Princess of England (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

So, this is my second story on Wattpad. It's one of my Harry Styles one (and one of my favorites). If you haven't already (and you loooove Dylan O'Brien) go check out my first story on here- Falling In Love With My Brother's Best Friend.

Thanks :) Enjoy!!!!

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"Isabelle!!" Mum called. I groaned and pressed the stop button on the treadmill. I grabbed my water bottle and began walking out of the fitness room.

"Hey, practice in a few days." My coach yelled after me. I put my hand in the air and gave him a thumbs up, to which he chuckled.

The security men nodded and greeted me as I passed.

"Good afternoon, boys." I said as they nodded. As I got to the main living area the men opened up the doors for me. I entered and mum scolded me. Dad smiled and stood up. He kissed my head then backed away with a fake disgusted face.

"Sweetheart, we have showers." He joked.

"Dad!" I laughed. He chuckled, then mother cleared her throat.

"I'm so sorry. She was supposed to be ready, but she isn't." Mum said through clenched teeth to the guests as she stared at me. If only looks could kill.

"Princess, this is the minister. With his wife and son." Dad said. I stuck out my hand and shook the minister and his wife's hand.

"Nice to see you again, Princess." They bowed. I smiled and felt eyes on me. I turned to face the guy. Their son was my age. Although I have met the minister and his wife numerous times, I have met their son only a once and it wasn't lovely.

"Princess Isabelle this is our son Callum." The minister's wife said. Callum was a very nice looking guy, but wasn't my type. Yeah, he was tan and handsome. Personality? Well that's where he's the ugliest. He can be a pervert. I looked into his blue eyes. I crossed my arms over my chest.

Mum hurried over to me and began wiping the sweat from my forehead then my stomach. I pushed her hand away.

"I can take care of myself." I muttered.

"Go upstairs and change." She ordered. I stared at her then she pushed me out. I rolled my eyes and went up to my room.

The room was my get away room. It was bigger than any other teenage girl's room. A kings size bed, stereo system with surround sound, a mini library, little sitting area, you name it. I had two exits out to my balcony, with a beautiful view of London. I had a walk in closet with many clothes, shoes, dresses, skirts, hand bags, over the shoulder bags, to last me a million years. Finally a big bathroom, every girl's dream. Best part of my room was that it was on the opposite side of my parent's.

Maybe I should tell you about myself. My name is Isabelle Elizabeth Madeline Rose Windsor. Isabelle for my mum's mum. Elizabeth for my grandmother- last Queen of England. Madeline for my father's French grandmother. Rose for my mum's middle name. It's a loooong name, I know. Anyways, I am Princess of England. My father is King William and my mother is Queen Eleanor.

I'm an only child, at the age of seventeen. I live in London and never get to go out into the beautiful city, due to my mother's 'protectiveness'- the only friends I really have are the security guards, then I have my cousins from my mum's side.

I take after my father's looks, but have my mum's brown eyes and brown wavy hair.

I sighed as I looked in the mirror. I wore the dress that I had gotten from my grandmother. It came down a little past my mid-thigh. It was spaghetti strapped, and had little different colored flowers on it but the main color was light pink. I was wearing my pink TOMS, mum hated them (that's why I wore them so often). My hair fell down my shoulders into its natural, wavy state. I wore little make up, I hate makeup but mum said I had to.

"Hello, princess." Callum said and bowed when I descended from my stairs. He held out his arm and I hesitantly looped mine in his. "Must I say that you look stunning." He checked me out. He then leaned closer to my ear. "But then you did look hot in that blue sports bra and tight shorts." He whispered. "With sweat dripping from your forehead and on your chest and stomach and legs." I pushed him away.

"Get a life." I said and walked away. He chuckled and ran up to me.




Dinner was still in process, after a good hour. Boring as usual. Mum and dad talking to the guests about business and what not.

I sighed and got a scolding look from my mother. She then leaned close to me.

"If you're going to be queen one day you have to sit like one. Act like one. And most of all not play with your food." She said. When she turned away I took my hands and pretended to strangle her. Callum laughed and shook his head at me. We striked a conversation, surprisingly.

"Should we tell them?" Mum asked. I looked away from Callum, pausing our conversation, to look at my mother.

"Tell us what?" I asked. Mum and his mum looked at each other and smiled.

"What?" Callum asked.

"You two are going to marry."

"What?!?" I yelled. "This isn't happening." I said. I looked at my dad and he didn't look at me. "Daddy!" I cried.

"Isabelle!! Do not cause a scene." Mum said. I stood up.

"I am not marrying him!! I don't even know him, yet alone love him." I yelled at my mum. She stood up furious.

"You will marry him."

"I will not!"

"You will and its final!" She yelled. The whole room became awkwardly silent. I shook my head and turned to go out. "Where do you think you're going?" She asked.

