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jarofstyles · 9 months

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A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes 4- Preparations and Secret Keepers

Helloo my loves! They’re back. Lady Y/N and Princerry have returned and they’re ✨ in love✨ obviously. I hope you enjoy a bit more of them!

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Warnings- a smidgen of exhibitionism if you squint

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The ballroom was beautiful.

Y/N had nearly felt tears in her eyes when she first saw it. Swirls of saturated color all around. Flowers in opulent garlands wrapping around the marble columns and up to the ceilings. The lights twinkled from them as they hung down from the dark vines that curtained the ceiling, looking like stars in the sky.

The tables were lined with expensive cloth, a deep red with a lace runner going through the middle. Fine dishware was neatly stacked, the golden designs etched and foiled on them shining in the lights. Bouquets were the centerpieces, red ribbon tied around the vases in delicate bows. There were no expenses spared for this. His and her initial was painted on the dance floor with the royal family crest, gold foiling making it sparkle. Staff scurried about to put on finishing touches on the scene while Y/N and the Queen did a last check up.

What had her truly gasping for breath were the specific flowers that she had shown Harry in their walk decorating the royal table, the bouquet specially made for her at her spot clear next to him. The first time she would be at a royal event… as a future royal. Her hands were a bit sweaty as she followed the Queen dutifully, listening to her comments as she made small adjustments for the headmistress to go over with staff.

Y/N admired his gracious she was. Saying please and thank you to staff was not something most nobility did, but she did. She wanted to be just like her. Friendly and kind. Not a feared woman- unless she was crossed. Respected. That was her goal, above all else.

As soon as they had a moment alone, she turned to her. “How are you truly doing, my dear?” Her soft hand landed on Y/N’s forearm, true compassion on her face. She could see her bristling nerves grating on her even though most couldn’t. “You are good at hiding your emotions. The reason I can see it is because I was in your shoes once.” She soothed. “Having good control of when you show them is important. But you’ve proven yourself thus far.” Her kind smile made Y/N relax a little bit.

“Thank you.” She replied. “I am… I’m good. I think it is a bit overwhelming but I remind myself this is the first one. I will get used to it. It’s to celebrate our love and union, too, so I should not be worried.” Y/N refused to let jealous and bitter women ruin the beautiful thing that Harry and her had created. Had been thrust into; his arms welcoming her like a warm bath. The Queen nodded at her statement, the pair walking slowly as they observed the royal table. “He remembered.” Her whisper was caught by the Queen, watching her fingers brush one of the flowers with a smile.

“He is a good man. I am happy with how he’s grown.” The Queen loved her son dearly. She wasn’t fond of the way most royals before her had reared their children, handing them off to nanny’s and other staff dedicated to the job. She wanted to be hands on. To raise him to be a good man, to make changes she had already started to implement. He would not be arrogant and rude. That was a fear, knowing the power could get to his head as it did to many, but she did it herself. She was spoiled with ladies maids who would tend to him at night as a wee babe, but she did everything else. The bond between parent and child was gravely important. “Though I will say… the change I’ve seen in him since he has met you has made me ecstatic.”

Y/N turned to her with curious eyes. “How so, may ask?” She was treading lightly, still wanting to be respectful but dying to know. Any bit of information about him from a reliable source made her giddy. Filing it away in her favorite folder in her memories, she wanted to soak it all in.

“He seemed more… excited about ruling. He learns with vigor. Speaks up. He wants to know the intricacies more and more. Before… he was unmotivated in some ways.” There was a pause as she exhaled. “I suppose that was partially our fault. We wanted him to remain as carefree as he could, to form his own personality without it being directly tied to a title. He learned a lot during his childhood but he had been seemingly nervous as he grew. Now he seems far more settled in it.” It was most definitely because of Y/N. “Having a reliable, trustworthy and level headed ruling partner is one of the most important and undervalued assets a King can have. They do say, "What is a King without his Queen.” She gave a slight smile as Y/N followed her words closely.

“You have those qualities, from what I can tell. Keeping a level head and still being able to defend yourself and the person you love is a beautiful thing to have as a ruler. It isn’t easy. People will disagree simply because you spoke, you rule. I can understand why, to a degree. Taking into account the stress of being a King, I think that you will be able to elevate him. I believe him the same as you. The King may seem to be the one who holds all the power… but know that it isn’t true. I’ve helped come to all of the most important decisions in our kingdom’s history. It isn’t a job to take lightly.” The Queen could see it on her face, how she was agreeing but still spooked. This wasn’t necessarily a test, but it was a reality she needed to face. She couldn’t just play royal. It was a job.

“That is why I was so worried about who Harry would end up with. Many women.. they think that being a Queen is being lavished with diamonds and pearls, being fed delicacies by hand and never lifting a finger. They think it’s the custom dresses and crowns, the balls and the galas, the travels. But it is so much more than that.” She squeezed her hand, giving her another smile. “I was terrified that my son would follow a man’s intuition and just go for whoever appealed to his physical senses without taking a woman’s brain and intentions into account. He was incredibly lucky to stumble across you.”

It was abundantly clear that Y/N loved her son- and if not fully there yet, close to it. She never indulged when she was at the palace, was polite, thanked workers and never threw fits. The girl was respectable, well read and could hold a conversation. It was more than a lot of the other women on the court could say when they were vying for Harry’s hand in marriage.

“Do you truly think I’ll make a good Queen?” Y/N asked quietly, looking her in the eye despite wanting to look at her skirts. This was an intimidating conversation but she needed to hear it. None of it was enough to make her leave. It was a lot more than she had ever expected to take on as a wife- if she had ever married at all- but Harry’s tender heart and gentle touch was well worth the challenges. She hopes.

“I do. I think you’ll be one of the best we have seen. Continue to be fearless, to speak your mind to your husband, to be honest and open with him, rule with a fair hand and you will do amazing. The council will try to intimidate you. Do not let them.” The word of warning was clear. Y/N’s tummy turned at the serious tone. “They will try and sway you. The reason for it, as you know, is to have the people given more of a say. But do not let individual agendas influence your decisions. Make them as your heart and mind see fit. Harry will be behind you.”

That, she didn’t doubt. The man had been continuously proving his devotion to her every single day. She had read in her books; the romance novels that had her flustered and fanning herself at times, about love and men. About how she could be treated. Harry far exceeded any expectation.

“I understand. I will do my best, and I will trust my husband. I know he and I have had some conversations about it. I don’t know if he told you of some of the other encounters I’ve had with some of the women, but I already know the way people will treat me. How they will manipulate and how I will need to be careful. But as long as I have Harry, I have my family? I am strong.”

“You will be wonderful.” The Queen replied. “You are wise beyond your years. I’ve heard whispers of what people have been saying, what they’ve been doing. I am not one to abuse power but if you wish to have anyone removed from this party? That is your right.” She wouldn’t want anything to ruin this. It was a step in the new direction of the kingdom, her first real taste. She needed it to be good for her.

“Thank you, my Queen. I will.” Y/N nodded, looking back towards the bouquet. For him? She would do anything. For herself? She would prove that she wasn’t someone to stand on.

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Harry watched as she walked down the hall, alone at last. She was stunning, his intended. So beautiful and strong, her head held high as she walked the corridor as if she knew where she was going. She didn’t. All she knew was that Harry had requested her in the library.

“Hello.”

“My goodness!” Y/N yelped, hand over her heart as it raced like a hummingbird inside of her chest. “Harry! You musn't scare me like that.” She still walked towards him, entering the library as she tried to shake off her bout of fright.

“I’m sorry, my love.” Harry peeked down the hall to see it empty, closing the door behind them. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Approaching her, his hands reached for her waist to pull her into his embrace. Smooth. Always so smooth and warm to the touch, making his fingers flex into the dress. Her corset hid the squish of her flesh, something he was dying to feel under his hands, but he thanked the world that she let him handle her this way. The light blue of the dress did wonders to compliment her eyes, ruffled at the bottom in a way he usually dislike- but again, his sweet Y/N had a knack for making him enjoy things he rarely did in the past. She made any dress she wore look like gold. It was impossible for her to dull her glow, a beacon of light that his eyes always wanted to follow.

“That is a lie, my prince.” She laughed under her breath. His grin made sure to tell her he enjoyed making her jump. “Luckily for you, you’re handsome and far too charming to hold a grudge, so I forgive you for it.” Her head tilted back, taking in his content features. Alone. Truly alone with one another in the Palace’s library. It was quite big, shelves upon shelves of books in every color imaginable. A top floor with a balcony overlooking the rest, dark wooden ladders to reach the tall shelves at the bottom, a large reading area in front of the fireplace and a padded bench in front of the window to make for a nook to hide away in. The large arched window let in beams of light, streaking across the room and illuminating the front of it effortlessly.

“I fear that I’ll spend every free moment here.” She returned her gaze to him after looking around. It wasn’t her first time in here, but she was still amazed at the quantity of books in one room. The palace was much larger than she had ever anticipated. “I don’t think I could read every book in here, even if I read every moment in my lifetime. You’ll have to read with me.”

Y/N had expressed a want for that. To find a book to read before bed, just for them. A tradition.

“Of course. I’ll read with you every night if it’s possible.” He released her waist, taking hold of her hand and letting her lead him into the darker aisles of the library. It was relatively quiet in the room, the sound of their steps clicking over the wood floors being the loudest thing they could hear. “What are you looking to read?” His question was soft spoken, aware of how little space there was in these aisles. They were meant for one person to explore, but he truly didn’t mind. Being close to Y/N was a blessing.

“I’m partial to romance. I love all books- I love learning about my flowers and history, I love fairy tales… but I particularly enjoy romance. Happy endings, mostly. All of them, though…they can be quite eye opening. You’d never guess it. People love to diminish the literature because men do not usually enjoy them- at least publicly. Some of the most breathtaking quotes I’ve ever heard of were in such books.” She ran her fingers along the spines of the cloth bound books, grazing the embossed titles. “You learn a lot about people in them. How betrayal can affect a soul, how love can heal. Above all else, loving is a choice. An action.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, unsure of what she meant. “I don’t think I had a choice. I think.. my heart was yours the moment I laid my eyes on you. I’ve never questioned it.”

“There’s different types of loving. Having your heart belong to someone… It is a different sort of love. A soul deep love. But to be in love actively, you choose it. You choose to show the person your feelings, to express them. You do the acts of love by stroking my hand, by choosing the flowers for our table.” A coy look was shot his way. “It won’t always be easy. You’ll have to choose love above all else, even if it’s harder than another solution.” She turned to him, placing a hand on the side of his neck, the dim light doing nothing to hide his beauty.

“I feel the same. I feel as though you plucked my heart out of my chest like harp strings and held it in your hands. There wasn’t much of a choice in that. But the act of loving? It is a choice. Being loved and in love are two different things. We just happen to have both.” And god, did she love him already. It was soul deep, like she said.

“I see…” he rolled his lips in for a moment before pouting ever so slightly. “I can understand that. I haven’t thought of that before but… I suppose it’s because I haven’t read as many romance novels as you. Or, perhaps you’re just a smarter being than me.” He had to chuckle because sometimes he believed it to be true. Y/N’s thoughts were vast, complex, something he wanted to dissect over time. He loved hearing what she thought about policies so far, what she thought of their system. Even just her thoughts on books and flowers. She thought about things he never would have imagined- and it’s part of why he loved her. The creature challenged him in ways no one else ever would, kept him on his toes all while providing a comfort in her presence many would die to have.

“No. You’re just as smart, but in a different way. It’s refreshing. We both have qualities the other needs. It’s one of my favorite parts about us.” She slightly scolded him for that. No self deprivation on her watch.

“Yeah? What are your other favorite parts?” He murmured, feeling the tightness of the space but not wanting to back up. Instead, he got closer. “For example… I love your brain. I love how you speak, how your lips curl around words. I love how I feel like I was submerged in the warmest bath with all of the sweet smelling oils when I’m around you.” His fingers rose to brush her cheek. “But… I hate that I am not able to touch you how I wish.” Speaking of love always got to him. His reminder of how much adoration festered in his heart, how much impatience he had towards expressing it to her in a physical way.

Y/N’s mouth dried as she felt the man close in on her. If her heart was beating fast before? It was ready to fly out of her chest now. Breathing quickening as she leaned into his touch, she found her words on the tip of her tongue, hands settling on his forearms. Against her better judgment, she allowed herself to speak. “How do you wish to touch me?”

The voice was much softer than she would have hoped, showing how she was weak kneed just from this simple touch. Back against the shelf, she peered at him through her lashes, anticipating the next words out of his berry hued mouth. Oh, how she wanted that mouth.

“I wish to touch you without these corsets. I want to feel your skin underneath my fingertips, the softness of your flesh dipping as I hold you.” He paused, inhaling shakily. “ I want to bury my fingers in your hair and tug your head back so I can kiss you. God, I want to kiss you so, so badly. It aches in my soul. I crave nothing more than your affections. You know that?” He looked pained as he leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. This was a dangerous situation, both of them in a state that they didn’t know how to handle. There were lines they could not cross, things he could not say, but he was feeling them all.

“You do?” She peeped, eyes round at his blunt words. He had expressed some of these things in a letter before but… hearing in person was a whole other experience. The low rasp of his voice as he kept it down, keeping their secrets between their ears and the pages of the books.

“I do. Words can not express how much I look forward to our wedding day.” When they would become man and wife, when he could take her the way they both wanted. “When I never have to worry, I can kiss you freely, in front of whoever I wish. I hate that there are barriers for us. I understand tradition, I respect it… but I can’t help but wish to break it.” He wouldn’t, but he had to hold his breath as he felt her nose brush against his own. The walls of rigid rules were so irritating for him, he wanted to make them crumble to rubble on the ground.

