Run(a)Way S.T

I wake to a foreign surrounding. The room is large with goldish wallpaper and dark furniture. I am lying in a big bed with matching sheets and loads of pillows. I sit up to find I'm still in my same clothes from the other day. I vaguely remember landing, but from there it is blank.
Harry! I suddenly shoot up. I must phone Harry- what time is it? I climb out of bed and look around for my things. Where the hell is my bag? My phone?
I can't find it anywhere and I feel the panic rise. What time is it? Zoe must be dying with worry and Harry too- arriving to pick me up and finding me gone and not answering.
I growl in frustration and start throwing things out of my in search for my belongings.
"Where is it?!" I yell in frustration. My anxiety is back and I am shaking. I throw more things around causing load crash sounds. Niall and Luke rush into my room. With one glance Niall runs over and catches me from behind, pinning my arms to my sides so I'll stop making such a mess.
"Where is it?! Where is my phone? Harry?!" I scream. Angry tears falling onto my cheeks.
"Eleanor- breathe.." Niall orders me.
"Luke- get Liam!"
I try to break free of his hold while trying to get air into my lungs.
"Ellie- if you stop fighting me and calm down I'll get your phone," He says holding me tighter.
I then stop moving, my body going limb and we both slide to the floor. Niall holds me against him as I cry. I feel so small and alone and lost.
Liam comes running into the room, coming to a stop with a slid.
"Ellie!" He falls to his knees beside me. I am still held by Niall and Liam places his hands on my legs.
"It's OK. .. take a deep breath.. you're alright," he says over and over again.
"Niall - let's get her up onto the bed," Liam decides. With no effort noted Niall lifts me onto the bed, Liam sits himself besides me.
"What is going on? Feel like explaining?" Liam questions once I calm down some.
"I need to call Harry! I need to explain.. and my bag- my phone it's missing," My voice shakes so I stop.
"I placed your bag right over there," Liam points at an empty chair.
"Damn him!" Liam shoots up to his feet.
"What's the matter?"
"King dick! That is the matter! I bet you he took it!" Liam spits in disgust.
Liam stumps to the door and I follow after him.
"Dad!" He shouts across the halls.
"Dad! What have you done with it?!"
"Liam stop with this racket at once! You would think you were raised by commoners, " King Philip frowns. I gasp at his words and that is when he realizes I'm here too.
"Well you know what I mean," he waves his comment off.
"Where is Ellie's bag?" Liam demands to know.
"I ordered it away.. we will get her a new one," he says in dismissal.
"But my things! My phone!" I exclaim.
"What about them?"
"I need my phone! I need to-"
"Call that model toy of yours? Elena.. you're better off without that ball of anger."
"His name is Harry and he is good and kind!" I snap anger rising.
"Oh you believe that do you?" With the snap of his fingers a maid hands me over a tablet. There is a short video of Harry outside my flat. He is dressed in his suit for the gala. He looks so handsome. Then, he snaps and beats up one of the paps. There is no voice so I don't know what was said to tick him off however it is irrelevant in my eyes. If Harry snapped there is a good reason.
"This doesn't mean a thing," I dismiss the clip.
"You cannot be associated with these types of People Elena! You're the god damn princess for crying out loud! You need to show the people that even though you just only returned you are still royalty and still graceful and do not take part in such fights," the king tries to explain.
"What would you know about grace?" I furrow my brows at him in anger.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me! From the moment I met you- you've been nothing but ungraceful! You are controlling and mean! And Harry is a better man then you would ever be!" I claim crossfuly. With that said I turn and storm off.
How dare he say such things! I wipe the angry tears and try and find my way back to my room. I notice the big doors and slam them closed behind me. I fall then to the floor and let the tears come. How have I agreed to come to such place? What kind of father is this King to Liam?
"Elena? What is the matter?"
I look up startled. Eva is beside me, worry in her eyes.
I look around. I'm in the wrong room.
"Oh.. sorry.. I guess I've mistaken the room," I explain in a shaky voice.
"It's no problem darling- why are you crying? What has happen?" She touches my arm.
"King di- Philip.. he took my bag and belongings away.. I didn't get to say goodbye.. and I need my phone.. I need to call Harry.. my friends.. I never got the chance to say goodbye," I sob.
"Oh honey! He didn't!"
At that moment I hear Liam calling my name. Eva hurries to the door letting him know I'm with her. "Dad is such a dick!" He scoffs.
"Liam that's the king of Denmark you're talking about," Eva scolds him half heartedly.
"Here, Niall was able to track down your phone," Liam hands it over.
