The Chained Princess (h.s.)

Star II

-Harry-

"Please stay!" I found myself saying. Damn tequila, that was a bad idea. I decided to set the bottle down, it landed with a much heavier thud than I expected.

Then I noticed it wasn't the bottle that made the thud, it was the girl who was being stubborn and unreasonable. She had passed out. Oh, lovely.

My empty stomach churned but I went to her side anyway. Laying on my floor, unconscious is not a scene I wanted Liam to see so I prayed to whoever was up there that no one would come upstairs.

I kneeled by her side, unsure of what to do.

"Wake up." I commanded. No reply. Even unconscious, she rejects me.

"I said, wake up."

Nothing. Sighing, I lightly tapped her cheek with the back of my hand.

"C'mon, chop chop. Lets go, Andromeda."

And still nothing. I gave up.

Wait, she has a phone. I reached for the gold catastrophe in her hand and when I figured out the Da Vinci code on that damned thing, I extracted her iPhone. Hoping there wasn't a lock, I slid the screen. It was my lucky day.

Who to call, who to call...

I stared at the home screen, a picture of the stars. Maybe she's named after one of them. A vibration notification jogged my senses. It was a message from her snob best friend.

"Did you meet Harry yet?"

Ignoring the use of my name at the sake of a girl lying on my floor, I called the number.

"Andy?" A high pitched voice answered.

"No, Harry." I answered.

"What did you do with Andy?" He said in a suddenly threatening tone.

"I didn't do shit, prep, she just passed out on my room floor. You should really get her to eat something, yknow."

I heard him sigh in disappointment. "She really needs to stop doing this to herself," he said under his breath.

It's not that easy, I thought to myself.

"I don't give a shit, just send her your address, I'm leaving her on your doorstep," I said gruffly.

"It's programmed in her phone, hotshot, and she's not a FedEx delivery." This guy was testing me and I was fucking over it so I hung up on him. I slung Andromeda over my shoulder and started out the door.

Oh, fuck.

I can't bring an unconscious girl that's slung over my shoulder down into a room full of people. Rich people, at that. So I had no choice but to use my escape ladder.

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Climbing down a ladder is way easier without a girl on your back, but I drove her to this guy's house and left her sleeping on the doorstep, as promised. I think I might have taken a picture on her phone, but I don't give a shit. Of course, I had to drop a little note in her Jumanji-lock of a purse, just as a reminder of whom she was dealing with.

Sweet dreams.

-Andromeda-

He's gonna tell everyone at school, I know it. Ugh, the fact that I'll have to be in the same building as him Monday morning makes me want to eat a huge, greasy, extra saucy burger and large fry.

I can't help but think I've seen him before, though. Do we have a class or something?

"He better not say anything in English, or I will shoot him," Louis said with a mouthful of pancake.

Oh god, I would have first period with him. Fabulous.

The doorbell rang and Mrs. Tomlinson rushed to get it. I pulled the drawstring on Louis' flannel pajama pants, this along with the hoodie he gave me hang off me so loosely.

"Andy, someone's at the door for you!" Mrs. Tomlinson called from the front door of Louis' huge Victorian house.

"Probably my mom. I'll see you Monday, Lou. Thanks for everything." I kissed him on the cheek, grabbed my dress off the chair I was sitting in, and headed towards the front door. I stopped dead in my tracks when I got there.

"There's my favorite cousin! Or should I say, roommate!" Charlie said with a fake voice.

"Charlie! It's been forever!" I was so surprised to see my cousin, and even more surprised to hear I was her favorite. She always dumped her cake on me when we were kids.

Her blue eyes lowered and Mrs. Tomlinson nodded knowingly. She put a hand on my shoulder.

"You can come over whenever you need, Andy."

"Thanks so much, Mrs. T!" I said gratefully. She is really like the woman who raised me.

I looked at Charlie, who dyed her hair blonde and chopped it into a boyish cut. She can make anything look good, unlike me. I know a sophisticated older woman like Mrs. Tomlinson immediately judged Charlie by the revealing outfit she was wearing, but didn't say anything on my behalf. We began to walk down the long driveway of Louis' house and she began to talk.

"I'm movin' in with y'all." She spat as she yanked her Mercedes car door open.

I hesitantly sat in the passenger seat.

"Why?" I asked quietly.

"I got into like, one fucking car crash! And I got expelled from school, but like, so does a lot of people!" She recklessly backed out of the driveway and drove down the street.

"So yeah, I'm motherfucking moving in to 'better' myself because fucking Carrie thinks it's best! What does she know, she's my fucking age!" Charlie was screaming at the road and I hastily struggled to put my seatbelt on. It was then when I noticed my phone was buzzing.

Louis- "Are you feeling okay?"

Harry-"Bridge. 3:00. Tomorrow."

My stomach dropped and I came to the realization that he must've added his number into my phone last night when I passed out. Great. I hope he didn't go through my camera roll full of diets and pictures of skinny girls I someday wish to look like. I checked to make sure.

All of the pictures were there, and one more. It was blurry, but it was the side of his face, and the background was dark. I don't know how it got on here, but he looks marvelous. I never knew how defined his-

"Andy!"

"What, Charlie?" I tried not to sound snappy, she's had a hard day.

"I said we're going shopping tomorrow, I can't have you looking like that next to me."

I rolled my eyes.

"These are Louis' clothes." I sighed.

She tsked. "That blue label dress isn't. Seriously, the polo-and-skirt phase is over. Not even Ralph Lauren makes Ralph Lauren.

I thought back to all my of my Blue Label by Lauren clothes in my closet and shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Fine, I guess." I thought about Harry's text all the way home.

I really don't want this girl to move in with me.