Ruler

Harry set the butterknife down on the counter, Harry's hands reaching out towards mine. His hands were inches from touching mine when the wicked memory came rushing back. The pampered brat of a princess was kissing Harry in my mind, Daisy's words echoing in my ears. He's not the only one who agreed to go stay with a royal brat…Ask him Julia…Ask him why he agreed to go alone with her…And why he let Jenna kiss him. "Anything, King?" I questioned, as my brain mulled over the words. "That's not what it looked like at the royal ball.". "Huh?". Confusion flickered across Harry's face, staring at me like a lost kid. "I ran into your sister at the royal ball, King..Wanna know what she told me?". "I-". "She told me that you told princess Jenna yes to her invite," I snapped, as I took one step closer towards Harry. "I know that your sister is special in her own way, so I'm going to ask you myself…Did you say yes to the brat's invite?". He didn't answer me with words, he just nodded his head. The pain that I had endured last night came flooding back. My heart crumbled into shambles, while tears started to prick at my eyes. "Harry…Why in the world would you say yes to that brat!". My words came out more as a whine instead of a question, and I was cringing at my own words. "My mother was right there beside us Julia, and you know how my mother acts. Jenna was forcing herself on me, telling me how beautiful the Renaud kingdom was, how much better it was than LockHill, how many sights there are.…I opened my mouth to tell the brat that I didn't want to go to her kingdom for a month, when my mother whispered something to me.". "What did she tell you?" I asked, as my brain soaked in Harry's words. "She told me…That if I didn't say yes…She would call animal control and claim that Axel was rabid…She would have put down my dog, princess, if I hadn’t said yes.". Harry was ranting as he talked, his words being filled with sorrow and panic at the same time. She threatened to put Axel down? What type of monster would do that to a person! Harry would’ve been heartbroken if Axel had been put down. That dog has been by his side for a long time. I reached for Harry's hands, my fingers intertwining with Harry's. "Harry-". "And you know what's the worst part, princess…I let my own mother get into my head. Her words haunted me as I danced with Jenna…I was so concerned with Axel being put down, that I didn't even stop Jenna from -". "Kissing you.". I didn't mean to interrupt Harry, but to be fair he interrupted me. Harry stared at me for a second, his mouth forming in a o shape. "How did…How…How did you know that I kissed Jenna, princess?" asked Harry, having to clear his throat. "I saw it..I tried to get away, but Daisy forced me to watch," I responded as the prick of tears became the punch of tears. "I couldn’t do anything Harry. I couldn’t go over to you guys and push her off of you…I just watched.". Tears slipped down my cheeks, racing faster than horses. Harry pulled me into a hug immediately, my head going into his leather jacket. Both me and Harry stood there with our heads in each other's shoulders, the two of us crying. I don't know how long that me and Harry stood there... When we finally pulled away from each other, I noticed the mess that I left on Harry's black leather jacket. "King…I guess your leather jacket isn't waterproof," I joked. "You should really look into getting it replaced.". Harry laughed at my words, and before I knew it I was laughing right along with him. But the laughing, the happiness only lasted a second. "It's okay Julia…Your tears are a part of you, and I'll just be bringing them with me to the Renaud kingdom.". "When are you leaving, Harry?" I challenged, my words soaked with desperation. "Real early in the morning," responded Harry, his words bringing a pout to his lips. "Four o'clock in the morning early.". "Four o'clock!". I squealed the words out, and Harry nodded his head. As Harry's arms slowly started to slip away from me, panic wrapped its ghostly hand around me and squeezed. If Harry's leaving at four and I’m leaving at eight…We won't say goodbye to each other…He won't be there to tell me that it's alright or…. I wasn't thinking, and I should have been. My hands grabbed onto his black leather jacket collar and pulled him towards me. Harry’s hand slipped down to my waist, his touch sending a cascade of warmth. Our lips came together, all of our memories swirling around us. I was lost in his arms, and forgot that there was a whole world outside of the two of us.