“I know. I crave it just as much, Harry.” She replied shakily, breath felt against his lips. “I want your touch on every part. But we have to respect the traditions. Don’t we?” She asked, feeling as though she could fall over as she felt their lips brush for a single second before his own rested over her cheek.

“We do.” He mumbled against the smooth skin. “But… I can kiss here.” His lips puckered ever so slightly on her cheek, dangerously close to her mouth. “I can kiss here… and it’s not breaking any rules. My ring is on your finger… I tend to claim you in the ways the world allows, to follow those rules.. but you are mine.” He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to arch into him. A little gasp left her as she felt a firmer kiss placed to her cheek again, letting their lips feather together before he placed one to the opposite side. “My bride. My queen. My heart. I will never be as proud of anything… as I am to have been chosen by you.”

Y/N let out a whimper, pulling him close and returning the gesture. Dangerously close kisses, right in the same places. Temptation. She should have pulled away, but she couldn’t. Her body pulsed, a heartbeat felt between her legs as he let out a quiet groan.

“My sweet…” he rasped. “My self control is so little. It’s merely hanging by a fraying thread. I respect you more than to take you in a library aisle…” he paused. “At least before we are married.” The thought flooded her brain, her skirts lifted up and his firm palm holding her mouth to keep her quiet. Taking her deep and slow against the shelves, filling her to the brim. Her leg hitched over his waist while fingers clawed at him- he didn’t know how he was able to wait.

“Harry…” she gasped, feeling his lips press to her jaw. “You’re making it so hard for me to behave. I need to be…” she lost her train of thought as her eyes closed, head falling back against the wood. His kisses were feather light, brushing over her jaw and making her fingers dig into his arms. If she was in this much pleasure just from this? What would it be like without all of the barriers? Would his fingers make her tingle as much on bare flesh? Would his kiss her all over?

“I’m sorry…” he mumbled against her skin. “I’m sorry…” teeth grazed her ear, making her whine. “I’m sorry, my sweet. I will stop.” He had to drag himself away from her body, tempted to nibble on her smooth neck and leave marks all over. He couldn’t. But he wanted to.

Y/N wanted to gasp at his looks. His dark gaze, eyes glinting in a darkness she had never seen before. Lust. True lust, his cheeks flushed and lips slightly swollen. It would look like they did more than look for books if they were caught, but Y/N committed it to memory. She wanted this very look painted in a portrait. Her Prince’s desire for her. Nothing had ever felt more real. “My beautiful prince…” she sighed, hands prying away from his arms to hold his hands. “We must leave or we will get carried away. You’ll never forgive yourself.” She knew that much. Harry was very proud of doing this properly. Of keeping himself a gentleman.

“I know.” his fingers squeezed over hers, taking his own deep breath as he calmed himself. “I’ll behave. It is hard, having the affections of a woman as stunning as you and not be able to indulge… But I must.” Even if it pained him. He would do this properly, honor her and make her his wife before he devoured her in the way he craved.

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lovecanyon · 2 years

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INSTAGRAM BLURB

king!harry x queen!y/n…

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voguemagazine Say hello to your new King and Queen of the United Kingdom, Harry and Y/N Styles!

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ynfan2 WORLD = STOPPED

harryfan4 i’m crying

yoursister yes! yes! yes!

ynfan6 this is actually so iconic 😭

zendaya holy shit…i’m friends with the queen?

harryfan8 this means harry and y/n have to move back to the uk…

emmalouisecorrin i am never shutting up about this

ynfan3 THE HOTTEST ROYAL COUPLE EVER

harry_lambert screaming as i type this

harryfan5 y/n and harry’s friends being so excited for them is so cute omg

florencepugh the most iconic queen and king

ynfan9 twitter is in flames right now

harryfan11 i support this so much

alexademie 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

ynfan7 moving to london

alessandro_michele love!

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royalupdates Y/N AND HARRY AT A AIRPORT IN LOS ANGELES LAST NIGHT!

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harryfan14 THE WAY THEY ARE KING AND QUEEN NOW

ynfan16 harry and y/n aren’t even in the uk 🤭

harryfan18 you know harry is dreading moving back to london

ynfan13 diana is a princess now omg

harryfan15 i always forget their daughter is named diana 😭

ynfan17 same…

harryfan19 they are so cute together

ynfan21 i still can’t believe y/n and harry are king and queen

harryfan23 one of the best royal couples ever

ynfan25 this is really happening then 🥳

harryfan27 literally going insane

ynfan29 THEY ARE ON THEIR WAY

harryfan26 please stop sending me these pictures of my fiancé wrapped around another woman. this is not me and it's hard enough knowing this has happened without seeing it. enough now.

ynfan30 so many celebrities are posting about harry and y/n…

harryfan32 i will not stop talking about them

ynfan34 truly a moment to remember

After his grandmother passed away sadly yesterday, Harry now takes on the role of being King and his wife Y/N, Queen. A statement from The Royal Family released yesterday on behalf of Harry and Y/N becoming King and Queen. Many people seemed satisfied with the decision and expressed their feelings onto social media.

Out of all 39 generations of The Royal Family, the Styles couple received more praise than ever. It’s no surprise everyone loves them, their wedding was the most celebrated royal wedding without it being streamed on national television.

Many sources tell us Harry and Y/N are already moved into Buckingham Palace with their daughter Princess Diana. The new Royal Family is now settled in.

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ynharryupdates Y/N OUT IN LONDON TODAY!

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harryfan35 she literally slayed

ynfan35 I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 😭

harryfan37 our queen!!!!

ynfan39 this is such an iconic moment

harryfan41 YES YES YES YES

ynfan43 y/n really said team princess diana

harryfan45 she could run me over and i would not care at all

ynfan40 the queen in all her glory ✨

harryfan44 the only reason why i like royalty

ynfan46 this is giving princess diana’s revenge dress 🤭

harryfan48 LMAO RIGHT

ynfan42 y/n arrived in england and ate everyone up

harryfan50 one of our best queens yet

ynfan52 YESSS THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING

harryfan54 y/n becoming queen is actually so amazing

ynfan51 I AM CELEBRATING ALL DAY BECAUSE OF THIS

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stylesdaily Harry arriving at his wife’s coronation in London!

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ynfan59 HE IS SO HOT

harryfan61 ‘his wife’ don’t shove it in my face like this 😭

ynfan63 i want to be y/n

harryfan65 his glasses, his suit, him in general 🫠

ynfan67 harry’s smile has me sliding down the wall

harryfan69 he’s literally a dream

ynfan62 the most perfect man ever

harryfan64 y/n is so lucky to be married to him…i want her life

ynfan66 tell me about it

harryfan68 harry is so pretty omg

ynfan70 he can kill me already

harryfan72 DILF DILF DILF

ynfan74 you know he’s so happy right now

harryfan76 he seriously has me in a chokehold

ynfan78 everything about him is perfection

harryfan71 his dimples…🫡

ynfan73 the only man i’ll bow down too

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theroyalfamily Our Queen Y/N Styles with her mother at her sovereign’s consort.

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harryfan75 OH MY GOD

ynfan77 both are literal queens

florencepugh i’ve been waiting for this moment 🤍

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tchalamet can’t believe i’m friends with the damn queen

ynfan82 I LOVE THIS

harry_lambert two beauties!!! ✨

harryfan84 i’m loving y/n as queen

yoursister MY TWO FAVORITE WOMEN ❤️

ynfan86 why is this so cute

alexademie such an amazing moment

harryfan81 imagine having a daughter and she becomes the queen of england…

alesandro_michele so sweet 🍓

ynfan83 queen!y/n is such a slay

emmalouisecorrin AHHHHHHH

harryfan85 emma is all of us right now 😭

zendaya i’m literally crying

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updatingstyles Y/N AT HER CORONATION CEREMONY TONIGHT!

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ynfan91 she looks so happy

harryfan93 Y/N IS THE MOMENT!!!

ynfan95 i love this for her 🥹

harryfan97 going insane over this

ynfan99 SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL

harryfan102 y/n is already eating up being queen

ynfan104 she was born to be queen

harryfan106 the way every celebrity was at her ceremony 😭

ynfan108 i aspire to be y/n one day

harryfan103 loving all the queen content today

ynfan105 SERIOUSLY NEVER GETTING OVER THIS

harryfan109 she married royalty and ended up becoming queen… now that’s what i call being god's favorite

ynfan113 best queen already

harryfan115 this is the biggest thing ever

ynfan110 happiest day 🥳

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variety Y/N Styles the new Queen of England gets interviewed and photographed by her husband, Harry Styles for her September Variety cover.

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ynfan122 queen elizabeth is shaking

harryfan125 Y/N IS SO BEAUTIFUL 🙏

harris_reed i need this magazine ASAP

ynfan127 harry took the photos?? i’m crying

hunterschafer i needed this in my life

harryfan129 y/n has the biggest chokehold on me

zendaya IN LOVE

ynfan131 she’s so breathtaking

yoursister amazing. amazing. amazing.

harryfan133 harry interviewing y/n is the cutest thing ever

nickkroll queen = model

ynfan135 i am going to need her on more covers

taylorswift MY QUEEN

harryfan137 harry giving y/n all the spotlight is so sweet 😭

kaiagerber loving this

ynfan139 i don’t know if i wanna be her or be with her

Never in her life would she expected to become the Queen of England, yet here she was moving back into The Buckingham Palace with her husband and daughter. When she left the United Kingdom and moved into a bungalow in Malibu she did not expect to be moving back so suddenly.

Taking the role of Queen earned many positive responses. But there were some people worried about a 28 year old running England.

“I understand the different points of views. Why would you want someone so young to become the Queen of England.” Y/N comments. “But people wouldn’t put me and Harry in charge if they knew we weren’t capable of being King and Queen. We know what we are doing.”

Becoming a mother just 11 months ago had the world discussing the Styles couple, especially when they named their baby after Princess Diana which left people in shock.

Majority of individuals praised the two for naming their daughter after Styles’s mother, but there had been rumors of some Royal members not liking the honored name.

The almost one year old princess Diana is adored by the world. One of Harry’s close friend’s Alessandro Michele constantly sends little Princess Diana custom clothes, in an interview he said she was the sweetest baby ever.

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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Humphrey High

in which Harry and Y/N hate each other but things change when there is a possible attempt of murder...

(Academic rivals to lovers or prince!harry)

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Harry Styles- Comes from old money family no one knows about, only child, hates Y/N, mummy's boy, a brat, best at almost everything.

Y/N Y/L/N- Comes from new money and is trying to fit in rich lifestyle, has three older sisters, hates Harry, daddy's girl, has anger issues, best at studies and tennis.

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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WONDERWALL (part 5)

A/N: aaaand the final part is here! thank you for coming on this royal adventure!!

PAIRING: Royal!Harry X Maid!Reader

WARNING: sexual content

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Cassidy is out cold by the time you decide to sneak out. You feel like a silly little teenager, trying to trick her parents and hook up with her crush. Only that your parents are not around, you’re an adult and you have a crush on none other than the future king of the country. It’s a weird situation.

Pulling a hoodie on you tiptoe out of the room, careful not to wake your roommate and then head over to Harry’s room.

It’s been a couple of hours since what happened in the woods so you’ve had some time to think. You couldn’t figure out for sure what Harry’s intentions are, but from the nature of the interaction by that tree you are thinking that it might be just a no strings attached situation. He must be frustrated by his upcoming coronation and becoming a leader and he wants nothing else than just to blow out some steam.

So as you’re nearing his room, walking down the endless hallways of the palace you’re bracing yourself for the possible outcome where Harry asks you to have casual sex with him and nothing more. In the meanwhile, you’re pushing everything into the back of your mind that tells you how badly you want him more than in just a physical way.

As you stand at his closed door you take a few moments to yourself, weighing in on what you’re about to do. If your speculations are right, you’re just about to become friends with benefits with the man who’ll be the king of Eroda in just a little over a week.

Holding your breath you knock on the heavy door and wait for an answer, but instead, it opens and a very much cozy looking Harry appears in front of you. He is wearing sweatpants and a loose, grey t-shirt, appears to be fresh out of the shower, because his curls are damply falling into his forehead.

“Hi,” he breathes out, as if he is surprised you actually came. “Come on in,” he invites you inside holding the door open and you walk in, a sense of intimacy washing over you, standing in his room so late and out of work.

He closes the door and you turn towards each other, a few beats of silence falling upon the room, both of you trying to figure out what to say exactly and at last Harry speaks up first.

“I wanted to kiss you a week ago,” he confesses and your eyebrows shoot up at his words.

“Y-You did?”

“Yeah,” he nods with a soft chuckle as he starts walking towards you slowly. “I didn’t pull back because I didn’t want to. I just… knew that my actions will have consequences and I didn’t want to pull you into it before I figured out what to do.”

“Consequences?”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m about to become king,” he comments with a cheeky smile and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him, but he wasn’t expecting anything else from you.

“Oh really? Haven’t heard about that.”

“On a more serious note,” he clears his throat, trying to contain his grin. “Everything I do is watched by the whole country. I can’t just recklessly do what I want and then move on like nothing happened. I hope you understand that.”

“I do,” you nod, nervously fumbling with your fingers.

“Most people expect me to only get involved with women from class, in fact, Valentina has been fantasizing about marrying me probably since she was eight,” he continues and your throat is going dry, you don’t really like where it’s heading so far, is it gonna be the point where he tells you nothing can happen between the two of you because of who you are?

“Decades ago it would have been the end of my family if I was caught with someone like you.” He is now standing about one step away from you and you pray he can’t see the sadness in your eyes. It’s kind of devastating that he cares about it all and now gonna reject you because of it. That’s not how you got to know him so far.

Reaching up he cups your face in his hands and you want to pull away, but the warmth of his touch is pulling you closer, melting into his palm.

