hey, guysss!! I am so sorry for taking such a long break, the past two years have been really busy for me. I am finishing up the last bit of Look What We Became, which will be uploaded soon. thank you so much for waiting so patiently for me. i went through a few problems in the time i have been absent so thank you so much again for dealing with that
i truly hope this fiction doesn't disaapoint you all
Harry did not know how he had gotten out of that room, he remembered picking you up, he remembered the fight, he remembered your whimpers, but that is all he could remember.
“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!!?” his mother rushes into the infirmary, screaming at him, her face was wet with tears and her eyes bloodshot, her voice was coarse as if she had not said a word in days, it was heavy.
“I am not injured,” he says, monotonously. The fear and anticipation he was currently feeling was far from his emotionless tone. There had been no news about his princess.
From what he remembered, you had no burns, you were well, just unconscious due to the heavy smoke in the room, so then why had there not been any word about your well-being? Harry was getting nervous, he was getting worried, but his expression was that of nothing. He had sent out letters to your sisters, your parents, letting them know of the incident, but none of them had shown up. Nobody came to see you, and nobody wrote back.
It was all as if you were already dead.
Harry was upset, with himself, with the incompetent guards of his castle, your father, the world, with god.
The doors to the infirmary opened as the medic made his exit.
Harry stood up looking at her expectantly “My prince, she is stable, in fact, she is doing quite well, however, she has requested that you do not see her… at all.”
She took a bow, turning to the queen, and bowed and she was gone.
she has requested that you not see her at all.
It was like a slap to his face, why? He did not understand why you were torturing him like this. Why were you being so distant now? After he…
“Tell me right now Harry, what was it you were thinking jumping in a burning room!?”
“I jumped in for her! And if necessary, not once, not ten times, not a hundred times, thousands of times… thousands of times, I will jump into the fire in which there is she!”
“Why!?”
Why. he didn't know why. He knew her all for five days. The first few were spent hating her. The other spet touching her, and the last one spent away from her.
He was so infatuated with her, or maybe it was the love he felt. Obsessing over a feeling he didn't even feel. Harry was more than just a sappy, love-thirsty, desperate boy. Then why?
“I don't know.”
He ran out, leaving his mother to stand there alone.
You didn’t want to see him, he will not show you his face till you beg for it.
You were laying on the bed, what had become of your life? What had you done? You really were a problem. It was only right, for no one to show up. Why would they? Whatever your husband had done, you were paying the price. Did he have to be the knight in shining armour? You couldn't bare to see him. Not right now. The man who broke your family. The medic was no more by your side. No one was. You were truly alone. Not a friend in this world, at least not one who cared for you as much as you did. You had received not one letter, not one visitor, not a word, as though the rest of the world was dead. And then you screamed, loud, with frustration and anger, guilt and sadness, desperation and hatred, you screamed with your whole voice as tears streamed down from the side your face, wetting your hair and your sheets, why wasn't he coming in? He had no problem not listening to you, then why was he being so obedient now!? Come in for god’s sake!
His mother. And running into the room, as did the guards.
“where is he!?” You screamed “why isn’t he here!!?”
“Child, it will all be well.”
Your hands fly up to the side of your head, clutching your pillow, shaking your head violently, thr unbearable frustration of him not being there. Where was the care and love now? Hm? Where was the protection that he wanted to give you?
“Leave us.” the queen said, and you saw the guards back away, leaving the room.
She kneeled beside you, caressing your head.
“He is just a boy, he doesnt understand what you want from him till you spell it out.” she says.
“He cares about you deeply-”
But you just shook your head, fresh tears spilling form your eyes, “he does, trust me, i am his mother. I know.” she says, “its not everyday that he jumps into a fire to save just about anyone.”
Jumped in the fire.
He.
Jumped.
Into the fire.
For you.
“My son is not a violent being, Y/n, but he peobably would have killed-” she stops herself.
Yes, if you hadnt stopped him, he probably would have killed youe father.
“All i am saying is do not deem him as this unruly, violent creautre, becasue he is not. Whatever, he has done to cause you pain, in the past few days, is not how he is. His drastic actions were only to make up for the wrongs he did your way, so please, please forgive him. He wont say it for himself. So i am here to ask of you, please dear.”
