Separated By Status

-Prologue-

Life was tough. 

Especially in Harry's situation. 

You see, Harry was a Serf. Or, as the Monarch liked to call him, a peasant. He didn't have many rights in this part of Europe. He barely made it through a day, he was constantly hungry because of not getting enough food in his system and also because of the work he had every single day. 

Harry didn't work for himself, he worked for the Monarch, or the royalty. He never got anything out of it, ever. Why? Well, that's how it works. Harry is forced to get up at 5:00 AM every morning and hoist his shovels and gardening tools to his crops, working on making them sprout somehow. A small portion of that was kept for himself, but most of it was sent to the large, looming castle in the distance. 

Harry lived in a small, broken down house with two people- his mother, Anne, and sister, Gemma. The two girls have already been through a lot in their past, including deaths and break ups. And since he is the only man in the household, he has the most responsibility out of everyone, and he's only eighteen. 

Now, to live to the age of eighteen was very fortunate and rare in Europe, especially for a serf. And Harry was grateful for that one little drop of sunshine in his life, because that drop leads to him still standing on him feet, brown curly hair framing his face, green eyes peering into the distance. He's still supporting his family and giving it everything he's got. 

Another drop of sunshine in his life would probably be his best friend, Zayn. Now, Zayn has a bad reputation in his town because of his past. Harry couldn't blame him. His mother died at a young age, his girlfriend ditched him for someone else, one of his sisters died of meningitis. After his mother's and sister's deaths, he went low for a while. Went out and got drunk at parties, brought home random girls to shag, covered his skin in tattoos. And everyone knew- who wouldn't know? Harry's little colony has around twenty families at tops, and news spread over here as quick as wildfire. If people weren't working or starving their asses off, they were gossiping about the latest news from the castle or in their little colony. 

So, yes. The people of Harry's colony were messed up, but that was something Harry had to live with, along with his empty stomach and barely ripe crops. While Harry would be sitting in his two-roomed little mud house with nothing to eat, the Royalty would be stuffing their faces full of delicious, tummy-rumbling food. 

Now, the Monarch wasn't all that bad. Once, Harry's sister went to town to buy some wool to make coats for the winter to come. She had gone all tired, wary, and bony, a look that Harry had grown used to. But, when she came back she had the biggest smile on her face, her eyes scrunched and teeth showing as she struggled to contain her laughter when Harry confronted her about it. Finally, she had looked behind her and made sure no one was looking, then opened her fisted hand to show five glowing, golden pounds. Harry had looked up with shock and soon the two were hugging each other and spinning around, laughing loudly. Gemma had explained that the Prince was at the market, just passing by and had seen her arguing with the wool-lady on how expensive the clothing was. She was just about to leave empty-handed when the royal Prince had laid hand on her shoulder and paid for  two long meters of wool- enough to keep two people warm at night. 

Gemma was literally gushing when she was describing the Prince to Harry. She was acting in love, as if he had just proposed to her. 

"Oh, and his eyes, Harry! They were the most magnificent, deep color of blue I have ever seen!" 

Harry had smiled softly then leaned in and whispered to her, "Was he fit?" ,earning a hard slap on his arm in return.

The next weeks after that had gone by with ease, because hell. Five pounds was worth a lot to the Styles' family. They were all laughing and smiles for a couple days, and they enjoyed it while it lasted because, they knew that when this money run out, they would have to go back to their daily lives of struggling and going to bed hungry. 

There wasn't anything Harry could do about it.

Because this is what life is like in Europe. 

Life is short, depressing, and hard. Fucking hard as hell. But he had to live with it. 

Because he had no other choice but to go with the flow. 

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