So...I'm not sure if there's anyone out there actually 'reading' the story but I'm just updating because I felt like it :) Also, I would like to take time off to wish Officer Harold Godfrey Lowe ( the actual guy in real life ) a happy birthday. I will say more on the matter at the end of the chapter. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and please review if you did. :)

Clara woke up before sunrise like she normally did. After freshening up and putting on her usual maid uniform, she tied her hair up in a bun and picked out a dress and corset for Elizabeth to wear for breakfast. Laying the set out on one of the couches, she picked up one of her favourite books and started to read.

A little after half past 8, Clara went to Elizabeth's side to wake her up. She gently shook her shoulder a couple of times before she started to stir. "Mmhm...Clary?" Elizabeth said groggily, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. "Your aunt Augustine came in a while ago. She told me to wake you."

After much persuasion and pillow throwing, Elizabeth finally got out of bed to wash up. After Clara finished helping Elizabeth into her dress. Elizabeth was at the vanity table where she was putting on some very light blush. "Say, Liz? Would you lend me your make-up should I need it one day?" Clara asked, shyly. "Clary, that's what I've been offering you the day you started working for us!" She laughed.

Then, there was a knock at the door. Elizabeth told Clara that she would get it and got up from the table.

She saw her father standing there, flipping through his notebook. "Good morning, daddy." Elizabeth laughed, putting a gloved hand over the page he was on. "O...oh, good morning sweetheart. Ready for breakfast?" Thomas grinned, lifting his arm for her to hold.

Elizabeth reminded Clara to get her own breakfast before going to the dining hall with her father. Breakfast for the father and daughter were fairly uneventful, mostly full of Bruce Ismay and his big ego. However, Caledon Hockley and his fiancée, Rose, were both there but Caledon paid little attention to her and spent most of his time at breakfast trying to start up a conversation with Elizabeth.

Clara looked at the clock in the stateroom after reading for a few hours. She skipped breakfast as she was so engrossed but she just told herself she could go without one meal. It was fifteen minutes to 10 and she was excited to see Harry in a while.

She looked at herself in the mirror then looked down at the blush Elizabeth had been using less than 5 minutes ago. She thought 'why not look pretty for a day? after all, you're meeting Harry...' Boldly, Clara put some light blush on her face and topped it off with a pale pink lipstick.

Clara then looked down at her uniform. Even though he said he didn't mind, it would be so embarrassing if Harry were to be caught by another officer with some maid. She then had an idea. Taking off her white hat and her white apron, she smoothened out her dress. She didn't look half bad. Deciding that she was presentable enough, Clara left the room, leaving Elizabeth a note that read 'Out to the library!'

Elizabeth came back from her meal and fiddled with her dangling earrings to attempt to take them off. She walked around the room and saw the note Clara left her. Elizabeth smiled knowingly before going to her father's cabin instead to carefully study one of the ship's blueprints that she had borrowed from her father earlier.

- Clara -

Clara nervously walked onto the bridge deck and sat on one of the wooden benches, bringing along her one of her many books, which she was reading just now in the stateroom. Clara continued from one of the pages she book-marked earlier.

Suddenly, there was a shadow cast on her. She looked up and saw none other than the dashing Officer Lowe. "Good morning, Clara." He said, smiling as he bowed down to kiss her hand. Clara simply smiled before muttering a sweet but quiet 'good morning' as well.

Harry took a seat next to her and looked over at the book she was reading. "Sense...and Sensibility." He read aloud. She immediately hid the book behind her back, embarrassed to be seen reading romance novels. Albeit it was normal for women to read such novels, it was weird reading them in front of the man she loved. Loved? She didn't know what to make of their relationship at all.

"You don't need to hide it. It's fairly normal to read Jane Austen." Harry laughed. Clara's eyes widened. "You read Jane Austen?" On her plain book cover, it only said that the author was 'a lady' but avid readers would know it was just a pseudonym Jane used. Harry started to blush but kept his cool. "One of my guilty pleasures that the other officers never let me live down."

