Heyho! Here's chapter nine! Hope your all still following this :) I'm sure you are ahahaha... anyway, lets get back to the story...

I still don't own titanic...

26th April 1912 - 9.16am

Paolo rose from their bed, treading carefully as not to wake Annie. He always took a long stroll on the top deck first thing in the morning just to clear his head.

The air was cold but tolerable and the sea was the calmest he had seen it. Paolo thought of his poor brother and how he would have loved to be sailing with them on this voyage, awaiting a new life, thought .. he thought after a moment ... it wouldn't have been necessary.

''Paolo!'' Called a unfamiliar sounding voice. Paolo whipped his head round and found a lady, one he did not seem to recognise come bussling towards him.

He had caught her eye yesterday in the saloon, and now she was here again. Paolo surely knew her from somewhere.

''Ciao.'' He smiled as she caught up to him. He now noticed that she had blonde hair, dark blue/grey eyes and near porcelain skin. She smiled at his face.

''You don't remember me do you?'' the women asked looking a little crestfallen. ''It's me'' she exclamied.

''Sorry, I don't know who you are.'' He began to walk away from her but the woman followed suit.

She gave a heavy sigh, ''It's me, Mary Johnson.'' Paolo gasped, as the long lost memories of his first few weeks in England began to tumble through his mind.

Mary grinned. ''You remember me now.'' Paolo saw her wink at him, but he knew he should not respond. ''Si.'' Was all he answered before picking up the pace.

She didn't get the message, only followed him again. ''I saw you yesterday. I can't believe your here!'' her face seemed to light up. ''How long has it been?'' Paolo shrugged awkwardly. ''3 years maybe.'' He glanced around the deck for any means of escape, Mary Johnson was the last person he wanted to see right now.

''Woah. That long?'' She seemed to go into a reverie and Paolo took his chance. ''I must go.'' he quickly announced before jogging of towards an open door which led straight into Second Class. ''Morning Sir.'' the steward smiled. Paolo nodded, still in shock at seeing a former lover aboard the same ship on which he was travelling with his current fiance. ''Oh well,'' he said to himself. ''I love Annie. Nothing can come between us. What is the worst that could happen.''

He made his way back towards their cabin, to find Annie sitting upright in their bed looking rather shaken.

''Where have you been!'' she asked flinging herself into his arms. ''Hey, hey'' he soothed hugging her tighter. ''What's the matter.'' Paolo drew her at arms length.

''I had the worse dream!'' Annie exclaimed tears in her eyes. ''We were back aboard Titanic. It was sinking. It was so cold. I'd lost you.'' She burst into a fit of tears, burrowing her head into his chest. ''Shhh,'' he stroked her hair. ''It is okay now. We are safe.'' Paolo kissed the top of her head, as Annie began to sob harder.

''The sea'' she cried through her sobs. ''There's so much water. Just, the memories.'' She began to hiccup, tears still streaming down her now pastey complextion.

Paolo framed her face in his strong hands. ''Annie, you do not look very well.'' She shook her head. ''I don't fe-'' She was cut short by a small jolt in the ship which caused her to vomit aggressively to the left, avoiding Paolo.

She reversed and sat with her head in her hands upon their bed. Paolo stared at the awful looking vomit with littered across their floor. Noticing Annie no longer clung to him, he sat next to her on the bed. ''I'm sorry.'' she announced. Her stomach wretched when the boat made another swift jolt but she managed to conseal the vomit this time.

''I'm sorry.'' she repeated. Paolo unphased by the growing smell erupting from the mess on the floor, took her hands into his own. ''You have nothing to be sorry for.'' he soothed gently stroking her trembling fingers with his warm thumbs. ''I think you need some rest.'' He exclaimed kissing her softly on the forehead, he drew back the thick covers and gave her a blacket to sleep with as she was alreading gaining a temperature. ''My love, I think you are seasick.'' She nodded in agreement. ''I know Paolo.'' She said laying herself down upon the plush pillows.

