SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER- I WILL BE by AVRIL LAVIGNE (I can't believe the irony of this song to Caroline's character development. Like I swear, this was totally unplanned.)
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H A R R Y
As fucked up as it sounds, its true. Nothing compares to the feeling of waking up beside Caroline; her skillful fingers raking up and down my back, her hair in an adorable mess, her melodic voice scolding me terribly. She fills up the empty space in my heart.
I'm just afraid what she'll do when she finds out why I got a job at the Courageous Kingdom in the first place along with my past horrible intentions. I've finally created something that feels right...
I don't want to ruin it.
"Are you hungry, babe?" I ask Caroline, rummaging through the cabinets. All I find is bread, some Nesquik and a few overripe bananas.
"Starving." Caroline corrects me, overdramatizing the whole situation. I've given her another one of my boxers and my favourite tank top. It's cute how the tank practically falls off of her petite body.
Walking over to the mini fridge, I yank it open. Scanning my eyes over the items inside, I scrunch my nose up- whip cream, apple juice, beer cans, cheese and...potato chips?
"Okay, I'm gonna go buy breakfast for us." I tell Caroline, who sits cross-legged on the edge of the bed.
"Can I come?" She asks me, pouting a little.
I shake my head. "Stay here. If anyone comes by, don't answer the door, understood?" I say firmly, throwing on my coat and sunglasses.
"Fine, Mr.Daddy." She says crossing her arms across her chest. Jeez, she's so innocent she doesn't even know what she's doing to me.
"Say that one more time, and I will pin you down." I playfully warn her, pressing my lips to her forehead. She smells like my Old Spice shampoo.
"Fine, fine, besides...I don't want a horny Harry on my back." She smirks, putting her hands up in defence. So she does know...
"Being seductive are we, Miss Weston?" I ask darkly, turning to head out the door.
"No, Mr. Styles. It is only you who cannot control your desires." She replies formally, and picks up a magazine from my nightstand.
How can someone be so sexy and innocent all at once?
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C A R O L I N E
Harry has gone to get breakfast, and I'm terribly bored without him. I'm just wondering what everyone at home is doing, what's happening there? I still can't get over the fact that I'm not a runaway bride. I'm technically a kidnapped bride by the person I really love, so is that even considered being kidnapped?
I find the remote to the telly lying on the couch so I turn it on, surfing through the different channels. I find the news channel and the breaking news grabs my attention. There is a woman standing right outside the gates of the castle.
"This is Leena Barker, reporting live from the Courageous Kingdom. Initially, today was suppose to be the day of the Royal Wedding, but it seems to appear that Princess Caroline has gone missing. This is completely unexplained, officials are saying they're trying their hardest to find out the cause behind her disappearance. She was last seen by her fiancée Prince Liam of Stockholm last night inside the castle, so he says. Investigations are ongoing, if anyone has any information or sightings, they're asked to call the police immediately. This is Leena Barker signing off from BBC UK. Back to you at the newsroom, Phil."
I quickly turn off the telly, eyes wide in shock and panic. My breathing is heavy and rigid as I pace the room back and forth. There are people searching for me...what will happen if they find out Harry has me? Suddenly, there's a loud knock at the door and my heart pounds hard against my ribcage. Do they know where I am?
I stay silent, trying to hold back my heavy breathing. The door is knocked on again. "Open the door, Kate, it's me, Harry." I hear Harry's familiar voice half hiss and half yell. It's smart how he calls me Kate so that no one would know he has me. Just to make sure, I check through the peephole before unlocking the door.
"I forgot my keys, sorry to scare you." Harry says, looking behind his shoulder and shoving me inside the room again. He has a big brown paper bag in his hands.
"Hell yeah, it's all over the news that I'm missing. The police are conducting a freaking investigation for me." I whisper lowly, Harry locking the door behind him.
His face pales. "I know, I heard at the bakery. They all know about your disappearance." He pulls me down onto the couch, kicking off his shoes before plopping himself down also.
"Here, I got you coffee and oatmeal. Just the way you like it, double double." I nod as he hands me the food. It's true, I take my coffee as double double but oatmeal is my worst nightmare...right after Liam, that is. Hunger claws at my stomach and so I spoon a bit of the lumpiness into my mouth, chewing it slowly. Watching me, Harry then pulls out his own coffee and a glazed, warm cinnamon bun.
"Hey, you know I like cinnamon buns way better!" I say, eying his untouched pastry. Harry laughs as he gives it to me, taking the oatmeal from my hands.
"I know, love, just decided to play around with you." He says, eating the oatmeal unwillingly. Now I kind of feel bad, seeing he isn't really a big fan of oatmeal either.
"Want to share my cinnamon bun?" I ask him, ready to tear it in half. He quickly shakes his head smiling.
