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charlotte-of-wales · 1 year

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H&M Documentary Review: Episode 1

(my commentary in italics)

- all interviews were finished by August 2022. Members of the Royal Family declined to comment (no shit)

- starting off strong with phone footage at the “Windsor Suite” at Heathrow, seemed to be taken when they are about to leave for Canada after their farewell tour. They show what I believe is another photo taken at the private quarters at BP (also this proves they want to do this all along).

- very raw and totally genuine footage (not) of Meghan in Vancouver taken at the Russian oligarch’s house

- 2 minutes in and I wish I could speed this up. Bored already.

- Harry: “this is about duty and service and I feel as though being part of this family it is my duty to uncover this exploitation and bribery that happens within our media”.

- “This isn’t just about our story, this is bigger than us” oh what would us mere mortals do without having big H here to protect us from the big bad media thank u king

- Netflix exposing Meghan by showing an interview where they ask her Prince William or Prince Harry in October 2015.....back when girly claimed she did not know who Harry was. Spoke too soon lmfao Harry goes “goes to show how little you knew” (because she couldn’t give a straight answer and the interviewer answered Harry for her)

- private footage of Archie and Lili

- ALSO private photos of the wedding showing George and Charlotte and all the other children who were in the ceremony (wonder if they got approval from ALL the parents before showing their faces like that)

- Harry talking about them sacrificing everything like they were going off to war or something

- ‘why are you making this documentary” short answer: money

- They are talking about consent when it comes to showing their kids...again did William and Catherine consent to have their kids’ faces on your doc?

- not the pics of Jessica Mulroney in a doc TALKING ABOUT RACISM

- they met over Instagram bc a friend in common shared a video of Meghan doing the puppy dog filter on snapchat. You cannot make this shit up.

- Meghan said she didn’t google him because she looked him up on Instagram as she didn’t want to see what other people were saying about him but rather what he chose to put out....babes social media is fake did no one tell you that? googling people is how you find out they are on the record for sex offenders or idk have pictures of them in a n*zi costume

- Meghan texting her friends and being like “you are not going to believe this” before saying she was going on a date with H (literally everyone in this doc calls him H idk why but it drives me insane)

- REALLY bored now

- not them showing text messages between the two gosh

- they are cracking jokes but I’m not laughing

- Meghan saying Harry thought she was straight forward and American for inviting him to dinner herself? Hey girly come join us in the 21st century where women can actually ask men out????like????

- Meghan saying she doesn’t like to be all dolled up and prefers looking like herself while having a 100 coats of mascara on

- okay had to turn up the speed a bit I’m so bored

- Harry: ‘I think for so many people in the family, especially obviously the men, there can be a temptation or an urge to marry someone who would fit in the mold as opposed to someone perhaps you are destined to be with” probably the worst quote in this doc so far for me, but I’d love for you to elaborate on that H and tell me which men you were talking about

- talking about Diana making all of her decisions with her heart and I have a LOT of opinions on that but I will not be sharing xxxxx

- LOTS of footage of Diana being chased by the press

- bringing people to question the need for a royal family....quick someone tell Harry without the monarchy he wouldn’t have a thing

- they are using footage from a holiday photo call of William, Harry, Eugenie and Bea to talk about the media being invasive but like.....photo calls are arranged by the family??

- they are talking about the press like they are today what they were like back when H was young and I don’t think that’s fair. Yes, they still suck but there’s more protection especially for the children and they obviously refuse to admit that.

- not him bringing up the Panorama interview...Harry I’m begging you to develop some common sense.

- H: “I think we all know now she was deceived into giving that interview, but at the same time she spoke the truth of her experience” NO SHE DIDNT!!! THAT’S THE WHOLE POINT!!! That’s why the BBC got in trouble, she was manipulated so NO it wasn’t the truth babes

- interesting....Harry talked about the pain of the women who marry into the institution and it cuts from a picture of Diana and Fergie to Camila, Kate and Sophie

- very interesting that Harry acknowledges how hard it is for women who marry in and the amount of baggage he brings and yet he clearly did not prep Meghan for the role in anyway.

- not the footage of Cressida and Chelsy....again did they consent to this?

