"Can I have your blessing to marry your sister?" Prince Louis asks. I tear my eyes away from the ground to look at him. He wanted to marry Gemma? He had just met her and he was asking for my blessing? I won't let my sister marry a man she just met! 

"Um...sure," I stammer. 

"Thanks mate!" He says. He pulls me into a seriously unexpected hug. His arms were strong, not letting me go. I felt myself melt in his arms a little bit. I could feel the scruff of his stubble on my neck and his lips against my shoulder. 

"On one condition," I mutter. He pulls away from me, his hands still on my hips as he searches my eyes for what my condition was. 

"What is it?" He asks, eyebrows furrowing as stares at me. 

"When Gemma moves in with you, I want to move in as well. I live with my Stepmother and she's so--" I'm interrupted by a long bell. My eyes widen and I'm lurked back into the reality of my situation. I turn towards the nearest exit, ripping myself from the boy's hold. I run like my life depended on it. I wasn't sure how I was going to get home if my transportation turned back into vegetables.

"Wait!" The prince calls. I normally would have turned back and ran for him, but I couldn't let him see me like I normally was. I continue until I get to my carriage which had already started to turn a darker shade of green. I slip in, startling the coachmen who jumps and starts as he sees how worried I look. I had to hand it to the man, for a tomato he sure knows how to drive a carriage.

We get home in record time. I jump out of the carriage just as it turns back into its normal Watermelon self. I sigh, struggling to pick it up and carry it back to the remains of our greenhouse. 

When I get to what was left of the garden I see that the greenhouse had been put back together; the windows were shinning and all the plants seemed to be in the right place. I set the Watermelon down, picking up a note taped to the door.

You're welcome and I hope you had fun.

~Z

I smile as I open the door and carry the Watermelon back inside. Once I place it down I go back and pick up the 4 onions and the tomato and carefully place them in the garbage. The onions weren't ready to eat yet, and I had no clue how to replant them. The tomato was crushed, probably from trying to get here so fast. 

I go inside and to the bathroom. The fancy suit was gone, replaced by my lame shirt and trousers. My hair was curled up still, a little messier than before maybe, but still the same. 

"That just happened," I mutter to myself as the door to the house opens.

"Harry!" Stepmother yells. My eyes widen and I dart out of the bathroom and into the main entrance. Stepmother was standing in the middle of the doorway. I could see Niall and Liam to either of her sides, but I didn't see Gemma. 

"Yes Madam?" I ask. My breaths come out hard and uneven. Where was she? Did the prince keep her there? Did Stepmother throw her into a well and run away? All seemed likely.

"Harry you did marvelous with the greenhouse! I haven't seen it that clean in years!" She smiles at me for a moment and than swirls past me and into the house. Niall and Liam walk in smiling.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" I ask them.

"We're going to be living in the palace! Apparently the prince thinks your sister is pretty, because there's a rumor that they're getting married!" Niall whispers.

"Think about all the hot princesses we'll meet!" Liam adds. I try to act as if I hadn't already known that.

"That'll be great," I mutter as Niall and Liam head to bed. Where could she be? If only I had stayed. If I had just been a good brother and watched out for Gemma I might know where she was. I walk into the kitchen and take a seat, looking at nothing, wondering where my older sister had gone. 

~_~_~

I woke to a knock. I lift my head and rub my eyes. I slowly stand and walk to the door, opening it to reveal a royal guard.

"I am here for Katherine, Niall, and Liam Payne," The guard says. It takes me a while to process the information, but when I do I smile. 

"Madam! The royal guards want to see you! Niall! Liam!" I call. I wait a moment and call for them again. I sneak a glance at the guard to see that he was getting impatient. 

"Harry?" I see Liam come from his room. He wore his blue footie pajamas and his hair was sticking up to either side of his head. 

"There's a guard that wants to see you," I tell him. He let's out a yawn as he walks to the door, rubbing his eyes. 

"Where is Niall and Katherine?" The guard asks impatiently.

"Sleeping? It's 4 in the morning, what do you expect them to be doing?" Liam snaps. I watch in shock as the guard pulls out a thing of rope and binds Liam's hands together.

"What are you doing!" Liam shouts .

"You, and the others, are under arrest," The guard says. Wow this was getting interesting, "you Curly, go get the other two will you?" I smile and run up stairs. I open Niall's room and see him curled up in his bed, sucking his thumb.

"Niall there's a guard downstairs that wants to see you!" I shout happily. Niall sits up and yawns, "What are you doing in here?" 

"Your brother is in handcuffs. I would go downstairs if I were you," I advise. I watch as Niall furrows his eyebrows and hurriedly makes his way downstairs. I smirk as I walk to Stepmother's room. I open and see that she was not sleeping, but sitting in her bed, her back facing me. 

"Madam, the guards are downstairs, they would like to speak with you," I tell her. She stands, smiles, but before she leaves she takes one of my curls and twists it around her finger.

"If you tell any of them what has been going on here I will be sure to make your life a living hell," She spits. I nod, not wanting to know what she still had up her sleeves. I follow her downstairs to see both Niall and Liam bound by the wrists. 

"Katherine Payne you are under arrest for the emotional and verbal abuse of Gemma and Harry Styles," The guard states dramatically. I try to contain my excitement. No more attic! No more cleaning! No more Stepmother!

"I wouldn't mistreat a fly!" Stepmother says, placing a hand to her heart. I cough, looking at her. Had she gone mad? Not even moments ago she had threatened me and now was claiming to be innocent? 

"Ma'am, I don't make the rules. If you would like to argue your freedom back you'll have to speak to the prince, but first you'll have to come with me," He says. 

She slowly walks to the guard, muttering, "Why I never!" The guard binds her and she turns to an odd angle as the rope becomes too tight. I see two more guards appear each taking one of my rotten stepbrothers. A moment later they were all gone, leaving me alone in the house. What now?

"Harry!" I turn and see Gemma standing by a carriage, arms wide open. I run to her and engulf her in a hug. 

"We did it," She mutters. 

~_~_~

Hey guys! Just a quick heads up this is not the end! Besides that: I had a book out called The Secret Safe Haven, but I've taken it down because it was terrible. Would any of you like me to write a different Greek gods Larry fanfic? Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! ~B