“Good thing we’re not living in those times,” he then adds and your eyes widen in shock. That was a twist for sure. “I’m falling for you, Y/N. Like never before,” he admits and you almost faint. Is this really happening? Did he really just confess that to you? “I never thought that a woman who can piss me off like you can would turn my world upside down,” he chuckles and you break a smile too.

“I’m glad I can do that,” you breathe out.

“You do a lot of things to me, Y/N,” he murmurs leaning closer and teasing you with just nudging your nose with his, but not kissing you yet. “And there’s even more I want to do to you.”

“Do them. All of them, please!” you beg, desperate to feel his lips on yours at this point. Harry’s smirk widens, but still doesn’t kiss you.

“Patience. We still have a few things to discuss.”

“Like what?” you breathe out, staring more at his lips than at his eyes. He takes a deep breath and you can sense the change in him in an instant.

“We might not be living in those times but the judgement is still there. People will talk and gossip and say bad things. I don’t want to put you through it without telling you the truth. You have a choice, I don’t. I understand if it’s too much for you.”

“So… what is it exactly we are talking about? The thing between us?” you ask with a shy smile.

“Whatever we want it to be. I already told you I’m falling for you. I want to be with you, get to know you even more and… see what it could be.”

“So you want more than just sex?” you ask bluntly.

“I want you, Y/N. All of you, in any and every possible way,” he answers and a shiver runs down your spine at his words. “I’m using all my self-control to hold myself back right now, especially after having a taste of you already, but I won’t do a thing unless you tell me you want it. That you’re okay with being involved with me.”

“Harry, I’m more than okay,” you breathe out, running short on patience. You want him, more than anything and you’re ready to make sacrifices for him.

“Are you sure?” he hums as he leans so close, his lips are almost brushing against his.

“Completely, please, Harry, just—“ you start to beg, but don’t get to finish before his hungry lips claim yours again, finally.

He is kissing you like there’s no tomorrow, not holding back, his tongue pushing into your mouth right away, he is definitely over holding himself back.

You’re stumbling around in the room until the back of your legs hit the bed and the two of you fall onto the mattress in fits of giggles, but keep kissing, tangled together, rolling around until Harry gets on top of you, his hips pressing against yours and you can already feel him getting hard.

“Harry,” you moan, rolling your hips and he groans against your lips. He feels like a horny teenager again, like he can’t think straight and only wants to get himself buried deep inside you.

He drags his lips down the line of your jaw and the column of your throat while tugging your sweater up on your body along with your shirt underneath, finding a pleasant surprise; you’re wearing no bra.

“Y/N, oh my God I’m fucking crazy about you,” he grunts, tugging the fabrics off of you, leaving you shirtless and your back arches when his lips crash down onto your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth while he gropes your other breast with his hand. Breathing in your scent he feels like he is completely intoxicated and high on you, the best feeling he has ever experienced.

Your greedy hands impatiently fist his shirt as well, ridding him of it soon before he does the same with your pants, leaving you in only your underwear that’s already soaked. Reaching between your legs he swipes two fingers across your clothed pussy, feeling up just how turned on you are.

“This is for me? I made you this wet, huh?” he murmurs, kissing the soft spot behind your ear, his fingers keep moving, feeling you up.

“Yes!” you cry out, wiggling underneath him, desperate to feel more.

Hooking his fingers into the fabric he tugs it down and a moment later you’re lying completely naked on his bed, his lips tasting yours relentlessly with so much hunger. It doesn’t take long for his head to end up between your legs. The sight of him down there, watching you with greedy eyes, you see his back and shoulder muscles move with each movement and you just want to kiss each and every one of them.

He teases you with only kissing the inner side of your thighs, nearing where you need him the most and only allowing his lips on your cunt when you’re on the verge of tears. But then it’s like paradise. He sucks and kisses and uses his fingers to please you, tasting the juice of your pleasure as if it was the sweetest nectar he has ever tasted. One of his hands moves up your body, over your stomach and to your heaving chest and he loves feeling your racing heartbeat under the touch of his palm while he devours you with his mouth.

Though it would be heavenly to come like this, it’s not what you want right now. You want his cock inside you and before that, you want a taste of him as well. Grabbing a handful of his hair you tug him up and he understands the message, moving up he is eager to press his lips to yours and the taste of yourself mixes with your moans before you push him down to the mattress and get on top of him. You kiss your way down his chest, explore the patterns on his soft skin and every time your tongue presses against his hot skin he groans impatiently, his hips buckling up involuntarily.

When you finally reach the elastic of his pants the bulge in it is already impressive and you palm it over the fabric, earning yourself a loud moan and you can’t hold a proud smile back before you hook your fingers into the elastic and pull his pants down along with his underwear, his hard cock springing free in front of you.

Fuck, he is so big, the red tip already leaking and you haven’t even started with him. He watches you intently as you wrap a hand around the base and leaning down you kiss the tip before giving his massive length a lick from bottom to top.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” he moans, the muscles in his thighs twitching from the sensation. You place your free hand to his inner thigh, his fingers digging into his flesh as you take him into your mouth and give him a gentle suck before taking several inches of him.

With a hand on the back of your head Harry’s eyes roll back into his head, your name falling from his lips as desperate pleas while you bob your head up and down, forcing yourself to take more and more of him, just the sounds that rip out of his chest are making you feral and obsessed with having him like this; at your mercy and falling apart.

Harry is about to burst in bliss, every time his cock disappears in your mouth he falls for you more and more and harder than ever. And as much as he loves having himself buried in your warm mouth, he wants to feel himself in your pussy already.

He cups your jaw in his hand and pulls you up, you let go of his cock with a pop, your lips are glistening from your saliva and Harry tugs you up, crashing his lips onto yours as he flips you over and onto your back on the mattress, getting on top of you, his hips settling between your legs and you moan loud and shamelessly when the tip of his cock presses against your clit. Harry reaches to the side and blindly tears the drawer of his bedside table open, but you grab his wrist and pull it back.

“I’m on birth control and I really want to feel you raw, please!” you tell him, kissing the corner of his mouth and his answer is a guttural growl before he kisses you hard and reaches down between your naked bodies to position himself to your center.

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment probably since the day I first saw you,” he murmurs against your lips and you whimper when he drags the head of his hard cock up and down your pussy, collecting wetness before he pushes just the tip inside. “Are you mine, Y/N? I want you all to myself.”

“I’m yours. All of me, it’s yours,” you gasp as he slowly pushes more and more in until his whole length is buried deep inside you.

“Fuck, say that again!” he begs as he starts moving, in and out, slowly picking up his pace.

“Yours, Harry. I’m yours,” you repeat as you wrap your arms around his torso, your fingers digging into his back muscles.

His arms frame your head and his lips capture yours in messy kisses from time to time as he keeps thrusting in and out of you. It’s everything you ever wanted and needed, you’ve never felt like this before with anyone and if you had an ounce of doubt in you about Harry, now it’s all gone. You want him, in and out, all to yourself and for as long as possible.

It’s almost embarrassing how fast your orgasm builds up and you come screaming his name, but he doesn’t last longer either, his hips falling out of rhythm as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, riding his high to the fullest.

After a few more sloppy thrusts his movements come to a halt, but he remains on top of you. Minutes or maybe hours go by before he rolls off or you, but his arms lock around you in an instant, pulling you against his sweaty body and you gladly melt against him. His lips press against your forehead and when you lift your head to look at him you see his beautiful green irises are filled with joy as he smiles at you.

“Your majesty, you’re a bit possessive, huh?” you tease him with a giggle, referring back to how he demanded you to tell him you’re his.

“As if you didn’t enjoy being labeled as mine. I saw the shine in your eyes,” he grins before craning his neck so his lips could meet yours for a short, chaste kiss.

“I’m yours, but are you mine too?” you ask softly as you cup his cheek in one hand.

“Completely,” he replies without hesitation before he turns his face and kisses into the palm of your hand.

You’re late.

Again.

But this time it’s not entirely your fault.

Running around the room you’re collecting your clothes from here and there, putting them on in a hurry while your hair is still one big mess, bouncing around with every movement. You have about one minute to be down at the morning briefing, but you have no idea where your shoes are.

“Under the chair, Love,” Harry’s voice snaps you out of your frantic search and your head snaps in his direction. He’s lying in his bed, king sized for a future king, no shirt and you know for a fact that no underwear under the sheets. His arms are tucked under his head as he’s watching you with a smug grin, knowing well that he is the reason you’re late.

You wanted to get up and out of bed in time, but he wouldn’t let go of you, kept stealing kisses until they turned a little more heated which eventually led to some hot morning sex. Not that you’re complaining, but Agnes won’t be glad when you stumble into the briefing late and looking completely unpresentable.

“Thanks,” you huff and grab your shoes from where he said they were and put them on with one hand while trying to comb through your hair with your other one.

“Can I get a goodbye kiss?” he asks innocently, but there’s no doubt the moment you’d get into his reach he would pull you back into bed. His morning meeting got canceled yesterday and now he is way too smug about having a few free hours for himself, even though it’s not the case for everyone.

It’s been two days since Sunday, the turning point. Two blissful days of… whatever it might be that’s going on between you and Harry. Now it seems ridiculous there was a time you thought Harry didn’t want you. Ever since the wall between the two of you broke down he’s been making sure you know just how into you he is.

“You look stunning today.”

“I love your smile, especially when it’s because of me.”

“I wish I could spend the whole day with you.”

“I’ll be thinking about you until I see you again.”

These are just a few of the things that made the butterflies in your stomach go wild, turning you into a giddy teenager. Every moment you spend apart you ache to know where he is, what he is doing and whether he is thinking about you, but according to him, you’re always on his mind. Which is great, because you can’t stop thinking about him either.

“We both know it wouldn’t be just a kiss,” you tell him with a knowing look as you somehow regulate your hair into a bun.

“I’m sorry I can’t get enough of you,” he innocently apologizes, but the grin on his face tells you otherwise.

“Stop trying to get into my panties again!” you warn him but walk closer to the bed anyway. He scoots to the side as you approach him, but you stop just out of his reach. “Just a kiss, Harry. Seriously, I’m already late.”

“Tell them I needed your immediate help.”

“With what exactly?” you arch an eyebrow, inching closer so now his hand can sneak up your thigh, under your skirt. His smirk widens and he needs no words to let you know his answer. “You’re so needy all the time,” you roll your eyes but lean down anyway, pressing your lips against his soft ones, he kisses you back right away, one hand remained on your thigh, his fingers gently massaging the muscles while his other one cradles the back of your head, gently pulling you down, keeping you close to stretch the kiss out for as long as possible.

“I really have to go,” you mumble against his lips and with one last peck, you pull away and head towards the door.

“The things you do to me!” Harry growls and you just laugh, glancing back at him one last time from the door.

“I didn’t do anything,” you wink at him before walking out and leaving him alone.

The gods had you in their favors. When you finally get to the briefing it hasn’t started yet, someone kept Agnes up so she storms into the room just about five seconds after you and misses how you were totally late.

You ignore Cassidy’s staring, who’s been on your case for a long time now. You haven’t told her exactly what’s been going on between you and Harry, but it’s obvious you can’t hide it much longer. She’s not stupid, she can tell something is up and you hate not telling her the truth.

Through the whole briefing you feel her eyes on you, she knows you didn’t spend the night in the room and you’ll have to come clean.

For the noon you get signed up for laundry along with Cassidy and two other girls, Krissi and Leah.

“That’s it for today. Report to me when everything is done on your list and we’ll see if there’s anything else to do. Thank you,” Agnes dismisses the group and everyone goes on their merry way.

“You’re not getting away from telling me everything this time,” Cassidy tells you as you head up to your floor, Krissi and Leah walking a few steps ahead of you.

“Chill down, I know! But this might not be the right moment,” you whisper back, looking around cautiously.

“The right moment was about two days ago. I want to know everything!”

Sighing you look around again and make sure no one is listening before you link your arm with Cassidy’s and lean close to keep your voice down.

“I’m… seeing Harry. Like, we’re… we’re a thing.”

“A thing? Like… you’re hooking up?” she whisper-yells with wide eyes.

“It’s more than just hooking up. We’re just gonna see where it’s heading.” You can’t hold a smile back from your lips just thinking about everything that has happened since last Sunday.

“Oh my God, you’re so gone for him!” she gasps. “What is he like in bed? Is he as good as people assume?”

“Cassidy!” you snap at her, feeling your cheeks heating up.

“Come on, I need a little something!”

Sighing you pull her to the side by one of the windows before you’d turn the corner to the queen’s suit.

“He is… the best. In every way. He is passionate and caring, always makes sure to give just as much as he gets, if not more.”

“Fuck, he sounds like the perfect lover,” she hums dreamily. “You spent every night with him since your little classes?”

“Yeah,” you nod with a giggle. “It’s been hard to keep our hands off of each other.”

“You lucky bitch! You have what the whole kingdom wants! Or at least the women.”

“Shh, keep it down! We don’t want the whole palace to know about it yet,” you shush her.

“So it’s a secret affair?”

“Well… It wouldn’t be smart to make it so public when we don’t know for sure what it is,” you explain. “It’s a complicated situation and he’s very protective. He danced back before because he didn’t want to bring me into something seriously affecting without thinking it through and having my approval.”

“That’s actually kind of sweet,” she swoons.

“I know,” you sigh with a full heart.

“Y/N, I’m happy for you,” Cassidy smiles back at you, giving your hand a squeeze.

Before anyone could pick up what you’re talking about you return to work and don’t mention Harry when anyone is around, especially Leah and Krissi. Laundry work is kind of a neutral task, you collect the dirty ones, bring them to the laundry room, start the machines and bring clean ones. Easy as it is, but it doesn’t need much concentration either and you can’t help but keep thinking about Harry.

You’re falling for him with every passing moment, even when you’re not around him. You’ve never felt like this before, no man was able to sweep you off your feet the way Harry has been doing and you know your feelings are already stronger than you ever felt for anyone else before.

