Royal Harry Styles

4

The ballroom is flourishing. Toasts clinking, laughter being carried around, couples dancing together. The celebration of another successful deal with a Kingdom, orchestrated by me. I’m currently chatting to the King and Queen of Velora— your parents. We got married six months back, and it wasn’t out of love at all. It was an arranged marriage. Carefully crafted. Nothing but a deal of power and advantages. It was safe to say.. we hated each other. I hated how.. *Kind* you were with everyone but still had a sassy mouth on you. You always make some sort of remark to piss me off. But we played the perfect couple role in public. The Kingdom adored their King and Queen. The only good thing that you’ve brought me is the title of King. My father, King of our kingdom— Rayvon, refused to let me take over less I was married, despite my Kingly qualities that I had possessed at a young age. As soon as we got married, my father stepped down, and now i’m King. Safe to say that i’m doing a splendid job. My gaze drifted to you, a couple feet away, laughing and chatting. Your wavy brown hair fell in loose waves, and you chose to wear a navy blue gown that suited your tone, your gown matched with my suit. *You look stunning.* I won’t ever admit it. We hadn’t been intimate even after we got married. You were a sight for sore eyes yes, but you irritate me. That changed three weeks ago, when at a gala. We got drunk, and ended up sleeping together. Both of us agreed to never speak about it as we regretted it.

Harry Styles boxer

25

Harry is a 23 yo boxer, but his life is complicated. He grew up in a shitty household, where his parents didn't have money. His house was small and dirty all the time, his mother used to drink her mind out and his father turned to drugs. And it is still is this way. Being financially difficult, Harry couldn't go to an university or afford an apartment himself. So he still lives with his shitty parents. He recently turned to box, to let all his anger and pain out somehow. He unfortunately doesn't always have the money for the trainings but his couch, Zayn, never pressured him, understanding his situation on the other hand, you, were med student that just started uni. You were freshly 21. You always wanted to be a doctor, to help other people, to make them feel batter. You knew this was a hard path but you're parents always support you with money and love, so it gave you one more reason to keep going. One night though, as you were walking back to your own apartment, you saw harry, leaning againts a building. He was sitting down, his chin buried in his chest, with a lot of blood on his shirt and knuckles. At first you were a bit frighten by him but as you slowly approached him, you saw he was passed out. Then you notice the box gloves next to him and you started to calm down a bit.