Harry found himself by the river, the noise of flowing water had always seemed to calm him. What was he doing, and all over some girl he didnt even like in the first place! you oh you. What had you done to him? why were you suddenly so important? What is wrong with him!? Can you please get out of his head!
“Thought id find you here.” harry hears a voice from behind him.
“I want to be alone brittward.” he says
“I am afraid my prince that that is simply not an option. Your mother calls for you, this instant. It is not wise for a king to run away from his problems.”
“I am not a king-”
“But you soon will be, and my duty is to guide you and prepare you for that day. Now come boy, you must never keep a queen waiting.”
Throughout the walk backto the castle, harry explaines whatever happned to brittward, even though he knew thatbrittward knew what had gone down the previous day, he didnt say anything.
After listening ot he whole story brittward says “you acted foolishly.”
“Foolishly?”
“Yes, you were quite the fool. Listen to me boy, and listen to me carefully. Respect is earned. However, when one is older, he gets respected for his experience, knowledge, and the life he has led. And you did not give that respect to your father-in-law. You could have acted in various different ways, one where you could have saved your dignity and hers. You, who doesn't know the first letter of being abused went and defended your wife, defending her was right, but ignoring her wasn't. Have you any idea what must be going through her head? Family is family. One must deal with it for life. And you boy, you hurt her family.”
“But her family hurt her-”
“And did she ask you to defend her?”
“No but-”
“Sometimes you must think before making a grand gesture. Sometimes you have to let things be, sometimes my boy, you dont have meddle.”
“And let the wrong stay wrong?”
Briottward smiles but doesnt say anything. they keep on walking without exchanging another word. reaching the royal infirmary Harry seas his mother sitting outside your room so, and with an expressionless face ask him to go inside and see you.
“ she clearly said she doesn't want to see me-”
“ don't be ridiculous Harry she is your wife she needs you”
“ she doesn't need me she has made it clear and I shall respect her decision.”
“ you are young right now you don't know how to read between the lines she is clearly hurt and she needs her husband by her side right now. you needn't speak to her but at least comfort her with your presence.”
“My present is of no comfort to her-”
“ go now.”
With a Stern expression, Harry briskly works towards the infirmary unit where you were said to be resting, he opens the door softly assuming that you would be asleep upon opening the door he finds you still lying in the bed looking at the other way out the window”
“Princess…” he calls but you do not turn around instead just say, “ I thought you would be the first person I would see when I wake I thought you owe me that much as your wife don't you?”
“ it was made clear to me that you had other intentions princess”
“ my wishes havent stopped you before what made you listen to me now?”
taking a deep Harry clenched his jaw. You sigh and say, “but i have to realise that you do not think rationally before acting, and for a better part of it, i am grateful. You saved my life.”
When he didn't say anything you continued “what you did with my father it was- it was not your best decision-”
“I would like to disagree.”
“At a personal level, i think i should be grateful to you, but as a political move what you did was irrational-”
“The kingdom wouldn't want to maintain an alliance with a man like him.”
“What of your reputation?”
“Any sensible kingdom would understand what i did was right-”
“But no other kingdom knows the reason for your actions-”
“Then we tell them-”
“And ruin my father’s reputation?”
“I didn't know he had a reputation to begin with.”
“Harry!”
The moments when you take his name, it becomes electric, his heart beats a tad bit faster and his mind seems to rest. You taking his name, makes him feel closer to being loved, to being owned.
“You must understand, y/n, that your father isnt a great man, but he is also not a great king. And i am sure that the kingdoms around us are aware of the fact.”
“My sisters haven't reached out to me, so I only presume that their husbands don't think the way you do-”
“A woman has a mind of her own, Your sisters not reaching out to you doesn't depend on their husbands' thoughts, it depends on themselves.”
“You are saying my sisters are choosing to ignore me and my condition?”
“Perhaps, or perhaps they are afraid of breaking the unhealthy bond they share with your father”
“Harry-”
“No. I'm right and you know it. I am right.” Moving closer to you “You know I am right, I am sick of people saying what I did was wrong, I was not. When I took you as my wife I promised to protect you, I promised to care for you and if I have to do it again I would do it in a heartbeat.”
