Royalty

Fifty Two

a/n: ^^ not the greatest summary manip lol

There was a knocking on my door that echoed through my bedroom. Whoever it was would knock twice, pause a moment, and knock even louder. They knew I was in my room, but I had no motivation to get up out of bed.

The past twenty-four hours had put me into a slump of a mood, and I didn't feel like doing anything besides lying in my bed. I was stressed out more than I had ever been in my life.

At this point, what was I supposed to do? It seemed as if there was nothing I could do to get Summer's parents to like me, and even if there was, how on earth was I supposed to know what it was? Is someone going to tell me what to do? Am I going to someone have a lightbulb go off in my head that gives me an idea?

As much as it drove me crazy that Summer's parents didn't like me, I think I was driving myself even more insane continuously thinking about it. But what else could I do?

The knocking on my door continued until it just suddenly flew open. I pushed the covers off my head and saw Isabella standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Usually, when someone doesn't answer the door to your knocking, they don't want you to come in."

She rolled her eyes and took a few steps towards the bed, "Yeah, well when you lock yourself in your room the previous night and haven't come out at all today, which by the way it's well into the afternoon already, it comes to the point where I need to at least check to see if you're alive."

"Well I'm alive, so you can go."

"Aw," she cooed in a mocking baby voice. "Little baby Harry is in his pissy mood again. Better go get his baba."

"Fuck off."

"Whatever."

She turned around to walk out of my room, but suddenly I felt myself sitting up straight, not wanting her to leave, "Wait! Don't go."

"Why?" Isabella looked at me skeptically.

"I don't know. It's lonely."

"Okay, Harry. I don't know if you've forgotten, but I've got a boyfriend now," she laughed, crossing her arms over her chest again.

I grabbed one of my pillows and chucked it at her, "I didn't mean it that way! I just feel like talking to someone."

"I know, I know," Izzy laughed as she picked up the pillow and walked over to me. She sat down on the bed and laid beside me. "I was just messing with you."

She grabbed my phone, turning on this bluetooth speaker I had and started playing some music. She laid there bopping her head along to the songs and humming the words.

"So what would you like to talk about?" She asked, turning her head to look at me.

"I don't know."

"Okay," she exaggerated the 'o' sound before continuing on. "What's going on with you and Summer? She hasn't been around here lately."

I shrugged my shoulders and sighed, "I don't even know. I went to talk to her parents and they didn't want to talk with me. I'm pretty sure they told me to just stay away."

"Have you told Summer?"

"No, but she knows that her parents aren't very fond of me anyways."

"Does she know how you feel about it?"

"Only that I'm upset."

"That's it?"

"Yeah."