A/N: I hope you all enjoy the chappy! It starts immediately after the last!
Isolde rushed towards the stern. She was still in her fancy clothes and struggled not to trip over the lace trail. Her curls were piled high again and bouncing along with her. Harold turned towards her, not with a usual smile. She stopped in front of him.
"Why are you all dressed up?" he asked softly, letting his fingers run through the silky hair.
"My friend from first class is letting me stay with her for the rest of the voyage," she said nervously, looking downward.
He nodded. "You're beautiful."
Isolde smiled, he leant down to kiss her on the lips. She smiled against him. Looping his arm around her waist, he led them inside.
"Let's be entertained tonight," he said suddenly to her.
"Such as?"
"There's a party in third class."
"I have to change first," she said quickly, the thought of Shamus not even running through her mind.
Harold nodded, letting her lead the way to her new quarters. She knocked on the door after reaching it, Elizabeth saw Harold in his everyday clothes and pulled them in quickly, for fear that someone spotted them.
Edith looked Harold up and down deciding if he were decent enough to be with Isolde. She nodded nonchalantly and looked at the Welsh woman who was rifling through her outfits.
"Off to third class?" Emily asked excitedly.
Isolde nodded while rushing behind the changing curtain. Harold looked away politely. The girls all sat down and Edith motioned for him to take his own seat. They could hear Isolde rustling behind the curtain as she rushed to change. She came out a few moments later while pulling the pins from her hair and simply letting it fall. Harold grinned at her. Edith looked at Isolde with disapproving eyes as she squished herself next to Harold and pulled on her shoes.
"Have a good night!" Isolde called to them while pulling Harold out the door.
Harold shut it while letting out the breath he'd been holding. He pushed her against the wall and kissed her heatedly. She looked at him after he was done with a grin. He sent the gesture back and began leading them to F Deck.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that," he whispered to her, "I was tempted to kiss you in front of your room mates."
"I think Edith would've removed you right then," she said back to him with a laugh.
The sound of music and laughing voices began to fill the air around them. The many different languages of the passengers became louder and louder. Harold guided her in through the doors. Men sat at tables while gambling and such. More than half the party was up dancing, the band on the platform.
Harold grabbed Isolde's hand and led her onto the makeshift dance floor. He twirled her in a circle and placed a hand on her waist while leading her around the room, weaving between the other moving couples. The music pounded in her ears. She was never one for dancing, but with Harold, everything was more beautiful than before. The beat was clear and constant. The sweet tune wove itself around her. For once she didn't step on anyone's feet. The song ended after what seemed like an eternity.
Harold led her away from the band. He looked down on her smiling face. Her hair was tousled and hung around her shoulders. He pulled her towards a table and gallantly took out the seat for her. She sat down properly and waited for him to sit across from her. Just as he was about to, Harold was roughly pulled away by the collar. Isolde rushed up after seeing Shamus towering him.
"Put him down!" she screamed at the giant Irishman.
"I don't think so," he responded while raising his fist.
Isolde scowled and repeatedly hit his arm, but he wasn't giving in. Harold rolled his eyes and punched him in the stomach; he was dropped to the floor instantly. Shamus grunted but straightened himself up. Harold got up and was ready for a fight. Isolde stood in between them.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked Harold angrily, "He's not worth it!"
"He's the one that hit you, isn't he?" Harold asked her, "I won't let him get away with this!"
Isolde didn't have a chance to respond because she was quickly yanked out of the way. She had just been in the spot Shamus swung for. She saw Harold aim for Shamus, but witnessed nothing else, for a group of men rooting blocked her way. Isolde growled to herself and went in search for Tommy or Flynn to stop the fight. She found Tommy first sitting with a blonde man and of all people: Rose.
"Tommy!" she cut in, he looked up and lazily took the smoke from him his mouth.
"If it isn't my pretty lass of a friend!" he slurred.
"I need you to stop that brawl," she explained while rolling her eyes and pointing in the general direction.
Tommy looked to see half the party fighting now, "You expect me to stop that?" he repeated incredulously. He saw Isolde's pleading face and gave in, but not with out dragging the blonde man with him. Isolde was going to follow when Rose pushed her into a chair.
"You caused that?" Rose asked with wide eyes.
"No," she said slowly, "Two men did."
"Over you?" she continued, "That must be glorious!"
"How on earth do you get that out of it?" Isolde retorted, "It's terrible!"
Isolde looked at the fight worriedly, it still hadn't stopped. Rose sat down and picked up Tommy's abandoned cigarette, "Well…besides this…" she began, "I absolutely love it here!"
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the chappy! I apologize for the shortness. The next chapter will be longer. We shall see how this all turns out. Please review! No flames!