You both stare at each other.
“Do you love me?”
“What?”
“Do you love me harry?”
“I don't know.”
“You don't know?-”
“Do you?”
“What?”
There was a silence that spread in the whole room. Deafening silence.
“Why did you jump into the fire?-”
“I don't know”
“What do you know?”
“A lot of things-”
“I am serious”
“So am I-”
“No-”
“How do you know-”
“Stop it-”
“Stop what?-”
“Ha-mph”
He kisses you, passionately, his hand slides against your jaw, firmly yet tenderly gripping it, while his other hand wraps around your waist. Your hands snake up his back, one grabbing his shoulder while the other finds the back of his head, threading your fingers through his hair. He licks at your bottom lip, and you open your mouth wider, as he lets his tongue slide in. he takes the lead, and pulls you closer, and your gown rides up your thigh due to the friction presented by the bed, exposing a few burns. The kiss is wet, messy, and all over the place, just like him. Tears slip down from your closed eyelids. You both can taste your tears as you continue to kiss with passion. He takes your lower lip between his and lightly sucks on it. His breath is hot against your face as you push his head closer to yours. he slowly breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. breathing deeply he says,
"I might not know my feelings. but I know what I did was correct. I know what I am doing now, is correct. you and I are correct."
A/N: i am back with part 12, sorry to keep yall waiting.
ill probably end the story in 3 or 4 parts more tho
“Tell me right now Harry, what was it you were thinking jumping in a burning room!?”
“I jumped in for her! And if necessary, not once, not ten times, not a hundred times, thousands of times… thousands of times, I will jump into the fire in which there is she!”
“Why!?”
Why. he didn't know why. He knew her all for five days. The first few were spent hating her. The other spet touching her, and the last one spent away from her.
He was so infatuated with her, or maybe it was the love he felt. Obsessing over a feeling he didn't even feel. Harry was more than just a sappy, love-thirsty, desperate boy. Then why?
“I don't know.”
He ran out, leaving his mother to stand there alone.
You didn’t want to see him, fine. He will not show you his face. not till you beg for it.
GUYS! I am back, and I am so sorry to keep yall waiting, but I have a few entrances to give and I have been really busy with those, but I promise after this coming Saturday we will get the next two parts together I swear.
Thank you so much for being so patient with me I love you all
I am just not having a good, time. the past few days have just not been good for me, and I am so sorry, that the parts are taking so much time, but I just don't know what to write, I am unable to think lately, and it all just sucks so bad. it's like nothing is in control when I want it to be in control. everything irritates me now. and I just don't know what to do. but like, I am writing the next part, it is in progress. I just don't want to give yall something poorly written.
You were sitting quietly at the dining table, with your father and mother, contemplating your whole life, why you thought coming back here was a good idea, you do not know, but what you do know is, calling your husband here was an even worse one, you didn't know what you would say to him, you had not planned this through properly. What do you say to someone who has lied to you, from the very beginning of your marriage? The letter was also not now filled with love. It was true, you had no reason to go back, you weren't the queen, and you had no duty towards that kingdom, yet, except the occasional visits to the town.
Your mother was worried as to why you were back after mere days of the wedding. And your father was happy to see you at first, but then got accustomed to your stay, and everything went back to how it was. The taunts began, the domination, it was all overwhelming.
Though you had never reached out for help, never told anyone outside of the family, never complained to your grandparents when they lived, never told a soul, too afraid it would break the family, too afraid your mother would blame you, too afraid of what your sisters would think. Being the youngest, isn't always what it looks like, it isn't always a joy ride, the most loved child of the family it is all said by some jealous older one, because in his eyes, you remained a young, untamed, bastard daughter, and in your eyes, he remained the object of all your fears.
Even in a crowd of a million people, you could recognize his footsteps, even in the darkest of rooms you could see his disappointment, even in the most joyous moments you could feel his agonizing gaze.
He torments your dreams, and he tortures your conscious, he kills time by pretending to be the father he could never be, the husband he could never be, always doubting your mother, when he himself had a few courtesans, your whole body shakes with fear when he comes near you, you walk out of every chamber he walks in, you do not want to be in his presence, you curse the stars, for they signed you with death when you were born to your father.
