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The Princess and the Punk

Chapter 3

Amelie's POV
Harry's picking me up in a couple hours to go to his fathers party. I don't want to go, but I have no say so. I didn't even get to choose my outfit Harry had them sent over this morning. In the box was a little black dress, black high heels, a gold necklace, and some black flowered earnings.(pic above) Don't get me wrong the dress was gorgeous, it wasn't me though. I curled my hair and allied nude lipstick and a light smokey eye.
I headed downstairs to the kitchen to talk with Drea,my nanny, and Teresa, the cook. They were both sitting around the island breaking and stringing green beans. I quietly sat down and began breaking with them. If my mother new I was doing the work of a commoner she would freak. Not that I cared. "You look beautiful sweetheart." Drea said. "Thank you," I said smiling. "Would you like a snack before you go to the party honey?" Teresa asked. "No thank you, there will be plenty of snacks there," I said even though I knew she made brownies. On my god I love brownies!!!!
After we finished the beans Teresa started on the vanilla lavender cake my mother had requested. I was about to help mix the batter when Harry arrived. "Hi babe you look ravishing in that dress," he said while handing me a bouquet of white roses. I hate white roses but he always brings them. They remind me of death. The slow painful death I will experience as his wife. "Thank you so much Harry! Your such a gentleman." I said ever so politely even though I wanted to whack him with the thorny stems. "Oh hello Harry, would you like a brownie or some cookies?" Teresa asked. "No thank you Teresa, I'm saving room for dinner at the party." He said. I could tell he was getting annoyed as Drea and Teresa continued to make small talk and complement him. His eyes kept getting bigger with every word. "Are you ready love?" He asked staring deep into my eyes. "Let me grab my bag and I'll be. Drea could you put these in water please?" I said quickly while grabbing my bag. They both wished us a good time and told us to be safe.
As soon as we stepped outside it was like a bomb went off. "Why in the hell did they think they had the right to make small talk with me? All they are is some peasants!"
He yelled while grabbing my wrist. "Harry I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was such a problem!" I cried out as his grip became stronger. "You better be... Hurry your ass up too, you're so slow!" He yelled. God I hate him.
Once we reached the party Harry took it upon himself to make sure I would behave. "If you don't behave yourself in front of my friends you're gonna get it." He whispered in my ear. I nodded my head, hoping he wouldn't take it any further. As we walked into the party Harry put his hand around my waist. He smirked as I flinched when he touched me. Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Louis along with there girlfriends goined us at the table. The boys are so nice I don't know why there friends with Harry.
After a while Harry wanted to go dance. I however can not dance. "Get your ass up and pretend like you're having the time of your life." He whispered in my ear. "Do it!" He whisper yelled. I slowly got up to dance with him. Thankfully there was a fast song so I didn't have to get super close. After dancing for awhile I began to tire. "Harry can we please take a break?" I pleaded. I didn't want to dance anymore. "Yeah," he said. Thank you Jesus. He went to the bar and came back with some shots. He downed all seven of them. He'd already had 2 glasses of champagne and some shots earlier. He's a mean person but a disgusting drunk. "Cmon baby let's go back and dance." He slurred . "No baby you're to drunk." I said. He got that mean look in his eyes. He drug me to the bathroom." I told you I wanted to dance! Didn't I?" He yelled. He slapped my cheek and pushed me into the wall. "Find yourself a ride home," he yelled while leaving. I ran out the side exit and sat on the curb crying. I wasn't alone though....