Royal Rebel

Chapter 2 - Prince Dresses and Party Messes

Haii my little angels I am back with another chapter yay!! Hope you all enjoy :) ilygsm

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Although furious with his parents, Harry must prepare for his party. Even tho he never wanted one. Harry's party is finally here, but things take a quick turn when his friends arrive. What do you think will happen next?? :) enjoy

"UGH OH MY FUCKING GOD SHE CAN'T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO, I AM ALMOST FUCKING 16 YEARS OLD AND I AM NOT FUCKING ALOUD TO DO THE THINGS I WANT TO DO.. UGH SERIOUSLY". Harry goes over to the sink and washes his face full of Eyeliner, and removes his piercings to not get them damaged.

"ALL THE TIME SHE GETS ME FUCKING MAD". Harry gets a vas that is sitting around in his bathroom and throws it towards the wall. "FUCKING LITTLE BITCH". Harry whispers in a furious, tone almost wanting to murder someone. Harry finishes washing his face and heads over to his bed.

Harry lays down on his bed and pulls out a picture of someone. "Sometimes I wish you were real and here with me right now". Harry says sad missing the person in the picture.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door, harry hides the picture of the person under his pillow. "UGH WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT". Harry raised his voice at the person at the door. His father walks in. "Oh it's you father sorry.. I though you were mum.. What do you want". Harry's father walks towards when he is sitting.

"Your mother told me your thinking on getting a tattoo". Harry's father told him politely. His father is more understanding than his mother. "Yeah.. I did and I just.. Its a tradion for me and my friends you know.. I just want this for my 16 birthday present for myself and she is just acting like a bitch".

Harry's father stares at his son. "Well the only thing that I am going to tell you son is that it is your choice to get a tattoo or not not her's and I've talked to her to let you make this decision for yourself". "Thanks father". Harry thanked him with a smile. His father did so to.

"Oh your mother told me to tell you that your suite that is being designed for your party is almost finished, So you can go down stairs to the fitting room to go see it if you want". "Ok father". With that Harry's father left harry alone laying on his bed.

"In a suite what suite I never said I was wearing some stupid prince suite to my party, whatever I'll just see whatever the fuck this is about". Harry looks at the picture one more time and heads out to the fitting room.

"Hey Claire". Harry greeted his fashion clothes designer. "Hey Harry you came at the perfect time I just got done designing some of your suits I think I left them up to share to pick which one looks the best on you for tomorrow for your big 16 birthday celebration". Claire says all excited. (This is Claire she is our fashion clothing designer. She designs all of our clothes, sunglasses, shoes all of that that we go into the public. You know how people obsesse over all that crap that "royalty wear it's fucking ridiculous but I guess its required)