"None of your business!!" I yelled and went out of the dining room. I ran to the front door and one of the guards looked at me funny. I ran out of the door and out into the streets of London, to the park. I sat on one of the benches and just thought about everything.

How could they do this to me? I didn't even know the guy and they want me to marry him? What the bloody hell!! I never once thought that they would chose who I marry. Being Princess sucks. Actually I take that back. Being Princess didn't suck, having my mum as a mother sucked.

"Aren't you cold?" Someone asked. I turned slightly to see a guy standing there. He had beautiful green eyes, dark curly hair, and stood tall. I smiled and shrugged. He took his jacket off and put it over my shoulders.

"Thanks." I muttered.

"No problem." He said sitting next to me. As he sat close to me I could see him clearer. Oh god, he's gorgeous. "I'm Harry." He held out his hand.

"Isabelle."

"Beautiful name." I blushed and watched the beautiful boy. "Do I know you?" He asked turning his head to the side. I sighed, I always hated when I told people this. They did one of the two things- act like a different person and treat me with over loads of kindness or treat me like a normal person.

"Does Princess Isabelle Elizabeth Madeline Rose Windsor sound familiar? Princess of England." His eyes widened and he stood up. He was about to bow, but I grabbed his arm. "Don't please."

"But,"

"I know, it's supposed to be done." I said in an annoyed tone.

"Why the hell are you out here at night with no guards?" He asked with an amused expression. I smiled, loving his boldness to curse in front of me. No one ever did, besides my cousin.

"Because I'm currently facing some family troubles."

"What? Is it hard to chose a dress for the tea party?" He laughed.

"As much as I would love that- no. My mum is arranging a marriage for me and I don't know the boy." Harry scooted away. "What?" I asked smiling.

"You're beautiful and all, but I shouldn't be flirting with a engaged woman." I laughed. He smiled and moved closer. He has dimples. I love boys with dimples.

"I'm not going to marry him."

"So does that mean I could have a chance?" He asked smiling.

"I don't know. Do you want to?" His eyes sparkled and his smile grew.

"I want to get to know you more." This guy is so cute.

"You sure?" He nodded.

"I'm sure it can't be too hard." We laughed and exchanged numbers.

"We'll just have to see about that." We stared into each others eyes.

"Princess??" One of the guards called. I groaned.

"Sorry Harry..."

"Styles." He said.

"Harry Styles." I smiled, nice ring to it. "I have to go back to the palace." I rolled my eyes. "You now have my number so if you don't hear anything by tomorrow- come and save me." I whispered. I began to hand him his jacket but he pushed it back to me.

"Keep it. It looks better on you." I smiled to him and then began walking to the park entrance.

"I'm here. Don't worry." I said as I seen the guards. They opened the car door for me and then shut it. I looked out the window and seen Harry watching. I smiled and he waved, which I returned.

~~~ Harry's POV ~~~

I just flirted with the Princess of England. THE PRINCESS OF ENGLAND! Wow, the boys are going to be so jealous. Princess Isabelle was the most beautiful girl in the country, no joke. She was voted prettiest teen at the beginning of the year and the year before that.

She's so normal. And cute and funny. I want to see her again, soon. Maybe I should call her? No, I don't want to seem desperate.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Zayn asked, looking at me funny.

"A girl?" Louis asked pinching my cheeks. I blushed and slapped his hands away. I plopped on the couch with the biggest smile.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Tell us!!" Niall said.

"Way to sound like a girl, Ni." Liam said. They laughed and Niall waited for me to speak.

"She's beautiful and funny and cute and gorgeous."

"We get it- she's beautiful. What's her name? Where does she live? Where did you met?" Louis asked. I smiled and got up from the couch. I then went upstairs, ignoring the boys.

I will see her soon. Even if I have to go to the palace.

~~~ Princess Isabelle's POV ~~~

I entered the palace and began upstairs until my mother called for me. I stopped and closed my eyes. Won't she just leave me alone for a few hours? I went downstairs and when I got to her she began walking to the living room.

"Sit." She demanded. I sat on the couch. "I am disappointed in you. You can't just run out like a little baby when things don't go your way. Where did you go? You went without any guards- where did you get that jacket?" She asked looking at the jacket I was holding in my arms.

"A friend."

"A friend? Who?"

"A met this guy in the park."

"See this is why you're not allowed out without Charlie and Xavier."

"He's just a guy I met at the park, mum." I rolled my eyes.

"Do. Not. Roll your eyes at me."

"Or what, mother?" I asked standing up. "Going to punish me? Well let me tell you something. You already have by arranging that marriage." I said and walked out.

"Isabelle Elizabeth Madeline Rose Windsor!!" She yelled. I ran up to my room. When I got there, I slammed the door and locked it.