Princess of England (Harry Styles)

Chapter 38

~~~ Harry's POV ~~~

It's already been a week and a half and we can't find Belle. The extension on the money has been pushed back. For what reason I don't know why. All I want is for Belle to come back. The love of my life.

"You need to eat something." Queen Elizabeth said.

"I can't." I said running my hands through my hair.

"Harry,"

"I'm sorry." I got up and went to the FBI agents. They were searching through things. Obviously whatever they were doing wasn't helping.

"Harry, come here." King William said. I followed him on to the hall. "When is the last time you ate." Before I could say anything he spoke again. "A real meal."

"I don't know. I had a apple yesterday." He ran his hands over his face.

"Harry, I know you want to find Belle- I do too. But you can't not eat or drink or sleep- she would want you to get rest and eat."

"I have to find her." I said.

"Harry." Someone said behind me. I turned around and my mum, Robin, and Gemma were there. I looked to the King.

"I thought they could make you." He shrugged. I turned around and my mum wrapped her arms around me.

"Why do I have the feeling that you haven't slept in a week?"

"I've slept." She eyed me. "An hour or so at night." I looked at Gemma and she looked at me with her hand covering her mouth. Her eyes were watering and she shook her head slightly. I walked up to her and hugged her.

"How did you get him to eat?" Louis asked with a laugh and patted my back.

"Told him that Belle wouldn't want him to starve himself." Gemma said. I looked to her and she was slightly smiling to me.

"Harry?" Niall asked carrying Edmund. "Can you try to get him to sleep? Whenever I try he always cries. He seems to go to sleep when you hold him." Niall handed him to me and I held him. I rocked him back and forth while humming.

Edmund and Belle looked so much alike. Their same eye color. Same noses. Same hair color. It hurt so much.

I sat in the dining room chair with Edmund in my arms for a while. When I put him back I was quickly called by Liam. When I didn't hurry enough for him he grabbed my arm and dragged me. Everyone was seated in the dining room. I looked to the King and he shook his head. I looked to the telly and it was a video from the bastards.

"You all know that I want a million dollars. Well that you missed the date to give that to me I decided to raise it to one point five million." The man laughed. God, I'm going to hurt someone. He began talking about money again and I began to walk away annoyed.

If these stupid so called FBI agents were doing everything they could how come they can't find her?

"Harry." Zayn said. I turned around and Belle was hand cuffed to a bed. Her body had bruises on them along with love bites. Angry tears began to come from my eyes.

Belle was in her knickers and bra just like the last time they showed her. Her skin was pale and her lips were blue.

A man began to go towards her. He ran his fingers on her cheek and she tried to scream and kick. She seemed weaker than she normally is. The man took off the thing from around her eyes.

"Princess Isabelle isn't what everyone thinks of her." He said and touched her thigh. He laughed when she tried to scoot away. He then looked into the camera lens. "Harry, your girlfriend is so good in bed." He said smiling. The camera shut off and the screen went blank. Before anyone could come I walked out of the room.

"Harry!" Gemma said. I picked up my pace and went into the restroom. I slammed the door and locked it. To block out the noise of people calling my name and banging on the door I turned on the shower. I screamed and fell to the ground, crying in my hands.

It was my fault she's gone. I could've at least tried getting up. She's probably going to die because of me. My first serious girlfriend, dying because of me. I'm a horrible person.

I walked down he hall going to the kitchen when I heard someone crying. I stopped and slowly looked into the room. The King and Queen were sitting in there. The King was crying as was the Queen.

"What if we never find her and she is gone forever thinking that I hate her?" The Queen sobbed.

"We will find her Eleanor. We have the FBI here."

"She hates me!" She cried. The King rubbed her back in a comforting manner.

"She doesn't hate you."

"Yes she does, Will! She thinks that I hate her too. I never meant for any of it to happen. I was just trying to protect her." She stopped and took a breath. "Harry even hates me. I threatened to hurt his family if he didn't leave her."

"Eleanor, you need to rest." William said. She got up. I quickly walked away. The Queen doesn't want to see her daughter die. No mother did, but Belle and the Queen didn't have the best mother and daughter relationship.

But who would've thought that the Queen really didn't mean any harm?