On the Run, Your Highness

Attempt

Harry's POV

"Just one more!"

"Ow!" I shout in pain as my hairdresser rips the brush out of my curls again. I stand from the chair and stomp away, "We're done!"

"Oh come on, Your Highness! Just let me finish your hair!" He says, a frown on his face.

I scoff, "I have curly hair! You're not supposed to just be able to brush right through!" I look in my large full-body mirror. I pat my hair, "It's supposed to look like this."

My hairdresser groans, "Fine! You're such a royal pain!" He stomps out of my bedroom, leaving me in silence.

I flop on top of my bed, feeling like I could fall asleep any moment. But of course, I can't.

Mother bursts into the room, "Harry! Oh sorry, I didn't mean to spook you. But you need to hurry up. Everybody's ready in the courtyard." I sigh and stand up, once again fixing my hair in the mirror. I press my hands to my light blue button up to make it look presentable. I follow my mother out into the hallway. A knight escorts us through the palace. "So," My mother starts. "Are you ready?"

I quietly answer, "I guess, but I don't know really. I mean, does the kingdom want me? I'm really young."

"Oh seventeen isn't too young! Your father and I took over this kingdom right after we got married at twenty-two."

"Yes but twenty-two is older then seventeen." I argue calmly. "Whatever, this is just to confirm the decorations, correct?"

Mother answers, "Yes, the florists are here today. And your cousin." That immediately cheers me up.

I enter the outdoor courtyard with my mother by my side. My father is standing in between two knights beside a small flower stand.
A dozen knights stand around the courtyard, all wearing the light blue and gold uniforms they were given they say they signed onto the security team.
My cousin, and fellow prince, Liam is standing off to the side. He smiles at me, and waves calmly.

I make my way over, my mother a few steps in front of me.

Suddenly, a young man off to the side of the area, a knight I believe, shouts loudly, "Wait! Your Highness get down!"

Next thing I know, the young knight slams into me. He knocks me to the ground and sends us rolling on the warm stone floor.

The loud sound of bullets ricocheting off the stone flooring that I once stood on ring in my ears. I hear shouts and stuff being knocked over. With the knight still on top of me, I can't see any of the action.

I'm suddenly yanked up in the same arms that threw me down. He hurries to rush me inside of the palace, staying close to my body.

Once we're inside, the knight takes me through multiple hallways. My feet try to keep up with him as we run and he drags me. All I can hear is gunshots and shouting from where we came from. 

The knight yanks me into a room that I've never been in before, surprising cause I've lived here my whole life. He closes the door and finally lets go of me, standing stoically at the door. I turn around and see my parents already in there.

"Oh Harry, darling! You're okay!" Mother says as she holds me for a hug.

"What's going on?" I push her away as I ask.

Father hesitates, "There are people here from Cheshire. We believe they want to take your life and bring Eroda back under the power of their country." Before I can freak out, he continues. "We won't let them get you, son. You're going to go to the United States-"

"What? The US?" I interrupt.

He shushes me, "Quiet! We're doing this for your safety! You will go to the United States to stay safe and keep a low profile. No one will find you there because no prince would willingly go to that country for an extended amount of time!" Mother nods along. "You only have to stay there until the day of your coronation. Okay? On that day, and only on that day, may you come back to Eroda."

"But Father-"

"Harry!" Mother grabs my hands, "You must go! Now!" I tear up. "You will be escorted by this knight."

The knight that brought me in snaps his head towards us. His eyes, that I am just now noticing are a very beautiful blue, are wide. "What?" He exclaims, "With all due respect, Your Majesty, but I can't take care of the prince! I-"

Father interrupts, "Shush! You will be in charge of my son's safety until further notice. You do not bring him back here until the day of his coronation! Understood?"

The knight nods his head respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Good," Father says, "Now go!"

The knight grabs my arm, dragging me away from my parents. He leads me to a back door of the room. Using multiple different passages and secret tunnels, we make our way to the underground garage. 

The knight hops into the drivers seat of a black Camaro, probably bulletproof. He starts the car and waits for me to get in and get buckled. 

He slams his foot on the pedal and opens the garage door with a remote. All of a sudden, multiple men show up behind us and shoot at the car.
I was right, it is bulletproof.

The knight is speeding towards the exit, swerving around the soldiers that stand in our way. We make it to the door but one man grabs a different remote for the garage and presses the close button. The knight speeds up, gritting his teeth and whitening his knuckles around the steering wheel.
Just like in the movies, we barely make it out.

Tears are streaming down my face as I look out the window of the car. My sniffles are the only sound that can be heard in the car as the knight speeds down back roads.

My kingdom is gone.
My parents are gone.
My home is gone.

"So, any idea where in the United States we should go?" The knight asks as he drives down a quiet dirt road. We still sit in silence, so he sighs out, "Okay, you don't wanna talk. I get it. But I guess that means I get to pick where to go." He hums for a moment, "How do you feel about New York City?"
He stays silent for a few more minutes.
Until, "My name is Louis, by the way. Louis Tomlinson."

I ignore Louis. It is nice to put a name to his face.
A very nice face if I must say.