"Maybe the last few bites, yes." He says and I furrow my eyebrows at his statement. His weirdness is cute in a way. I nod, taking a big bite into the sweet, cinnamon goodness.
Harry seems to be thinking as he eats the disgusting oatmeal.
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H A R R Y
I just need to find a way to keep Caroline out of the public's eyes, as well her parents, King Ivan, the police and Desmond's of course. I hate to restrict her, but it's necessary if we want to stay hidden.
"What're you thinking, Harry?" Caroline asks me curiously and takes a bite from the delicious looking cinnamon bun. It's the totally opposite from this crappy oatmeal, I know I should have gotten the banana nut bread.
"I'm thinking about how beautiful you look in my clothes." I smile sheepishly, taking a sip from my take out coffee cup. To prove it, I lean in and kiss her on the lips; I can taste the sweet glaze on them.
She blushes crazily at my words again, just like last night. "We both know that's not what you were really thinking about. Just tell me the truth."
I sigh deeply. "Fine, I think we need to set rules."
"What kind of rules?" She cocks her head in a cute manner.
"Rules to keep you out of trouble and so that no one would know about us."
Caroline sighs as she chews on her bite.
"So. Number one. Don't do anything stupid, don't do anything at all unless I tell you to." I say, sipping my coffee with a serious tone.
"Keep going." She huffs, looking away from me. I manage to maintain my seriousness.
"Number two. Don't talk to anyone." I say and Caroline smirks.
"Not even you?"
"You know what I mean."
"Fine." She rolls her eyes.
"Hey, no eye rolling allowed." I tease.
"Harry!" Caroline whines, obviously pissed at my set rules.
"Kidding, kidding." My soft chuckle echoes through the room. "Number three. You may not leave this room."
"What the hell, Harry? So I'm held hostage in this room for the rest of my life?" She screams angrily and I press a finger to her lips as her eyes widen in surprise. The walls are thin.
"No, until we find a new place where no one would recognize us. For now, I'll just go out by myself, that way no one will suspect me of taking you." I say, thinking my thoughts through.
Caroline is about to finish off her last bite but I quickly steal it from her gooey fingers and put it in my mouth. She pouts as I smirk, licking the glaze off her fingers.
"Ew, that's gross Harold." She scolds me as I hold her fingers in place, her trying to take them out of my mouth.
"But the glaze tastes better, on your fingers." I sing to the tune of Caroline's favourite Ed Sheeran song, Firefly. She giggles.
"Okay, okay, now get back to the rules so that we don't have to be so serious anymore." She says, trying to wipe her wet fingers on a paper napkin.
"Hey, don't you dare wipe off my spit like I have some disease." I tease, taking the napkin from her. She frowns, fidgeting with sticky fingers.
"Okay, I don't know what you're going to say about this and it's not a rule but..."
"But?" She slyly smiles as she steals the napkin from me to wipe her fingers. This time I let her, too distracted with my thoughts.
"How would you like to change your look?" I ask Caroline and her eyes brighten with excitement.
"What do you mean, like wearing a disguise?" She asks me, clapping her hands in delight. I smile.
"Well, kind of, but just your hair and some gothic material...so even if people see you, they won't recognize you."
"Can I get tattoos and piercings?!?!" She asks hopefully and I frown.
"Absolutely not!" I say sternly as her smile fades into a stubborn pout.
"Well you have them! Why can't I?" She questions me, standing up to throw away her garbage.
I stand up also and catch her by the waist. "Listen, I just don't want you to do it because I'm doing it. I don't want you think you have to live up to my bad reputation. I love you for you and no one can change that." I say and she smiles.
"But what if I really want to? What if this isn't about me wanting to live up to you?"
A defeated sigh leaves my lips. "If you really want to, then we'll see." I say softly as Caroline hops excitedly.
"I love you!" She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me, causing me to look down at her.
"I love you more." I say, poking her nose lightly.
"When are we going to get the makeover done?" She asks me question after question.
"Today. My mate does this type of stuff, he'll help I'm sure." I say knowingly. Tucker is a professional stylist and also one of my mates from year eleven. It was no surprise when he came out as bi.
"You sure we won't get caught?" Caroline asks, still holding onto me. I hoist her up while she stands on my shoes, and kiss her forehead.
"We won't." I promise.
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A/N: Ello peeps. Cute chapter or nah? I've got exciting news!! So basically, Caroline and Harry (or if it sounds better if I say Carry) have inspired me to write a new song called Where I Belong. I'm currently working on it, touching stuff up, the lyrics will be up throughout the next few chapters. If I get positive reactions, maybe- just maybe, I might turn it into a lyric video, me singing it. I honestly don't know....
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