The Mysterious Knight 🏹 🔞 |Harry Styles AU| COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 5

Harry Styles was already opening the door, about to get out of the room and leave her behind him.

Rosaline ran to him, putting her hands on top of his's on the door knob, stopping him from going any further. Harry turned to her raising a surprised eyebrow .

"What are you doing?" She asked in a frantic tone.

"What do you mean? I am leaving." He said ironically, making the 'obviously face'.

"What?! How can you leave me?!" She said.

He looked at her in surprise.

"What do you mean? I said goodbye, means I am leaving. Look, it was nice meeting you, and I will be pleased to see you again, one day, but right now, I have to go, I am getting late.
Now if you'd excuse me..."
He said shaking her hand off his.

"But you c-can't leave me here alone!"

Harry looked at her intensely.

"Okay, well, it will not be said that I left you in such conditions.
I have earned a lot of money in games last night, more than I need, so I would be more than happy to share some with you." He said with a smile.

Rosaline looked at him as if he was crazy.

"I don't want your money, what would I do with it?
You only have come with me to London that'll be enough.  Now we have to hurry up.
But first of all, we'll have breakfast because I am starving."
She talked authoritatively before looking up at him expectantly.

Harry stared at her as if she had grew two head.

"We... going to London?" He said in bewilderment.

"Yes, of course!
Now let me think, I need a hair brush, and a hat obviously. Ask them to bring it to me without delay.
I'll have my breakfast in here, bread, cheese and Apple would do.
It would let you enough time to go buy me a new horse, a gelding in preference or a mare, if you can find one."

Harry just stood there petrified in shock. She shot him an impatient glare.

"Well, what are you waiting for?We don't have time to waste, Sir Styles. My uncle must already be on his way here.
We'll have to take short cuts to reach London.
How many days do you reckon it would take us?"

"I am not going to London with you."

"Foolishness! Of course you are! That's what your duty commands you to do!"

"My duty commands me to pursue my journey and get back on my way, my dear, and that way isn't leading to London, because I just came back from it.
It's enough, I have already wasted or rather spend two days in your, pleasurable company, I admit, but now it's time to put an end to it. I am ready to offer you a few crowns (Crown: the medieval money.) take it or leave it."

"Oh my Goodness, enough with your unappealing and inappropriate jokes, Sir Styles!"

"I am not joking! If there is something inappropriate in here, it is in your nonexistent brain, miss 'Rosaline and nothing else'! How can you think, I am even in the slightest ready to escort you to London han?"

This time Rosaline understood he wasn't joking at all. He was serious.

"I... but that's what your honour calls you for, it's your duty as a gentleman!" She protested.

The silence that followed her sentence was impressive. Harry Styles just stood there for a while in silence, his face normally so winsome was now dark, only showing bitterness and anger.