Harry was getting ready for the journey, while gemma was sitting on his bed, eversince you had left, gemma had come to stay for a bit, her husband was very understanding, if it were harry, he would let you ourt of sight even for a moment, wouldnt lwt you go anywhere just because someone called you. But since you wanted to leave, stay away from him, he respected that.
The thing he couldnt understand though was “why would she go back to that oaf?” he asked his sister, while he tried to tie his bow.
“Imagine how badly you have hurt her, that she seeks comfort in her monstrous father.” gemma sys, dramatically, and harry turns around to givr her an unammused look.
“You dont understand gemma, he is such a -ugh” harry couldnt find the words to describe a father, who torments his own child. If harry weas ever blessed with children, she would dare lay a hand on then, let alone beat them black and blue!
“Gemma, my older sister, princess, asnd soon to be queen, i make you vitness my vow, i shall protect my wife, Y/n M/N Styles, with my life, against any threat that is ever to come upon her, even her father, i shall do what i must.” he finishes and gemma just look at him, a look he cannot read.
“Do you thing she will be pleased by this oath? Do you think she will believe you care for hr bother?”
“She doesnt have to believe, i have sworn it, and i shall stand by it.”
The carriage is ready, my lord.” britward said
“You are my second most loved person britward!” he screams with joy.
Britward was an old man, who had acted as prince harry’s sitter. Harry had a sweet bond with the man, Britward was more of a confidant that Harry turned to when he needed advice, and Britward would give them in the sweetest of words as if it were merely a suggestion.
“We shall leave now, before it is too late, takes a day to reach them sir. A tedious journey you have chosen,” he says “yet a necessary one.”
“You are right as always Britward, right as always.” Harry says “See you soon, sister,” mocking discipline, and Gemma smacks him in the arm.
“King Y/l/n, a letter has arrived.” says Lucile,
“Go on, read it out then.” your father says, while cutting a piece of pork
“King Y/l/n,
I hope everything is joyous in your kingdom,
I am writing this letter to you, inorder to announce my arrival later this evening. I am to take my wife home after weeks of her staying with you. I hope you have taken good care of her,”
she read out, and your father scoffs
“if it is not much of a burden on you, I would like to stay and dine with you. I shall take my leave early morning the next day. I do not wish to impose myself upon you, but to only converse with you about the woman I am married to, I wish to learn more about her. I do hope you think of my journey as worthy of your time. I wish for your well-being.
Regards,
Prince of Holmes Chapel.”
“Oh this is lovely news! We must prepare for dinner!” your mother said, full of joy and excitement.
“Isnt in punishment enough i am entertaining this deviant that i now must entertain her husband too?”
Everybody went quiet, you father had a talent for ruining moments such as these with his sullen face, and antisocial personality. He often treated those around him with great inferiority, as if the world was beneath him.
“Dinner must be prepared regardless.” he says “That foolish boy wishes to not discuss my daughter but the estate, his father wishes to have it for himself, but I shall only give it to Prince Alexander, he seems worthy of it, and so does victoria, this one here couldn't even keep her husband happy, he sent her back to torment us,” he says
“Torment you?” you ask, and your father raises his eyebrows, that is when you knew it was your first mistake
“Dare you question me? Living as a princess has gotten to your head? Should I smack that attitude out of your body? Hm?” he asks, and you say nothing, lowering your head. If you thought calling your husband was a terrible idea, now you were sure of it. “I thought so,” he says before getting up and leaving.
You sigh, living here has not been easy for you, recently life has not been easy for you.
Getting up you make a beeline to the library, deciding to kill time till your husband arrives.
You were woken up by a splash of water slapping your face, you open your eyes in panic and see your father towering over you. You don't remember when you fell asleep, and you definitely didn't mean to fall asleep, “you are so lethargic, no wonder your husband sent you back. Go make yourself presentable, your husband is already here.”
Putting the soaked book aside, you slowly get up, still in shock, that is when you feel a kick to your back, which makes you fall down, “I SAID MOVE FAST!” you quiclky get up, and start moving forward, head low, when you bump into a hard chest and the smell of sweet-smelling dried leaves hay-like scent, filled you up, looking up in pure terror, you see your husband, staring at your father, with the most hateful look, you have ever seen him give someone.
