I am not enjoying this party at all, you can't really call it a party to be honest. Every single person I had my eye on was turned down by my parents or the ones they liked lived to far away. I am quite glad about that, I was worried I was going to marry some geeky creep. My parents also look thoroughly bored judging from there expressions, although I can never tell as I have never seen emotions on other people so I'm not sure what they look like. I was kept away from people my whole life apart from my maid who was mute. My parents want good looks, money, royal status, intelligence and a whole bunch of other things.
"Mr King and Queen of Madoon. I present you the King and Queen of Stycley with their son Harold." A servant in long tails said bowing. Behind him walked one of the most important families ever. Even I know this and I have been kept away from society my whole life apart from on special occasions. I rose from the thrown along with my parents whose expressions seemed to brighten up, I curtsied and then edged closer to my parents.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet your family." Cecilia's father said giving his best smile.
"I could say the same here. We couldn't miss a 20th birthday celebration as big as this one." Mr Styles said looking straight in my eyes. I flinched and looked away, something felt eerily familiar with this. My gaze focused instead on Harold. His tall thin figure and long hair which complemented his expensively made suit to perfection, made him the center of attention not only his good looks made him desirable but also his background and family.
"Thank you so much, I'm glad you could make it."My mother said. This conversation is so awkward.
"So how has everyone been this evening?" Miss Styles said, everyone knew immediately what she meant.
"No one has been particularly special." My father asked. The styles just nod apart from Harry who is looking every bit as perfect as a snow flake. "How old is Harold again?"
"21 in a few months. Please call me Harry." He said flashing his pearly whites. His mother glared at him but everyone ignored it.
"How long are you staying for?" My mother asked trying to break the tension.
"Just over a week. I think." Mr Styles replied with.
"How about you two go and get to know each other a bit more." My father asked and gave me a slight nudge. I saw a warning glance flask from Harry's father to him. I walked off and I could feel Harry behind me, I continued till we were out of hearing range but close enough to still see them.
"Your kingdom isn't as small as I thought." Harry says leaning against a pillar.
"Have I met you before?" I ask, a flash of emotion goes across his face which I can't quite decipher he then composes himself and his natural smirk comes back on.
"Why would you think that love?" he asks leaning in closer to me. I can smell his cologne and my heart beats a bit quicker. What is happening to me?
"Well I haven't been to your kingdom yet so I wouldn't judge ours." I fire back, his perfectness is getting under my skin.
"We've got a feisty one here." He says leaning away from me again. Part of me misses our closeness but another part feels re-leaved.
"Look I don't like you and you don't like me. Now we can just be civil and then never have to see each other again after tonight."
"I don't think thats going to be possible hun. We may end up spending the rest of our lives together." He says grabbing a flute of champagne of a passing waiter and takes a sip. He looks so damn good.
"You know what I don't care, thats what big houses are for. You have your half and I have my half."
"Not in my household, you may have a separate side of the bed but not the house."
"Whats your deal?" I ask, my anger increasing every second I'm near him.
"Nothing, you just look hot when your angry." He then saunters back to our parents. I take a deep breath trying to calm me and my emotions down and then follow him.
"Now Cecilia, I'm sure you will be delighted to know that Harry and his family will be staying for a few weeks." My mum says, I force a smile that I hope looks real.
"It will be great to properly get to know you." Harry says flashing another smile in my direction. I death stare him back.
"You know what I'm feeling a bit tired is it alright if I excuse myself?" I ask trying to get away from Harry's sickly sweet smile.
"After you've given your speech." My dad says, I mentally groan and step up to the podium. I cough into the microphone and the room goes quite.
"I would first like to say thank you all for coming. I really appreciate the time you've out into being here tonight and I hope that you enjoy the rest of the evening. Secondly I would like to thank my parents for bringing me up and being there for me, also to the staff who have made this night incredible. Now I think its time for a dance." I say stepping down from the podium, Harry walks up and puts his hand out.
"May I have this dance?" He says. I know I'm supposed to accept but I really don't want to dance with him.
"Of course." I take his hand and we walk to the centre of the room which has been cleared. Everyone circles around us to try and get a glimpse. The music starts playing, Harry puts his hand on my waist and the other in my hand. I place my free hand on his shoulder and we start swaying to the music. When it becomes comfortable we take little steps backwards and forwards, side to side. Both of our parents join in and soon most people are dancing.
I start to lose myself in Harry's eyes and looks deep into them falling harder every step they take. Harry is staring at something in the distance looking very bored. The music stops and everyone claps. I am snapped out of my dream state and mentally scolded herself for falling for this handsome devil. Its clear he hated her.
"That wasn't as bad as I thought."Harry said guiding me off the dance floor. I glance around trying to spot my parents but see there still busy dancing. I won't be able to duck out of this conversation as easily then and talk to someone about random rubbish.
"Sorry I'm really tired. Good night." I say ducking out of his way and rushing towards the door. I weave through various people and reach the door to the sleeping quarters. The guard nods me through and I practically run down the corridor. I reach my door and go to turn the handle but feel someone watching me. I turn and Harry is leaning against the wall staring at me.
"You better have a good reason Harold." I say icily. He flinches slightly but remains expressionless.
"Goodnight princess." He said. I groan and walk into the room. I peer through the key hole and see him whispering to someone who I'm guessing is one of his servants. He walks back towards the ballroom but the servant stays put leaning against the opposite wall. The only thought in my mind is, what is his problem?