Dictator [One Direction AU]

5

Date:03.03.2063

Jane felt slightly suffocated in her room, there was something ominous about the place. Slowly she turned the handle of her bedroom door and peeped her head out of the door, nobody was about in the corridor. There was nobody to see her leave her bedroom and escape down into the garden. Night blanketed her when she got into the garden, it acted as her disguise.

Slowly she made her way down the path which she had walked along earlier, the ground was cold against her bare feet and she was careful to not step on anything sharp. Suddenly a light appeared down the path in which she was walking down and her first instinct was to jump into the nearest bush to hide herself.

"Who's there?" A deep voice called out into the darkness which Jane recognised from somewhere. It was Harry.

"Just me," Jane mumbled and stood up embarrassed from her hiding place, she thought Harry would see her as a fool. But the curly haired boy thought quite the contrary, he thought it was rather sweet.

"Jane wasn't it?" Harry asked to the dishevelled girl standing in front of him, despite her hair being a mess and her nightclothes being torn, she still had something special about her. She had a beauty that could be seen as average to one person but to another her looks could be goddesslike.

"Yes, and you are Harry the gardener?" Jane already knew who the man was, she had been picturing his face for the past few hours but she didn't want to seem too keen.

"May I ask, Jane, what you are doing out in the garden after the sun has set. You know the moon comes out to watch us sleep not watch us walk," Harry watched as the girl blushed in front of him, there was something about her that seemed different to any other girl that he had met. She seemed to come from a different world entirely.

"I needed to clear my head," Jane replied quietly, smiling at the boy widely; there was something about his eyes that made her want to stare at him for days upon end. They were like oceans of green, more precious than any gemstone.

"And without shoes on? M'lady Jane, what ever shall we do with you?" Harry began to laugh and Jane couldn't help but admire the way his eyes crinkled up slightly when he did so. The sound was sweeter than a thousand bird songs to her ears.

"What about you, dear joker? What are you doing out here in the cold?" Jane couldn't help but shiver once his gaze was returned back to her.

"I am working, those that are not blessed with beauty must work till our backs break and our legs give way," Harry pointed at the shovel in his hand and Jane looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Well why are you working then, if I may ask? You have been blessed with the beauty of a God," Jane had the inclination to press her lips onto his at the moment but resisted the urge, knowing that she was now a married woman.

"Goodnight, dear Jane," Harry whispered, realising that he was tempting the woman with his presence. He did not want to test Louis' patience, he had seen too many loose their heads for much smaller things than flirting with the leader's wife.

Holding her hands to her chest, Jane couldn't help feeling slightly empty without Harry's presence. There was something about being around him that made all her worries fly away, it made her forget about the marriage she had been forced into.

"Am I in love with the man?" Jane whispered in horror to herself, "Surely one cannot be that infatuated after meeting a person for a few measly minutes?"

But she knew deep down that what she felt was very true, very innocent. She was very much in love with him.

***

A servant watched on as fair Jane walked back inside the house, looking giddy with joy; the servant would have interfered earlier if he had not sensed the affection between the pair. As loyal as the servant was to Louis, he was also loyal to love. He thought back to his wife whom he had met years before, and how with one look at her he knew that she was the only girl he would ever need. He saw Harry looked at Jane in that same way, and he could not deny the pair of love.

To any onlooker they would seem to be a couple, a pair of lovers who had known each other for years. Just by the way they laughed with one another, the way that Jane looked at him. No the servant couldn't have stopped them if he tried because the sight was so pure and beautiful that the servant knew that it was God's own intention to have the two meet.

***

Sighing, Jane lay down on her bed and let sleep take her; she felt so overridden with happiness that all she wanted to do was dream. She saw his face in her dreams, she saw his dark curls fall down past his shoulders in their majestic ways. She saw his smile that could have lit up a thousand torches with its brightness. She imagined his lips pressed against hers, their tongues mixing together with such passion that she was worried they wouldn't be able to stop.

"I must not dream such impure things," Jane whispered to herself, knowing that it was wrong for her to be dreaming of another man when she was only a day married.

When I was writing this I kept thinking how Shakespearean it all sounded, maybe it was because I was channelling Romeo and Juliet when I was writing.