You Can Call Me Queen Bee

Chapter 1

Princess. That's what I am. A Princess.

Princess Louis and yes I am a boy.

Many people disagree with me calling myself a Princess because I am a boy, but it's who I chose to be. Being a Princess, I have learnt many things, and I have come up with the pros and cons of being part of the Royal Family.

I'll start with the cons. Firstly, privacy. I admit I get a lot of it, but at times it is hard to physically hide behind your parents when you're not little anymore, having to keep up this public image of yourself is hard and having stories circulate about yourself which you know aren't true.

Next, public appearances. I have to keep up this demeanour that I am a person with no flaws, which would be great, I have to keep a smile on my face permanently when giving speeches or getting flowers from little girls, which I admit is great as they are all so friendly.

Number three, marriage. I HAVE to marry a prince before I turn twenty-one, and I'm only nineteen, and there already are a list of Princes that my parents want me to meet, but I know they only like me because I can get pregnant.

I guess marriage can be a pro as well, especially when you get to meet guys like Harry Styles.

Today he was coming over to Buckingham Palace to meet with my parents and me. I had seen his picture, and he was to die for, honestly. I never knew someone could be so attractive; he was way above my expectations. He was only one year older than me, so I didn't mind this age gap.

I was currently in my room stressing over what to wear, and I had practically taken out all of my clothes from my walk-in wardrobe. Eleanor, my best friend, was sitting on my bed and not helping as she was texting on her phone.

"Ellieeeeee, help me pleaaaaaase," I said, huffing as I flicked through my dresses.

"I am helping...by not getting in your way," Eleanor replied, not looking up from her phone

I groaned as I picked up a dress that was too casual.

"El, this is Harry Styles we're talking about, potential future husband here."

"Ughh fine." she rolled her eyes as she got up from the bed.

Eleanor pulled her hat tighter onto her head and slipped her phone into her black cardigan's pocket. I watched as her eyes skimmed over the pile of clothes before walking towards the wardrobe. She flicked a few of them away, muttering 'no' or 'oo' at the different items.

"How about this one?"

She had pulled out a blue A-line dress that reached the floor and had short sleeves with a belt on it.

"Thanks, Eleanor, love you."

"I know you do now get changed."

It was fifteen minutes when I was finally ready. I had my dress on and some pumps to make myself just a little bit taller, well try to make myself as tall as him; he is at least three inches taller than me.
I sat in front of my makeup table where I applied some mascara, eyeliner and some red lipstick.

I took a deep breath when a knock was heard and felt Eleanor pat at my back.

"Come on Lou, go and meet your 'future potential husband'," she winked, nudging the side of my ribs.

"Thanks, El," I smiled.

I made my way over to the door and opened it to find Liam standing there.

"Good afternoon Princess Louis, Prince Harry has just arrived, your parents have asked me to come and escort you to him."

"Thank you, Liam, you don't have to address me as Princess Louis," I smiled.