His hands were behind his back, as if he was holding himself back from just lunging at your father, “apologise.” he says, and you wip your head to face him, but he stares straight ahead, “pardon?” your father says, eyes narrowing, as though prince harry had said something so out of the ordinary.
“I said, opologise.”
You look back at your father ,terrified, “prince harry i-”
“I believe i wasnt talking to you.” he says, but hd never once looked at you.
“You best not be giving me a command boy.” your father says.
“Oh i ought to, when you dont act like a king rather a man with no honor!” he yelled at your father. He yelled. At your father.
“Stay in your limits!” your father says, “in my limits? This my wife! That you so poorly abused! And now you opoligise to her! In fact get down on your kness and beg for her forgiveness!” he says
“Prince harry please dont-” you try,
“She is my daughter before she is your wife! If it werent for me, you wouldnt even have her!”
“I shall count ot three, andwithing thattime constraint if you do not opologise to my wife, i must do whatever i have to in order to protect her honour.” harry says, “what exact will you do! Hm?”
“Prince har-”
“One.” your father doest move,
“What are you doing!? This is ridiculuous-”
“Two.”
“Y/n! If he dares to do anything stupid, you will not be invited back!”
“Three.”
In that momnet, you see your husband walk towards your father, as you try your level best to stop him, hold ont ohis arm, but he just drags you along, his free hand reaches up to grab your father’s coat collar, while the other hand, that you were holding onto, comes down to your father’s face in a blunt punch.
You watch in horror, as your father’s nose bleeds. “Prince harry! What are you doing!?”
Then another, “stop it! Please!” and another “what are you doing please stop!” and another, “you are killing him! Please stop!”
At this point you have left his hands, and are grabbing onto his back, trying to pull him off, “HE IS MY FATHER! STOP IT!” you say, tears streaming down your face, your father’s whole face his bloody, and his body is hanging limp in your husbands hand,
“HARRY STOP IT!”
you scream, with all your might, eyes closed shut.
Then your heard a thud, opening your eyes you see that he had dropped your father’s body to the ground, heavfing, he looked at down at his master piece.
You run to your father, relieved he was still breathing, trying to make him sit up, but he only pushes you away, “you… are…no daughter…. No daughter of ….mine.” he says, but you only shake your head, trying to convince him otherwise, your face was wet with your tears, “a mistake” he says “I raised you…. And this is how…you repay me.”
“What have you done! What were you thinking!” you scream at the man standing above you. But he doesnt answer, only clenches his jaw.
“Your royal highness dinner is serve- oh! Goodness heavens!” a servasnt comes in, and sees you over your father’s body,
“Tell the queen that we will not be staying for dinner.” your husband says, and the servant scurries away.
He then proceeds to take your arm, and pull you up. “We are leaving.” he says, and you don't recognise his voice, you don't recognise this person, standing in front of you, your husband would never hurt anyone, but then again, what did you even know of your husband? He tugs your arm, and leads you out of the castle.
The carriage ride was silent, no one dared to utter a word. You couldn't even look at him, but he kept on staring at you. Your whole body was shaking with fear, this was treason. What you had witnessed was treason. You were a traitor’s wife, your father would never want o see your face again, your mother would hate you, and your sisters, how will you face your sisters after this.
Reaching back to your marital home, you still didnt feel safe, you didnt feel safe next to this man, you once thought you were in love with. He was the true monster. This time you had been in an illusion, he could have murdered your father!
He extended his hand for you to take, but hurry down the carriage, and rush to your room, shutting the doors behind you. Its wasn't a bad idea to call your husband, it was a terrible idea.
Soon enough, you husband was there with you, but you both didnt say anything. He walks closer to you, steadily, cautious, like a predator does to a prey, he lifts your chin up, so that you face him, look deep into his eyes. finding what little courage was left in you, you ask, “why?” but he just frowns in confusion.
“For you”
“For me?” you ask, “you hurt my father for me-”
“To protect you-”
“Protect me!?”
“YES!”
“What were you protecting me from!”
“Him!”
“He is my father! I do not need protection from him!”
“No father treats his daughter like that!”