- VERY awkward picture of Meghan posing while receiving a facetime call from “HAZ”

- Harry comparing Meghan to Diana; the mommy issues jumped out

- interesting that they used a lot of footage of Archie but only one of Lili so far

- Harry saying he had to put on the “royal hat” when Diana died and go out there and shake hands when Queen Elizabeth II did not want that and wanted to protect him and William as much as possible but the public wasn’t having it....

- Harry admits a lot of the stories about him back when he was in Eton are true but also exaggerated.....interesting because they were talking about him doing hard drugs here.

- lots of footage of Harry in Lesotho and people gushing about how awesome he is. Don’t care.

- “Harry is a warrior in spirit and he is a warrior in character” sure jane

- Also for all this talk about him and Lesotho I feel like he hasn’t been back in years?? or at least not publicly. They brought a friend from Eton and the Prince of Lesotho who again Harry probably hasn’t seen in ages. Maybe because any recent friends Harry had are gone.

- Harry said the woman he met twice is coming to Botswana to sleep in a tent* luxury camp site

- the name dropping of restaurants gosh we get it, you go to nice places MOVE ON

- they are now talking about all the issues that come with being a member of the Royal Family like needing the monarch’s permission to marry, not getting to pick your own religion, living in a gilded cage; babes let’s talk about all the privileges

- pictures of Eugenie, Jack, Harry and Meghan at a Halloween party.....oh Eugenie.....

That’s it for episode 1 guys! This post is longer than I expected and probably very messy (sorry) but overall....not impressed. Very boring doc, not a lot of new information and the only interesting thing so far have been the private photos.

I was hoping to make this post going through the events of the doc chronologically but I feel like nothing really happened and it was all over the place? Main things they talked about tho were the beggining of their relationship and a little introduction to the RF’S relationship with the media.

Kinda don’t want to sit through two more hours of this but onto episode 2!

#susx doc

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atalho-s · 3 years

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Sweet Sugar

2 | Oh this town it's so electric

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing descritive and nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut!! but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

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a/n: english it’s not my first language, sorry for any mistake!

Summary: Y/n has always been Harrison’s and Tom’s best friend. Since childhood they’ve always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?

PART 2! If you want to read Part 1 click here

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It was almost 7pm on Saturday and I was almost ready to go meet Tom before we went to the party. I had put on a stylish shirt along with a skirt (a little shorter than i usually wore) and a sandal with a medium heel. After finishing doing my outline, I take the bag with the gift and went down the stairs.

The day before I had found something in the mall, a chain with an amber stone as a pendant. The attendant of the store had told me it meant protection and calm, which I thought was perfect to give to Tom as a way to show that I was there to comfort him whenever he needed it.

As soon as I went downstairs my mother was already waiting for me to fill me with accessories (she always complained that I didn't "dress up" properly).

- You look beautiful! - She said putting a bracelet on my wrist and two rings on my fingers.

- Aw, thanks mom!- I said giving a kiss on her cheek. - I have to go, because I'm almost late, I don't know what time I'll be back, probably before midnight.

-Okay, If you need anything calls us and we'll go get you. - She said and I nodded waving to my father who was in the living room. - Give my birthday wishes to Thomas and a hi to Haz for me and take this pie to Nikki. - She handed me a bag with a pot as we walked down the stairs from the front door.

- Okay, bye mom! - I said and waved down the street.

After walking for less than 10 minutes I was in front of Tom's house, took a deep breath, went up the stairs to the entrance and knocked on the door. I heard some screams to open the door from the inside and a "messy hair" Harry wearing striped pajamas answered me.

- It's Y/n! - He yelled to the side. - Come in. - He said as he gave me space and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

- Are you ready to sleep? - I said pointing to his pajamas. - Actually it's time to children to be in bed, you're right. - and Harry stuck out his tongue.

- So funny. Since we're not old enough to go to the party with you guys, me, Sam and Paddy are going to play video games and watch movies, you know, boys night. - He said as if celebrating, putting a fist up.

- Got it. In fact, what I really wanted was to be with you guys watching movies, much better than a party. - I said as we arrived in the kitchen, where Nikki and Sam were preparing cookies.

- I doubt it, I can't wait to go out and have fun at night. Harry said and I shrugged.

- What can I do? I'm a old lady... - I laughed and greeted Nikki and Sam with a hug.

- I wish my children like to stay in home like you. -Nikki spoke as she took the cookie shape out of the oven.

