𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒮𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈

Harry styles Royal AU

AHHHH I'M SO NERVOUS. I can't believe I'm actually writing a book 😭😭 I decided to leave my comfort zone with this chapter and do something different to commence the start of my oneshot series. Pls give me feedback and leave a vote and a comment (this took a lot of time😤😤) enjoy🥺🥺(NOT PROOFREAD SO IT HAS ERRORS)

You weren't a stranger to Prince Harry being cruel you considered it to be one of his tiny flaws, after all no one is perfect. You still vividly remembered the time when you were both tiny tots and you had called him short jokingly to which he had yanked on your pigtails and didn't stop until you cried from the pain.

You had grown up with him, you knew everything about him. But as you heard more high pitched moans coming from his room you began to doubt that thought. Your mind rapidly tried to find reasons for him to do this.
Sure you too had always bantered and teased each other, but at the end of the day you cared for one another, well at least you cared for him. Your heart broke at the sound of the noisy bed creaking banging on your wall as grunts began to resonate too "did he have to do it right next door, I would have heard it from his room if they were gonna be so loud" you thought with a scowl as you held a pillow to your ears crouching in the corner farthest away from the wall that the banging was coming from eyes filling with tears.

You had confessed to the prince months ago. Something you regret terribly now, Harry avoided you for months after, your friendship? Ruined. Didn't so much as look at you when he passed you in the halls. You tried everything to get him to talk. Even asked his closest night Zayn and the others for advice but it never helped. You had already gotten the message that he wasn't interested in you romantically and that alone hurt so this all felt so unwarranted, had you meant that little to him? For him to fuck his...fling right next door to your room just felt like a slap in the face.

"He would rather sleep with a prostitute than date you," your conscious told you or better yet his actions did. Feeling bold as the tears started to fall down your face you left your room and knocked on the room where he and his lover of the night had been at it for at least 2 hours now. You had to knock a second time before they stopped and you heard shuffling before the door abruptly opened and a shirtless Harry with messy hair looked at you with the most disassociated gaze ever. The tears were coming down harder now. "I got the memo Harry," you said knowing he would understand what you meant. He cryptically stared at you as you stood there crying after at least a minute he said "Good," and simply collected his shirt and walked past you going to his room. You stood there and fell to the ground as you continued crying and his fling of the night was still naked on the bed, blanket clasped to her chest watching with a sad but confused gaze as you cried and cried.