Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson will light up your hearts as 'Jack and Rose'. The young lovers separated by social class, yet destined to find each other on the maiden voyage of the 'unsinkable' RMS Titanic, but when the doomed luxury liner collides with an iceberg in the frigid North Atlantic, their passionate love affair becomes a thrilling race for survival


1. Chapter One


“Tell us, Harry” his voiced echoed throughout the flashback.

“It’s been 84 years…” Harry said, inhaling sharply.

“Try to remember anything, anything at all” Lovett added swiftly.

“Do you want to hear this or not, Mr. Lovett?” harry replied with a tone, winding his emerald eyes. Lovett accepted that sly remark off harry, nodded his head and allowed him to continue.

“It’s been 84 years and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called ‘The Ship of Dreams” and it was. It really was.


The overly crowed pier was alive with joy, noise and full of energy. The maiden voyage of Titanic was set to ship at 12pm exactly, not waiting for anyone. People were already boarding, some, still going through the inspection queue. Cars were bring lifted by cranes and were being place on the vessel. Some people, who were already on the ship, were waving their final goodbyes to the loved ones they were laving behind, or just anyone in general.

“All third class passengers with a forward berth, this way, please. This queue. Right here.” Screamed various crew at the top of their lungs, trying to attract the right passengers. Waving their hands as much as they could to entice the attention to their queues.

Numerous amounts of people flooded the pier just to see ‘Titanic set sail, some saying goodbye and others just gently strolling passed.

Harry Styles – son of Anne Cox and husband of Caroline Flack (soon to be Caroline Styles) approached the pier in their cars, honking their horns vigorously, making sure everyone who was in the way, wasn’t there. The drivers of the vehicles slowed down as they didn’t want a lawsuit filed against them.. Again. They tried their absolute hardest to not hit anyone, but Harry, being the mischievous lad that he is, couldn’t resist. In the end, he couldn’t persuade the driver to hit anyone.

The space cleared for them to pull over.

The driver of Harry’s car sprang out of the car and opened the door for him, offering his hand; Harry swatted it away, like a fly. He didn’t need anyone to help him out of a car. He stepped out of the car, capturing every inch of the ship with his eyes, exploring it from one side to another. His face, amazed, but yet somewhat curious.

Paul jumped out of the second car, which was following Harry’s and opened the back door for Danielle, her eyes wandered over the ship, pondering how she every got the courage to advance overseas. She got the job as a mistress for the ship, the serve the Styles/cox/Flack family.

Caroline pulled herself out of the car Harry did, with the biggest smile on her face, until Harry turned around, catching his attention and opening his big mouth, as usual.

“I don’t see what all the fuss is about. It doesn’t look any bigger than the Mauretania.” He said, ending with a smirk. She closed her eyes and shook her head ever so slightly. She took in a cavernous breath.

“You can be blasé about some things Harry, but not about Titanic.” She replied, pointing up at the ship for a second, “Its over a hundred feet longer than the Mauretania … and far more luxurious.” Putting emphasis on the ‘far more’. She turned around, once more and met Anne’s’ eyes. “Your son is far too difficult to impress, Anne.” She complained, while watching Anne leave the automobile. Anne couldn’t help but let out a weak chuckle as she found Caroline’s remark amusing.

“So this is the ship, they say is unsinkable?” Anne questioned, inhaling the prospect.


“It is unsinkable”

“Miss!?” she was rudely interrupted by a crew member.

“God himself couldn’t sink this ship!” She called out as Harry and Anne left her behind.

“What!?” Caroline grilled, trying not to come off as impolite.

“You have to check your baggage through the main terminal. Its around that way, miss.” The crewmember said, pointing in the general direction.

“I put my faith, in you, good sir. Now kindly see my man.” She said, offering Paul up, like he was a piece of meat. She slipped him a fifty dollar bill, his eyes widened and heart dropped at the fact that she bribed him.

“Yes miss, my pleasure. If I can do anything at all..” he was cut off by the horrendous pull of Paul dragging him with him towards the cars.

“Right, all the trunks from there.” Paul demonstrated, pointing at the first car. “Twelve from here, and the safe to the parlous suite rooms B52, 54, 56.” He read off the creased sheet in his right hand

The whistle blew as Caroline phished a watch from her pocket.

“Harry. Anne. Better hurry.” She instructed, receiving a strange look from Harry. They began approaching the ramp, the entrance of the titanic. They make their way through the crowd, which seemed to already be waving.

“My coat?” harry asked, turning around, finding that Danielle has already picked it up.

“I have it, miss.” Danielle informed her, reassuring her.

“All third class passengers queue here for health inspections!” seemed to echo over all the banter. Harrys eyes were caught by the cluster of people who seemed to be getting checked closely, every once of hair on their visible was being combed, for lice.. Or anything for that matter.

Anne was first, than Caroline and Harry – hand in hand, than Danielle, carrying what seemed to be a box. Her silky straw hat protected her eyes, but with each step, she was inclined to try and move it up, as it began to move down and block her vision.

“Welcome aboard ma’am.” They heard the upcoming attentive say.