There aren’t many questions in you about where you want to head with him. You see a future with this man, even with all the obstacles you might have to face for the most human thing to ever exist.

As if he could feel you thinking about him, your phone buzzes in your dress’ hidden little pocket and when you pull it out you see a message from him.

HARRY: Meet me in my office.

His study room just got finished this weekend and now he has officially taken the spot where his father used to do business. He didn’t say it but it’s obvious it means a lot to him, that it’s an important connection between his father and him.

“Cass, I’m gonna take a quick break,” you let your friend know. She smiles at you knowingly and nods before you part ways.

Excitement rushes through your veins as you try not to run down the hallways like an excited little kid. Walking past guards and other staff you finally arrive at his study and knocking on the massive doors you wait for an answer from inside.

The door opens as you’re rolling on the ball of your feet and you get pulled into the room before you could even process what’s happening. One of Harry’s arms curls around you to keep you on your feet in the sudden motion, he shuts the door closed and presses you up against it, his lips claiming yours in an instant.

“Mm, missed me, huh?” you giggle, returning his hungry kisses.

“I always miss you when you’re not with me,” he murmurs before burying his face into the crook of your neck, his hands already wandering underneath your skirt. As much as you would love to take it further, you know you don’t have enough time and it’s risky for you to even be here. So gently pushing him away you pepper his lips with a few more soft kisses and step away from the door. Luckily, he gets the hint and completely understands it.

The room looks fantastic. It’s spacious, almost every wall is lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves with books as thick as your arm, his massive desk situated near the bright windows, allowing the light to hit it perfectly, there is a corner with a sofa and some armchairs and a giant and probably incredibly expensive coffee machine with a set of china next to it. Everything looks so… royal, so impressive, it’s exactly what you’d picture for a king.

For your king.

“Wow, it looks amazing,” you look around in awe and walking over to the desk you slide your fingers over the shiny surface of it.

“You like it?” you hear Harry’s voice coming from behind.

“Yeah, it suits you,” you smile, turning to face him. “Sit there, let me see what you look like doing business,” you giggle, nodding towards the leather seat behind the desk.

He smirks, walking around the desk and you watch him take the seat, leaning onto the top as he watches you. You can’t help but bite into your bottom lip at the sight of him. He’s wearing his usual crispy white shirt, but the sleeves are rolled up, showing off the ink on his skin and the way only one corner of his mouth is curling up is giving you ideas of what you could do that would involve this desk between the two of you.

“Come ’ere,” he murmurs, leaning back in the seat and you obey without a second thought. He turns away from the desk and spreads his knees so you can stand between them. Reaching out you run a hand through his hair as his palms slip to your waist, tugging you closer, making you almost fall on top of him.

“You’re being naughty, what if someone comes in?” you warn him, but make no action to put at least some distance between you and him.

“No one barges in here without knocking first,” he hums and turning his head he kisses your arm, your hand still tangled into his hair. “But if someone did… would it be so bad if they caught us?”

“Weren’t you the one who said we need to think everything through before acting? Getting caught might not be the best way to make it official.”

“Make what official?” he smirks cheekily.

“That… we’re a thing?”

“A thing?” he chuckles. “That’s quite the label.”

“Okay, then what do you want to call it?”

“I want to call you mine.”

“I’m already yours,” you smile at him softly before leaning down you press your lips against his and he returns it eagerly. “And you’re mine, right?” you whisper against his lips.

“Yours. And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he answers before kissing you passionately.

Though you could stop yourself before, hearing his words you feel your self control vanishing and you want him way more than just moments ago. His hands are exploring your body as he kisses you with intense hunger and you return it just as eagerly, pressing yourself up against him.

He emerges from his seat without breaking away from you and the next thing you know is that he is helping you up onto the desk, his hips pressing between your open legs. The whole scenario feels like it’s straight out of one of your fantasies, never in a million years you would have thought you’d find yourself in this situation, with none other than the future king of Eroda. Sometimes you still feel like it’s too good to be true.

Soft moans slip through your parted lips when you involuntarily roll your hips against his, Harry groans against your neck where he is nibbling on the skin, kissing and sucking it, not even caring if he leaves marks behind. He is way too lost in the bliss of having you in his arms.

“Fuck, Y/N… You’re…” he mumbles before kissing his way back to your mouth.

“I’m what?” you breathe out, your words turning into a moan when his growing erection is pressed against your center.

“You’re everything,” he replies, stealing your next moan as he kisses you so hard you almost fall back on the desk.

Neither of you are planning to stop, it’s way too heated and you can’t think straight anymore, but when you hear voices coming from outside you jump off the table and Harry moves back, though the state both of you are in and the way your chest is heaving are massive give-aways of what was happening.

The people pass by the door and their voices die down in the hallway, but it was the reminder you needed that it’s not safe to just fall for your desires whenever and wherever.

“Sorry,” Harry chuckles, running a hand through his hair, trying to catch his breath and you feel your cheeks heating up when you see the bulge in his pants. Hopping off the desk you walk past him and stand by the window as you fix your clothes and hair. He completely messed up your apron somehow, so you untie it at the back and try to redo it, though you’re not the best at it, usually Cassidy helps you out.

“Let me do it,” Harry softly murmurs as he steps behind you and takes over the task. He ties it carefully before his hands slip to your waist from behind and he kisses into your neck.

“Don’t start again, your majesty,” you sigh as you turn around in his hold and kiss him gently, careful not to get back to where you were just moments ago.

“I’m sorry, can’t help it,” he grins, stealing another kiss before forcing himself to let go of you.

Smiling to yourself you smooth out the wrinkles on your dress and absentmindedly glance out the window, realizing just how sheer the curtains are. The windows are massive and Harry’s desk is dangerously close to them, meaning that if someone was walking by they would easily spot what the two of you were doing.

Looking around cautiously you don’t see a thing, but there’s an eerie, unsettling feeling in your guts that tells you, you should have been more careful.

“Everything alright?” Harry asks and you tear your gaze away from the view to see him tucking his shirt back into his pants.

“Yeah,” you nod with a faint smile. “I really should go back to work.”

“Can I see you tonight?”

“We’ll see,” you chuckle. Walking over to him you fix his collars before pressing a short kiss to his lips and heading towards the door.

“I’ll be waiting,” he calls after you. Glancing over your shoulder you wink at him before slipping out of the room, hoping no one noticed your rapid visit.

It’s been a tiring day. Harry’s last meeting has stretched longer than he expected, but it’s been his usual all week. With the coronation coming up on Monday, so in just two short days, his duties are never ending, it seems.

His study finally empties out as his last guest leaves the palace and thankfully, he is finished for the day. Collapsing into his seat he takes a few moments in the quiet and peace he’s been dreading all day, knowing well it all starts in the morning again.

But it’s what he signed up for. This is what he always knew he would be doing and he loves to serve his country and be a leader, but sometimes he wishes he could just take a day off.

There’s a knock on the door and he almost groans, but when he calls out and sees his mother walking in he loses his lack of enthusiasm towards his guest.

“Hey,” he breathes out and standing up from his seat he rounds the desk and nods at Anne, inviting her to sit on the sofa.

“Hi, did you just finish for the day?” she asks. This past week the queen has completely given up on her tasks, allowing Harry to take over the lead before his official coronation. That means she hasn’t been attending many meetings along with her son so the two of them didn’t see much of each other.

“Yeah, finances always take longer than anything else,” he chuckles, as they settle on the sofa.

“Believe me, I know,” she smirks knowingly. “I wanted to come by and ask how you’ve been. The big day is just around the corner.”

“I’m doing fine. I don’t have much time to not be,” he jokes.

“It’s crazy for now, but you’ll get used to it and also better at it.”

“I know,” he nods. Anne takes a deep breath, taking a look around before her eyes settle over Harry again.

“I’ve noticed that there’s a little shine in your eyes lately. What do you have to say about that?” she asks and they both know exactly what she’s talking about.

Anne knows Harry better than anyone and even after spending so much time apart, she can easily spot the slightest change in him right away. She is the biggest expert of Harry Styles.

“Not much. Only that… I’m happy,” he admits with a chuckle.

“Is it because of a particular person?”

“Why do you even ask when you know exactly what the answer will be?” he rolls his eyes with a chuckle. “It’s because of her. Y/N. I’m… I’m seeing her.”

“So it’s somewhat official?”

“I mean… between us, it is. We haven’t figured out what to do.”

“So you’re planning with her? It’s not just a fling?”

“It’s not,” he shakes his head confidently. “She is… I want to be with her. Always. And I think she feels the same way about me.”

“Well, that’s a great start,” she smiles and Harry feels relief washing over him, even though he knew his mother would support him no matter what. “I assume you don’t have a plan then.”

“That’s the last thing I have,” he admits laughing.

“Alright. Then maybe think about it. So when you’re a little bit less busy you’ll know what to do. I wouldn’t want you to find yourself in a situation that might hurt anyone you care about, or what’s worse, hurt you.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve just been so wrapped up in everything and it’s been nice to have something… just for myself.”

“I know and I wish you could keep it that way,” she sighs and reaching over she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. “But I’m glad you’re happy. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Do you think… Do you think she’ll be attacked if word gets out?”

“As I said before, there is always going to be judgment, no matter what. They won’t see the woman you see when you look at her. They’ll only see a maid who somehow got involved with the royal family and for some standards that’s unacceptable. So you have to brace yourself for the worst case scenario.”

“We’ll think about it and consult with the right people eventually,” Harry nods.

“I know you’ll make the best decisions. You always do,” she smiles before giving his hand another squeeze.

Harry can’t stop thinking about you after that in the sense where he is trying to imagine his life without you. He can’t. The way you’ve made him feel, he’s obsessed and he wants to keep it forever. When he was younger he questioned whether he’d ever find the person he’d want to stay with forever. Who’d make him feel so…

Loved.

And in love.

Harry loves you, he knows that now. He’s been trying to label his feeling, but because he’s never felt like this before he couldn’t decide what it was. Now he is sure he is in love with you.

That night he is waiting for your arrival impatiently, wanting to see you after a long day spent apart and when you slip into his room he is quick to pull you into his arms and kiss you with all the love he has for you.

“Hello to you too,” you grin against his lips, your arms hugging his neck as you stand on your tiptoes to lessen the height difference between the two of you.

“Hi,” he smiles, resting his forehead against yours. Just looking into his eyes you see the change in him and it worries you for a moment.

“What happened?” you ask, cupping his face in your hands.

“Nothing, I just… I’m thankful you’re here. With me.”

Smiling warmly at him you kiss his lips before pulling him towards the bed. Despite his words you can tell something is different and you feel like tonight it’s best if you just simply hold each other. Harry curls around you in an instant as you get under the sheets and you wrap your arms around him, his head resting on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat.

“Are you nervous about monday?” you ask, playing with his curls.

“A little bit, yeah,” he hums. “I just don’t want to trip and fall anytime during the ceremony,” he adds with a chuckle.

“That would be funny,” you grin. “But I’m sure it’ll be alright.”

“Y/N?” he softly says.

“Yes, Harry?” you answer and he loves the way you say his name.

“Nothing will change between us, right?” he asks, lifting his head up so he can look into your eyes. “Whatever happens, we’ll be the same. I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine, right?”

“We’ll be the same, Harry. No matter what,” you assure him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

That’s all he wanted to hear, that even in the midst of the craziest time of his life he’ll have you the way he needs you.

On Sunday you wake up early in the morning and after kissing Harry goodbye several times and successfully peeling yourself out of his needy grip, you return to your room before the morning rush could start in the palace. Cassidy is still asleep, she has about thirty more minutes before her alarm goes off so you make sure to stay quiet for that time. Busying yourself with braiding your hair and scrolling on your phone you kill some time and enjoy the stillness of the early hours.

That is until a knock is heard on the door.

At first you think it’s Harry. Who else would be at your door so early? However as you walk over to the door and open it you’re surprised and kind of shocked to see Agnes. She is not wearing her uniform yet, though her casual attire doesn’t ease the seriousness she always carries in her presence.

“A-Agnes, good morning,” you say, not entirely sure how to act.

“Follow me,” she simply tells you and there’s no place for protest as you follow her down the hallway.

There are a million questions racing in your head but you don’t dare to speak as you head in the direction of Harry’s study and part of you already knows what it’s about, but you ignore it just for a few more seconds before you have to face reality.

As you’re escorted into the room the first person you see is Harry, he is standing behind his desk, leaning onto it, his head hanging low, but as you step inside it lifts and you see his wide, bloodshot eyes and your stomach drops.

Then you see the queen and a few more people who work for the royal family and suddenly you feel like you’re being examined through a microscope.

“G-Good morning, your majesty,” you breathe out, not sure about the etiquette in this odd situation. Harry ignores your confused greeting as he pushes himself away from the table and rounding it you see his pained expression just worsen.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes right away and as he reaches you he takes your hands between his.

“For what exactly?” you ask quietly.

Before anyone could say a word Agnes hands you a copy of the Sunday newspaper and on the very first page you see several pictures of yourself. They were taken through a window and you immediately know when they were taken so you’re not surprised the situations you see your past self in. You’re wearing your uniform and there’s one where you’re standing by the window, Harry right behind you, kissing into your neck as he holds your waist, and then there are the spicy ones, where you’re on the desk and though most of you is hidden behind Harry’s figure, there’s no denying about what was happening.

And then you see the headline: Future king caught hooking up with young maid.

“Fuck,” you breathe out as you stare at the pictures. You’re not a PR expert, but it’s obvious the photos are scandalous, the scenario is definitely not one you’d want to portray yourself in as a king.

