SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER- RIGHT NOW by ONE DIRECTION (In dedication to Michelle)
I know some of you wanted a POV Spinoff of what's happening at the castle and I've decided to do one- a rather short one. Happy reading mes amies!:)
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THE MORNING OF THE WEDDING...
L I A M
Today's the day.
Today's the day all my dreams will finally come true. The day I will be waiting at the alter for Caroline Ann. I can't believe how fast time flies by- it seems like it was yesterday when we were getting our old 'Mr and Mrs Snuggles' to kiss, but now...we are really, actually getting married.
To admit it, I'm kind of nervous. The goosebumps on my skin don't seem to settle down even though I tell myself not to be afraid. You're protecting her from danger.
When King Al and Queen Patricia first asked me to marry Caroline and take her to Stockholm, I was shocked. To them, we were just childhood best friends, nothing more. Although I did have the slightest feelings for Caroline...
But then they told me the real reason of why they wanted their daughter married to me. At the moment, let's just say the kingdom isn't a safe place for Caroline Ann. And anywhere else, for the most part. The Mighties are coming after her for a mistake her ancestors made. But no one cares to spare feelings and give second chances.
The world is a bloody battleground.
I stand in front of the body length mirror, putting on my black tuxedo. My hair is gelled and slick back and I comb out the loose strands, pushing them in place. I want to look beyond presentable today.
"Are you excited, Liam?" My little cousin, Pete, asks me. He's also the ring bearer. He stands behind me in his little baby pink dress shirt and tie. I have to say, Caroline has good taste in theme colours.
"More than ever." I lie, kissing the top of his head. My bride doesn't even want to marry me, so what's the point? At first, I was really into the idea of marrying Caroline, but after I found out that she hates me to her guts, I started to settle down on it. And don't think it doesn't hurt...because it does. I can't do anything about it, I can't tell her the truth about her parents because they made me swear not to tell.
But on the other hand, I can't leave her in danger at the castle. I'll just have to make myself believe that I'm finally doing something good for someone.
The door to the dressing room swings open and Queen Patricia walks in, her face pale. I gently urge Pete to leave the room, and so he does.
"Liam, bad news. " She says pacing back and forth. There is a phone in her hands, punching down three known numbers.
She presses the phone to her ear whilst looking at me with wide eyes. "Caroline is missing."
When she says this, my lips can't stop from curling into the tiniest smile. My heart literally feels like it's been unlocked from its cage of guilt and hurt.
Wherever Caroline is, I hope she's in good hands.
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C A R O L I N E
Harry has provided me with the starter of the simplest clothes to leave the room in a decent manner- dark, straight cut denim jeans and one of his smaller sized shirts. I look hideous, but Harry told me not for long. He also gave me a pair of sunglasses and his signature fedora to wear, which I planned on borrowing a few months ago.
After successfully sneaking out of the building, no one recognizing my identity, Harry takes me to a small shop which resides beside a few tattoo and body piercing shops. Looking up at the tiny, grey unit, my eyes graze upon the vandalized walls covered with profanities. The place is unmarked, a 'For Rent' sign hanging from the newsprint covers glass windows. The very eeriness of it sends shivers down my spine.
"Is this even a good idea?" I hesitate as I ask Harry. He grabs my hand, lacing his fingers with mine.
"Positive." He smiles as one hand reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.
"The perks of owning an iPhone." Harry chuckles softly whilst dialling a number and presses the phone to his ear, looking around.
"Are we still not over that?" I furrow my eyebrows, self consciously pushing the sunglasses up further.
This time he doesn't answer my question. "Tucker, open the door for us." He cups his hand over the phone and half his mouth.
His dark expression turns into a frown. "What the hell do you mean when you say you're sick today? We're already at the front door step." He sighs. "Okay, okay, today's an exception."
He ends the call when I hear the clicking of the door unlocking and creaking open. A short blonde woman with braids arrives at the door, waving for us to come in. Harry doesn't even look before urging me to go inside.
"I'll be back soon. I've got to buy something first." He tells me before leaving with his car.
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"Tucker left me to help you for today. Being his assistant, I know he can be this way sometimes." The woman laughs. By now, I've found out that her name is Lucy. She's set me down on the couch with a cup of tea, sitting beside me.
