Everything about her is so unusual. The way she is so, not like what I imagine royals to be. She's... A normal girl who- wait she isn't a normal girl, she is a psychopath, someone who'll do everything but follow her mother's footsteps. But her she's the kind of phsyco that a 100 times more attractive. I love seeing her phsycotic side. I love seeing her... I shouldn't be thinking this deep. I'm here to protect her from danger, but I'm gonna become the danger if I don't stop. The car ride home is just me and the driver, and thankfully that gave me time to smoke the shit out of that cigarette she took in her mouth. Princess's car followed us and a few more cars having many other guards for their safety.
I had worked for the queen a few months back, on her visit to another country, and after giving a profiled impression, she offered me to work for her, as a full time guard for princess y/n. It was a big opportunity, and me being me, didn't even try to lose it. Here i am, working for a princess who behaves no where near one. But it doesn't really matter, even I'm dont have a royal background that i could judge her from.
"Don't mind the princess, that's just her nature" the driver says. "Well, what a pity".
As we reached the castle, our cars parked infront of the main gates. I walk out of the car and to the Queen's car. Rowan, the Queen's chief of armour, my boss, opened the door for her, and gave her his hand to step out with. "That's how you do it, styles, i don't tend to repeat instructions, so be very focused".
I did the same, opened the other door of the car for the princess, offered her a hand and stood there, but its y/n, so all i get is a kick in the balls, and giggles from her side. I bend a little to grab them, and stand back up, trying very hard to not wheeze infront of anyone. "You're gonna pay for this" i mutter as i follow the princess inside the castle. "As if you could do anything. Tell this to anyone,and all you're gonna get is pat on the shoulder and some laughs" I hate her so much. (I don't)
"We're supposed to meet at the dinner table in approximately 50 minutes, don't be late, Princess" The queen says, y/n bows and then heads towards her rooms direction. "So, stylist, how are the balls adjusting?" She chuckles, and carries on to walk, very differently from how the formal walk. "I'm not allowed to talk to you about anything outside the work premises" i give her a forced smile and look straight away from her.
Though even from behind, everything about her looks ethereal. I just can't help but be fascinated by how beautiful she is. The last person i was this fascinated by was taylor swift so you know how it is. "Quite a view, Ain't it?" How the hell does she always know?
"Narcissist".
" 'I'm not supposed talk to you about anything outside the work premises' ".
"Don't you ever stop talking?"
"When I stop talking, everyone else talks"
I had no idea what she meant, but whatever it was, it was something.
She dances her way to her room, mimicking others, laughing at her own silly moves, making me do something similar, but I couldn't, so I kept a straight face and walked towards her room. As we reached the outside of her room, I opened the door for her, and stood there. She went inside and I just stood outside the door, not knowing what to do. "You don't wanna come inside do you?" She says and laughs. She knows.
I made my way out, of her hall, and to the main finding something worth doing. Psst. I hear from across the hall. Psst. I hear it again. I look behind to see a blonde figure, bent, hiding half of his figure in the dark. "Who are you?" I ask, dominantly. "I need help newbie" he replies. The accent didnt sound as common. He signals, me to come near him. I keep my hand on the gun hung understand my coat, and walk slowly towards him. "Quick you slug" Oh he's definitely Irish. I reach towards the end of the room, and look over to see him holding two champagne bottles in his hand. "Let's party" he whispers and hands me one. "Wait who are you?" I ask him again and he up to me rolling his eyes. "I'm not a theif, you moron, now you want a drink or not?" He says. I look at him almost confused, still not able to see his face. "Ugh get me out of here without any noticing first. My father finds out he'll kill me"
Well, that's something.
Footsteps approach the hallway, and I startle. "I'm hiding, help me survive newbie, for the sake of these champagnes", And he moves a little back. The hell am I supposed to do now? It's my fucking first day. The footsteps become clearer. I walk a few steps away from the room, acting as if I'm looking for something. I look up to see Rowan, walking towards me. Fuck. I look down, walking front and back looking for that something. "Harry, thank god you're here, I was meaning to talk to you, realized we haven't had a complete conversation since the pre coronation meeting".
"Oh hey, didn't see you there sir" I look up to him, confused on what to do. "Are you looking for something harry?"
"Yes sir, I've lost.... My glasses, yeah I've lost them"
"Oh... Fancy seeing in your pocket?" He says... A perfect first impression. "Oh yeah.... Haha.., clumsy me" I fail trying to sound completely normal. "Well, unfortunately, that doesn't work in here harry.. come on, let's get some fresh air" he says. I signal the Irish guy to follow us very discreetly outside, and then follow Rowan. "Harry, this is a big responsibility alright? I don't want you being clumsy and ruining things for the Royals" he continues as I walk with him and try to help the Irish guy altogether. "The last guard... Well, he wasn't a very loyal guy, we don't talk about it, it was tough for the whole family, especially for y/n,and well, the queen has trusted someone after while of the incident, and I don't want you breaking her trust. Or else you'll end up in jail or in the sky".
