There I sat on the dewy grass, my back pressed against the rough, prickly tree stump. My auburn locks tumbled over my shoulders due to the light breeze in the air.
I was plucking daisies from the ground and laying them in my palm. I peered at them in fascination.
It wasn't often that my father allowed me to leave the castle. He never gave me a full explanation as to why, only the brief statement that it was not safe for me.
So I guess you could say I was enjoying the freedom. I inhaled the thin air, at this my lips pulled into a small smile. I loved the fresh air.
Footsteps were heard, getting louder as they neared me.
Frowning slightly, I let out a deep sigh and climbed onto my feet, straightening out my dress afterwards.
I had no doubt about who it was - my fathers servant, George. He had come to drag me back to the house.
"Your father needs to speak to you right now. You must come with me," he informed me in a firm tone.
Politely, I nodded. Then I went back to find my father.
"Hello, sweetheart," my father spoke with a kind smile. His light eyes glistened as he glanced up at me.
He was in his office as usual. Sunk into his dark, leather chair, behind his oakwood desk. On top of the desk lay stacks and stacks of papers and files and straight away, I knew he had been very busy today.
"Hi father. Busy day?" I asked.
"Yes, dear - but none of that," he dismissed quickly, "I wanted to speak to you about something very important."
I didn't talk, just waited for him to continue.
"I do hope you understand that I arranged this for all of the right reasons, and it is for your own safety and benefit, of course."
I was puzzled now. I wasn't a very patient person, either. So I was itching to know what he was talking about.
"What is it?" I pressed.
"I have decided to hire you a bodyguard."
My first instinct was to burst out in hysterical laughter and tell him that his joke wasn't funny.
But then I realised that he was deadly serious. Lost for words, I just gaped at him.
"He will be by your side when you leave the building, to protect you and keep you out of harms way. This means you are going to be outside a lot more - now that I know you will be safe."
"But I -- father, I do not need a bodyguard!" I spluttered, "I'm perfectly safe going outside on my own!"
"Amelia, this is not up for discussion. I would like you to meet him," my father announced. He seemed to be very happy with his decision, his jolly demeanour proving that.
"W-what? No! This is ridiculous!"
His smile dropped slightly, a frown taking over. His eyes glared into mine hard enough to make me want to disappear into nothing.
"I will not have you speaking to me that way and insulting my decision. I thought long and hard about --"
"-No!" I yelled, my small hands balling up into tight fists at my side, "What about my privacy? I don't want a random man to be following and watching my every move. This is absurd! I mean, you haven't even told me why it is unsafe for me out --"
"Amelia!" my father shouted so loud that I visibly flinched. Spit flew out of his mouth as his chubby fist slammed onto his desk.
He had never shouted like that at me.
I wanted to shrink into a ball and disappear. Far far away from here.
Breaking the ghostly silence, the door slowly creaked open, revealing George.
"Sir," he spoke directly to my father, "He has arrived. Shall I bring him in?"
I was still stood, my hands slightly shaking from the fear and anger within me. My eyes were diverted to the marble floor, too frightened to make eye contact with my father.
Clearing his throat, father answered, "Yes. Bring him in."
Harry's POV
The atmosphere seemed tense.
I was in Mr Katona's office, with the company of his daughter.
I glanced at her, and my cock twitched at the sight. She was very petite, her figure wore a soft chiffon dress, which was baby blue. The colour screamed innocence - just like her. A small amount of cleavage could be seen. A lot of it was covered by a long cascade of waves that rested on her breasts. Then I peered at her face, first noticing her bright blue eyes. The type of eyes you could look into and truly trust to be loyal. My vision then darted to her lips.
Oh fuck.
Her pouty, kissable lips.
My dangerous thoughts were interrupted by the voice of her father.
"Amelia, this is your bodyguard."
Oh, so the name was Amelia.
Amelia's wide eyes finally looked up, causing our eyes to bore into each other's. Her mouth was slightly agape. She looked shocked. Her expression gave off the impression that I was not what she was expecting.
After a few seconds of silence, Mr Katona coughed quietly and spoke up again.
"His name is Harry Styles."
authors note:
hiiii!! I'm really excited to write this story :D
the cast is on the side if you wanna have a look ... but i just couldn't picture any celebrity as amelia, and when i read fanfics i like to think of them as me idk, so just think of her as yourself.
pretty please give feedback :) x