“The timing of the publication was definitely set to be right before the coronation, to make it as big as possible,” one of the PR people speaks up, but you zone out on his further words as you open the newspaper and read some lines from the article. Additionally to the front page there are two more whole pages dedicated to the pictures, there are some more of just Harry from previous events and then they somehow got a few of you as well and it makes you realize your Instagram account is completely public. To make it go well with the narrative, they chose older pictures of you where you appear even younger and more inappropriate in age to Harry.

…The long time bachelor of the royal family seems to be fulfilling his needs with the staff of the palace. According to sources Y/N Y/L/N has been working as a maid for the royal family for the past few years and it seems like lately her duties have been expanded…

…Though the prince’s love life had always been kept private, it appears there’s more hidden than what we were expecting. And after all, we found out that his type is definitely the younger, more naive, classless women. Maybe he has had enough of the high expectations of the ladies in the kingdom and seeked something easier…

You hear more and more talking around you but all you can focus on is the article that keeps going on and on about how you’re just some nobody, a toy Harry likes to play with because you’re just an easy hook up, a temporary fix for his needs. It’s everything you feared from the first moment.

“We need to act right now or don’t do anything,” you hear the queen talk firmly. “We don’t have much left before hell breaks loose online, we need to have a plan.”

“We’re suing them, right?” Harry asks, one hand on your lower back while you just stand there, with the paper in your hand, your anxiety growing with each passing second. “Those pictures were taken on the property of the palace where they are not allowed.”

“Security issues are already being checked out to see how it could happen and our legal team is working on pressing charges. But that doesn’t make the story disappear,” the PR person says.

The discussion carries on and you feel like you’re not even there, like you’re just a ghost with nothing to add, nothing helpful and it’s starting to feel too much all at once.

“Excuse me,” you breathe out under your breath and you’re not sure anyone even heard you. Harry notices as you move towards the door and he calls after you, but you’re out of the room fast, running down the hallway and away from the issues that fell on your shoulders all of a sudden.

You know exactly where you’re going, to the place where you can be alone and have a breather from everything to think it all through. To the lake.

Harry tries to go after you, but he is held back, however he knows exactly where he needs to be also. With you.

“Your majesty, we need to take the matter in our hands, every minute matters,” the PR guy reminds him, but Harry is quick to shut him down.

“Do whatever you want. I trust you with the matter, but I need to make sure she is alright, understood?”

They want to protest, but Anne is the first one to speak up.

“I’ll take care of it. You go and do whatever you need to do,” she tells Harry and he looks back at her with appreciation before leaving the room to go after you.

By the time he frees himself you’re nowhere in sight, but he knows exactly where must have gone and he wastes no time running after you. To get there quicker he decides to take Ladybug out, heading to the lake in the woods.

You reach the water completely out of breath, but it’s not only because of the running, it’s also because of the panic attack you’ve been dealing with ever since you saw that newspaper. You should have seen it coming, that no matter what people would find the worst in you and pick you apart. You’ll always be the naive young girl, a little nobody next to the king of Eroda.

What if Harry sees you that way too? What if you really are just an easy, temporary fix until he finds someone with class to marry and be picture perfect with? You feel stupid for thinking he’d ever choose you, that he’d put himself through all of this for being with you.

“Fuck,” you gasp as you sit down by the water, onto the pebbled ground and just stare out ahead of you, tears dwelling in your eyes. It’s so early in the morning, you’re wearing the clothes you slept in, but you think about just walking into the water and submerging to feel isolated from everything.

However you don’t stay alone for long. You hear Ladybug’s galloping before you spot her with Harry. Wiping your cheeks from the tears you jump to your feet just as Harry climbs off of Ladybug, rushing up to you, cradling your face in his hands as he looks down at you with eyes full of worry.

“Y/N, why did you run away?” he breathes out, trying to catch his breath.

“I-I’m sorry, I just… It was too much at once so I wanted to think, but I’m so sorry for everything, Harry!”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, it wasn’t your fault!”

“But you’re being roasted because of me, because of my lack of status and class and it’s ruining your coronation, your big day!”

“Y/N stop, this is none of your fault!” he begs you, desperate to make you understand he doesn’t blame a thing on you.

“I-I’m sorry… It’s so… It’s okay if you want to end it, I would understand,” you whisper, your throat closing up as you’re fighting your tears back even harder, but you’re losing this battle.

“Y/N, listen to me,” he starts in a firm tone, still holding your face in his hands, his eyes focused on yours. “You rewrote my whole universe the moment I laid my eyes on you. Everything has been about you since then, every decision I make, every thought I have, every breath I take is to spend another moment with you even when things seem to be turning against us. There’s nothing that could change the way I feel about you. Absolutely nothing, do you understand me?”

Not trusting your voice all you can do is nod, your hands finding his waist as you push yourself closer to him, wanting to feel him. He rests his forehead against yours before speaking up again.

“Nothing they wrote in that article is true. You’re not just a hookup or a momentary adventure. I want to plan a future with you, Y/N. Forever or for as long as you’ll have me. Every moment I have with you is a gift to me, because… because I love you.”

Your eyes widen at his words and for a moment you think your knees will give up underneath you, but you manage to stay on your feet. It was unexpected and shocking, especially after the whirlwind of thoughts you just had a couple of minutes ago about him.

But one thing is for sure.

“I love you too,” you whisper, your hands fisting his shirt as you press up against him and your lips find his in an instant.

He kisses you back as if he was saying the words over and over again, I love you, I love you, I love you, his lips tell you in a different way than the first time, but you understand the words clear as daylight. The tears keep rolling down your cheeks, mixing with the taste of his lips, but they are a different kind now, you feel full and happy and most importantly, loved.

“Aren’t you needed back there to discuss the situation?” you ask when your kisses slow down, but you’re still tangled in each other, neither of you are willing to let go just yet.

“I’m exactly where I need to be,” he smiles before kissing you again.

The two of you ride back to the palace on Ladybug, you practically melt against Harry, completely forgetting about the rest of the world or the fact that you’re sitting on a horse again. He walks Ladybug back into her box and then takes your hand as you head back to his study to face reality.

No one comments on your disappearance and most importantly on the way Harry doesn’t let go of you, not even for just a moment. You sit in silence and listen to the conversation intently as a plan is formed. Before the clock hits eleven a statement will be released that the photos were taken on private property and the person who took them violated the law. Legal steps will be taken and the pictures will be deleted from every media outlet. No further statement will be forwarded, no explanation, no comment. The two of you are required to stay silent about the matter at least until after the coronation.

“And what about after? They won’t just let it die down, will they?” you ask Harry quietly so only he can hear your words.

“We’ll figure it out. We’re gonna have to come forward at one point and give out our own narrative.”

Nodding you just nervously chew on your bottom lip until Harry reaches up and pulls it out from between your teeth.

“Hey, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay? Just… talk to me. We can never speak of it in public, if that’s what you want.”

“You know we can’t do that,” you say with a bitter smile. “But I’m okay with… whatever is needed to be done. I just don’t want to make you appear in a bad light,” you admit. “Being seen with me looks to be quite damaging and I understand if you don’t want to ruin your reputation.”

“Y/N, that’s not happening,” he smiles at you gently. “Don’t worry, it’ll be alright.”

“I believe you,” you smile back and steal a quick kiss.

The rest of the day is filled with damage control. The royal legal team is nonstop working on getting a hold of the case and making every photo disappear from the internet, though everyone knows that’s basically impossible.

You stay with Harry for most of it, because one, you kind of want to hear every detail so you know what’s exactly going on. And two, because being with Harry is the only thing that keeps you sane for now.

When the end of the day finally comes you feel dreaded and want nothing else than to just sleep. You’re walking out of Harry’s study after one last meeting with the legal team and Harry is pulling you towards his room, but you stop him.

“Maybe we should spend tonight apart,” you suggest, exhaling shakily.

“What? Why?” he asks and you almost regret your suggestion seeing the panic in his eyes.

“It’s just that tomorrow is your big day, it’ll be busy enough without me being around. With the whole situation… maybe it’s best if we’re not seen together for now.”

Harry wants to protest, to tell you he wants you around him all the time but what you said was rational. It’s what you agreed to do and his day will be documented top to bottom tomorrow, so it’s better if you’re not around, just to keep yourself to the plan. But that doesn’t change the way he feels about you and how he wants you to be around all the time.

“When will I see you tomorrow then?”

“Um, I’ll be working, probably just in the kitchen so I’m not out in the front,” you add with a bitter chuckle. “But… let me know when the craziness is over and we’ll see, okay?”

“At least come to the ball in the evening. Are you working then as well?”

“No I’m not… but maybe it’s not the best decision to show up there.”

You can tell the rejection pains him and you hate that you make him feel like this, but today has been fucked up enough. As much as you need Harry by your side you also know you need some alone time to think everything through.

“Alright,” he nods, clearing his throat. Pulling you into his arms he kisses you without even looking around, checking if anyone is around. You melt into his embrace and kiss him back before he just simply rests his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile back at him, pecking his lips one last time before parting ways.

It feels like everything crashes down on you again once you return to your room. Cassidy is there, watching your every step as you practically fall into bed with the loudest groan that has ever been heard from you.

“So, are you alright?” she asks, rolling to the edge of her bed.

“I kind of want to die, thanks for asking,” you mumble into the pillow.

“What’s the plan? I read the statement about the legal steps, but nothing about the two of you.”

Sighing you lift your head and push yourself up into a sitting position, crossing your legs as you look at your roommate.

“There won’t be anything for a while. We need the coronation to happen and then we’re addressing the situation.”

“So what, you’re gonna hide until then?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at you.

“Kind of,” you shrug your shoulders.

“And you’re okay with that? Most importantly, is Harry okay with that?”

“I understand it. I’m not quite the best person to get involved in for a royal, don’t you think?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she scoffs. “No one is better than anyone just because of a stupid title, I thought you know that better than anyone. Why should you hide for literally the most mundane thing to ever exist? For being with someone? Does Harry want to hide you as well?”

“No… not really,” you admit.

“Thank God!”

“He wants me to go to the coronation ball tomorrow.”

“And you’re going, right?”

“I said I wouldn’t…”

“Y/N, you will not just hide in a corner until they let you make an appearance. Harry wants you there, it’s his and your decision, no one else’s. I say you go there, show up looking like a fucking goddess and make everyone regret all the bullshit they said about you!”

You blink back at her at a complete loss of words. You weren’t expecting a speech like this, especially not from her, but it definitely got the message through.

It’s mostly your own inner fears that are messing with your head. Harry made it clear he is not ashamed to be seen with you, he is planning a future with you and that’s exactly how you feel too. Then why should you let stupid, ignorant people decide how you live your life? You want to be there with Harry, support him and be part of the day that changes his whole life.

And no one can take that away from you.

At ten in the morning the next day, Harry officially becomes king of Eroda as the crown is placed on his head in St. Carolina Cathedral.

Just like everyone in the kingdom who is not present at the ceremony, you watch it through a live stream while working in the kitchen. Your chest fills with pride and joy as Harry is introduced as King of Eroda to the crowd, waving and smiling and you wish you could be there to witness it with your own eyes and not just through a screen.

The palace has been buzzing since early in the morning, the works for the big day seemingly never ending. When one thing is done there comes the next, there’s just no stopping.

Originally your shift should end at three, which leaves you just enough time to get ready for the coronation ball. However just five minutes before you are about to be off the clock Agnes comes up to you in a rush.

“Y/N, can you maybe take a few more hours of kitchen service?” she asks with her usual clipboard in her hands that definitely has a lot more papers clipped than on a normal day.

“Oh, I kind of…” you exhale, not sure whether you should come clean about your plans or tell her a lie. At last you realize you’re done hiding and it should start now. “I’m planning to attend the ball, Agnes. I can’t stay any longer.”

She examines you with a straight face and you’re convinced she is about to tell you how stupid of an idea it is, to go against the plan, but at last you see the tiniest smile turning the corners of her mouth upwards.

“You better look flawless, Y/N,” she tells you before rushing off to find a substitute.

The crown feels heavier than he expected, Harry thinks as he takes a look at himself in the mirror. He has just changed from his traditional suit he wore for the ceremony into a more conservative one for the ball, but with the crown on his head it would be hard to lose him in a crowd. All eyes are about to be on him again as he walks into the ballroom and dances with his mother to open the event.

Everything has been going perfectly, there was no mishap, no sudden issues, almost too perfect, if you ask him. But of course, above all the good he knew something was off all day.

He missed having you around.

He was really counting on sharing the night with you, but he didn’t want to press it after your suggestion. Waking up alone was disappointing and he hasn’t seen you all day either. Now the ball is about to start and you told him you wouldn’t be there. He has to go through the whole evening hoping to finally see you and hold you in his arms, that’s all he wants now.

There’s a knock on the door and as he calls out Anne walks in, wearing her ball gown, a black and golden piece that suits the occasion perfectly. She walks over to him with a proud smile to fix his collar even though it looks spotless.

“You know how proud I am of you, right?” she asks, brushing her hands over his shoulder gently.

“I know. And thank you for all the support you gave me,” he nods before pulling her into a hug she’s been dreading, but held herself back not sure if he’d be happy about it.

“I’ll always be by your side,” she smiles, squeezing him to herself. “Alright. Ready to make your first appearance?”

“I guess I am,” he chuckles as the two of them head out.

The ballroom is filled with lords and ladies, tonight is an occasion no one wanted to miss, of course. The trumpets go off as Anne appears on the top of the stairs and walks down gracefully, for the first time as not the queen. When she reaches the end of the stairs she steps aside, the trumpets start playing again and Harry finally steps out, taking a moment to look around in the room while the crowd cheers for him.

He walks down the stairs, just like his mother did only moments ago and the trumpets turn into music with a whole band and when he reaches the bottom he holds out his hand for Anne for their dance.

As they twirl to the middle of the room all he can think about is you and what you taught him about dancing. His posture, his movements, everything is resonating back at your work and the time the two of you spent together at your classes and his thoughts return to missing you once again.

