The Chained Princess (h.s.)

Star XXII

Star XXII

-Harry/...?-

"Run away with me," I mumbled, watching her alarmed expression grow.

"What?" She asked, voice shaking.

I sighed. Dammit.

She hastily put her shirt back on, denying me access inside of her.

Double dammit.

"What did you just say?" She repeated, tucking a loose strand of raven hair behind her ear.

"Just hear me out before you say no," I said quickly, putting my hands in front of me.

Andromeda pushed space in between us, hugging her knees to her chest.

"We're stuck in this, and we're suffocating in this town. Maybe we should just run away, yknow? Just leave. I'm leaving for England next week, I have two first class tickets, please just accompany me."

The cloudy expression she held told me that she forgot about Harry's studying abroad. She is so easy to read its ridiculous.

I know what I'm doing, I'm doing Harry a favor.

Twin knows best, right?

"Harry, I just have a lot of things going on right now, at least give me time to think about this," she sighed, staring at me intently. The back of my neck started to grow hotter.

Is Harry not this nice? Shit, I know he's not. Fuck, I forgot to cut my hair. What if she notices? She's noticed. I know she has.

"Did your hair get longer?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.

I breathed a sigh of relief, nodding. The coast is clear.

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"Harry, wake up."

My brother groaned and turned over.

"Harry, seriously. You need to start packing for England."

He just moaned again and groaned that girl's name.

Gemma was right, he's worse than I thought. Good thing I finished college this year early.

"Nathaniel Styles, I'm gonna need you to piss off," he growled when I hit him.

"Harry Styles, I'm gonna need you to not be a dick and apologize to Liam."

"Fuck off, man!" He said sternly.

"He broke up with Sophia," I sighed, cuffing my blue button up shirt. I had to strip off that hideous black shirt. It was absolutely horrendous.

My burned out brother finally sat up and molested his head like an idiot, and I stepped back in disgust.

He's really mental.

"Really?" He asked, looking at me bloodshot eyes full of hope.

I surveyed his room, empty alcohol bottles and joints everywhere.

Where does he get the legal...? You know what, I don't want to know.

There were multiple stains on the wall, really just absolutely disgusting.

"Yeah,totally." I said, moving my head so I meant it. "He wants you to come over and hang out with him," I continued.

Of course I was lying, I was lying through my Holmes Chapel teeth. But this guy needs to get off his ass. It's tiring enough asking Lianna to do all this for me, but she knows I have good intentions, better than that group of bums she hangs around.