- Well Nikki, I've already tried to get them on the right path, but they're too rebellious.- I said and Harry and Sam giggled. - My mother sent you apple pie. - I put the bag on the counter.

- Yay, your moms apple pie is delicious!- Sam said opening the bag and taking a fork to taste.

- Teenagers....I don't know what I do with these pests anymore.- Nikki said putting her hand on her hip and watching Harry and Sam fight to eat the pie.

- Did I hear pie?- Paddy came into the kitchen greeting me with our handshake, which I taught him since he was practically a baby, Paddy and I had our little bond, I was his defender when the older brothers made fun of him.

He stole Sam's fork and ran off as he and Harry ran after him screaming.

-Oh God…I don't deserve this.- Nikki laughed. - Honey, Tom is there in his room getting ready, if you want to go upstairs.

- Okay, I'll hurry him.- I said and she agreed, laughing. - By the way, you look amazing! I loved your outfit.

- Thank you Nikki! - I thanked going towards the stairs.

Once I got to the top I walked until I reached the end of the hallway where Tom's room was, knocking on the door.

- Tommy? Can I come in? - I asked and heard a "come in!" from the inside.

I opened the door and saw Tom in front of the mirror finishing his hair. He wore a basic white T-shirt and black jeans, along with a black all star with white laces. He looks beautiful, which made me miss a few heartbeats for a moment.

- Did you like it? - He asked turning to me and opening his arms looking at himself and then at me again.

- Perfect! I loved the all star- I said and he smiled.

- You not looking bad yourself either... New skirt? - He said looking me up and down making me feel my cheeks burning.

- It's old, but I've never used it, I left it for special dates.

- I felt honored now- he said and I laughed.

-Hey happy brithday! - I approached and hugged him feeling his delicious and intoxicating perfume. - Best wishes, I hope all your dreams come true. - I said still hugging him tight and closing my eyes feeling him kiss my cheek when we let go.

- Thank you mate, you and Haz are one of the best thinga in my life. - He said and I smiled seeing him smile back, and what a smile... Damn y/n! Stop thinking things that shouldn't be thought!!

-I have a present for you!-I said, delivering my bag in his hands.

- Yay!! - He got excited sitting on the bed to open it like a child on Christmas Day. -Wow!- he said taking the chain out of the box. - It's beautiful... Thank you so much darling, I love it! - and obviously I blushed even more with the pet name. Tom called all the women closest to him darling or love, which was normal, but whenever he said to me, for some reason, I felt a warm feeling in my heart...

- You're welcome Tommy, it's an amber stone to bring you protection and patience.

- Perfect, everything I need - he looked at me - I'll use it right now! It even matched my outifit- he said putting the chain around his neck and winking at me right after.

- I liked it, it looks amazing. - I said looking at him and he hugged me from the side.

- Hey, we have to go if we don't want to be late.- he said getting up and giving me his hand to get up too.

- Right. - I said, following him out of the room and down the stairs behind him.

- Mom? We're already going! - he yelled, taking the keys from the counter and Nicki appeared approaching.

- You two are rocking huh? Both look beautiful! My baby is already so grown... - she said squeezing one of Tom's cheeks making me laugh and he rolled his eyes.

- Mom...

- Okay, go ahead, and don't drink! Especially you young man - she said pointing at Tom with her intimidating finger. - And don't come back too late.

- Okay mom. I'm responsible.

- Yeah... I'm just more relieved, because the Y/n goes too, she's the only sane one of this "impossible trio." - and I made a face of "proud of myself", puffing out my chest.

-Ha-ha, yeah sure...- Tom replied and I hit his arm causing him to rub it pretending he was in pain.

- I'm the oldest and most responsible, Nikki is absolutely right. - I said and Nikki laughed.

- You said like you're very old, but it's only some months... - He start saying and I raised my hand ready to hit him again, making him shrink with fear. - Okay, okay... Now let's go, because we're already too late. - Tom said opening the door letting me through and we waved to Nikki.

We took an uber and arrived in 20 minutes in front of the party. It was a really nice house, Tom’s friend welcome us on the front door and lead us to the backward, into what appeared to be a small wood structure with a big window at the front, but when Tom and I walked in after passing the door, the place was a lot bigger than it looked. It had a lot tables around like a big saloon even with a dance floor and seemed to be very cozy. When we walked in you could hear an indie song playing in the background, which I really liked as it's one of my favorite styles. Passing through the door we already saw some familiar people seated, including Haz.

