SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER- FEELS LIKE THE END by MIKKI EKKO
TIDAL WAVE by SNOWMINE
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H A R R Y
Words cannot explicate the hate I have for Prince Liam of Stockholm; Mr. Royal Payne in the ass, or recently named stuck up rich bastard.
Maybe it's the way he dresses? Like a prince who walked straight out of a Disney movie.
His title? I don't think...
His money? Eh, I don't fucking care about it.
His attitude? It sure does piss me off, but not quite the reason for why I hate him.
...My jealously? I honestly don't know. There's something about him that I can't stand, which remains unknown to me. He doesn't have a damn clue how innocent he looks when he looks at Caroline a certain way. The way he looks at Caroline- it makes me feel like I'm not good enough for her.
All I know for sure is that I hate Liam more than anything in the world. Caroline deserves a better man, and for that, her mother and father are being completely unreasonable. I know King Al can be a dickhead at times- and trust me- I've seen it all. I don't want Caroline to get married to Liam if she doesn't want to.
I'm just thinking...Mrs. Caroline Ann Payne or Mrs. Caroline Ann Styles? The second one sounds better. Wait a second, what the hell am I thinking?
I shake the thought out of my head.
After she and little rich kid mentioned that they needed a private talk, I expect that they would walk out completely all over each other. But Caroline is headstrong as hell. She'd never let a few sappy words change her mind.
"Can you help me carry the dishes to the dining hall, mate?" Niall asks, topping each bowl of cream of asparagus soup with a fresh leaf of basil. I've never been good in the kitchen. The last time I tried to make tomato soup for Mother Queen when she was sick, I ended up putting ketchup in it. Same thing, right?
I nod, picking up three bowls all at once while Niall handles the other four. Together, we head out to the dining hall right around the corner.
I see Caroline and Liam seated far away from each other at the long table. I smirk lightly. Good. King Al is talking to Liam about some new compartment in the Stockholm kingdom while Caroline sits quietly, watching as I distribute the appetizer to everyone alongside Niall. When I get to Liam, I purposely swig the bowl. The thick spring green soup splatters onto Liam's white coat.
"Shit." He grumbles and shoots up from his seat, wiping at the stain with a napkin. It only spreads more. Caroline and the Queen bring their hands up to their mouths in shock. The King gasps.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, your highness." I apologize, keeping the sarcasm hidden in my voice. "Do you want me to get you a clean blazer?"
"You've done enough." Liam mutters under his breath, dipping the napkin in water and wipes at the stain again. I can feel a mischievous smile on my face. Yes I have. I was close to making out with your future wife, and after that, I was planning on fucking her senselessly. Now, I'm going to make sure you two never get married.
"Harry, you must be more careful!" King Al scolds and I nod, looking ashamed. Inside, I feel like gold. I lower my head and walk back to the kitchen with Niall. Once we are out of sight of the royal family, Niall roars with laughter.
"Nice one, Haz!" He high fives me. We continue to bring out the mouthwatering plates of food, course after course. I don't really get the concept of courses though- A hamburger and chips from a diner is good enough to me.
But Niall on the other hand, he's been picky about his food ever since we were little. He wanted everything tip-top and made to perfection. Which is exactly the same type of food he makes at the castle now.
"Niall, I made you a sandwich, honey." Mother Queen told an eight year old Niall as he was playing xbox. She held out the plate to him.
Niall raised his eyebrow peering into the plate.
"Is the bread toasted?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Swiss cheese melted?"
"Yes."
"Tomato sliced thin?"
"Yes."
"Mint sauce in between two slices of ham?"
"Ugh..yes." Now Mother Queen was growing impatient.
"Finely minced red onion?"
"NIALL JAMES HORAN." Mother Queen said sternly and Niall took the plate.
"Thanks." He muttered and took a large bite, smiling crookedly. Mother Queen giggled.
Looks like the reason behind getting his dream job today. The cook at the Courageous kingdom. And I'm just here part time until I make my move.
But now, I'm questioning it.
Do I even want to make the move?
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C A R O L I N E
Today was a long day. I'm still worried about the two days mother gave me, and thinking about how one day has already almost passed, makes me nervous. But who do I truly love?
I don't know.
I have to marry Liam if I don't find someone quick, and I can't just choose someone who I don't really love; marriage and love is a lifelong commitment. People think I'm really old school because of this, but it's true that the world is changing and that the real meaning of love and marriage has been tossed away like a child's rejected toy. Who will I truly, madly, deeply fall in love with?
