Royal love -Harry Styles

Royal love -Harry Styles

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Juliette wasn't your usual fairytale princess, even if she loved the luxurious dresses, lifestyle and attention that came with it she wasn't someone to always follow the rules. And if you happen to be the second born in a royal family you tend to have many, many rules. After a few to many mishaps Juliettes family thought they had no choice but to send her to an internat for rich and royal families all over the world. Usually it was an unbreakable tradition that the royal family would attend the three years at the school but she had managed to persuade her parents to let her go to a normal private school. But now just a month before her first year would start she had already screwed up bad enough for her parents to send her to Bernadotte's boarding school.
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"You'll never get this done, you know?" The satisfaction was evident in his voice. "You could leave me alone so I can actually get this finished. Or pick up a brush." I gestured to the abundance of supplies I had purchased. "Mmm, no thanks. Don't really have my painting clothes on." My smirk reappeared and I turned fully to face him. "That's a real shame," I cocked my head to the side and fake pouted before pointing in his direction, "the door frame is wet." His body shot off the door frame he had been leaning against and he looked over his shoulder to see the line of white paint trailing down his presumably expensive coat. "Have a great rest of your day, Mr Styles." I flicked my hands in a 'go away' gesture before sliding the door closed behind him. **** TW: This story contains mentions/descriptions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse, coarse language and mature content. HIGHEST RANKINGS: No.3 #HarryStyles No.1 #HarryStylesFanfic No.6 #Friendships No.1 #HarryEdwardStyles No.1 #Soft No.1 #hs No.1 #1D No.1 #alternateuniverse No.1 #slowburn

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