Our Love Story

Princess Bethany and her sister, Princess Sophie have the definition of a perfect life according to everyone else but themselves. But when Bethany falls for Harry and Sophie falls for Niall from One Direction, will they be able to keep the peace, or will a huge family feud erupt, causing problems throughout the kingdom?


8. 8


“Bethany!” I woke up the next morning to Nella jumping on my bed. I giggled and rolled over, facing her.

“Good morning Nella.”

“How are you on this fine morning?”

“Oh…tired. Are you staying with us until the wedding?”

“As a matter of fact, I am!”


“But I also had another important question for you.”

“Which is…?”

“I want you to be my maid of honor.” I smiled and pulled Nella into a hug.


“Yay!” I giggled and let her go. “Since you agreed, we need to go to my dress fitting. I want your opinion on my dress.” I nodded and got out of bed. I got myself dressed and ready so I could meet Nella down in the foyer. “Don’t you look fancy?” Nella said. I looked down and spun in a circle so my white skirt flowed out around me. I had a dark blue lace shirt tucked into my skirt with dark blue pumps. My arms had dark blue accessories to match and my hair was down and curled.

“I try.” Nella laughed as we were escorted to the royal limo. We climbed in and we were driven to the dress shop.

“After we’re done here, how does some tea sound?”

“I think it sounds wonderful.” Nella laughed as we walked into the wedding dress shop.

“Good because I would’ve dragged you along anyway.” I giggled as we were brought into the back room so we could look at Nella’s dress. The dress was absolutely beautiful. It was tight on top and once it hit her torso, it flowed out and became puffy and rufflie all the way to the bottom of the train.

“You look….beautiful; breathe-taking even…” I whispered as Nella looked in the mirror.

“Do you really think so?”

“I know so. This dress…is perfect on you.” Nella practically was glowing.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt but I have to steal one of my workers; we just got five male customers.” One of the workers got up and walked up and walked out.



“Why do I have to wear a tux?” Niall groaned.

“Niall, it’s a wedding.” Liam pointed out.

“I know but…I hate tuxes!”

“I guess it sucks to be you then.” Louis said, laughing.

“Alright, you’re all packed up. We’ll have someone bring the dress out to your car.” We all turned and there she was…Princes Bethany with Prince Marks’ fiancée.

“HELLO BETHANY!” Louis yelled, causing Bethany o look at us. She gave a polite curtsy and turned back to the girl. She whispered something then came over to us.

“Hello boys.” She gave us each a kiss and smiled at us. “How are you?”

“We’re doing alright.” Zayn answered. I was in awe of how good she always seemed to look.

“How are you, Harry?” She whispered to me, gently touching my arm.

“I’m alright; you?” I managed to stutter out.

“Oh I’m getting by; thank you for asking.”  I smiled weakly at her as the other girl walked up.

“Are you ready, Bethany?”

“I am. See you guys at the wedding.” She curtsied and walked away with the girl.

“Smooth, Harry!” Louis said, laughing.

“Shut up…” I mumbled, turning bright red.

“Does the sir here like the Princess?”

“Only a lot!” Niall butted in.

“Do you know her well?”

“I don’t know everything, but I know some.” I pointed out.

“Ahh…” For the next hour, we were fitted into tuxes for the girls wedding and I spent the whole time thinking about Princess Bethany. 

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