Chapter 7- Bad Princess.

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A month later.

"Louis, wake up!" I heard making me groan. I snuggled myself more into the covers I was sleeping under getting as comfortable as possible. But then I heard it, the same stupid gut wrenching noise again making me want to flip a fucking table.

"Louis, wake up!" It shouted making me huff. Who dares wake the Queen up from his beauty sleep? Whatever it was needed to leave now.

"Don't make me get the water bucket." I heard it growl, and okay. Sleep is wonderful and all, and the bed feels really comfty underneath me, but NOTHING will risk me getting icy cold water dumped on this precious little head of mine.

"Okay, you asked for it-"

"I'm up, I'm up," I screeched jumping three feet into the air out of bed "God fucking damnit woman." I stared it up and down the evil witch of the wicked west bitch, I call mother.

"Don't use that tone of voice with me young man!" Mum said with a stern tone of voice that made me shiver but I wasn't going to fall into the trap.

"Oh, here we go. Don't get all high and mighty motherly on me after waking me up at-" I looked at the alarm clock to see the time and noticed how dark it was outside "Five AM! Are you trying to kill me?!" I yelled.

"Oh, quit your whining princess, and get ready for school." I heard as a pillow was thrown against my face. I looked up to see Harry on the other side of the bed pulling on a shirt. I had completely forgot today was the first day.

"Thank you, Harry." Mum said with a hand on her hip. "Listen to your brother."

I could see Harry's smirk from the corner of my eye. So that's how you want to play huh? Don't mess with Louis Tomlinson. Especially when he's bitchy as hell at five in the bloody morning.

I put on a pout with my hands held together as I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet, innocently. "But I always do what big brother Harry says, mum. Even the really dirty-"

"Okay! Thanks Jay for waking Louis up but we have to get dressed." Harry said loudly practically pushing my confused mother out of the room. I heard the door slam closed and bit my lip innocently.

"What's wrong big brother? Did your little princess do something bad?" I bursted into a fit of laughter as Harry's cheeks flamed redder then I've ever seen them before. Score one for the Queen.

"Sometimes I wonder why I'm even the slightest bit interested in you." He panted out, glaring at me.

"And sometimes I wonder what it would be like to get fucked by Zac Efron but, not everybody gets what they want in life Harry!" I yelled throwing my hands in the air for emphasis.

Harry let out a long breathy sigh before rubbing his temples in smooth slow circles. "Just get ready and tell me when you're done." He said leaving the room.and closing the door behind him.

Well, that reaction was much better. Ever since Harry confessed his affections for me, he hasn't been getting as angry when I run off at the mouth or do something stupid like accidently bite whilst blowing him off. He'd just yank my hair a bit before telling me to, "Shut up and suck it."

Don't even ask.

And yes we've done things, but we haven't exactly done it. And no, our parents don't know and we're planning to keep it like that. And then at our wedding we will playfully announce that we were dating behind their backs, but they'll be too old and stupid to care anyway.

I could picture my mum with her cane now saying, "What did you say, sonny?" In an old grandma-y voice.

But enough of these future thoughts I had to find an outfit. I wanted to go with gay and a pinch of hipster.

I chose some aztec black and white leggings, a hoodie with the words "shut up" on it in big blue letters, a black and white headscarf, and some blue uggs to top it off.

I stared at myself in the mirror before turning around and appreciating the plump shape of my bum. "Very nice." I mumbled to myself.

"Very nice, indeed." A voice said making me scream and turn around to glare at the curly head monster staring at me in the doorway.

"Get out pervert!" I yelled blushing that I was caught in the act.

"I don't have to get out, it's my room. And I'm not a pervert," He said walking slowly behind me and placing his big hands on my waist. I gasped as I was pulled back into his chest. "Everything here is mine." He said roaming his hands under my sweater and pulling at my left nipple making me groan.

Oh not now, I can't get a boner in these leggings. It would burst right through, and I like these to much for them to have a hole in them.

"So I can stare, touch and appreciate whatever I want." He finished moving his hands to firmly grip my bum cheeks. The grasp on them got so tight that, I was sure there would be red finger indent marks on them later.

I wanted to moan at the aggresiveness but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he could do to me and how responsive I am of every touch or move he makes.

"Harry, please." I groaned leaning my head back against his shoulder with my mouth gaping open. I hated when he did this to me.

When we aren't doing anything intamite I try to act strong and independent. But then he does things like this that makes me vulnerable and fall apart into him. It shows him that no matter how sassy or bitchy I'll get, he could always control me with a gentle touch of his hand. 

And the smirk he gets after he sees me writhering and wrecked after we did some things, makes me want to slap him. Because no, you can't make me drown into you like this and feel cocky about it, you little shit.

"You do know that this belongs to me now, right?" He asked in my ear, his voice way deeper than usual, squeezing my bum tighter making me get on the tips of my toes and arching my back into the touch as his breath hit my neck.

"Y-yes." I gasped out stuttering, and losing my cool. This is what I'm talking about. This vulnerable stage. He let go of my bum cheeks giving them a caring rub, because the way I was whimpering showed that they were indeed sore from all the groping.

"Good boy, get dressed." He said, that same stupid smirk present on his face while I was still standing there a bit bent over, panting heavily with tears pricked in my eyes.

I knew he'd get revenge on me because of the whole "Big brother Harry" façade. He believed in "punishing his princess" (as he says).

But hey, atleast he didn't spank me....again.

Okay, so maybe I'm not the best princess.

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