"So, if you're going to go to this ball of yours then you're going to need a way to get there." The guy taps his chin and looks at me. It was weird being looked at for once, I mean usually nobody every gives me a second glance.

"Right, but um, Stepmother has the carriage for the night."

"Yeah, I got that, I'm not dumb. So, do you perhaps have any large fruit or vegetables?" He asks. Our garden wasn't very big and Gemma mostly took care of that, but I had gone over there every once and while.

"Um, I'm not sure, I mean I can show you to the garden if you'd like." I say. He nods, so I walk in front of him and lead him to the small greenhouse we had. I unlocked the latch and opened the door, following him inside. 

"This is...it?" He asks. I nod, extending my arms to show the place off.

"I said it was small."

I watch him as he walks towards one of the Watermelons we had. The few Watermelons that did grow this year were very small, and were very deformed.

"I guess this will do," He says. He rubs his hands together and takes a breath before setting them against the green skin of the melon. He mutters something under his breath that I don't catch. He stays like that for a moment before standing and smiling at me. I didn't know what the big deal was until I noticed what was happening behind him. 

I nearly faint as I see the Watermelon grow. It grows until there's barely any room for Zayn and I to stand. Once the thing stops growing I see that it has taken on a new shape as well. Now, the Watermelon was no longer a Watermelon, but a carriage. It was shaped like the Watermelon was, and was a light green color with stripes. The wheels were made of brass and looked like they would fall apart at any moment.

"Good, now we need some horses, to pull the thing." Zayn taps his chin again, looking around what was left of the greenhouse. Finally he plunks 4 small onions from the rest and takes them outside placing them on the ground. He does the same thing he did to the Watermelon and when he pulls away four pure-white stallions take form. 

"Last, but not least, we'll need the little guy that steers."

"You mean a coachmen?" I ask. He waves me away and heads back inside, plucking a ripe, red tomato off its plant and taking it outside.

"What did you call it again?" He asks.

"A coachmen?" I repeat. He nods as he places his hand, yet again, on the tomato. He grows outward and turns in the ugliest man I've ever seen. He's cheeks were red and he wore the strangest red suit that I'd have ever seen, but I couldn't say too much about his features as he was a tomato. 

"Okay I thing we are all set!" 

"Um, the carriage is still in the greenhouse," I point out. Zayn rolls his eyes and waves his hand. With a pop, the greenhouse explodes, leaving the carriage open.

"Happy?" He asks.

"Happy? You just blew up my greenhouse! Stepmother's going to kill me!" I gasp as he shrugs, waving me off. I'm literally going to be murdered for that. 

"I feel like I'm missing something," He mutters. I sigh, leaving to chain up the onion, no horses, to the carriage, which used to be my Watermelon. I'm done tying the horses up, and is beginning to show the tomato-coachmen to his seat when Zayn jumps.

"That's it, you look like a pauper! If you want to go to a ball you have to look at least a little presentable," He says. I turn to face him. I wasn't offended by the pauper comment, you can't be offended by the truth, but I thought I looked at least a little presentable.

"Okay, so, suit?" He asks. I shrug, to be honest I just wanted to get this over with. The boy was confusing me and making my turn spin. 

A golden light swirls around me, coating me in a golden pixie like dust. As it falls on me my clothes are slowly dissolved away and are replaced with a new cloth. The new clothes are a little tight, but I guess that was the point. The pants hugged my bottom and the front was tight on my chest. Finally the golden dust slowly leaves; leaving me in my new suit.

"I like," Zayn says. I look down, and see that I was wearing a normal black tux with a navy blue tie. I touched my hair, not sure if it had changed at all, to find my curls were left alone.

"Okay, you should be ready. Oh, and the carriage and your vegetable army will turn back to vegetables at midnight, so do whatever you need to do before then," Zayn warns, I nod, taking a seat inside the carriage as it starts to move. Zayn waves as I move closer and closer to the castle.

~_~_~

"Did you see her dress?"

"Who knew pink was in!?"

"The prince has been looking at her all night."

I've heard mutters of the beautiful girl the prince had been with all night, but I had yet to see her. I make my way through the crowds of people to see the prince's back. He was whirling the mystery girl around and when she turned to face me, she screamed.

"Harry!" She ran out from the prince's arms and to me, giving me a hug. I look over her shoulder to see the prince.

He was more handsome than I thought. His brown hair was swept to the side, and he wore a white tux with buttons and laces all over the place. He had piercing gray/blue eyes and wore a gorgeous smile. In case your wondering, no I am not crushing on the prince.

Okay, maybe a little.

The girl pulls back and I get a look at my sister. She was huffing and puffing from dancing all night, but she was there.

"Gemma!" I smile and kiss her cheek. When I come back, I see a hand on her shoulder, and when I look up I see it belongs to the prince.

"Hello, you must be Harry, Miss. Styles has been talking about you all night," The prince says. His voice was higher than I expected, but it fit him.

"Really?" I ask. He nods and holds out a hand for me to shake. I shake it, secretly freaking out inside. I never thought the day would come that I would be shaking hands with royalty. 

"He seems very kind," Prince Louis says.

"He is," Gemma mutters. I smile at her as we start into an awkward silence.

The prince turns to Gemma, "Well if you don't mind, I would like to have a word with your brother alone." Wait me? Alone? Gemma nods, letting him lead me out of the busy ball room.

"Sorry, it's much to crazy in there for my taste," He says. His shoulders sink a little bit and he moves a hand through his hair which seemed to have so much hair spray in it could probably hold back an army.

"I'm usually not this uptight, but my father wants me to be as professional as possible," He apologizes. 

"It's fine, I wouldn't really know any different," I tell him. He nods and we walk for a while in silence through the fancy halls of the royal palace. 

"So what is it you wanted to talk about?"

"I wanted to ask for your blessing," He says. I look at him like he's crazy for a second. "I know it's early and all, but I think she's the one," 

"You want my blessing for what?" 

"I would like to marry your sister."

~_~_~

Hey guys! So Johannah passed away earlier this week and honestly I don't know how to feel. Louis and his family are going to be in my prayers for the following weeks leading up to Christmas. I couldn't imagine how much pain they're going through right now. Thanks so much for everything you do and I hope you enjoyed! ~B