And with that, we head out. It was hard to keep Rowan from not looking behind, and to help the Irish guy not get caught by the other guards, but we made it. He rushed out of the castle and to the back, where probably the arms men stay. "Thank you for such an honor sir, I would not disappoint you" I say. He signals that I'm dismissed and I make my way at the back too.
Where the hell am I gonna find him now? I ask myself, as I go into the cabin created for all of the workers to hang out. Everyone was sitting there, ranting about work, or whatever. It was a large cabin, vintage styled, beers and drinks being given out, and to my surprise, it was a bar, very... Innovative. "Here newbie" I hear the guy again.
I look at my right to find him, waving one of the champagnes to me. He was a blonde, wearing a uniform, smiling as if it was his first time drinking. I move towards him and sit just infront of him. He gives me a glass and pours the Champagne in. "I'm Niall, Niall horan, I work as a gardener here, heard your new and of my age, so I thought we'd have a drink together" I nod and take a sip.
"Why were you hiding then? Wouldn't everyone know who you are?"
"That's the thing man, they'll know, just think, the Royals find out you're stealing from the kings drinks bar. I almost choked. "This is from where?! You've got to be fucking kidding me Niall, it's my first day!"
"Oh my god! We need to through a party! Welcome to the gang, man!"
"You're not helping"
"Chill bro, it's normal, and they don't even notice, they have plenty, they're rich remember"
He did have a point. I took a sip of my drink and let myself calm down.
A few minutes later, we were done finishing one of the bottles, laughing our asses off on things we both knew we won't remember the next day. "Hello there boys, this seems new, what is it?" Rowan again, when was he gonna leave me alone.
"Oh Uhm.. it's new in the market sir, try for yourself" Niall replies and offers him some in in a glass.
He drinks it, and I'm inches close to laughing on his face, and telling him that it's actually stolen, from the castle. "Mm, this is actually good, good choice harry, see you Tomorrow" and he leaves. A few seconds of intense eye contact and me and Niall both laugh out loud, not being able to control ourselves.
Half an hour later, we are done with both the bottles and are completely and fully drunk. "Hahah and I feel bad for your balls, I sneak in some drinks for her, so she has a sweet spot for me, though you'll have to try your best to do something to please her too"
"As if I care, I'm just doing my job"
"Yeah right" he says. I tell him goodbye and move out of the cabin/bar. Not being able to walk properly, I land onto the nearest bench in the garden. And just stay there.
"What's with the face stylist?"
Not her again.
"Oh that's what it is now?"
"I said that out loud again? Fuck"
"Admit it, you can't control yourself infront of me"
She was standing in her balcony, in her pajamas, looking at my drunk self sitting on the bench, with that smug smile. Damn
"Oh please, as if you aren't the one who's falling hard for me"
It's actually me
"In your dreams stylist"
"I wouldn't even want to dream of it"
"That's all you dream of, I saw it harry, in your eyes, but you're just too scared to admit it, you little pussy"
"Is that so? Are you challenging me?"
"Challenges are given when expecting something, I don't expect anything from you stylist, you're just scared you'll fuck everything up"
"What do you even want?"
"Nothing, just want to see how brave you are, you know no one's allowed inside at this time, you think you'll be able to make it here?"
"See you in a few minutes pRinCESs"
That's all it takes for my ego to be hurt, because then, I tried my best to make it up to her room. I felt like a super spy. Hiding from the few gaurds inside, walking fast, hiding in the dark, but it all worked out in the end because there I was, in the princess's room.
She wasn't in her room, she had just come out of the shower, drying her hair when she saw me, startled to see me in there. She was in her pajamas, her hair on the side of her head, wet, and her face damp. "Wow stylist, you need to get an award"
She speaks sarcastically, but all I could see were her lips... So kissable, pink, as if they were calling me. Pretty dramatic but its a canon event. "You..." I was very close to revealing to her narcissistic self that she was right, I couldn't control myself around her, no one would. "What stylist?" She comes closer to me, close enough that our bodies were almost touching. "Fuck you're right" there I was, ruining the FIRST DAY.
But I couldn't wait, so I kissed her, my mouth on those wet kissable lips, feeling the moist texture, and even better, she was feeling my lips too, cuz she was kissing back. Fuck I couldn't stop. It was everything. I kissed her deeper and deeper, until my tongue stopped on her lips, trying hard to get in. When it gets in, y/n is bent over her dresser, and my tongue roaming around with hers.
Knock knock.
"Fuck".