Maybe I should think about this in the morning tomorrow when my mind is cleared, I think to myself and nod. With that, I tie my hair up, throw on pyjama bottoms along with a baggy shirt, and get ready for bed.
Liam is in the guest room next door, which is a total bummer knowing that he'll be staying here for the next three days before he heads back to London to make our so-called 'wedding preparations'.
I climb into bed, making the mattress dip. Flinging myself into the bedsheets, I bury my face in the pillow and do the only thing I can do. I start to cry mutely.
In this case, I'm that helpless puppy who can't find her voice to call for help. And it's not like there's someone who would help. Mother, father and Liam- they all want me to get married. Even if I do have Zayn, Niall, Louis and Harry, I still feel alone.
My pillow absorbs all the tears that escape from my eyes. My soft sobs are muffled due to how my face is buried in the pillow. I tell myself to stop crying. To be an optimist and hope for the best to happen. But I just can't.
Maybe I can run away.
No.
If I run away, I know that they will be coming to find me again. And if they do, they'll make me marry Liam and then lock me up in my room in stupid Stockholm. Even though I didn't care to listen, Liam told me how nice our bedroom in Stockholm is. How he renovated it just for me and decorated it with paintings of all my favourite things.
Running away is not an option.
Maybe I can just take my life. So that nobody will have to see my miserable face ever again. Being dead is better than living a life that you don't want to live. At least, I'll be with my grandmother again.
She was probably the only person who ever really loved me.
I scramble out of my bed, tip toeing to the bathroom. In the medicine cabinet on the highest self, I find a bottle labeled 'remeron-mirtazapine'. I recognize it as the antidepressants my grandmother used to take when my grandfather died.
I take it back to bed, popping the lid open. I spill out all the pills in the palm of my hand, looking down at the them with tears streaming down my face. I can't believe I'm really going this far. All that echoes in my ear is "die ".
I think of all the good times I thought had passed me.
I think of Zayn and how upset he would be when he finds out I killed myself. I think of Niall and how he thought of me like a little sister, even after his own passed away when he was young. I think of Louis, his crappy jokes, and how he'd always say that I could put a smile on his face any day.
Finally, I think of Harry. I only met him about two weeks ago but it feels like I've known him for ages. I close my eyes, thinking about how it felt to have his eyes melting into mine, fingers grazing my lips.
I struggle in opposition if I should leave a letter to my parents or not. Finally, I decide that I shall not. They never loved me anyway. They should feel the guilt of making me feel crappy about myself until the day they pass.
I guess this really is the end.
Taking in a deep breath, I raise the pills to my mouth, opening it and wanting to welcome them inside. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I will not breathe misery anymore, I will be free...
"No!" Suddenly, the pills are knocked away from my mouth. They fall to the ground like tiny beads. Not even wanting to see the face of the person that tried to save me, I fall to my knees. I burst out in tears, burying my face in my hands. I feel the warmth of someone hovering over me. They lower, and wrap their warm, strong hands around me. I hear their cries in my hair as well.
"Why did you do that? I was so scared I was going to lose you." A familiar raspy voice says and I look up. It's Harry. He holds onto my tight, as we're both on the ground on our knees.
"H-How did you get here?" I choke out.
He ignores my question. "You're a selfish bitch, you know that? You didn't think about your friends before doing this. You didn't think of all the people you cared dearly about you." His words are like poison. They burn a hole in my heart, and I feel guilty about my stupid decision.
Yet, he still embraces me tight. Refusing to let go of me. I see that he cares.
"Harry.." I whimper. "I-"
"Don't Caroline." He whispers sharply in my hair. His tears dampen my neck."Just don't."
"Why didn't you just let me die, Harry? What's the point of trying to save a selfish bitch like me?" The words sound funny on my tongue.
Harry grabs my head and kisses my sweaty forehead. Even if his lips are dry and cracked, they still spread the love I need.
"I'm sorry I called you a selfish bitch. I was just so scared I-I was close to losing you. You're the only person that makes me feel loved, I don't have a mother. I can't imagine you gone too." He starts going into hysteria again and holds me even closer.
"It's true though, Harry." I whisper. That's exactly why I'm a selfish bitch. I only thought of getting rid of my pain." A weird wail claws at my trembling throat when I think about my blue lips parted in the morning. I put my hand to my mouth, trying to hold it in.
"It feels like the end, Harry. It really does." I sob and place my head on Harry's pounding heart. He kisses my forehead again.
"I have you, and you have me. I'll always make you feel loved. I will never stop." He promises, his bloodshot green eyes melting into mine.