"By god it doesn't even work on horse power. What do you call this magnificent creature?"

I looked over at Prince Harry, my face scrunched with distress as I watched him repeatedly stroke the leather seats with wide amazed eyes, trying to move closer to the passenger window only for his body to be restrained back by his seat belt which I could tell was annoying him even though he tried to hide it.

"A car..." I answered, looking away as I blew out a small breath, hearing Teacher Harry in the back groan silently in his sleep.

It was actually Teacher Harry's car, I found his car keys in the pocket of his jeans and just kept clicking the button on it until I found his car lighting up and beeping in the parking lot.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant." Prince Harry echoed under his breath in disbelief, reclining and inclining his seat up and down with a wide smile, fully entertained as I tried to keep my attention on the road.

Okay, so all I have to do is find the rest of them, I already got three including the new addition Prince Harry who was aimlessly wandering around my school for no apparent reason.

"So, what were you doing at my school?" I questioned, looking down since Prince Harry was laying flat in his passenger seat, still playing with the recline button on the side.

"Funny you say that, I was lounging about in the marble floored living room of my castle with a handfull of beautiful maidens in silk waiting at my feet... and then, I find myself looking for you." He began, his British accent much stronger than the other two Harry's as he placed his hands behind the back of his head and sighed, staring intently at the ceiling of the car.

He seriously sounded like some rich multimillionare tycoon who laughed at different varieties of soft cheese and owned his own grape vineyard in the country side.

"Me?" I asked, flickering my gaze between him and the road.

"Yes," He confirmed, his chair still back as he shifted, resting on his elbow to study my face.

"I awoke in the strangest place, with miniscule blue doors everywhere-"

"Lockers."

"And then this vision appeared in my head. Of you." He said in a slow voice, as if trying to piece all the parts together in his head while he spoke as I felt his intense gaze on me before a long silence fell upon us.

"Maiden, are you my father's whore?"

I swerved the car at his words, my eyes wide as I gripped onto the wheel with sweaty hands, my heart racing as the tires screeched, hearing Teacher Harry slide and hit the side of the car making him let out another groan before I regained control as Prince Harry watched me with wide eyes.

"My lady-"

"No, I am not your father's whore and no, I don't know what Narnia medieval world you come from but you don't call woman whores, not here, not there, not anywhere Sam I Am asshole." I snapped at him, shaking my head as Harry brought his chair back up.

"My lady I apologize, my intention was not to offend you, but adressing the fact you are not the mistress of my father is jolly blinding." He said, clasping his hands together as I scrunched my face while he grinned.

"Blinding?"

"It means excellent, superb, great- oh bloody hell woman! Your ankles!" He suddenly exclaimed, looking down at my legs in my seat with wide eyes as I leaned away from him in surprise.

"My ankles yes! They're there!" I yelled back at him, trying to control my driving as I looked at Prince Harry who was blushing furiously.

"My lady, your bare legs, your skin is showing for god's sake you're practically naked!" He flailed in his seat, averting his gaze from the skirt I was still wearing as he tried to cover his blushing face.

"Did you not notice that when we first saw eachother at school?" I asked, rolling the car to a halt at a stop light.

"I might have possibly missed that detail when I noticed the body of a man you were dragging who, I do say, is quite devilishly handsome." He said in a haughty voice, looking over his shoulder at unconscious Teacher Harry before he looked back at me and flashed me a flawless cocky smile that almost made my heart stop.

I swear on my life I saw a sparkle gleam on one of his pearly white teeths.

Prince Harry suddenly began to take his large gold embroided expensive looking coat off, leaving him in an off creme baggy shirt before he politely placed it on my lap to cover the exposed skin of my legs, adjusting and smoothing the fabric before retracting his hands back.

"Uh, you didn't have to-"

"No I insist, please. I must admit it's more for my sake rather than yours and I regret to inform you that the mere sight of such tan exterior of your exposed skin distracts me more than I'm comfortable with." He explained, rubbing his jawline and clearing his throat awkwardly as he looked out the window, the tips of his ears a light shade of pink from his blushing.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Do I amuse you madam." He smiled, a playful look on his face as he turned to meet my gaze.

"Yeah you could say that. Everytime you talk it's like you're always quoting an essay, oh and you can stop with the whole madam thing. My name's Liza." I explained, driving forward before Harry took one of my hands off the wheel, the cold metals of his gold and silver rings on a few of his fingers brushing against my skin before he brought my hand to his soft lips.

"Liza, what a pleasure it is to be in the presence of such a fair maiden." He said, his voice smoother than melted chocolate as a small smile spread across his lips, still holding my hand as he ran his thumb gently over my skin.