While the two of them are dancing perfectly, at the back of the room the crowd starts to whisper and look around, even part as if someone more important than the king showed up.

It’s you.

You didn’t intend to stop the whole show with your arrival but as soon as people recognized you, it got out of hand. Wearing a simple, but elegant royal blue dress you only wanted to make your appearance known after Harry and Anne’s dance, but the crowd thought otherwise.

It gets to the point where Harry notices that something is happening, his gaze trying to spot what’s causing the scene and then he sees you.

The crowd of guests part until you’re fully visible to Harry as well and you’re obviously in the center of the attention now. Harry stops dancing, unable to look away from you while you look back at you a little uncertain and afraid that he might be mad at you for showing up after all.

He feels none of that, more like the opposite. He can’t believe you’re here, looking like a dream.

Anne squeezes his hand to grab his attention.

“Go, ask her to dance,” she smiles before slipping out of his arms.

Harry turns to face you and then walks up to you as every guest is waiting to see what’s about to happen. He stops right in front of you and takes his time to run his gaze up and down your appearance.

“Hi,” he then smiles at you, barely able to control his emotions.

“Hi. I just… I don’t want to hide. So if you’re okay with it—“

“Can I have a dance, Miss Y/L/N?” he asks with a wide grin as he holds his hand out for you, ignoring your rambling but also giving you an answer at the same time.

Relief washes over you and you could cry from happiness as you take his hand and he leads you to the middle of the room, pulling you into his arms, every pair of eyes glued to you but you only see the man in front of you.

You start dancing, just like before at your classes only that now the whole kingdom can see you and by the morning there will be no question that you and Harry are more than just a fling even though you didn’t say a word.

“When I first saw you at the lake a month ago I didn’t know you’d become my wonderwall,” Harry admits as the two of you sway to the music.

“Your wonderwall? What does that mean?” you ask.

“Someone you find yourself thinking about all the time, the person you are completely infatuated with,” he explains as you listen to him smiling to yourself. “That’s what you are. My wonderwall, my love, my queen…” he lists, his eyes keeping yours in lock and he stops before continuing. “And one day I’ll make you Eroda’s queen,” he adds and without a care in the word, he leans down and kisses you.

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novelistrry · 3 months

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writing part 3 now hehe

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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Someday My Prince Will Come pt 2

Love at first sight

A/N Liam’s part is coming in 8 days bc I’m stressed af about school rn. Read part 1 here

I woke up early on Monday morning, my stomach churning with anxiety. I was excited to meet Harry, but extremely nervous. I hadn’t put any thought into what I would wear or what I would do with my hair and for that I cursed myself.

I didn’t have anything nearly as fancy as what Harry would presumably have, especially given the king’s tendencies to steal money from our village.

I finally decided on a skimpy blue dress that covered my arms and legs completely and a simple braided bun. Some of my wavy hair spilled out of the updo and curled perfectly around my face. I was ready. If Harry didn’t like me, he didn’t like me.

C’est la vie.

I just hoped my mother and father hadn’t gotten him too excited. I could be considered homely outside of my village. God knew.

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“Hey, Beautiful,” Harry said in a low, raspy voice which immediately made my stomach flutter. “Your mum wasn’t lying when she said you were the prettiest girl in the world.”

I was so infatuated with his appearance that I barely heard him. “O-oh…” I stuttered. “Oh, thank you!”

I was with him in the courtyard of a small vacation cottage where I would stay for 5 days as the men came and went. It had a beautiful garden that held all types of flowers and an ethereal fountain. Birds sang sweet melodies laced with sentiment and melancholy.

It was the perfect soundtrack for that day.

“You’re a quiet one, huh?” Harry noticed, making my stomach flutter uncomfortably again.

“Not usually,” you tried to laugh it off. “I’m not quite sure what’s going on with me.”

“I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I?” Harry asked hesitantly and I was quick to reassure him. “No!” I exclaimed. “I love your company!”

“Likewise,” Harry said, relief washing over his face. “May I-”

I looked down to see his hand reaching gingerly for mine. I grabbed it wordlessly and watched as Harry brought it up to his lips. As if in slow motion, he placed a warm, gentle kiss on it and I felt an instinctive urge to wrap my arms and legs around his whole body and squeeze him, but of course, I couldn’t do that.

The two of us beelined silently to a picnic table under a gorgeous flowering tree. The silence was deafening and uncomfortable but our presences pressed warmly on each other’s hearts.

At the table, we sat down on the same side of the bench and I became aware of him staring at me. His mouth hung slightly open and his eyes were fixed on my face. His hair was perfectly chocolate brown and curly and I wanted so badly to take fistfuls of it and tug it gently.

“ ‘M sorry to stare,” he said in his magnificent, raspy voice, “but you really look perfect. Like a real-life princess.”

Hearing that from him about did me in. My stomach flipped tauntingly and I felt a sudden desire to kiss him. All over. You wanted so badly to know how he tasted.

“You look like a prince.” I thought about saying that the two of us could become king and queen and live our own fairy tale, but I held back. I didn’t want him to be taken aback by my antics.

“Oh, come on,” he waved a hand in the air as if to brush off your comment. “I don’t look any different today than yesterday and that’s that.”

“So you look like a model every day?” I resisted the painful urge to lick your lips. My mom was right. He looked delicious. Looking at his lips alone could put me on a sugar rush.

His cheeks were so pink and squishable and his eyes had amusement and adoration permanently engraved on them. His hands looked so strong I wondered what they could do, let alone his arms. His chest looked perfect and solid and I could only imagine resting my tired head against it at night.

“What’re you thinking about, princess?” Harry interrupted my daydreams with a playful question.

You wanted to say something smartass-ish but all that came out was a nervous chuckle. “Uh…”

“I don’t judge,” he prodded.

“Just… never mind.” I decided at last.

“I wasn’t kissing you, was I?” He asked, eyes wild with… lust? Oh no.

“No. Well…” I caught your breath. Who in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to kiss such an outrageously handsome man? “Maybe,” I continued cockily. “Guess you’ll never know!”

“Oh…” he looked down nervously and that was all I needed.

I scooted closer to him and leaned my head against his chest, just like in my daydream. My heart rate quickened and I prayed that he wouldn’t find me gross.

“If you married me,” I began timidly, then restarted. “Why do you want to marry me?”

The question made him smile from ear to ear. “I find you beautiful and entertaining and I love you,” he said nonchalantly as if confessing feelings was as simple as that.

“But why would you offer to pay my parents for me?”

“Got nothing better to do than find love, do I?”

“Live your life?” I tried, coaxing a contagious laugh out of Harry.

“See?” He asked lightly. “You’re funny!”

Sitting in his presence was enough to make my stomach flutter uncontrollably. I didn’t know that such beautiful men existed outside of my fantasies.

“You’re so…” I cut myself off. I wasn’t ready to make sexual comments, especially given the fact that this was my first time meeting him.

“So what, darling, please tell me.”

His tactful speech was almost enough to send me over the edge. Not quite.

“I want to marry you, love, so I could spend my every day with you. I want to learn new things about you as long as I live,” a dreamy smile came over his features. “I hope you feel the same.”

Butterflies galore.

I loved him. I had fallen deeply in love with him already, despite the playboy vibes he was giving off. He seemed like he’d done this before… many times. He knew just how to make girls catch feelings.

Despite this, though, I couldn’t help falling in love with his tact, his suave manner, and his chocolate brown curls. All of them were practically too much to take!

Was this what love at first sight felt like?

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Red, White & Royal Blue (2023)

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The Queen's Secret Masterlist

Summary: In which young Queen Y/n is married to King Edgar and they find themselves in need of a way to get Y/n pregnant as Edgar is infertile. King Edgar's brother in-law, Prince Harry is selected for the task but the deed is to be kept quiet lest the kingdom find out their dirty little secret. Unsurprisingly, the Queen finds herself falling for the handsome prince and he can't seem to get enough of her either.

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A/N: This is set in modern times so you'll note there are cellphones, computers, vibrators... but the characters here are still royals so they'll be a little stuffy and old-school (traditional) at times :)

Tropes: Royal | Cheating | Pregnancy

Warnings: NSFW, smut, angst, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected sex

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A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes masterlist

Harry’s a prince looking for his princess… but perhaps she isn’t inside the ball. Includes: flowers and gossip and promises and true love’s kiss.

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voguemagazine Our gracious Prince Harry seen arriving in Italy the other day. Click the link in our bio for more photos!

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user73 going feral for him

user16 WHY IS HE SO 🙏🙏

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user66 i love her so much

user26 her and harry deserve privacy, please take these photos down…

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user319 i wanna meet her

user737 the fact that once they left london and moved to california they immediately went to italy 😭

user126 i would do the same thing tbh

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user583 kate would never 🙄

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WONDERWALL (part 4)

A/N: i can't believe we are on part 4 already! if everything goes right there is only one part left of this mini series so get ready!

PAIRING: Royal!Harry X Maid!Reader

WARNING: sexual content

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you gasp under your breath as you’re running back to your room, hoping to lock yourself up in the closet forever so you don’t have to face Harry again.

It’s still hard to process what just happened. You were ready to kiss Harry and you were so sure it would happen! The thumb on your lip, the way he was looking at you, it gave you the idea that he wants you just like you want him.

But then it was a slap across your face when he pulled back.

You burst through the door of your room, giving Cassidy a heart attack with your entrance and she jumps off her bed, dropping the book she was reading in an instant.

“What happened?” she asks with wide eyes as you shut the door closed behind you and throw yourself onto your bed, face buried in the pillow from total embarassment.

“Imph sfo smupfd!” you mumble into the pillow, but Cassidy doesn’t understand a single word you just said.

“What? Talk already, you’re scaring the shit out of me!”

Groaning you lift your head up so you can repeat what you just said.

“I’m so stupid!” you moan, but it still doesn’t give much away of what truly happened and you know that. Mustering up your energy you sit up as Cassidy sits on the edge of your bed, watching you with concern all over her face. “I was with Harry this afternoon.”

“With the prince? What did you do?”

“We… we have this silly little deal, I’m teaching him to dance and he is helping me overcome my fear of horses. The dance class went fine and then we were out at the stable, feeding one of the horses. It was going alright, but then there was this moment, his hand was on my face and he touched my lip and I really thought he was gonna kiss me!”

“Did he?” Cassidy gasps.

“No! He pulled back and was about to say something but I panicked and basically ran away.”

“What?! This doesn’t make sense!”

“I know! It’s such a mess, but I was like full on ready to kiss him and I think he knew that too, but then he pulled back and it was so awkward! He probably didn’t even want to kiss me in the first place.”

“But from what you said it seems like he did.”

“I guess he did not,” you argue. “And now I never want to see him again, because he’ll probably mock me for thinking he wanted to kiss me.”

Just as you say it out loud, like it was a magic spell, there’s a knock on the door and your eyes widen as you stare back at Cassidy.

“Y/N? It’s me, Harry.”

“Oh my God!” you whisper to your friend. “I don’t want to talk to him! Don’t fucking answer the door!”

“What? But it’s the prince, I can’t just ignore him!”

“Jesus, Cassidy! Alright, then tell him I’m not here!” Jumping off the bed you run to hide behind the dresser, so when she opens the door you won’t be seen. Cassidy looks around nervously before smoothing her clothes out and stepping to the door.

Harry is standing out in the hallway and his face falls when he sees your roommate instead of you.

“Your majesty! To what do I owe your surprise visit?” You want to curse at her high pitched voice that’s such a giveaway, you can only hope Harry won’t notice it.

“Oh, um, I’m looking for Y/N. Is she here?”

Your heart is pounding in your chest so wildly, you’re afraid he might hear it. Just hearing his voice is making you dizzy, your mind constantly replaying the way his thumb ran across your bottom lip even though it’s the last thing you should be thinking about right now.

“No, haven’t seen her all day!” Cassidy answers and she sounds so off, she is the worst actress ever. “Do you want me to tell her you were looking for her when she returns?”

“Yeah. Just tell her that I want to have a talk with her. She’s not in trouble or anything,” he adds and you close your eyes praying for him to be gone already as you keep your back pressed against the wall.

“Sure! Anything else I can do for you?”

“No. No, thank you,” Harry mumbles, the defeat in his voice is very much obvious. “Have a nice day,” he sighs before stepping back from the door.

“Have a nice day, your majesty!” Cassidy smiles before closing the door, her face falling in an instant as her head snaps in your way.

With a pained expression you slide down to the floor, your head falling onto your knees. There’s no way you can face him anytime soon, he probably wants to tell you how stupid you looked when you though he was about to kiss you. But you’ll spare him the time and just simply avoid him at all cost.

“Y/N, why don’t you hear him out? It seemed like he was upset he couldn’t talk to you. Maybe it’s not even what you think it is.”

“Absolutely no,” you shake your head, pushing yourself up from the floor. “I was stupid to think I even had a chance at him. I mean, just look at me!” you chuckle bitterly. “I’m just a maid, a silly little girl while he is the future king of Eroda. He would never be interested in someone like me. I have no class, I’m way too young, I shouldn’t even be thinking of him like that.”

“Don’t say that, just because you’re a maid, you’re no less than anyone else!”

“But I am. That’s the whole reason of this hierarchy. The royals stand above everyone else.”

It’s apparent Cassidy wants to disagree, but seeing how you’ve already made up your mind she chooses to keep her thoughts to herself. She watches as you throw yourself onto your bed again and wallow in your self-pity and she can do nothing about it.

It’s been three days since the kiss-no-kiss fiasco and Harry hasn’t seen any sight of you. At first he told himself it’s just coincidence, but by the end of the first day he realized you’re avoiding him.

He’s been beating himself up about it since then. He went after you right away, he just had to deal with Ladybug first before she could run away, but he was sure he saw you run towards the East wing. He’s got a feeling you were in the room when he talked to your roommate, but he didn’t want to push it any further.

