Boundless (Harry Styles)

Chapter 14

Claire's POV

A few days later

"Wake up, Claire," Jess calls out to me, waking me up from my usual 2 o' clock nap.

"Prince Harry is back again," She tells me, making myself jump out of the bed and quickly take a shower. I got dressed and went down to the dressing room where I'll be fitted for my gown, as what Jess said this morning.

Getting fitted for my gown. I sigh deeply at the thought that this was really happening. Usually, girls would be the happiest at their wedding preparations but I wasn't. I'd probably be a bit happier if I had to pick who I'll marry, but no, they've got it all planned out for me, like they want to get married instead of me.

I thought the weighs would be lifted off my shoulders when I told Harry about all this, but no, they were still there, even heavier I believe.

I've been secretly texting him every time I get the chance because the palace knows me better now that I'm older and I bit more wiser than escaping the palace again, so I'm on total lockdown here, every day practicing the wedding necessities and getting my gown made. There was something that Jess sees in my eyes that everyone else in the palace doesn't see, that I'm an emotional wreck.

I've been trying not to let the whole palace know about this and somehow they're convinced, but Jess knows me better than my dad or grandma. I don't go around the palace with a fake happy smile plastered on my face, but a blank one, emotionless, yet Jess sees beyond my lips and eyes. How can I be happy again knowing my whole life is already planned and there is absolutely nothing I can do to change that, like they own my life or something, and it sucks.

There's no point in living anymore when even your only best friend is taken away from you. I never got to tell him that I love though he might not even feel the same.

No point of living, I tell you.

"You're late, now come on. The designer is waiting for you," Grandma says as she pulls my hand and takes me to the royal dressing room or something. As soon as we got in, I see Prince Harry looking at me with pity eyes and I feel sorry for myself. I've let Prince Harry down, not only him but also his girlfriend, but there was absolutely nothing I could do.

The designers and the tailors took both our body measurements and wrote them down on a piece of paper and huddled with grandma, dad, and Harry's grandmother to decide on the color schemes of the wedding and the style of my dress. I should be the one doing that, heck it should be me and Prince Harry. I should be at least involved in the process of choosing, but no. They won't even let me see anything.

As soon as they were done taking our measurements and still debating on the invitations and the style of my dress and many more wedding shit, I looked at Prince Harry with a mischievous grin on both our faces as we were both thinking of the same thing; we need to talk to each other, privately. We both looked out and he gave me this sign that the coast was clear, so we slowly and quietly made our way out of the dressing room and into the hallway where there was no one in sight but the both of us.

"I'm so sorry," He muttered out before I even did, which sent questions in my head. "You knew?" I asked him, cocking my head a little and he gave me a nod, still looking at me with the sympathy in his eyes making me want to cry for giving up that easily for him. "I should be the one saying sorry, I didn't convince them more. I was your only chance-" I told him and he shuts me up, putting a finger over my lips. "No, it's not your fault. There was nothing we could do in the first place. Thank you for trying anyway," He gave me a hug and I then hugged him back, tears staining his shirt and we pull apart.

"But how about you and your girlfriend?" I asked him, I care for them both even if I know nothing about the both of them, because I'll be the reason why they'll break apart. "We're making the best of the time even if it's forbidden. I see you going through with the same situation," I look up at him with a cheeky grin and I laugh, and I really meant it, like I've never been laughing in a lifetime. "What do you mean?" I ask again, making sure if he got what I was thinking.