I then belched out a loud burp, making Harry retract back in his seat in surprise.

"Oh you definitely my fav so far." I commented, taking my tingling hand back with a smile.

"Wait! Take me there!" Prince Harry suddenly exclaimed, leaning forward in his seat as he pointed out the window.

"Burger King?" I asked, hesitant as I followed his demand and drove over to the fast food place, parking the car as I looked over to him while he fumbled with his seat belt.

I guess fanfiction characters do eat.

This pussy...

Prince Harry got out of the car and I looked behind my seat at unconscious Teacher Harry, his body splayed across the back seats.

"You want a burger?" I asked him, unbuckling his seat.

I heard him let out a little groan, his brows creased before I nodded.

"Burger it is then." I said, surprised when I spotted Prince Harry outside my side of the car, opening my door for as he took my hand to lead me out while I held onto his jacket.

"Thanks, this is yours by the way." I said, handing him his jacket back as he swallowed, giving me a polite nod and smile while he tried to avoid looking at my legs.

Find a man who can appreciate naturally hairy legs I thought to myself, smiling at Prince Harry as he dramatically entered Burger King, pushing both glass doors open adruptly as he strode in.

"Peasants, you may stay seated!" Harry announced to all the customers at their tables making everyone in the room including the people waiting in line for their orders all stop to stare at him in bewilderment.

"Oh my god." I mumbled under my breath, standing behind him as he stood in the front of the restaurant, chin high and arms outstretched as if preparing himself for a speech.

"I only beseech of you to lead me to your ruler, King Burger." He said in a loud tone, his voice carrying out and echoing through the room mixing with the sound of thick potato slices being fried in the back.

"No Harry this isn't-"

"Ah, you must be him." Harry smiled when a chubby little boy wearing a cardboard Burger King crown approached him, slurping on his large coke as he looked up at Harry with  wide eyes.

"I must say, the Kings are a bit... younger here." Harry whispered, leaning back for only me to hear before he went down on one knee, bowing his head down in front of the little boy who was shaking his drink, trying to slurp more coke.

"King Burger, my name is Prince Harold the fourth and I come in peace. I have journeyed from a far off land-"

The boy suddenly threw his cup of coke onto Harry, splashing him with the sticky liquid.

Harry sputtered out in surprise, standing to his feet drenched in coke, his long darkened hair a bit wet as he stumbled back in surprise before I caught him from behind and stabled him.

"Is this not a declaration of war! By all that is high and mighty your kingdom will fall and I will behead you from which you stand King of Burger!" Harry bellowed through gritted teeth, his jaw locked as he pointed at the little chubby boy before Harry started to retrieve something from his waist, my eyes widening when I spotted the sheathed sword at his side.

"Okay! That's enough! That is really enough!" I nervously laughed out, grabbing his wrists and stopping him from taking out his weapon as he continued to glare at the kid with narrowed furious green eyes while everyone stared at us in shock.

"Come on Timmy, get away from the weird man." A woman who had just come out of the bathroom said, fast walking to her son before she dragged him away as he stuck his tongue at Harry who began to charge at him again until I intervened.

"Woah, woah, let's just go get you some food dude." I said, placing my hands on his broad chest, slightly pushing him back as he calmed down, still gritting his teeth before I brought him to the front register, the people in line backing away eyeing us as I sent all of them an uneasy smile.

"What can I get you." A lanky pale teenager said in a blank tone, blinking at me with an expressionless face as I helped dry Prince Harry with a bunch of napkins from the front counter as he mumbled curses under his breath.

"Uh, two burgers please and a-"

I felt a tug on my shirt, turning to find Harry looking at a little girl skipping with her dad wearing an identical cardboard Burger King crown on her curly haired head.

"I say, is there more than one ruler in this kingdom?" He asked me with a confused expression that was absolutely adorable before I just smiled and pointed behind the cashier at the array of cardboard crowns stacked in the back causing Harry's eyes to go wide in amazement.

"May I have a crown?" He asked me with a childish grin before I nodded.

"Yeah and one king junior please."

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Prince Harry stayed in the passenger side, sucking on the straw of his own cup of coke, looking through his kid's meal with the cardboard crown on his head falling slightly.

"When Teacher Harry wakes up just hand him the burger and calm him down, make sure you explain that I'll be taking care of you guys." I said, nodding my head towards the other Harry who was still knocked out which was kind of worrying me but I honestly had other stuff to take care of at the moment.

"You're like a knoble knight my fair lady." Prince Harry said in awe, looking at me with wide green eyes as I stepped outside and closed the door, locking everything.