He should have kissed you, right? But that would have just messed everything up, he couldn’t have given you a straight answer about where he wants to head with you. Well, he knows he wants to be with you but it’s not that easy. Not in his case. Would you understand it if he explained? Or would you get hurt?

The more he thinks about it all, the more convinced he gets that above everything and anything he needs to talk to you and get things straight. If you don’t understand his side, that will give him a kind of feedback about the possible relationship that will lead him in the right direction.

However his responsibilities are mounting on him this week. His official meetings with the leaders of Eroda’s counties have started, he has barely had a moment to himself to breathe between his appointments and meetings. It’s something Harry had been dreading and hoping to postpone for as long as possible. Not because he doesn’t value the lords and ladies, but because he knew he’d have to face one person he had always tried to avoid.

Valentina Bernadotte’s family has been the highest in rank in Iwik county that lies in the Northern corner of Eroda. She is the only child to her prestigious parents and because she’s only a few years younger than Harry, it was an obvious choice for her parents to try to get her to marry the future king. Every time they visited the palace or the royal family was in Iwik, it was clear the two of them were being setup.

There’s only one issue with all of it. Harry never really fancied Valentina.

Growing up wealthy can easily spoil anyone, though Harry was lucky enough to have sane and down-to-earth parents who didn’t let his head grow too big, on the other hand Valentina experienced the total opposite.

For as long as Harry can remember he always knew her to be a spoiled, uppity, arrogant girl who thought herself to be above everyone else and entitled to whatever she wanted. Unfortunately, she’s had her eyes on Harry not just because of her parents’ pressure but also because she knew it herself marrying him would ensure her the best life she could imagine for herself. However Harry has always tried his best to send her signals that he doesn’t feel the same way. Valentina either didn’t get the signs or chose to ignore them, because she still believes she has a shot at him.

The Bernadotte family arrives on Wednesday afternoon and Harry is of course, out there to greet them with the queen. It’s been a while since the last time he saw Valentina, but the moment she steps out of the limo, because of course she needs a limo to travel, her eyes find Harry and curls into a flirty smirk that sends a chill down his spine, though it’s the wrong kind.

“Long time no see, your majesty,” she smirks as Harry bows his head at her arrival.

Not long enough, Harry thinks to himself, and before he could say something offensive he moves on to greet her parents.

Iwik county has a key role in maritime trade in Eroda, owning one of the three biggest harbors of the country. Keeping a great relationship with the Bernadotte family has been in favor of the royal family for centuries and Harry wanted to ensure they would work together in the most efficient way once he takes the throne.

Luckily, Valentina is not too thrilled to get involved in business, so Harry doesn’t have to deal with her while negotiating with her parents about their future collaboration. In the meanwhile Valentina is enjoying the services of the royal palace and you are the one who was assigned to work under her hand, pleasing her every wish during her stay.

She is known to be one of the worst guests to step into the palace and you always rotate who will be her personal maid or more like slave. You’ve dodged this bullet a few times before, but today is not your lucky day.

You’ve been running around like a crazy woman all day, trying to satisfy her ridiculous needs that she didn’t send over to the staff before her arrival, so you had no chance to work ahead, of course. A specific shade of pink for her duvet, Apples from that one tiny shop from across town, she even requested her room to be reorganized because she didn’t like the way it was before. The list goes on and on and on, while you’re running short on patience.

It’s after lunch when she requests you to her room, again, probably for the millionth time and at this point you have no idea what she could possibly need. Entering the room you see that she made a mess that usually takes a week for others to accomplish, while she’s been here for less than a day.

“What can I help you with?” you ask with your best possible fake smile.

She shoots you a death glare through the mirror of the vanity before she stands up and points at the vase full of flowers on the table.

“I hate tulips and marigolds. Can’t stand them. I need new flowers in here.”

Clenching your jaw you just nod and wait for at least another complaint, but apparently it was her only one this time, though she doesn’t take it well that you’re not jumping on the task right away.

“Are you stupid? I need them now! Move!” she snaps, as if you were nothing, as if she had the right to treat you like shit because of her family. It angers you, the way she puts herself above you and that you can’t do anything about it.

And it strengthens your belief that this is why Harry would never want anything to do with you. He is a king and you’re just a maid.

Opening your mouth you’re just about to answer her, but you’re cut off by an all too familiar voice.

“Apologize to her. Right now!”

Harry’s voice makes you jump and your eyes widen. You didn’t hear him come, but the way he is looking at Valentina is making you thankful that he’s here. His posture is threatening and authority is oozing from him, changing the lady’s behavior in an instant.

“Harry, I-I–”

“I said apologize! No one can talk to another person like that, your class does not entitle you to belittle another human being, Valentina. So apologize, right now, or I swear to God you’re not spending the night in this palace.”

God, the way he stands up for you sends a shiver down your spine and there’s something else you’re feeling… something you definitely shouldn’t be feeling, not towards the prince and not after what happened on Sunday.

It appears that even after Harry’s warning, Valentina is thinking of a way to avoid having to apologize to you, but soon she realizes she has no choice. So taking a deep breath she turns to you and though her eyes tell a different story, her mouth does what she was asked to do.

“I am sorry for the way I talked. Would you please be so kind and change the flowers in my room?”

“No changing,” Harry answers before you even have the chance to speak up. “Y/N, please just take the flowers to my room. Miss Bernadotte won’t need new ones.”

It’s obvious Valentina wants to protest and you have questions too, but neither of you dare to speak. Valentina just nods with clenched jaw as you take the vases, there are two, and head over to Harry’s room. Faintly, you hear them talk, but you’re so shocked by the interaction you just had, you can’t focus on their words.

Reaching Harry’s room you place one vase to his nightstand and the other one ends up on one of his dressers. Chewing on your bottom lip you’re just about to leave when he walks in, making it impossible to dodge having to talk to him.

“Can we please talk?” he asks, so softly it’s nothing like the version that just ordered Valentina around a few minutes ago.

“Uh, sure,” you nod, barely looking at him. Thinking of the incident on Sunday still makes you feel so awkward and embarrassed and you weren’t planning on facing him anytime soon.

“Look, about last time–”

“Actually, can we please not talk about it?” you cut him off anxiously. His lips hang open and they grab your attention, the familiar feeling of want and lust returning to the pit of your stomach. “Can we pretend like nothing happened?”

“Is that what you want?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Yeah, absolutely,” you nod as confidently as possible.

“Okay. So we’re back being… friends?” he asks and you see a hint of a smile in the corners of his mouth that you can’t really decide the reason for.

“Totally. Friends,” you nod.

“And we’re continuing the classes then,” he adds for your surprise. You completely forgot about the classes and didn’t think Harry would want to continue in this situation, but there you are. It wasn’t even a question, so you don’t really have a choice.

“Classes, sure,” you clear your throat, unsure of what’s truly happening.

“Y/N, I don’t want you to feel awkward around me. I won’t bring up last Sunday again, but I want you to be just like before that.”

“Is this the part where you say you miss the bickering and arguments?” you ask and the corners of your mouth curl up unintentionally. He is surely working his magic on you.

“It kinda grew on me, so yeah,” he nods grinning. “And I still want to get you to ride a horse, so I would never give up on the classes. Just so you know, this Sunday you’ll take this step.”

“What? Me, on a horse?” you scoff. “You’re moving too fast, don’t you think?”

“Sometimes fast is good,” he answers with a smug grin and you’re not sure he didn’t mean it in a dirty way.

“I’m just gonna… go now,” you breathe out, feeling your cheeks heating up as you head out of the room, but he stops you one last time.

“And hey! If Valentina is giving you a hard time again, just let me know and I’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you,” you smile back at him gratefully before exiting the room.

Valentina doesn’t bother you after the encounter with the flowers and Harry. You’re not sure if it’s because of the little fiasco or if Harry paid her another visit and made sure she left you alone. Whichever version is true, you’re fine with it.

The visit of the Bernadotte family keeps Harry pretty busy, but you run into him a few times during the rest of the week. In the hallway, out in the yard and one time after dinner in the kitchen. Slowly, you forget about the awkwardness and shame you felt before, but it’s dangerous, because your longing for him is also back.

You already know Sunday’s classes will be interesting.

Harry was ready to confess his attraction to you when you cut him off and asked him to never talk about what happened last Sunday. For a moment, he was taken aback, maybe even hurt by your request, but it vanished pretty soon.

He could tell you didn’t want to talk because you have feelings. He is unsure of the depth of those feelings, but it was enough for him to want you even more, if that’s possible at this point. After you avoided him for days he realized he wants to be around you, with you. There was no way he would give up the classes and the time he could spend with you during them.

The rest of the week goes by with busy days, but he always feels the world becoming a brighter place whenever he sees you, even if it’s just by walking past you in the hallways. His heart flutters in his chest when you gift him with a sweet smile and he can’t stop thinking about you. Makes him feel like a teenager again, seeking every opportunity to see his crush.

By the time Sunday rolls around he has no doubt he wants to shoot his shot with you. He has no idea how or when, but he just knows he won’t be able to keep himself away from you any longer. He doesn’t want to. His fears and doubts about the future are still there and he has no idea what to do about them, but he decided to just follow his heart for once.

He’ll leave the damage control to his future self, however stupid that decision might be.

The second dance class of the deal is partially a disaster, because Harry keeps messing with you as you show him the different steps and moves, but only because he wants to see and hear you smile and laugh. And he succeeds every time.

Apart from his mischievous behavior, you’re making actual progress. Harry now has a somewhat confident knowledge of waltz, he knows the basics and he can actually dance it with you without stepping on your foot.

At this point it’s not even the dancing that’s hard for him, but being so close to you, his hand on your waist, or clenched together with yours, it’s intoxicating when he twirls you around and the sweet scent of your perfume whips towards him. He has to force himself to focus and not keep thinking about everything he wants to do with you that surely doesn’t belong to the ballroom.

“Okay, you’re not lost cause now,” you tease him at the end of the class, turning the music off.

“Wow, what a compliment!” he chuckles and his eyes linger on you a few moments longer than they should as he watches you sway over to the table to check your phone. He loves seeing you in your casual outfits, though the maid uniform has a special place in his heart too, your day-to-day clothes are a better reflection of who you are. And he is completely enamored by that person.

When you turn around his eyes find yours and your heart flutters in your chest seeing the cheeky smirk on his lips.

“Are you ready for your class?” he asks, tilting his head to the side and you swear you catch him peeking at your lips for a split second.

“I will never be ready for whatever you want me to do,” you breathe out, gathering your things as Harry chuckles softly.

“Never say never.”

You part ways for about fifteen minutes, you drop off your stuff in your room while he heads out to the stable and gets Ladybug ready for the class. You find Cassidy lying on her bed with her laptop, typing away as some pop song is playing softly through the speakers.

“How was the date?” she smirks at you.

“It wasn’t a date,” you roll your eyes.

“Sure,” she giggles. “And you’re not going on another date with him now, right?”

“Who would go on another date ten minutes after the first one?” you shrug, but the thought of dating Harry heats your cheeks up. Hopefully Cassidy doesn’t notice it.

“Y/N, he wants you, it’s pretty obvious.”

“It’s just a deal, Cass. You can’t know that for sure and after what happened last week I will not make any moves on him. I barely did then and it was all awkward and weird, so I would rather avoid that.”

“I still stand my case that it was just a misunderstanding and if you just let him talk to you, everything would be different now.”

“Thank you for sharing your thoughts, but I’ll just stick to my plan,” you give her a tight lipped smile as you change into a pair of more comfortable shoes and head out for your class that already has you shaking in your pants.

Harry said he wants you to ride Ladybug today. It’s a huge step after last weekend and you’re not sure you can actually take it.

You spot him from afar, he is brushing Ladybug who is already fully prepared for the class, the saddle is sitting on top of her back and you bite into your bottom lip thinking about how you’re expected to sit there very soon. Harry is wearing what he had on earlier, an old looking pair of jeans with a simple black t-shirt, the short sleeve flaunting the inked skin of his arm. You’ve been discovering new art every time you get physically closer to him, not because he gets new ones all the time, but because there are way too many to recognize everything at once. On sleepless nights you’ve dreamed about tracing the patterns and exploring the images and writings he found important enough to get permanently tattooed on his skin.

“Ladybug is very excited to see you again,” Harry beams as you approach them, though the horse is more focused on the apples she’s currently munching on.

“Uhuh, seems like that,” you breathe out a chuckle.

“Alright, let’s just do a rerun of last time, I have a bucket ready for you in the stable, can you get that and feed her some more?”

Nodding you do as he asked and though you still have a great amount of fear as you get closer to Ladybug, you manage to feed her with carrots and apples and Harry watches you with pride swelling in his chest that you didn’t even need his help to do it.

“So if you don’t like horses, what animals do you actually like? Or you’re scared of all of them?” he asks with a teasing smirk as he finishes up with the brushing and stands near you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I only don’t like animals that have more than four legs,” you shrug. “But butterflies are an exception,” you add smiling.

“And what about ladybugs?” he asks cheekily, petting the horse’s head who is way too busy eating to react to the action.

“I guess they are fine,” you add shyly.

Once Ladybug is fed and happy, the hard part comes. Harry gives you a few crucial instructions, things to know when you’re sitting on top of an animal that could easily tramp over you and kill you. You listen to him intently and try to remember everything while pushing back your fearful thoughts.

“I’ll be right behind you all along, okay?” he adds at the end.

“What, like, on another horse?” you ask dumbly, but he shakes his head no with a chuckle.

“No, I’ll ride her with you. I won’t just make you do this completely alone.”

“Oh,” you breathe out. “Okay.”

Harry makes sure the saddle is fastened safely one more time and then he grabs the empty bucket that once had Ladybug’s veggies, he flips it and places it next to her.

