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Title: Breathe Me. - Chapter Three - Part A
Pairing: Harry/Louis (Larry Stylinson)
Summary: Neither Harry, nor Louis, knew what they were getting into when they boarded the Titanic that day. Nobody could have been prepared for what was about to happen to them, because nobody knew just how much their lives would change within the next few days.
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“ -It was Mr Ismay who gave the Titanic her name, after all. And may I say, Bruce, it was a very wise choice.”
“I’m sorry to sound blunt,” interrupted Gemma, “but what inspired the name?” Ignoring the quiet hiss of her name that came from where her father sat, she stared inquisitively at the older man.
“Well, I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability… luxury, and above all, strength. And that’s what we have right here.” he smiled proudly, patting the table they sat at.
The oldest Styles’ sibling suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. “Do you know of Doctor Freud, Mr. Ismay?” Bruce shook his head, a small amount of confusion evident in his eyes. “His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.”
Harry laughed, trying unsuccessfully to cover it with a cough. To his left, he could see Phillipa blush, becoming quite flustered as she straightened out her already perfectly straight napkin.
“Gemma, you appear to be finished.” Denis said coldly. “Harold, take her back to her room, will you? Then join us once more.”
The teenager wanted nothing more than to correct his father’s use of his name. He never, never went by Harold, and yet somehow the man insisted on using it.
“I don’t need an escort.” Gemma protested, obviously offended.
“With the way you’re behaving, young lady,” Denis whispered, low enough so that their present company didn’t hear, yet loud enough to be intimidating to the siblings, “I assure you, you do.”
Biting her tongue as to not say something she would later regret, Gemma pushed her chair back and stood up. “Fine.”
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It was a weird feeling, sitting down to a three course meal. The Tomlinson’s weren’t a traditional family, they didn’t bother with starters, going straight to the main course. They didn’t even bother with desert some days, if they weren’t hungry after dinner, but now that had changed, and Louis found himself wondering how on earth he was going to finish everything.
He could only imagine what the first class meals were like, because this was more than fancy in his books.
“Jay will kill you if you forget to mention this when you write.” Zayn chuckled from beside him.
“Mum will kill him if he forgets to write, full stop.” Lottie smirked. “After all, hepromised to write every day.”
Louis groaned. “Guys, it’s our first night. Don’t take the piss out of me being a, as you so often say, ‘mummy’s boy’ just yet.”
“Nothing wrong with being a mummy’s boy, mate.” Niall grinned. “I’m one, and proud. My old ma is amazing.”
“How did she react when you told her you were going to America?” asked Zayn, biting into a bread roll. Ever since meeting about an hour ago, the two had become fast friends, and Louis was thankful for that. He really liked the lad, and he would have hated it if two of his friends didn’t get on.
“She was as fine as you can be when your baby grows up and leaves the nest,” he shrugged. “But it’s not forever. I’ll go back to England one day… what about you?”
Beside him, Louis felt Lottie tense up. He had to admit, he was a little nervous about how the question was going to be answered himself.
“Oh, um… my parents died when I was seven.” Zayn said, fidgeting with the table cloth. “Lived with my cousin until I was eighteen, then he had to go look after his mum in Wales, so I’ve sort of looked after myself since then. Their mum is great, though.” he continued, jerking his head in Louis and Lottie’s direction. “I think she’s kind of adopted me into the family.”
“Kind of?” Louis snorted. “Mate, your like the second son she never had.”
“Yeah,” Charlotte smiled softly. “You’re a part of our family. You have been for years.”
Part B