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Your Eyes Are All I See

- Rosalie Windsor's POV -

"Do I really have to go?" My voice echoed through the car, annoying pretty much everyone with me. We were on our way to the Olympic stadium, where I'd have to sit through two hours of watching people perform, in a dress.

Something even worse? My two most annoying siblings were coming along as well. Scarlette and Mason, who was my twin, but not really. I don't understand why my mum and dad didn't bring my other brothers and sister along. There was Courtney, Theo, or Griffin. But, no, Scar and Mason were coming along.

"Ugh, this is just fantastic." I thought, glancing over at the two idiots who were poking each other. I found myself rolling my brown eyes at them and sighing once more.

"Rosalie, for the hundredth time, yes." My mother replied, sighing loudly, "You're already here, darling. Plus, you'll be able to see One Direction perform, aren't you excited for that?" Feeling her motherly hand on my leg, I nodded and let out a soft groan. That was one good thing, One Direction were performing, one of my favorite bands of all time.

"Rose, don't be so sad, I'll be there." Prince Harry's voice piped up, smirking rather largely.

Sticking my tongue out at my cousin, I laughed and raised an eyebrow. "You'll be getting me in trouble, won't you?" I quickly questioned, already knowing the answer.

Every time Harry and I were put together, nothing good came from it, it was always trouble. There was one time, the older ginger had dared me to steal the microphone from my grandmother during a live interview and I had done it. The Queen wasn't all too happy about, she had given me a scolding as soon as we had arrived at home. It was worth it though, seeing that look on my gran's face was highly satisfying and entertaining, especially to the people of England. She forgave me in the end, because that's what you get for being her favorite grandchild, but Harry had gotten quite a punishment the following day.

"Oh, little one, you know me so well." Harry laughed, fixing his blazer, winking playfully. I already knew he had something troublesome in mind, he always did.

"Alright, alright, no one will be getting in trouble tonight, you here me?" The familiar, strong voice of my father's cut into our conversation. "Rosie, I expect your best behavior tonight, nothing less. And, you, Harry, I will tell your father if you decide to misbehave."

Both of us nodded, trying our best to hold in laughter that would explode from our mouths sooner or later. We both knew that whatever my father wanted us to do, was not happening, even if we got paid. Even though I absolutely loved my dad and did everything he told me, what he was asking me was too difficult to do.

"Sure thing, dad." I replied, putting on my sweetest smile. Hearing soft giggles coming from my right, my head immediately turned to find my younger sister, Scarlette, and my 'twin' brother, Mason, snickering softly. "Shut up you two." I hissed, earning a glare from my father.

"Rosalie.."

"Sorry, dad.."

"Uh - huh. Behave."

"Okay, okay, I'll try."

"Don't just try, do."

Ugh, this is going to be a long night.

- Harry Styles' POV -

"I'm so pumped!" Niall's familiar Irish accent entered my eardrums, making me grin brightly.

Patting his shoulder, I laughed, "Me too, Niall, me too."

Tonight would be one of the biggest nights of our lives. Tonight we would be performing for over a million people in the Olympics' Closing Ceremony. It'll be one of the best nights, ever.

"So, Harry, do you plan on hitting any of the female athletes tonight?" Louis teased, poking my side softly.

"Oh, Lou, you know me so well." I replied, winking at him playfully, "I don't know, if they're fit, then sure." I chuckled, fixing my curls.

"One Direction, please get to your places." A new voice entered the conversation, "You will be on in ten minutes." With that, the man left the room and went down the hallway, popping into different rooms.

"Lets do this guys!" Liam yelled, jumping up and hurrying us all out. Typical Liam.

"Good luck, lads!" Paul whistled, giving all of them a thumbs up.

Fixing the bottoms of my blazer, I smiled at the old guy and, suddenly, felt a small body hit the side of my body.

"Can't you watch where you -" The voice was soft and angelic, heaven to my ears. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"

My emerald orbs traveled down, seeing the beautiful face looking up at me. It was the one and only Princess Rosalie Windsor, the Queen of England's favorite granddaughter. "N-No, I'm sorry." I stuttered, brushing my hair out of my eyes. Who knew she was so pretty? I'd never seen someone with such beautiful eyes and gorgeous, flowing hair.

"Harry? We got to head over to our position or we'll miss our cue." Zayn said, looking from me to the Princess.

"I'm sorry, again, your Majesty." I mumbled, bowing in front of her, trying to avoid her gaze, which I failed miserably at.

Hearing her sweet giggle, I looked back up at her and a small smile came to my lips. "No need to call me 'your Majesty', it makes me sound old. I'm just Rosalie." She said, brushing her hair behind her ear, "You better go, don't want to miss your cue. Have a good show, boys!" She gave us all a grin, waving at us.

The four boys and myself quickly thanked her with big smiles, running off to the entrance to the arena, just in time to be called out to the stage. The sound of people cheering and the familiar beat of 'What Makes You Beautiful' entered my ears, but that didn't get my mind off of Rosalie. I wanted to see her again. No, I needed to see her again.