Prologue

Running was the only thing that helped my release stress and pain. So that's what I was doing. Running. Running from my problems as always.

I was at a parks running trail. Two point eight miles of pure joy. Headphones in, world out. My feet hit the ground at a steady pace. I was starting to pant as I ran the trail a second time but still going strong.

You would think with all my stamina I would have been able to outrun him..

But I couldn't. I don't think I even tried.

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It's the beginning of a new age. America no longer is ruled by democracy. It was replaced in favor of a monarchy. The new government has brought peace and prosperity to the land. Or so the public thinks. Under good intentions lie rotten hearts. No one knows this like Hope Gracy, the king's daughter.

When she has a so called chance meeting with a Mr. Harry Styles, how will he show her that the world is so much worse than her assumptions?

Will she accept the truth?

Or fight this stranger at every turn?

Copyrighted by a miss @HarrietStyles69. Excuse the foul language but, don't steal my shit bitches! I will find your asses, be afraid. Okay, enjoy!