"Oh my gosh! Thank god! Thank you!" I exclaim, relief washing over me.
"Why don't we give Elena some privacy darling," Eva touches Liam's arm, linking her arm with her son's as she steers him to the door. I am left alone in the king and queen's room. I take a moment to look around. It is big and fancy. On the bed sides are photos of the family together a good few years ago. I am in the photo- just a baby. Everyone seems so happy, even Philip. I sit on the bed and look through my phone.
Shit.
Everyone is looking for me. Zoe, Harry, Lila and Anne.
I am not sure what time it is in the UK, however the first one I call is Harry.
"What the hell Eleanor?!" I can hear the anger through the phone- I can feel it.
"I- I- they made me leave.." I stammer.
"What do you mean? I was out looking for you the whole day- your parents are worried sick! Zoe and Lila are worried- my mum- we almost missed the gala," His voice gets louder and louder with every word.
"You spoke to my parents? Did he keep his word? Are they out?"
"They are home- what are you talking about? I'm coming to get you- where are you?"
"Denmark.." I whisper.
"I'm on my way- wait! Denmark?"
"I was trying to tell you.. Harry.." my voice cracks.
"So you left? What happen to you saying you will stay? That we will work this out?" His anger turns to hurt.
"I didn't have a choice," I try to explain, my voice is shaking, trying hard to hold it together.
"You always have a choice Ellie," He causes.
"No.. not with king dick.. Harry he made me a deal.. he'll drop the charges against my parents if I come home - to Denmark. "
"So you took the deal.."
"I had no choice I won't let them go to jail!" I snap.
"Why didn't you call? You left with no goodbye."
" I thought I had time-" A sob escapes my lips. "I thought I will have a chance to explain.. to pack my things to say goodbye to all my friends.. have one last special outing together before.. but he got me on a plane before the words were out of my mouth," I am full on crying now.
"He took my phone.. Liam only now found it," I sob.
"That son of a bitch!"
"I hate him Harry... I really do."
"Hey hey... don't cry Ellie.. baby.." Hearing him say those words make me go into a full on histerical crying fit.
"Ellie! Baby! Listen to me! Take a deep breath- come on breathe," he orders me.
I try my best to follow his order. It takes me a while to calm down but he stays on the phone the intaire time.
"Does your mum hate me?" I question once I settle.
"Never! She just thinks something terrible happened.. which she is right," he sighs.
"I wish I could come right back.."
"Maybe you can..." He wishes.
"This place is so cold and extravagant," I complain.
"Tell me about it."
"Everything is so big.. and there is gold lining everywhere.. there are guards at almost every door and staff and it's so quiet all the time I feel like screaming!"
"So scream... king dick might give you a break then," Harry chuckles. I miss him. His smile his face.. those dimples. I take in a shaky breath.
"Will you come out Harry? To visit? Eva said I can have you over.. I could probably send a jet or something," I state hopefully.
"Most definitely.. I'll see what I can do," he promises.
I feel slightly better when we end the call, his promise giv8ng me something to look forward to.
Next I call Zoe and Anne. I insisted on working from Denmark, Lila sending me the lists we made, and I have asked Niall to get me a laptop with all the adobe programs on it.
Working got me into step and made me feel in control again.
A few hours later I am summoned to a royal meeting which Liam fetches me for. I am reluctant about it but attend even though, knowing I should pick my battles carefully.
"So for starters," Dean opens up. We are all sat around a big table Philip and Eva sitting at the head as equals which is quite funny since they are not. I find it strange that Dean is leasing the meeting, sure that Philip would be the one to do so.
"As this is Elena's first meeting we will go over some ground rules."
"Well I think we should start with the fact that she grew up answering to Eleanor and since that is who she grew up to be we should call her by her name," Liam says coldly.
Dean glances over to Philip. So he is the one conducting this after all. Philip gives a short nod and Dean continues.
"Very well, princess Eleanor. We shall start with dress code. You will be assigned an assistant who knows the different events and dress codes of this family and will help you choose wisely."
I press my lips knowing there is more.
"Also you will take on charities at least 3 to start with, we can add more once you get a hand on things," Dean glances at Philip.
"Is that all?" I ask.
"No. You will have a sit down with the press and give them an interview which will be monitored by us. You will only answer the questions that are looked over by myself and your father and answer as instructed," Dean explains.
"Oh wow," slips out of my mouth.
"Is there a problem Elena- Eleanor?" Philip questions.
"I can't dress myself or answer or do what I want..." I say slowly.
"Correct," Philip answers, a smirk to his face.
"Just like I figured prison would be like."

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