Her Highness h.s

Chapter 31 (in need of treatment)

Song for this chapter;

Uncover - Zara Larsson

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Lilly's pov

I take the curling iron, spraying some heat protection, preventing my hair from the damages the curling iron causes.

I plug it in and start brushing my hair as my phone beeps.

"Hello?" I answer the phone and place the curling iron on the table, waiting for it to heat up.

"Listen." I hear Jess on the other side.

"Okay?" I remark, confused about the fact that she doesn't even bother to say hi, especially since we haven't talked in a while.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to. I was being your friend just because no one else would, and as for Harry, he's mine and don't even think about getting near him. I have him already wrapped around my finger.

Just because I'm not there, doesn't mean you can fuck him, too."

"Excuse me?" I'm shocked, she's never used harsh words on me.

"Don't act all innocent. You don't think I haven't checked Harry's phone, do you?"

"What are you talking about?" I clear my throat.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, you whore." She insults me, making me gape.

"What's your tounge!" I threaten her, not wanting to cause a scene.

"You're doing the same thing you did with David. You took him from me too!" Jess squeals, sounding like she was crying.

"I didn't fucking take him." I really didn't, he forced himself on me, even after I didn't give in to him.

But, as for Harry, it really wasn't my choice and neither it was his choice,

It just kinda happened.

"Whatever, Slut!" With that she hangs up, leaving me hang on the line, trying to get my head around what just happened.

I decide to leave it, it's useless to call her back and fight, again.

I grab a fist of my hair and inhale deeply, things really seems to get more complicated day by day.

"Miss Liliya, dinner's ready!" Mary calls for me from downstairs as I continue curling my enormous hair. I finish the look with fresh spray, making sure the hair will stay like this.

I push my hair back and get up from my chair, taking steps towards the stairs.

"It's your favorite, darling," My mother speaks, for what feels like in a year, as I take my seat and nod at her. We haven't had a dinner together with my family for a long time, and it's even more awkawrd every time.

After a brief silent, my father coughes, making me look at him.

"How is school?" My father tries to casually small talk with me. I take a sip of water and show him a thumbs up, letting him know everything's all right.

I look at my clock, remembering I should be at Harry's place in a hour. I bite my bottom lip as my family and Mary talk about something nonchalant, making me mentally roll my eyes at them.

"Your first appointment is in a hour, Liliya," my mother suddenly informs me, making me drop my utensils.

"What?" I utter, a shocked expression plastered on my face, as my family observes me.

"Your appointment to the psychologist. I thought your father talked you about it?" She smile through her clenched teeth and cuts a piece of the nicely cooked beef.

I don't give them any verbal words, not knowing how to react to this. They thought I was crazy!

"I don't want to." I mutter under my breath, making everyone gape. This was all new to them, me arguing on something. Usually I played nice and obeyed everys single of shit they threw at me, but I can't take it anymore. It has come to the point where every little thing they do, make me boil up inside.

"It's for your own good. You know that we want the best for you." My father remarks, trying to reach for my hand on the table. I decline the touch, making a frown appear on his face.

I shake my head as they try to convince me into this.

"We're really dissapointed. You've changed." I hear one of them say, while I stand up, not making any eye contact with any of them.

I drag myself to my room, hearing them calling my name, not caring as I quickly lock my door, tears flowing from my eyes.

I'm not crazy, actually, they're the ones that need treatment and not me. I wipe my tears away and re-read my texts from Harry, slowly forgetting my parents and their endless misery they cause me.

The instant pull between Harry and I, can't be explained. It's something unfamiliar, but feels like paradise. Every touch of his, makes me feel a little more alive.

I smile at my thoughts, as the tears drain away. I cover my mascara stains with makeup, trying to hide the fact that I've been crying.

A thought crosses my mind as the wind flies the window open. I still had 15 minutes to get to Harry. I grab my small bag, realizing that wearing a dress made it hard for me to climb through the window. But, I did have experience, thanks to Harry and the whole music class disaster.

I glance over the door making sure it's still locked and then climb out of the window, smoothly jumping into the ground. I'm so glad that I decided not to wear high heels.

Checking myself in the pocket mirror, I rush to catch a buss. I can't take my car because my family will notice that I'm gone.

Without thinking it twice, I was on my way to Harry's.

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Ps. I haven't reread this yet, so there's gonna be mistakes!