His Kingdom {Harry Styles FF}

Prologue

I feel a strong wind blow through my room making me shiver and nuzzle my body further into the sheets. I sigh, knowing that I have to close the window. I slowly make my way towards the window, being careful not to be loud so that I don't wake up anyone else. But before I can even touch the handle of the window my door suddenly bursts open. 

"My prince! Your father has asked me to escort you to the throne room. We must hurry." I furrow my eyebrows as I listened to Marcel's rushed words. He has always been the one to assist me with everything since I was a kid. 

"Marcel, what are you going on about? What is so urgent that couldn't wait until at least dawn?" I questioned. I couldn't say anything else before the window that I was trying to close was shattered making me duck and shield my face with my hands. 

I quickly make my way over to Marcel who hurriedly grabbed my outstretched hand and rushed the both of us out of the room just as some guards came in. I listened to the sound of bodies dropping, making me whimper. 

"Shh, you will be fine my prince." He soothingly whispered into my ear, making me weakly nod and bury my face in his chest. I knew that he was running at supernatural speed or should I say vampire speed. Yes, vampires are real in our world. 

I hear Marcel say something to the guards outside the throne room but I wasn't listening. I was focusing on how my father, The Almighty King, could let this happen. Our kingdom is clearly under attack and when my father became king he swore that he wouldn't let anything like this ever happen. Yet here we are. Under attack. I hear the large oak doors open and immediately close indicating that we were inside the throne room. I feel myself being lowered down and I comply by standing on my own two feet before looking up and finding Marcel gone. I look up at the throne, seeing my mom and sister holding each other. I race up to them, making my presence known by taking both my mum's and sister's hands into my own. 

"What's going on?" I asked even though I already knew and feared the answer.

"Demons." My sister spoke seeing as my mother already burst into tears at the sight of me. I paled at her answer. Demons have been waging war against us since as long as can be remembered. They were stronger than us. It took at least 4 of our best to take down one of their best. 

"No. How is that possible? No, No, NO!" I screamed as I threw a vase at the wall. I turned my head so fast towards my mum, "Did dad go with them?" I asked through gritted teeth.

She just managed a weak nod before bursting into tears again. I turn away, feeling helpless. I look back at my mum and sister, my heart breaking at the sight. Suddenly, images of my father's body covered in blood flashed in my mind. That was it. I'm going out there. I turn around on my heels, briskly walking down the small steps of the throne platform. But before I could make it to the last step I could feel a hand wrap around my tense arm. 

"Harry don't. We need you here, safe. The kingdom needs you safe. " My sister says in a strained voice. My mind quickly caught on the implied meaning behind her words.

"NO! Don't you even dare think that, Gemma! Dad can't be gone. H-he c-can't be." I say on the verge of tears, my voice already breaking at the end, "He just can't." I whispered before my legs completely gave out underneath me, making me stand on my knees as silent tears fell out of my eyes. 

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 A/N: Hi guys! This is my first ever Harry Styles Fanfiction and I hope you all like it. Basically, this story is based on the world of supernaturals where basically everything is possible. Hope y'all like it! 

P.S.  Harry is about fifteen years old in this part of the story lol.