Remembering the mess, Paolo opened the door and luckily a steward walked past the cabin. ''Excuse me'a sir?'' he said, the man turned around. ''Is there a problem?'' The steward asked. ''Si, my wife has become seasick and vomited on our floor, I was wondering whether you could get a cleaner, or someone, to clean it up.'' The crew member smiled '' I'll see what I can do sir.'' And he made his way towards the exi

One back inside the room, Paolo went over to were Annie lay. ''How are you feeling?'' he asked stroking her forehead soothingly. She took his hand into her own. ''Sick'' she moaned as she ship swirved slightly, causing Annie to vomit prefusely onto the floor.

It missed Paolo by inches, he'd swirved his feet out of the way just in time. ''I'll get you'a bucket.'' He stood up and Annie nodded in approval, she had never experienced anything like this before and it was taking it's toll. Not even that night on the ill fated titanic had she felt near as queezy, but with the thought of that night flailing around in her mind Annie became even more nauseas.

Paolo returned to the room carrying a small yellow bucket, he seemed out of breath. ''You didn't steal it did you?'' She asked weakly. Paolo gave her a sideways look a small smile creeping onto his lips. ''Thankyou.'' She smiled shifting her weight under the small blanket.

''I think it was a little too early since...you know...to be setting sail in the sea again.'' Paolo announced much to Annie's agreement.
She nodded, ''We should have waited.''

11.00am

Paolo plodded around the cabin wondering what to do with himself as Annie slept comfortably in their bed. He had made to attempt to wake her she needed rest. After deliberating, Paolo decided it was best for him to leave the room for a few hours, a not too knock anything over or creating masses amouts of noise, he was also fairly bored.

Kissing Annie sweetly upon the forehead and checking her - now almost normal - temperature, Paolo headed to the top deck. He'd decided to take a look at the tennis courts which were situated up there, he'd never had a chance on Titanic.

Paolo quietly clicked the door shut and carried on towards the sun deck, passing various other second class passengers, sometimes hoping to recognise a fellow surivor, he had not yet been successful in doing so, apart from Lady Georgiana and Master Harry Widener, he had been especially happy to have seen both of them had pulled through.

Paolo reached the highest deck and was instantly hit with a vapor of warm heat, it was a beautiful day and he was happy to have seen the ship it all its glory, though a little annoyed that Annie could not join him.

He found the tennis courts easily, with all the shouting and grunting. However it was already full and had to be pre-booked, disheartened Paolo made his way back in doors in the hope of a nice meal.

''Hello Stranger.'' A voice called behind him. Paolo whizzed round to reveal the source of the voice, it was no doubt Mary Johnson, dressed rather provocutively. Paolo averted his eyes and nodded. ''Morning Mary, I'm sorry I've no time to stay and talk, my fiance is ill.'' She nodded acceptingly but followed him anyway.

''What's her name?'' she asked curiously following Paolo as he decended down the steps onto B deck. ''Annie'' he smiled.

''oooh very pretty.'' she said kindly. ''When's the wedding?''

Paolo smiled again, ''I'm not sure yet, I only proposed yesterday.'' he laughed as Mary gasped. ''Oh my! Congratulations!'' Paolo nodded in responce ''thankyou.'' They reached the 2nd class passage and Paolo could hold in the question no longer.

''Why are you following me?'' he asked.

Mary did not seem phased by his abrupt question. She simply answered. ''I want to meet her, your fiance.'' She added a smile, Paolo shrugged and they continued. He enjoyed pleasing people.

The two of them reached the cabin. At first all seemed normal but after reaching the door, both of them could here slight bumping and the odd shout, worried, Paolo swiftly flung open the door, only to reveal Annie...

dun duun duuuun... what do thinks happening? I hope your enjoying the story! Next chapter will be up soon - Sorry this one took a little longer, I changed it around a bit... :D thanks for reading! :)