The Harvest || h.s.

Chapter 19

XIX. JEALOUSY

Harry

The sound of the music coming from the instruments the orchestra was playing made everyone present in the room stop their conversations midway and look over to the dance floor.

Prince Harry stopped his actions, that consisted in looking everywhere for his date, and was forced to stand beside a Lord a little older than sixty and his wife, facing the center of the room where the ball would take place.

The hosts, King and Queen of Camden, opened the waltz, and soon after, they were joined by other couples who decided to take a turn in stepping onto the dance floor.

Harry took advantage of the fact that everyone that attended the party was in sight. He scanned everyone that was enjoying the show, chatting and giggling, and taking sips out of their champagne glasses. His eyes started to scan the scene faster, landing just half a second on every face, as he started to grow desperate and out of place at not having Lena by his side, until his eyes landed on a particular scene.

Harry was able to see Niall bowing down and reaching his hand toward Lena, to which the girl giggled and placed her hand on top of Niall's. The couple reached the dance floor and mimicked the movements of the other pairs.

Harry furrowed his brows, watching intensely at his best friend dancing with his...

He had no idea how to describe Lena. What was Lena to him? His girlfriend? No, she was not anywhere near being his girlfriend, and both of them were sure about that. There was still so much they needed to know about each other, so how could someone describe their state? Was she his companion? The girl who simply lived in his castle? They sure had something, but what was it?

The thoughts were erased from his mind when he locked eyes with the girl. Her smile abandoned her face as she saw the look the Prince was giving her. She was not able to read his expression that easily. It was a look of perplexity and anger, mixed with a slight astonishment.

"Why aren't you dancing?" A voice next to Harry startles him, causing him to almost spill his glass of champagne.

"Lou, you scared me." He breathed.

"I know, that's what I do. You didn't answer my question."

"I'm sorry," Harry apologized, shaking his head. "What was it?"

"Why aren't you dancing?"

"I don't feel like dancing." He replied with a straight face, watching Niall's hand slowly dropping to Lena's lower back, making him grip his glass tightly.

"Oh." Lou said after following Harry's eyes and realizing what he was staring at. "I see."

"What the fuck does Niall think he is doing? He can't do that." Harry scoffed. "I'm going to stop this shit." He informed before trying to intervene with the dance, but before he could do anything he would later regret, Lou grabbed his arm and pulled him back again to his previous standing spot.

"Stop. My parents are looking." She whispered before locking arms with Harry. "They'll like it better this way." She shrugged.

They remained silent for a couple more minutes. The waltz seemed endless to Harry, he wanted nothing but it to end and it appeared as it was never going to finish.