“Okay, you’ll have to get up there first so I can sit behind you. Stand on the bucket, you’ll need the extra height to push yourself up, trust me.”

Following his instructions you step up onto the bucket and nervously keep your hands beside you, not daring to touch anything, though you know you’ll have to find leverage sooner or later, there’s no way you can get up there without having to touch Ladybug.

“Alright. This is the stirrup,” he points at the thingy you know your foot should go in and you nod. “You’ll put your left foot into it, hold onto basically anything on the saddle, make a jump and pull yourself up. Throw your free leg over and you’ll have to end up in a sitting position. Understood?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you nod not too confidently.

“I’ll help you, don’t worry. Let’s give it a try.”

The cockiness and cheekiness is now gone from his beautiful eyes, you can tell he is taking it seriously and wants to help you to the fullest and you trust him with the task. With shaking hands you grab onto the saddle and taking a deep breath you put your left foot into the stirrup. Harry gets behind you and when you feel his hands hold onto your hips, you almost lose balance on the bucket.

“I’ll help you get up easier, okay? Give you a little push,” he explains.

The feel of his hands on your hips distracts you from the fear of what you’re about to do, but it also has your thoughts racing. Is it a big deal for him as well? Is he feeling the electricity that’s sparking under your skin where he is touching too?

You get rid of everything that’s not about the task you’re facing and you take a deep breath, focusing fully on Ladybug.

“On three, okay?” he murmurs and a shiver runs down your spine as you nod. “One, two… three!”

You push yourself away from the bucket, place your weight to the foot that’s in the stirrup and you feel Harry’s extra push, it gets you higher than you could have gotten. A gasp slips through your lips and somehow you swing your free leg over and before you could process what just happened, you’re sitting on the horse.

“Oh my God,” you suck on your breath and freeze, expecting to be thrown to the ground any moment, but it doesn’t happen. Ladybug stays calm and basically motionless.

Harry has a hand on your knee, his strong hold gives you something to focus on and not get freaked out by what’s happening.

“You’re doing great! Did it for the first try!” he grins at you proudly, but all you can force out is an anxious smile that drops a moment later when Ladybug takes just one tiny step backwards, but the motion of it surprises and shocks you.

“I don’t want to do this alone!” you shriek, urging him to get up behind you as fast as possible. It’s scary to be up there alone.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckles softly.

It barely processes how he does it, maybe he uses the bucket too, but you’re not sure, he gets behind you so easily and fast, one moment he is down, the next he is right behind you. The shock of that change vanishes in a moment when you realize just how close you are to him.

Your backside is fully pressed up against his front, his thighs are running next to yours, you feel the muscles flexing as he adjusts himself. His arms reach out by your side and you watch him grab the rein while you’re holding your hands out, unsure what to do.

“Unless you’re trying to fly away, I suggest you hold it too,” he chuckles and his voice comes from right next to your ear, it sends a shiver down your spine as you grab a hold of the rein as well between where his hands are. “There you go. It’s not that bad, right?”

Maybe riding Ladybug with Harry behind you wasn’t a good idea after all. His closeness is practically setting you on fire, your body is reacting to every touch, feeling his chest pressed up against you so tight is making it impossible to think straight.

“Yeah,” you answer quietly with a nod.

“I’ll take the lead, but I want you to hold the rein too so you can see how I lead her,” he tells you softly before one of his hands moves to your hips. “Follow her movements with your hips. You’ll see her mane move side to side as she walks, follow that, you’ll catch onto the rhythm easily and it helps you keep balance,” he instructs you, giving your hip a gentle squeeze before his hand returns to the rein. “Ready?”

“I feel like I can’t say no at this point,” you let out an airy chuckle and you feel his chest vibrating behind you with his laugh.

“Okay, let’s go then. We’ll take a little walk in the woods, want to check the lake?” he asks and in a way you feel like he is talking to you as if you were a child, but you don’t get offended, you definitely feel like a lost and scared little girl, trusting he’ll catch you if you fall, so you just nod and hold your breath as Ladybug starts walking towards the woods.

“Relax, she has never thrown anyone off her,” he murmurs gently since you’re still quite anxious.

“Is she afraid of something?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, snakes or spiders maybe? In movies horses always go wild when they see stuff they are scared of.”

“She is fearless,” he answers and you can tell he is smiling.

As you take the path leading into the woods you stay quiet for a while, Harry lets you get used to the feel of it and slowly but surely you loosen up. You try to follow her movements with your hips as he told you, but you couldn’t miss them even if you wanted, because sitting practically between Harry’s legs you’re forced to move in sync with him.

“Still alive?” he asks teasingly after a while and you chuckle nodding.

“Surprisingly.” The peaceful setting and the familiar sounds of the woods calm your nerves and you start to actually enjoy the ride. “You’re a good teacher,” you add then.

“You think so?” he asks and he’s genuinely surprised by the compliment.

“Yeah. You’re patient and always know what to say. I was scared to death of horses just about two weeks ago and now I’m riding one, that’s a great achievement,” you chuckle softly making him laugh as well.

“You weren’t afraid of horses, you were afraid of getting hurt by them because of that one time,” he corrects you and you want to protest right away, but as his words sink in you realize he’s right.

“You know, I might start to think you’ll actually be a great king,” you sigh, making him laugh, that kind that comes deep from his belly, shaking his chest so you feel it on your back. It’s comforting.

“God forbid that happens!”

In no time you reach the lake, the famous lake where you met for the first time weeks ago and to think how much has changed since is kind of epic and comical.

It’s just as enchanting and peaceful as you remembered, you haven’t been able to come out here often lately, but just the sight of the still water can calm your nerves.

“We can take a break, what do you say? I think Ladybug is a bit thirsty,” Harry suggests and you hum in agreement.

Harry pulls on the rein and Ladybug comes to a halt, stopping a few feet away from the water.

“I’ll get off first and then help you too, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, trusting him fully.

His hands let go of the rein and first he leans a bit onto you before you feel his presence disappear from behind you as he lands on the ground next to you.

“Pull your right foot out of the stirrup first,” he tells you. “Now let go of the rein and hold onto the saddle. You’ll put your weight to your left foot again, swing your right one over and it’ll land on the ground. I’ll catch you so you don’t lose balance.”

You love how he tells you every tiny detail and makes sure you know what’ll happen along with how he’ll be helping you. You surely wouldn’t be able to do it without him.

“Ready? On three again. One, two… three!”

Pushing yourself up a bit you swing your leg as he told you, feeling yourself getting lower and closer to the ground while your left foot remains in the stirrup. Your right one lands successfully, but you might have moved a bit too forcefully, because you can feel yourself stumbling backwards, while your left foot is stuck in the stirrup.

However before you could end up facepalming the ground, Harry’s arms curl around your waist and he steadies you by holding you tight to his chest.

“I got you,” he hums as you wiggle your foot out of the stirrup so you can stand confidently, though you don’t want Harry to let go of you.

“Thank you,” you breathe out as his arms fall from around you and you’re just about to turn around and face him, but it feels so weird standing on your feet that you trip in them like a complete idiot and fall right back at Harry, ending up in his arms once again, but this time, facing him.

“I-I’m so sorry, I just–” you stutter with a pounding heart in your chest, your face only millimeters away from his.

“It’s okay,” he smiles softly, but the usual smugness is missing from his tone and features, he appears a bit nervous and hesitant and it feels just like last Sunday over again.

Only that Harry knows he doesn’t want a rerun of that and he makes sure it doesn’t happen.

By pressing his lips against yours.

It catches you by surprise, after the last time you were ready to just move on and pretend like there was no spark, but the way he kisses you now completely flips your whole world upside down. There’s no hesitation in the way you return it, just as eager and hungrily as he is towards you, your arms curling around his neck to pull him down and closer as you press as much of your front against him as possible. His fingers dig into your hips so strongly, they might leave bruises behind, but you’d wear them anytime as reminders of this, because you might think it never even happened, that’s how surreal it feels.

You moan into his mouth when he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth and he uses the opportunity to push his tongue against yours when he kisses you again, your arousal already pooling between your legs, but you’re not the only one getting excited and worked up. When his hands find your ass he wastes no time to grab it wherever he can reach, pulling you even closer and when your hips press against his you can feel just how much he wants you already.

The pushing and pulling moves the two of you around until your back is pressed up against a tree, a gasp slipping through your lips, because he pins you against it with his hips, his growing erection very apparent against you even through the fabric of his jeans.

“I want you so badly, Y/N,” he growls almost like an animal before he starts kissing down your jawline, the column of your throat, all while his hands move under your shirt, the skin to skin contact intoxicating the both of you as his fingers sink into your naked back and waist.

“Take me then,” you breathe out, ready to do whatever he wants, right here and now.

And Harry will not let this chance go to waste.

His lips return to yours, kissing you like there’s no tomorrow while his hands work on the button and zipper of your jeans. It doesn’t even occur to you that you’re out in public, that however big this forest is, anyone could easily see you here. You’re way too lost in the pleasure of the moment to care about any of that.

“Fuck!” you moan when he pushes a hand into your pants and panties, his fingers finding your clit in no time.

“We’re not leaving this place until you come on my fingers, Y/N. Understood?” he pants against your lips as the pads of his fingers work magic on your clit, just the way you like it. Your back arches in pleasure, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you lose ability to form words.

“I asked a question, I want an answer,” he growls, biting into your bottom lip again, slowing down his fingers to urge you for a reply.

“Yes! Yes, I understand!” you gasp, rolling your hips, desperate for more friction.

“Good girl,” he murmurs before kissing you again and his fingers get to work again.

If you didn’t know better you’d think it’s not his first time with you. He knows exactly what you want and need, he knows what makes your knees go weak and what gets you practically screaming. He turns you into a hot mess, panting and moaning against that damn tree with his hand inside your pants. When he pushes two fingers inside you, you both gasp, you from the fulfilling feeling and him from the way your walls tighten around him. He knows he won’t be able to even think of another woman from now on and you haven’t even gone all the way just yet.

“Harry, oh my God!” you whine as you lace your fingers through his messy curls and grab onto them while he is kissing and sucking on you anywhere he can reach.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about this. About seeing you like this, making you feel this good,” he growls, pressing his lips against the side of your head. You’re falling apart, your orgasm rapidly building in the pit of your stomach. If he wasn’t pushing you against the tree so tight, you’d be probably on the ground, because your legs have given up underneath you.

“Harry, I’m so close,” you gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders for leverage, your nails digging into his massive muscles and he picks up his pace with no mercy, his finger sliding in and out of you while he also pays special attention to your clit.

“Cum for me, Y/N, come on!” he urges you. The air gets knocked out of your lungs when he starts curling his fingers whenever he pushes them inside you and it’s the last string that’s been holding you back.

Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, bursts inside you, setting your body on fire and Harry doesn’t stop until your breathing starts to slow down somewhat. His hungry kisses turn into soft, gentle touches, his lips press against your cheeks, nose, eyelids and forehead, all while you’re trying to catch your breath and process what just happened.

When the hazy clouds clear up from your vision you look at him as if you were seeing an angel from above. He pulls his hands out of your pants and without a second thought brings his glistening fingers to his lips, licking them off like they’re covered in chocolate.

You take his face in your hands and pull him in for a hungry kiss, tasting yourself on his precious lips and it’s making you lose your mind at this point.

“We should head back,” he hums against your lips, but you just keep kissing him, your hands wandering down to the bulge in his jeans that’s still pretty apparent, however he grabs your wrist before you could get down to action. The rejection gets to you in an instant, but Harry is quick to explain himself.

“If you touch me now I won’t be able to stop and I want to take my time with you. Believe me, I want you, but now is not the time and place.”

He places a soft kiss to your lip as you nod, respecting his choice, though you feel bad that only you got pleasured. However you don’t know that just seeing you in this state was more pleasing to him than he could ever imagine.

Fixing your clothes you finally push yourself away from the tree and Harry takes your hand, pulling you over to Ladybug. The poor animal has been happily roaming around the coast of the lake, drinking and tasting the green grass, oblivious to what just happened.

Harry helps you up, which is a bit harder without the help of the bucket, but you make it and moments later Harry is right behind you, just like before. His arms curl around your waist and you can’t help but giggle when he kisses into your neck before he takes a hold of the rein and the two (three) of you head back to the palace.

The way back is quiet and you use the time to think it all through. You have no regrets about what just happened in the woods, but you’re unsure what it means for the future. Was it just a one time thing? Does Harry want no strings attached? Or he wants you more than just in a physical way?

You don’t want to say the wrong thing and bringing it up you’re scared he might get upset, so you decide to just keep your mouth shut and go with the flow for now.

Arriving back to the stable Harry gets off of the horse first and then helps you off, this time you manage to do it without tripping twice, though you’d love to end up in his arms again. You’re starting to feel nervous and a bit awkward, are you supposed to say something? Or you’ll just move on like nothing happened?

Because something did happen and you definitely want it to happen again.

“Wait here, I’ll get her back into her box,” Harry asks and you nod, watching him lead Ladybug inside.

You’re aimlessly kicking the dirt around, biting your bottom lip, trying to figure out what to do next and you have no idea how Harry sees the situation now. You almost miss it when he returns, only realize he is back when he taps on your shoulder so you turn towards him. He opens his mouth to say something but then sees you chewing on your lip and it distracts him in an instant. Reaching up he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger before tugging on your lip to release it from between your teeth.

“You’re tempting me,” he murmurs softly before he lets his hand fall. “Can you come to my room tonight, please?”

Not trusting your voice all you can do is nod and you catch his eyes wander down to your lips. He quickly looks to the right and left, checking if anyone is around and when he sees that it’s safe his gaze returns to you.

“I have to go now. See you later?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out and for your surprise he leans down and pecks your lips shortly before heading inside, leaving you standing there in complete shock.

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