ravishing ➳ zarry

mesmeric

mesmeric

adjective

  [mez-mer-ik] 

1. causing a person to become completely transfixed and unaware of anything else around them.

+ prince harry

"Prince Styles? Is everything to your liking your royal highness?" Mr Roosevelt, the master of King Malik's household department asked me.

I turned to him and smiled. "Everything is lovely, and the appetizers are absolutely exquisite." I held up my wine. "Especially this,"

"Thank you very much, your highness. You should find Prince Zayn. He did all of this for you," Mr Roosevelt motioned towards Zayn who was dancing with the prince of Ireland, Prince Niall.

"He seems to be busy, Mr Roosevelt." I chuckled softly, taking a sip of my red wine.

"Your royal highness, he's only dancing with Prince Niall because I told him to dance with other people," Mr Roosevelt laughed.

I shook my head. "I'll go find him after this dance,"

"If you excuse me, your highness, I've got to check on the chefs. See if they're almost done more appetizers. I'm very sorry your-" I cut Mr Roosevelt off.

"It's okay. Go check." I smiled, as he walked off after bowing.

I wandered around the ballroom, waiting for Zayn to come back.

A sudden, Princess Leigh, came walking towards me.

Originally, I was to marry Princess Leigh. 

"Your marrying Prince Zayn?" Princess Leigh asked me, shocked.

"Yes, your royal highness." I stated. "I'm marrying Prince Zayn,"

"Is that allowed?" She questioned me, while giving me a confused look.

I motioned over to Sir Liam and Louis who were dancing together. "Yes,"

Princess Leigh didn't say anything. In fact she walked away.

I looked around, to see Prince Zayn coming towards me.

"We meet again," I exhaled as he stopped in front of me.

"Of course we do." Prince Zayn stopped. "How could I by any chance stay away from you?"

I shrugged. "I don't know? Perhaps you could go dance with Prince Niall again?"

Zayn tapped my nose. "Is Prince Styles jealous?" He asked me, a smile growing on his face.

"Me? Why would I possibly be jealous?"

"Because maybe, just maybe, Prince Niall, is just absolutely delightful," Zayn was joking now. I could tell because of how he was smirking at me.

"Why, of course he is." I said.

"He's blonde haired, blue eyed.." Zayn added, biting his lip.

"I heard he dyed his hair," I raised my eyebrows at Prince Zayn, who chuckled.

"Follow me, your highness." Zayn grabbed my hand and led me outside and into the castle gardens.

"It's beautiful tonight Harry," Zayn looked up at the stars. "But, tonight does not compare to your beauty,"

I blushed. "Zayn,"

"I love you," He watched me, in mesmeric gaze. "I am undoubtedly in love with you."

I didn't answer. I took Zayn's hand in mine. "Is there somewhere a little more enclosed than here?"

"The back courtyard?" Zayn questioned, smirking at me.

I pushed him playfully. "Take me there, your royal highness."

So Prince Zayn did.

And when we arrived I stopped. "I love you too," Inching closer to him, Prince Zayn shook his head.

"By all means you do," Prince Zayn exclaimed. "I knew you did,"

"Shut up, your highness." I shot him a flat look.

Prince Zayn gasped jokingly. "I love you more, your royal highness,"

I didn't think, I just pulled him in by his collar and our lips crashed together.

Our lips moved in sync, until Prince Zayn parted.

"This suit is custom made, you know." He grinned, and I rolled my eyes before kissing him again.

And again.

And again.

*:･ﾟ✧ a/n: guys wHAT I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS WHAT WHAT WHAT???? // alexis.