"Is this place unlicensed or something?" I ask her hesitantly. "Sorry to ask, I just wanted to know..."
She laughs again, completing my sentence. "Why it looks like it's haunted? I know. It's just the previous owner left this as a boutique but our business isn't, plus, he's coming back next August. If the police find out we haven't licensed it for ourselves, we'll have to pay a fine." Lucy says, sipping from her cup of tea.
She seems to have a very interesting sense of fashion; gold tights, floral print crop top and white
stilettos. On the coffee table in front of us, there are stacks of fashion magazines and guides.
"So what type of look are you going for? Something classy, sexy, work style..." She asks, starting to list some of the possible options. I shake my head, placing my empty cup on the table.
"Um, not a certain style in particular. Something that would keep people from recognizing me."
"Ahhh yes, Tucker told me something about a disguise, right?" Lucy asks.
I nod my head.
"Then I have the perfect thing in mind for you." She says, getting up from the couch. "Come with me."
I follow her into a small, dark room. She flicks the lights on and soon I could see the makeup table, a stand filled with bottles of dyes, and some clothed mannequins. "Sit." She says, motioning to the barbershop chair in front of the mirror. Once I'm on it, Lucy turns the chair so that I can't see.
"I'll transform you into a totally new person." She promises, covering my upper body with the black sheet. Lucy turns on the radio so that I can listen to some music. I can hear her snipping away at my hair, styling it in ways I can't see.
But the only thing on my mind is that Harry isn't back yet.
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H A R R Y
Okay, let's just say buying lingerie isn't easy. There's so many factors you have to consider, one such as the message you're sending the other person.
If I get lace or something sexy like that, Caroline might get the impression that I want to have sex with her. Which is something I don't want to push, only when she's ready for it. But if I get something nude or maiden-form, she might be disgusted with my simple choice. I honestly don't fucking know!
And it's not like I've seen her bras or panties before, so I don't know what type of stuff she likes and dislikes. This is hard. And to make it even more difficult, the fact that I'm being watched (more like stalked) by several girls. Some even tried to bump into me, to expose their sexy lingerie choices and shit, but I showed absolutely no interest at all.
I can't wait to just buy this shit and leave. Caroline's waiting for me. I'm sure of it.
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C A R O L I N E
"Here, now you can look." Lucy exclaims after about forty five minutes. She spins the chair around so that it faces the mirror.
My breath is taken away at the person I see in the mirror. I know, for a fact, that she isn't me. But she is beautiful. My hair is now chestnut brown and curled, bouncing like beach curls. The layers rest at my shoulders. I have no words.
"Thank you so much Lucy, I love it!" I grin, admiring my hair. The clothing part is already settled- that I stick to the darker shades like navy blue, black and grey. Not so much of the pastels, like I used to.
Lucy giggles. "No problem, my daughter inspired the hair part. It's adorbs, isn't it?"
I nod in agreement, looking at the clothes and shoes I bought from her. It's only six outfits, but it'll do. As long as no one recognizes me as Caroline. From now on, I'm Kate Green from Holland. It was all Harry's idea. We were talking about it in the car, and I guess one thing led to another and here I am.
Kate Green.
I've got to get used to this. The fact that I won't be Caroline Ann Weston to the world anymore is slightly saddening. Even though I didn't like my identity before, I feel like it's a part of me. It says a lot about me...but Kate Green?
It says nothing about me.
There is a sharp knock at the door and Lucy jumps, startled. "That must be Harry." I tell her, smiling and she nods.
"I've never seen or met him before, so this is gonna be exciting." She says, fixing my hair and smoothing it out before taking my hand, leading me to the front door.
I can see the tall, broad shadow of Harry through the thick glass and Lucy has her hand on the lock. "Let's surprise him with your new look, yeah?" She asks and I nod frantically.
"Ready?" Lucy asks and I expel a deep, nervous breath. She swings open the door and the Harry that had his back turned to the door spins around on his heel to face us. I study his surprised expression when he sees me. I turn to look at Lucy, but she's not standing next to me.
She's lying on the floor.
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A/N: Drama, drama wherever you go. Ooohhhh what do you think happened there? I will speak no more than this.
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All the love. M.