Am I Really?
Chapter One
Harry's Point Of View:
I looked out the castle window from the main hall. The clouds were dark, and rain was just beginning to drizzle.
I sighed, wanting to cry.
My mum always loved rainy days. Everytime it rains, I think of her. I think of her smile that would bright up anything dark. I thought of her choclate browb, wavy hair. I thought of her calming grey eyes. And, finally, I thought of her kindness, and how she didn't deserve to die.
I snapped out of my trance, rushing to where the king was located. He had ordered for me to see him.
I'll be honest, the king terrifies me. He's a big man with no heart. He kills innocent people!
Like my mum.
I made my way down the hallway and to the dimmed room where the kung sat.
"Harold!" His voice boomed.
I was about to correct him to call me Harry, but I knew better than that.
"Yes, sir?" I replied, being as respectful as possible.
"My son, or rather Prince Tomlinson, is having trouble with finding clothes in his wardrobe. I want you to go up and help him. The maids are all busy preparing our feast!"
I gulped.
"Yes, sir. I'll be on it, now"
I turned the different direction to Louis' sleeping quarters.
Once outside the door, I heard a frustrated voice saying, "Idiotic clothes! Who needs them, anyways?!"
I let out a small giggle. I could defiantly agree.
I knocked on the door softly, frightened.
"Enter" His voice broke through. I pushed it open, and my eyes fell upon some dazziling blue ones.
His frustrated expression turned into a confused one,
"You are not Catherine!" I lookrd down, not sure what to say, "Umm, yes, I'm not. Your father sent me up here since all the maids are preparing the feast.Um, I'm Harry."
Louis nodded.
"So, having trouble finding clothes?" I asked after a few moments of akward silence.
Louis nodded. Why wasn't he speaking?!
"I have an idea, please excuse me, Prince Louis" Louis nodded, once again, "You are excused"
I walked down the hallway, and down the stairs to the bottom floor, and made my way into the washroom.
Afew of his clothes were already dry and clean.
I wandered why no one brang them up to him.
I shrugged it off, and took tye clothes, making my way back to Louis' room.
I handed him the clothes.
He smiled and told me to 'get along', I felt a bit hurt by his words, and wasn't sure why.
So, I just smiled and nodded, Goung back downstairs where the workers slept.I went inside the little room my sister, Gemma, and I slept.
I layed down, not scared about being woken up. I knew zi wasn't welcomed to the feast.
I lay my head down on the semi-soft pillow, and closed my eyes.
Sleep quickly overtaking me.
I looked out the castle window from the main hall. The clouds were dark, and rain was just beginning to drizzle.
I sighed, wanting to cry.
My mum always loved rainy days. Everytime it rains, I think of her. I think of her smile that would bright up anything dark. I thought of her choclate browb, wavy hair. I thought of her calming grey eyes. And, finally, I thought of her kindness, and how she didn't deserve to die.
I snapped out of my trance, rushing to where the king was located. He had ordered for me to see him.
I'll be honest, the king terrifies me. He's a big man with no heart. He kills innocent people!
Like my mum.
I made my way down the hallway and to the dimmed room where the kung sat.
"Harold!" His voice boomed.
I was about to correct him to call me Harry, but I knew better than that.
"Yes, sir?" I replied, being as respectful as possible.
"My son, or rather Prince Tomlinson, is having trouble with finding clothes in his wardrobe. I want you to go up and help him. The maids are all busy preparing our feast!"
I gulped.
"Yes, sir. I'll be on it, now"
I turned the different direction to Louis' sleeping quarters.
Once outside the door, I heard a frustrated voice saying, "Idiotic clothes! Who needs them, anyways?!"
I let out a small giggle. I could defiantly agree.
I knocked on the door softly, frightened.
"Enter" His voice broke through. I pushed it open, and my eyes fell upon some dazziling blue ones.
His frustrated expression turned into a confused one,
"You are not Catherine!" I lookrd down, not sure what to say, "Umm, yes, I'm not. Your father sent me up here since all the maids are preparing the feast.Um, I'm Harry."
Louis nodded.
"So, having trouble finding clothes?" I asked after a few moments of akward silence.
Louis nodded. Why wasn't he speaking?!
"I have an idea, please excuse me, Prince Louis" Louis nodded, once again, "You are excused"
I walked down the hallway, and down the stairs to the bottom floor, and made my way into the washroom.
Afew of his clothes were already dry and clean.
I wandered why no one brang them up to him.
I shrugged it off, and took tye clothes, making my way back to Louis' room.
I handed him the clothes.
He smiled and told me to 'get along', I felt a bit hurt by his words, and wasn't sure why.
So, I just smiled and nodded, Goung back downstairs where the workers slept.I went inside the little room my sister, Gemma, and I slept.
I layed down, not scared about being woken up. I knew zi wasn't welcomed to the feast.
I lay my head down on the semi-soft pillow, and closed my eyes.
Sleep quickly overtaking me.
happy (late I think) birthday! oh and, Sequel :3
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