Harry's your personal knight and you never got along with him since the first day. You both loved to argue and Harry never stopped giving you a headache. You both confirmed you both hated each other... Well, you both didn't but you both won't admit it.

Until one night, as you were busy brushing your hair, Harry suddenly enters your room and spoke.

"You... And that prince, seems pretty close.." He says, leaning on the wall as he crossed his arm; watching you brush your hair.

"I don't like it..”