The Royal Series. [pt. I]
Summary: In which Y/N is the Princess of England and a Harry Styles fan.
“Please, it’s a command. Sit here, enjoy the show.” You told the two guards who intently looked at you before letting a reluctant nod. You were in the balcony seat, looking at the stage alongside your best friend, Farrah, who you met in university.
“Your highness,” You heard someone beside you, making you look.
You smiled. “Are you Jeffery?” He nodded, beginning to politely bow his head a tad. You offered your hand with a wide grin, “Thank you for giving me a seat in such a short notice.”
“It’s a pleasure, Princess Y/N.” Jeff tipped is head.
“Just Y/N.” You smiled, glancing at the stage as the opening act were saying their goodbyes. “He’s coming out now, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he is. Have you been a fan for long?” Jeff asked as you both stood alongside each other, looking at the stage.
“Quite long enough actually. Since One Direction.” You giggled, shrugging. “Always wanted to attend one of the their concerts but only now have I been able to do so. Harry has a lovely voice. I have the album on a lot.” You laughed, letting Jeff in on your secret.
Jeff chuckled, “Who would’ve guessed that the Princess of England is a Harry Styles fan?”
You shrugged in response.
As the show began, you completely let loose with Farrah. It didn’t take long for some people to notice the presence of the English Princess and her infamous best friend, some phones and flashes being directed her way. You chose to ignore the attention and sang and dance to all the melodies that Harry was.
You were captivated to say the least by his performance, posting stories to your private instagram account of a 102 follower.
“I would just like to greet someone incredibly special here tonight,” Harry said through the mic as he wandered on stage before looking your way. “Hi!” He grinned, waving at you. “All well?”
With a grin and flushed cheeks, you nodded and gave him thumbs up.
With a dimpled smile, Harry tipped his head and gave you a curtesy which sent everyone in a frenzy and you to laugh. Farrah nudged you, making you turn to look at her. “We’re meeting him, right?”
You shrugged, “Jeff said we will. Should I ask him?” You asked her, leaning closer. She gave you a nod. You cleared your throat and looked the other way at Jeff, poking his shoulder to get his attention. He looked at you with raised eyebrows and leaned sideways to listen to you. “Are we meeting Harry?”
Jeff instantly grinned and nodded, “Of course! He’ll have my head if not.”
“Fuck, I’m so nervous.” Harry laughed, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, looking at Mitch.
“So am I. Who would’ve thought that I’m going to meet the Princess of England? Someone better film this.” Clare said before letting out a breath as the band stood in the dressing room.
“I-“ Adam was cut off by a knock on the door.
They looked at each other with wide eyes before Harry cleared his throat, standing straighter. “Come in!”
Jeff came inside first, his figure hiding yours before he walked all the way inside and you and Farrah were then seen. The grin on your face was contagious. Lined, with Harry at the end, you began to shake hands with the band.
“You were absolutely amazing!” You said as you shook their hands, one by one before reaching Harry. “Thank you for the show. You’re as good as the album version, if not better.”
Flushing at the comment, Harry softly shook your hand. “It’s my honour, your highness.”
“Y/N,” You corrected him, your hand still in his. “Just Y/N.”
“Y/N,” Harry repeated with a charming smile. “An honour, Y/N.”
Being this close to him, you noticed how emerald Harry’s eyes were. His lips were raspberry pink, glowing skin with blushing cheeks. He was charming to say the least. Farrah clearing her throat brought you out of your trance, making you remove your hand from Harry’s.
“Well, we were actually going out for a drink if you want to join? Is that okay for you?” Sarah asked.
You glanced at the guard and your best friend who gave you a nod. “It is. If you’re all okay with Farrah and I joining of course.”
“Of course!” Harry grinned. “We’re more than okay.”
“Are you not scared?” Harry asked as he sat on the bar stool, finger grazing the rim of the glass.
“What of?” You replied, looking at him.
“Being seen in here. The rumors. I mean my rumors I can take care of but royal rumors?” Harry shrugged.
“Scared?” You smirked, cocking an eyebrow.
Harry took a moment to drink you up. The vibe you gave off was nothing he imagined. The dainty, soft princess he saw on the screen ever since he was young wasn’t who sat in front of him. In front of him was a confident woman, fearless and ready to seize whatever risk thrown at her. A woman who refused to have her identity shaped up and formed by her family.
That’s why with a thumping heart and an amused smile, Harry replied; “No. I’m not scared.”
Part I of the Royal series!!!! I’m so excited for this. It won’t be long. Maybe 2 more parts but I have a lot of ideas already for this one! x -heather
P.S I MISSED YOU ALL SO FUCKING MUCH! WHAT HAVE YOU ALL BEEN UP TO? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DAY!! THOUGHTS! LIFE! WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE ROYAL WEDDING? I LOVED IT!