It was the ship of dreams to everyone else. To harry, it was a slave ship taking him back to America in chains. Outwardly, he was everything a well -brought-up kind of guy should be, but inside, he was screaming.

They linked arms and Caroline placed her hand over his, tightening her grip, making sure, he couldn’t leave.


The funnels made their sound, indicating that there was only a few minutes left until departure. It was loud enough for one Louis Tomlinson could hear faintly in the background. The bar he was in, clouded with cigarette smoke, smell of pale beer and other monogamous substances. Little did he know, the next ten minutes would turn his whole life upside down.

He sat there, inhaling the dead smoke into his soon-to-be dead lungs if he keeps going. Him and Zayn Malik – His best friend were stuck, playing piker with two Swedish men, betting everything they have – which isn’t a lot on this game. The prize was a third-class Titanic ticket and all the money on the table, which was about a few hundred dollars. The two Swedish men – Sven and Olaf seemed to be arguing, but Louis and Zayn couldn’t really tell, the Swedish language comes off as an angry one.

“Louis, you are pazzo. You bet everything we have.” Zayn said, worrying about the game they had been sucked into. Louis looked Zayn deep in the eyes, pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled onto the table, creating a misty shroud.

“When you’ve got nothing, you’ve got nothing to lose.” He said, not even caring, while breathing the rest of the smoke out of himself.

“Du idiot. Jag kan inte tro du satsa våra biljetter!” (You moron. I can’t believe you bet our tickets!) Sven said in Swedish, making sure the other lads wouldn’t hear him. Louis threw a card down on the table. As did seven. Both were swapped over. Louis looked over to Sven who appeared to be worried. A lump grew in his neck, not knowing what was going to happen next, he shut his eyes and exhaled.

Louis placed the card he had received from Sven and placed It on top of a ‘discard’ pile, and picked up another from the deck in front. He watched his card cautiously, thinking of any way to win.

“Alright” Louis said, breaking the silence. He removed the cigarette from his mouth, exhaled the last of the smoke and stared Olaf in his oceanic blue eyes. “Moment of truth.” Louis looked over at Zayn, giving him a comforting nod. “Somebodies life’s about to change. “ He looked around the table, counting down the seconds. “Zayn?” he asked, indicating him to show his cards to the other men at the table.

“Niente” Zayn said, knowing that he has no chance of wining, which means its all up to Louis.

“Olaf?” He threw his cards down, knowing that he lost. “Nothing? Sven?” Sven’s bottom lip trembled a little. Louis knew something was up. He watched him intently as he laid the cards down. Louis let out a profound breath “uh-oh.. Two pair. I’m sorry, Zayn.”

“Sorry? You bet all the money!” Zayn exaggerated, shaking his hands over the pile of money.

“I’m sorry. You’re not going to see your mum for a long time..” Louis added, supportively. Hearing those words confused Zayn. He has no idea what Louis was on about.

“BECAUSE WERE GOING TO AMERICA! FULL HOUSE, BOYS!” Louis and Zayn began cackling, screaming, making inhumane noises, as loud as they could. Zayn gripped the paper on the desk and screamed “My god. Thank you!” Louis, still stuck at the table, heaved the remaining cash into his bare hands, all of it being coinage now.

Doing so, Olaf grabbed his shirt and pull him close, raising his fist and cursing in Swedish. Louis readied himself as he though he was going to get smashed in the face by a Swedish fist, but instead, punched Sven, which knocked him off his chair, literally.

The cloudy room then burst into laughter. “Come on!” Louis instructed.

“Son of a bitch!” Zayn cheered, as Louis snatched the papers out of his hands. “I’m going home!” Louis pulled Zayn in for a tight, yet jumpy hug.

Sven, who was still on the floor, was being held down by Olaf who was still cursing in Swedish, holding him down and threatening to punch him.

“I’m going to America!” that’s what they thought.

“No mate!” said the barkeep, stealing their thunder, causing both of their faces to drop. “Titanic’s going to America, in five minutes” he let out an untrusting chuckle and pointed at the clock which showed that its 11:55.

With sudden realisation, and several ‘shits’ later, they lugged the money into a sac and ran.


“We’re riding in high style now! Were a couple of regular swells!” Louis called back to Zayn who was only meters behind. Dodging ever obstacle they could – horses, ramps and people they ran in-between everything they could to make it. ‘Practically goddam royalty ragazzo mio!”

“You see, its my destiny. I’m going to America to be a millionaire!” both of the lads, who began to run out of breath, cursed everyone who got in the way. Zayn began to lank behind. ‘Come on, I thought you were fast.” Louis said, being the cocky lad, he can be.

They made it to the entrance where it was already being pulled back so the ship could leave. “Wait!” Louis shouted as he knocked a member out of the way and ran down the ramp. “We’re passengers.” He yelled out, trying to grab his attention.

He handed the lad the tickets that questioned them, to see if they had been through the inspection gate. Louis lied straight though his teeth, telling the man that they did and that they have no lice as they’re both American.

“Right” the man said, not too sure if he believed them, but let them on anyway. Both the lads, jumped the meter gap onto the ship and just ran, with no intention of stopping. They turned the corner in search for their room where Louis said “were the luckiest sons of bitches in the world!"

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