"Or a pimp, anyways I'm taking the keys but the windows are open alright, I'll be quick." I told him, making him nod before I turned and headed toward Target.

I immediatly looked for the whistles in the dollar section, wanting to find one loud enough like a rape whistle.

So far the Harry's I've come across weren't as bad as the ones I've read a while ago and I was going to prepare myself.

My advantage here was that I knew their stories, although I've read so much I might have forgotten some of them I still got the gist of things.

I walked down the isles, a whistle and pepper spray in my hand that I had purchased before I heard the crash of a stand of items and products fall to the floor alone with a loud curse from that same british voice that's been haunting me all day.

I turned the corner, finding a different Harry this time by the look of his attire, this one was wearing a dark oversized sweater and his brown hair was a little passed his shoulders in soft cascading subtle curls as he mumbled to himself, trying to pick up the groceries he had spilled from his brown bags.

According to Prince Harry he had a vision of me and tried finding me, so maybe it was natural for all Harry's to come to me eventually... I just had to find out which one this one was.

"Here, let me help you." I approached him, crouching down in front of him as I collected his things on the ground making him snap his gaze up to meet mine.

"Thank you, sorry I'm just- I'm a tad clumsy." He smiled, chuckling to himself a bit averting his eyes back down to the floor as we gathered everything.

"It's fine." I politely said, studying him as I placed my whistle and pepper spray in the pocket of my jacket before picking up the stand that was on the ground as this Harry stood to his feet, holding his brown bag of groceries in his arms again.

"I really do appreciate it, I've been flustered lately trying to get this Greek recipe I'm currently working on and I was worried I got my spices mixed." He said in a shy tone, sending me a grateful smile as I blinked at him.

Recipe... okay, this was definitely Chef Harry in that one fanfiction I read.

This one was the culinary perfectionist, alright, not bad.

"Uh, that seems like a lot of stuff you're carrying. Would you like me to help you take it to your car?" I asked, wondering how the hell I was going to get him in my car.

Prince Harry went with me willingly so that was easy, maybe I could just knock this one out just like I did with the teacher.

"Oh I actually walked here, my place is like right across the street from here, yeah it's pretty convenient but uh- I would actually appreciate some help." He said, blowing out a breath of relief and nodding as I took one of the bags from his arms.

"I'm Harry by the way." He said, trying to maneuver the other bags in his arms to outstretch his free hand out for mine with a friendly smile.

Yes I know.

"Liza." I introduced, shaking his hand while trying to come up with a plan on how I was going to kidnap him.

We walked out of the store, me holding a few of his bags of food and vegetables as we talked and he lead me to his one story house across the street.

He wasn't bad, he was actually pretty normal especially compared to the other Harry's.

"Uh- you can just place the bags on the kitchen counter," He said, biting his lip as he walked inside his house first, trying to keep the door open for me with one of his long legs as I went inside, checking the room.

Wonder if I could just tie him to a chair and then drag him outside to the parking lot where I parked the car.

Where can I get rope though...

I placed the bags down on his kitchen counter, my eyes wandering around the cozy welcoming neatly kept living space as Chef Harry started to straighten out all his spices.

"Make yourself at home, I just need to look for- oh god did I break the eggs." He murmured the last part to himself, a worried expression on his face as he peered down at one of the grocery bags while I made my way into his living room, taking in every detail.

This place looked familiar, the white furnitures, the gray and black pillows.

I took in a deep breath, smelling the scent of fall leaves and pumpkin making my eyes flicker to the candle on the mantle of the fireplace.

Why did this all seem so familiar.

My body stiffened, my palms immediatly sweating when a quote from a fanfiction I had read a long long time ago popped into my head.

He called me pumpkin.

"Hey pumpkin, you think you could try out the new recipe I'm using? I could use some good constructive criticism." I heard his voice call from the kitchen, the sound of a knife dicing food in the other room echoing through his place as goosebumps formed over my skin.

The quote in my head began to expand and everything became that much clearer.

He called me pumpkin because he loved to carve, he loved to hear the screams I would make when he pushed me down to the floor of his plush carpet, gently running the tip of his knife against the bare skin of my back.

I gulped, looking down to find myself standing on that same dark rug that was mentioned in that one fanfiction.

Oh god.

No, anything but that fanfiction story.

This wasn't Chef Harry at all.

I walked back out into the hall, breathing heavily as I peeked my head and watched Harry in his kitchen, smirking to himself as he sharpened two large knives together, the metal scraping against one another before his dark green eyes flickered up, connecting with mine before he placed the knives downs with a mischevious smile on his face.

"So pumpkin, how about you stay for dinner."