Harry Styles Imagines

41 - Royals and Servants (au)

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Royals and Servants

Harry's POV

                                   I was in the living room watching cartoons at two in the morning. I was living with my best friend, Y/N. She was just in the next room, so I had the volume down super low, but when I heard her feet dragging out of her room sluggishly, I wondered if it wasn't low enough. 

 "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I asked as I turned around to greet her eyes with mine. They were tired and half shut, her hair clinging to her face, her shirt hanging off of one of her shoulders. She shook her head and walked up to me as I muted the TV. 

 "What's up?" I asked. She simply picked up a pillow, placed it on my lap, and plopped her head down on it, facing the screen as she pulled her knees to her chest. 

 "You alright?" I ask again, hoping to get an answer now.

 "I just can't seem to get to bed lately." She said groggily, yawning. 

 "Aw." I said sympathetically, brushing my fingers lightly through her hair. 

 "Tell me a story?" She requested, her voice sleepy and adorable. I lifted my breath to start. Here we go...

 "Once upon a time there was a princess. She lived in a castle with her prince, but… she didn't exactly know it yet." She turned onto her back and looked up at me, interested. 

 "You see, the boy lived in the castle, but he was a servant. They were only friends. The boy was in love with the princess, but considering who he was, he didn't think they could ever be together, let alone have the princess feel that way about him. The princess was stunning. She had long brown hair and pretty sparkly eyes. She lit up the room when she walked in and turned heads. She was absolutely beautiful." She lifted herself up and sat next to me, her face turned towards mine, her head tilted in intrigue. 

 "So, one day the servant boy went to the princess' chambers, only to be stopped by the guards. They told him that he was not worthy of the princess. That he was nothing more than a servant, and she was a great and magnificent royal. The boy believed that it was her doing. That she didn't want anything to do with him, so he left." There was a concerned look on her face, like she was living the story. 

 "What happened next?" She asked curiously. I smiled and took a clump of mascara off of her cheek. 

 "The boy set off. The only reason he stayed in the castle was for the princess, the only reason he did anything was for the princess, he loved her after all, but he was no longer able to see her." Her expression was now sad. 

 "The servant boy made his way to a new kingdom to work for a different family of royals, knowing he could never be the princess' prince. To his surprise, when he reached the small land, he could have sworn he saw a servant girl who looked exactly like that princess. The princess he loved,” Her eyes went wide and she held onto my arm and I continued, "He tried to shake it off, not believing that the princess would have followed him all the way to the town posing as a servant to see him, considering he supposed the girl did not care about him.

 A week passed and he tried to ignore the girl, but finally, she took him by the hand, and pulled him into a kiss. At first he was confused as the why this stranger was kissing him, but she was no stranger. She was his princess. He knew it the second she touched him, because she gave him this feeling, simply with contact, that made him know it was indeed her. The boy felt stupid for thinking the princess did not care about him.

He should have known that she was pure of heart, and it didn't matter to her if he was royal, or a poor servant boy. They lived in a small house in a beautiful valley, and made there own rules. There were no servants or royals or anything in between. There were just lovers. And they lived happily ever after."

 When I ended the story, a single tear escaped her eye as a slight grin appeared on her face.

 "Why are you crying?" I asked, wiping the tear away as it ran down her cheek. 

 "You know I get really emotional when I'm tired!" She said, smiling and sniffing as she rubbed her eyes. 

 "Did you like it?" I asked as she slid her fingers in the spaces between mine. 

 "I loved it, thank you." She whispered, kissing my cheek sweetly. 

 "Come on, princess." I said, picking her up and carrying her back to her room. I laid her practically weightless body under her covers, gave her forehead a kiss, and went to walk away, but I felt a tug on my shirt. 

 "Stay with me tonight, please?"She asked and without thinking about it, I slid under the mound of blankets with her. She hugged my chest tightly and rested her head over my heart as I wrapped my arm around her back, her hair brushing up against my chin. She fell asleep instantly, which surprised me since she had been having trouble with getting to sleep.

 And while I was laying here, with Y/N in my arms, I hoped that one day she would realize that I had always been her prince and she had always been my princess, and that we could live happily ever after, too.