Clara laughed before she spoke. "I don't suppose we'll be sitting on this bench making small talk about Jane Austen all day, are we?" That was probably the longest sentence Harry ever heard Clara say. "Are you hungry, by any chance?" He asked.

As if planned, her stomach started to growl. It was so embarrassing! Harry, being a gentleman however, did not say anything, but stood up and grabbed her wrist gently and led her down the deck. "Harry! Where are we going?" She hissed. "You'll see!" He laughed and soon, she found herself laughing along.

Through endless corridors, they reached an empty room with a few tables and chairs and a separate table with many silver trays on them. "This would be the officers' mess hall." Harry clarified. He released her wrist and pulled out a chair for her.

She giggled and sat down. "And what would you like today, Miss?" He asked, faking a snobby accent. "Anything's fine, Harry." Clara smiled up at him. "Right." He beamed as he leaned down to kiss her cheek and proceeded to get her some food.

After a long time at the table eating and many instances of playing around with their food, Clara and Harry were finally done eating. He was the first to stand up and he put his hand out to help her up. After washing up their dishes, they were prepared to go out to the library to read together, since they both found out they shared an interest in books. They even found out each other's full names. Harold Godfrey Lowe and Clarissa Elsie Hayes.

- James -

James was walking out onto the deck in his full officers' uniform, gloves and all. He met Charles Lightoller up there. "Where's Harry? Don't tell me I'm stuck with you." He asked jokingly, looking around. "Sorry to disappoint you Lights but I'm all you've got." Jim laughed along.

"Oh, goody." Charles replied, feigning sadness. "Oh well. You're fetching captain's tea. I'm off to go on my rounds. Cheerio." He commented before walking off.

- Clara -

Clara and Harry had fun in the library, reading books and annoying the librarian. Time past so quickly and it was already 3 in the afternoon. Harry escorted her back to the room to prepare for his shift and maybe get in half an hour's worth of sleep.

"So I shall see you again tomorrow, Clary?" Harry said, giving her his charming smile. Clara beamed and nodded happily. He laughed and brought his lips down to kiss her very passionately and VERY deeply. By the time they parted, they were both gasping for air. They laughed and as soon as she went into the room, Harry went the other way, his grin never leaving his face. "See you later."

Clara was practically radiating happiness even after she stepped into the room. As she was putting on her apron and hat again, the door swung open. Startled, she quickly turned and saw a furious aunt Augustine. "Lady Augustine!" She gasped. "Clara. I saw your little 'show' in the hallway just now, and I- is that MAKE-UP you're wearing? And is that Elizabeth's?" She was fuming mad and backhanded Clara so hard that she fell back onto the chair.

"How dare you smear the Andrews family name! You are already a very lucky lady just to even be our maid and you are a familiar face among other families! Did you even stop to think what might happen if someone else saw you and that boy kissing?" Clara looked down at her feet, not daring to even speak.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, you harlot!" Augustine then roughly grabbed Clara by the chin and forcefully turned her face to look at hers.

"Listen up! I forbid you from leaving this room until this ship docks! If I find you stalking the hallways, no matter the reason, you WILL regret it!" Augustine shouted sternly before storming out of the room, leaving Clara behind, crying.

...Continuing my little information : Officer Harold Lowe was born on 21 November 1882 in Eglwys Rhos, Caemarfonshire, North Wales. When the RMS Titanic sank in 14/15 April 1912, he ( after redistributing the survivors in the group of lifeboats he had gathered ) returned to the site of the sinking to facilitate rescue to other survivors, still in the water. Even if he picked up only four men, the action of him going back when no one else did was very brave :) Today, a slate plaque in Officer Lowe's memory was hung on the centennial anniversary of Titanic's sinking in Barmouth, Gwynedd. It reads :

In Commemoration of local hero 5th officer Harold Godfrey Lowe who left Barmouth aged 14 to go to sea. He played a heroic role in the rescue of survivors during the sinking of RMS Titanic on 15th April 1912.

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