Diana || n.h.

Chapter 3

DIANA'S POV:

"Harry?" I asked, when I opened the door to see my brother, but I don't think he knew that.

"Yes, it's me, Harry. Blah Blah Blah. We need to go see Prince Charles, now," he said, anger boiling inside of him, for some odd reason.

"But, why? Niall's here and--"

"Now, Diana. Now." he said, and grabbed my wrist, dragging me into the hallway. I sighed, and just let him drag me until we reached outside of Buckingham Palace.

I don't know what I'm going to explain to Niall later, I just hope he doesn't worry too much, cos you know, one of his mates randomly took me from my apartment.

No big deal, guys.

I stayed silent the whole time Harry was walking me to the palace. When we got infront of the doors, guards were surrounding the building, as usual.

They saw Harry and nodded, letting him through, but stopped when they saw me, not letting me through.

"She's.. a friend of mine. Let her through," Harry said, teeth clenched. The guards obeyed, which I kinda wish they didn't, and let me through. When I got inside, it was bigger than London, I think.

Servants and maids were scurrying everywhere, the smell of the palace lobby was a mixture of a bakery, fresh laundry, and Italian foods. It smelled delicious, but Harry kept dragging me forwards.

Butlers and maids were giving us weird looks, but just kept walking from every direction.

Harry dragged me up the biggest and tallest staircase I've ever seen. It had a velvet carpetgoing right down the middle of it, too. It was really pretty.

When we got to the 2nd floor, yes, there's like, 14 floors,  Harry let go of my wrist.

I rubbed it, because it felt bruised and numb. Harry just rolled his eyes and kept walking down the grand hallway, gesturing to me to follow him.

When we got towards the end of the hallway, a man, maybe in his twenties, stepped out of one of the bajillions rooms on this floor.

He was all dressed up, unlike Harry, who has a white shirt and black jeans on. This man was dressed up in a red jacket with golden patches on his shoulders, and tan pants with long black boots.

He had light brown hair in a buzz cut, no quite like Liam's, but similar. He had green eyes like mine.

Harry kept walking, but I was just staring at this guy, who was staring right back at me.

"Will, not right now. I need to take her to father," Harry said, grabbing my wrist and pulled me along. When I looked back at Will, I realized that he was my other brother.

Well, he had to be, I mean, come on.

Harry pulled me into a large office room, where a man that looked like an older version of William, except with grey hair, was sitting in his desk, that was 4x the size of my double bed. Literally.

Theh man turned around, and frowned when he saw me.

"Diana?" he asked. I nodded, and he slowly got up, and examined me. Not like, the creepy way, but to see if I really WAS Princess Diana II.

He looked back at my face, and tears were streaming down his face. I wiped my cheeks, then realizing I was crying too.

He hugged me tightly.

"You came home,"

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Yeeep. This makes me so sad, it's so touching, really :')

Heh. And I wrote it too, lol.

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