In a Kingdom Far Away

Chapter 1!!!.

Once upon a time in a kingdom far far away, there lived a prince as happy as could be. His name was Prince Harry. He lived in the palace with his mother Queen Anne and his father King Des. The family was rich but loved to give to the kingdom. They were always giving when they had the chance. Every one on the village loved the royal family. As a tradition, the would always throw the family a large party on their honor. They would make pies, cakes, tea, and even give Prince Harry toys.

As a family tradition the Prince, in this case Harry, had to marry at age 16. At the day of his 16th birthday Harry and his father had a talk. " Son, I know your nervous about turning 16 because you have to marry." King Des told Harry, who looked quite nervous. " The only thing I'm nervous about is marrying a girl I don't even know!" Harry accidentally yelled at his father. " Now you watch that tone young man, I will not allow for you to break family tradition just because you don't want to marry a stranger!" King Des was now pretty upset.

Chapter 2!!

" Father, I apologize I don't know what got into me." Harry quickly said . " I'm just wondering why I have to marry so quickly! Tradition says I have to marry at age 16, and I will be 16 for a whole year! Can't I just wait a little longer?" Harry begged his father, but his mind did not change. " Up to your room this instant!! We shall have no more speak of this until dinner tonight." Not only did Harry's father look disappointed, he also seemed ashamed that his son didn't want to marry.

Just as King Des had said, they spoke of the matter that day during dinner. Harry's mother looked especially excited at the table and it made Harry very suspicious. " Is everything alright mum?" Harry asked his mother. " Quite frankly it is. I was talking with your father and we were thinking that the best way for you to meet someone would be at a ball!!" Harry's mother seemed younger and happier that before, but her smile faded when she saw Harry's reaction. Oh no not this again, Harry thought, I'll just have to agree so that father doesn't get more un pleased than he already is. " Absolutely! I love the idea. When are we having the ball?"

Chapter 3!!!

"The ball will be tomorrow night! It's better before, than after isn't it love?" Harry's mom sounded so happy he couldn't bear to tell her otherwise. " Yes, sure" Harry agreed.

It was the day of the ball and Harry was woken up earlier to get ready for the night. Not only was he tired, he was grumpy and sick. He had woken up with a stuffy nose and a fever. The only thing he needed was to be the star of attention with a stuffy nose.

HARRYS POV

I was woken up today earlier than usual. I felt so terrible! I was sweating and I couldn't breathe through my nose. And to make thing worse I had to plan the night. I showered which kind of helped my nose but it was still pretty bad. My fever wouldn't go away no matter how much tea I drank. Tonight was not going to be good...

THIRD PERSON POV

Harry was getting ready for the ball when he heard a knock on his door. " Harry, can I come in?" It was Harry's father just wanting to stop by. " Yeah, it's alright." Harry knew what was coming. His father was going to tell him to be social, to talk to all the girls there, and so on. Harry knew his father too well to know word for word what he was going to say. " I just wanted us to have a talk before the ball. First off, be sure to treat every girl with respect. Every girl needs respect. And second of all be yourself. Almost all the girls there will want you because you are Prince, but there will be one who will want you for you." Harry was dozing off at his fathers talk. It wasn't that he didn't care, it was just that the talks were really boring and long. " Yes sir," Harry replied to his father, " If I do not find the the girl of my dreams I will be terrible sorry."

HARRY POV

" Yes sir " was my response to everything. It was the easiest thing to say when you didn't know what to say. At that moment my father did something I will never forget. He gave me his lucky ring. " This ring has been in the family since the beginning of time. My father gave it to me when I was going to marry, so now I will give it to you." My father had tears in his eyes as he said this. I never would have thought my father were to cry. I put on the ring and it fit me perfectly.

THIRD PERSON POV

Harry entered the ball room to see lots of beautiful girls in elegant dresses. His friends and family were all there. This is going to be easier than I thought, Harry told himself.

HARRY POV

I already had in my mind what I was looking for. Smart, funny, sporty... I repeated this to myself while I greeted everyone. " How do you do? I'm fine thank you. How do you do?" This went on until I had finished greeting everyone. There was a girl I wanted to talk to, until I saw him.

WHO DOES HARRY SEE?!?!??!?

CHAPTER 4

HARRYS POV

He was standing there looking more handsome than I ever could imagine. His hair was slicked back, he had on a vest unlike the others, and he had a laugh that could make anyone fall in love. Him, I need him, he is who I want, I told myself. I thought about how my fathers reaction would be, I preferred to move on. " Hi my name is Louis, what's yours?" Crap, even the way he spoke was adorable. " Uh... my n-name is Harry." I had never in my life stuttered and it surprised me that I stuttered talking to him. " It's very nice to meet you." Louis said with beautiful eyes sparkling. He gave me his hand to shake but I didn't know if to take it. After arguing with myself, I took his hand and said," The pleasure is mine."

LOUIS POV

As soon as a I saw Harry, I knew he should be mine. I'm very good at keeping my feelings to myself, mostly because the people I like don't like me back. It took me a while to get the courage to walk up to him, but I'm glad I did. His curls are the most marvelous things ever, and I just want to run my fingers through them. NO!!!!! Louis your getting attached too fast and it always comes back to bite you in the ass. This is probably a waste of time. Someone like Harry wouldn't think about someone like me.

HARRYS POV

Throughout the rest of the ball, Louis and I probably talked about 3 or 4 times again. Me acting more foolish and nervous than the last... I was nervous about my feelings, because... well Louis was a boy, and I was a boy, and I liked him... And last time I checked, we weren't supposed to be together. My father would not approve and he would yell and I can just imagine it all. I really need to stop feeling like this.

LOUIS POV

I am probably the worst person in having conversations!!! The whole time I talked to Harry he didn't seem nervous, which meant he didn't like me. What did I tell myself a million times?! Oh yeah, NOT TO GET TOO CLOSE TO PEOPLE!!!!! Now I knew how my mother felt when I didn't listen. I felt like ripping my hair out after every stupid thing I said. I would probably be bald if I did that...