugh closing the door. I sit in the drivers seat and honk the horn. Brooke laughs and rolls down the window that separated us. "Where to, Miss Valmony?" I ask trying an American accent. It failed. She laughed and came close to my ear. "The stars." I roll my eyes. "You're so cheesy-" she cuts me off by grabbing my arms and pulling me through the gap. I laugh kicking my legs off the seat to help her and we collapse on the soft leather seats in the back of the limo.

She smiled gently as I pulled her close. I smiled back innocently. I grabbed her hands in mine and intertwined our fingers, staring deep into her brown eyes. She stared back into my green eyes just as intensely. Something suddenly flashed through her eyes. She looked to our hands and pulled mine to her lips. She placed very soft kisses on them. She sucks on my fingers a bit looking up at me curiously and I gulp silently.

She pulls my hand over her chest, "Lay your hands on me, Harry..." She requests. I press my lips to hers passionately and my hand moves down to her waist. I explore her mouth and her hand pulls up to my back and she pulls me down so she's on her back and I climb on top of her. I pull back a bit, "Are you sure?" I ask worriedly. She smiles, "I've never been so sure... I love you, Harry." She brings me back down.

(YEAH... YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT HAPPENS... SKIPPING TO NEXT SCENE)

I pull back up and sit up on my hands panting heavily. Brooke was panting as well as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I move back down and kiss her softly. "Are you okay?" I ask concerned. She smiles nodding. "Um... Brooke?" I ask biting my lip. "Yes?" "Was that your first time?" "Sort of." I blush, "That was my first time." She raised her eyebrows in shock. "But you're famous and... Well you know..." She trails off. I shrug, "I just thought I'd tell you that. It's kind of embarrassing though."

I blush even deeper and she smiles kissing me gently. "You are amazing." She said which made me melt inside. I kiss her again with such passion, "I love you so much." I confess resting my head on her chest. "You're trembling, Harry..." She worried. "I'm fine... Was just a little nervous." Suddenly something caught our attention. A flashlight being flashed around. We dart up and grab our clothes. She pulls her on quickly and I do as well.

The windows were steamed it was so hot inside now... I opened the door quietly and we slip out of the limo. We quietly run out the backdoor as officers searched around. We ran up the stairs as fast as possible. I grab her hand at the top and swing her back so she was in my arms. We both burst out laughing. "Oh lord..." She gasps out of breath from running an laughing hysterically. "Can you imagine their faces when they look inside that car?" I laugh.

She blushes, "Oh my gosh, I'd die to see their faces right now. But now I'm kind of sad." She sighs sadly. I raise an eyebrow. "Why?" I ask curious. Why would she be sad? I hate when Brooke is sad. "Because they ruined the moment." She smiles gently. I grin wrapping my arms around her and I slam my lips to hers fiercely. She giggles lightly wrapping her arms around me. "Wait Harry..." She stops me and I bite my bottom lip nervously. Did she not like that? I worry extremely.

What if she doesn't like me?!? "What is it?" I ask her. "When the ship docks in America... I'm running away from my father. But, I want to go with you. I choose you." She says. My eyes widen and I laugh, "This is crazy!" I say excitedly. She nods chuckling. "It doesn't make any sense." She agrees wrapping her arms back around me and kissing me again. I grin kissing back. I lift her up and spin her around laughing. I'm completely head over heals I swear.

We hear cheers and look up to see Niall and Zayn cheering us on along with some of the crew. We laugh and go back to kissing and try to forget about them. They gave us some privacy and I suddenly heard a loud bell banging against some silver. We pull apart once again confused. What is that? I wonder and suddenly the ship jerks sharply. I push Brooke from the side protectively and we both turn around and our eyes widen. This can't be happening...

They said it'd be impossible for this to happen again... But as the iceberg struck the side of the ship, I knew it was happening. The ship burst into shivers as the floors shook violently. As it passed, Brooke and I ran to the side of the ship. We look out and it had taken a chunk of the ship. This iceberg was humongous. Larger than what I imagined from the Titanic even. My heart begins to race. Does this mean... The Emerald will sink...