𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞

King!harry, part 6.
TW: mentions of ED, sexual assault, abuse. Read with caution.
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Y/N doesn't know how she possibly spent so much of her life without a phone.

She'd only had the thing for barely a day and she was already glued to it.

She'd gone as far as making an Instagram account that has already gathered a massive following, she'd posted a picture of herself on it with Sunny and she was sort of confused at the mixture of emotions in the comment section but she was ignoring it for now.

She followed Harry too, and her small group of friends, excited that she finally had another way to talk to them other than letters, and her friends seemed pretty excited too, making plans to meet up to catch up and help plan the wedding, something Y/N wasn't really wanting but she knew she couldn't tell them the situation.

She also might have went a little crazy on Harry's bank account, not that he'd probably even notice anyway but he gave her free rein over it and she might have done a little too much shopping.

She didn't just buy clothes, she bought makeup and cool items she'd found on an app called TikTok, some accessories for her phone and some cute things for Sunny too.

She's in the middle of watching a video on TikTok, laying on the couch in her bedroom, Sunny on her chest when Harry barges in.

"How much money could you possibly spend in one day?!" He exclaims, staring at her expectantly, and he sort of sounds...angry?

She looks up at him, furrowing her eyebrows, "You said I could," She points out stupidly, but Harry does not seem pleased.

"I didn't mean to go as crazy as you did! I meant like, get yourself a couple of nice things!" He tells her with wide eyes, "I-I uh, uhm-" Y/N stutters, genuinely unsure of what she could possibly say to him, she actually remembers his words to her being 'go crazy'.

"Have you got nothing to say?! What the hell did you even buy?!" He huffs, "J-just some stuff, I-I'm sorry I can cancel it," She worries.

Y/N may be a brat, but she didn't do well with yelling or being scolded, even if she might deserve it.

Her father could get...physical when he was angry. And it usually started with him shouting at her over something she'd done, so this was a little jarring, especially because she didn't really understand what she's done wrong.

Harry sighs heavily and rolls his eyes, "Just get ready. We have to meet Gemma in an hour." He scowls and storms off, Y/N is very confused.

Just a few hours earlier he was being so sweet to her, he'd left her in the garden like she'd asked and she hadn't seen him since that so she wasn't sure what might have changed.

And she's not trying to be rude but...Harry is the last person who should be complaining about her spending money. He's loaded, and she's being forced to marry him.

Regardless she gets up and starts to get ready, desperately ignoring how shaky her hands are and trying to push all the negative emotions to the very back of her mind.

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Y/N is meeting Harry at the front entrance to the palace.

She wasn't feeling her usual gown tonight, a little off-put by Harry's earlier attitude towards her and so maybe her outfit choice was her being a little bit petty since she knows how much he likes having the average royal look in all aspects of his life.

It's a white dress that only reaches her mid thigh, paired with white heels and lacy white gloves that go further than her elbows.

The dress is very cute, but she knows Harry won't like it and that definitely has something to do with why she chooses it. Plus she's never had very much free rein over what to wear, so this was fun and different for her.