“He was just frustrated ans nervous-”
“Are you truly defending him?” he asks, as if mocking you
“He will never speak to me again!”
“GOOD!”
“IT IS NOT GOOD! IT IS NOT!” you scream,
“Y/N! HE HURT YOU! HE HITS YOU!”
“HE IS STILL MY FATHER-”
“WHAT FATHER DOES THIS TO HIS OWN CHILD!” harry screams, as he slips the glove out of your hand, revealing the scars on your hand.
And you go mumm.
“Dont you see princess, breaking that bond with your father has set you free?” he says, bringing your scarred hsand up to his face, his soft skin comes into contact with the coarse one of your hand, he kisses it, he kisses over every scar, and for a moment, you get lost in his touch, you let him pull you closer, you inhale his scent, you let him kiss your neck, let his hands slide around your waist, you just let him, not out of fear, not out of love, not out of anger, not out of happiness, you just let him.
Fresh tears start slipping down you face, and he stops. Looking at you, with concern, “are you alright-” but you just shake your head rapidly.
“The king would like to see you.” abigail comes to the room, harry nods his head, rubbing your arm, and leaves you alone.
You drop to the floor, coming undone, your life wasn't supposed to go this way, you were supposed to live happily after you were married! You were so stupid! How could you not see this? Frustration fills your body, anger onwards yourself, towards Harry, towards your father, towards Deborah, you throw a candle against the mirror in your room, and fat tears of fear mixed with anger stain your face, as the candle burns your curtains.
Smoke fills your room, as the fire spreads across your bed and running towards the door, making it difficult to breath, you try to beat it, as you sprint towards the door yourself, but it catches up beforeyou could open them, trapped in the burning room, you scream frantically, for someone to come estignuish it, you ran towards the sofa, god was not on your side today.
After a bit of running around, avoiding the fire you stop, accepting your fate. After today, death seemed like the best option.
“What were you thinking!” his father asked him
“I was not!” he retorted back
“Do you understand that you were married to his daughter not only because of her qualities, not only because we needed you to start acting like a prince rather than a simpering boy, but also to have good relations with other kingdoms!?”
“We have great relations with our neighboring kingdoms! And you are ought to not have any relations with a man like that!” harry says.
“He might be a bit crude, but what even prompted you to raise your hand on the man?”
“I only protected my wife.” they both had clamed down, “if it were you, you would have done the same for mother.”
“What did he do to his own daughter that made you so violent?”
Harry doesnt look at his father, contemplating whether to tell him or not, it wasnt his secret ot share, it wasnt his problem? But again it was bdceause you were his wife and your problems were ought ot be his.
“He kicked her.”
What do you mean- “
That is when Harry hears your screams, and without caring about etiquettes or manners or anything at all he ran towards your chambers.
As soon as he reached the corridor, he could see his door on fire.
Harry froze for a second, he did not know what to say, you werent screaming anymore.
He couldnt hear your voice anymore, you were in a burong room, he might never get to hear your voice again, his fear slowly started turning into panic.
“GAURDS! WHY ARE THERE NO GAURDS!” he screamed, runnig towards the buring fire.
In that one moment, when his body cmae in contact with the fired door, harry did not care for himself, his only concern were you, only thing he was thinking about was you, oh how infatuated he was by your whole being, your existance, you just you.
He pushed the hellish doors apart, to find a brning room. But no sight of his wife.
Frantically looking around harry ran towards the bath.
And there you were, lying on the floor, as the fire fiercely surrounds you.
There you were.
A/N: fuck this, you know what, fuck it, lemme know if we want a next-life rebirth kinda shit.
I want Jealous Harry too but I think it’s a huge set back if he just goes and does something with bitchy Debbie. 🙈😅 If something did have to happen between them, it could maybe be like Debbie pens a note to y/n signing it as Harry, and then set it up to where it looks like her and Harry still “fool around” and y/n just happened to “catch them” 👀. I don’t think Prince Harry is that much of a jerk to play with y/n’s emotions after they already promised to get to know each other better. Having Deb plan a trap for y/n very mean girl.
no, because I got this anon while I was writing the said scene and you know what, great minds think alike lmao
love you guys so much thank you for all the tips and ideas that you have given me, and thank you for being so invested in my story.
