There's Someone Always Watching

Tessa's POV

"I am so sorry again, Harry. I didn't -" Harry puts his hand on my shoulder, and nods.

"It's fine, Tess. I'm the one who should be sorry," he smiles apologetically. So he's sorry that he kissed me, or that Niall beat him up? Does he regret kissing me? "Tess, you know that's not what I meant."

"Get out of my head, Harry," I smile. "Get up, you goof." Harry was lying on my bed. I kind of had a problem with that. I mean... I kinda sleep on that. Just saying.

He got up, giving me a goofy smile. I looked him over one more time

"You sure you don't want to go to the Infirmary, Haz?" He nodded. Apparently I now know why Harry never had a scratch or scar on him before I found out about all this stuff.

"So... Why was Niall coming in here anyway? I thought you guys were like..." He asked uncomfortably.

"I don't know. He is with whatever her name is now, so I don't know why he wasn't with -"

"Harry get out," Niall said as he barged into my room. Harry looked at me expectantly.

"No," I said firmly. "Harry has a right to be in here. We were talking, you and I were not." I stand up, my hand folded nearly in front of my dress.

"Well, I must speak to you -"

"No you do not, Niall." I straightened my posture. "Fix whatever is going on in Atesslavoy. That is your job, is it not?" I smirked at him.

"I have more -"

"You have more what, Niall?" I stifled an angry laugh. "Rights? You are not king, not are you prince, may I remind you. I can order you out, did you not know?" Harry looked a little hesitant, but slipped out of the room at some point.

Sneaky devil.

"Princess, you do not know who you are speaking to -"

"Am I not speaking to some 'family friend' of my fathers? One with no power over me? Or an I mistaken?" Niall started to turn red, and I smirked again, knowing I was getting to him.

"Oh and Niall, maybe you should bring back Harry, because I know he has more right -"

"I am prince! You cannot speak so ill of me!"

Notes

Wooaaah. What just happened??