- Finally! The birthday boy arrived!- Tuwaine, one of the boys' friends, who eventually became mine too, stood up greeting Tom with a hug.

- Thanks mate.- Tom said returning the hug and greeting the rest of the people who were at the table and I went after him greeting them too.

- Good to see you here Y/n! I know you're not a big fan of parties.- Tuwaine said as I sat between him and Haz.

- Well, it’s what we do for friends, right? - I laugh looking at Tom who was talking to some friends from the school.

An hour passed and everyone was drinking and talking happily. Tom sat at the end of the long table a little away from where I was with Haz and Tuwaine, so the 3 of us were talking nonsense and joking together.

Until a group of 4 girls arrived together, one of them I could recognize as being Gracie, a girl from the school, I didn't know her very well, we were classmates, we did math together, but we never talked. And another face I knew well: Meghan. A girl who do theater with the boys and who was everyone's crush. Tom and Haz were always talking about her, but I had never talked to her for a long time, just the times I would meet the boys at the theater, we would say hello and goodbye and that was it. The only thing I knew was that Tom was in love with her since he was a child.

Obviously that made me a little jealous, which was ridiculous, because I didn't even know her very well and even though I felt something different for Tom for the past few months, it wasn't right for me to be jealous, he was my friend, that's all.

The girls approached the table and Tom got up to greet them.

-I'm glad you came!-I heard him say as he kissed Meghan's cheek and hugged the others. I could see Gracie looking in Haz's direction and look away quickly, which made me raise a curious eyebrow.

They sat down and I saw Meghan walking to the bar with Tom as they chatted excitedly. I looked away picking up my glass with a drink I didn't even know what it was anymore, taking a sip. I heard someone approaching and when I looked up I saw Gracie.

- Hi Haz! Good to see you. - She said and I saw Haz turn a little red.

- Good to see you too Gracie!- he said greeting her across the table.

- Do you guys know each other?- I asked looking from one to the other.

- Yes we did English together. - Haz said.

- You are Y/n aren't you? Do we do math together? - Gracie asked.

- Yes we do! Do you know Meghan too?

- Yes, she is a childhood friend of mine, as she said she was coming on Tom's birthday and didn't want to come alone me, Beverly and Paige came to accompany her.

- Got it, do you want to sit with us? - I said pointing to the chair in front of us.

- I wish, but the girls are already asking me to sit with them, we haven't seen each other for a while, you know, don't you want to go sit with us instead? - She said pointing to the other table where the other 3 girls were looking at her, calling her.

- It's a good idea. - Haz said and looked at me and Tuwaine who agreed, getting up.

So Gracie went in the front with Tuwaine behind her and me and Haz got a little further back, where I poked him.

- Why didn't you tell me you had a crush? - I asked like a whisper so that only he could hear me.

- It's not a crush... She's just a nice girl from my class, that's all. - he replied.

- Haz I know you.- I said and he rolled his eyes giggling.

We arrived at the table and stayed there talking and getting to know each other. The girls were really nice and cool, which I ended up getting along really well with them, especially Gracie, which was funny because we did a class together and we never even said hello to each other. In the meantime, Tom and Meghan had already returned from the bar with their drinks, where Meghan ended up finding a way to sit next to Tom at the other table, which I thought was a little weird, but I ignored it.

After a few minutes Tom approached our table.

- Hey guys, we’re going to the dance floor, do you guys want to?- he asked leaning between my chair and Haz.

Everyone ended up agreeing, getting up and following him to the dance floor, where Meghan and a few others at the other table were already dancing. The song Juicebox by The strokes starts playing, and everyone sang loudly. I was a little behind as I hated dancing, but I also joined in the singing, because Strokes was one of my favorite bands.

Soon after, the song Glockenspiel song by D.I.D started to play. We got even more excited and started jumping singing. I saw Haz approach Gracie, which made me smile, they looked cute together. So, I looked around and realized that I was in a corner alone, Tuwaine had already left for the middle of the floor super excited and the other girls were on the other side, talking to Marcos and Julian. I kept looking until I found Tom and Meghan, they were dancing very close and talking talking into each other's ears, laughing.

(Oh this town, it's so electric Since I got the feeling I can't shut down)

I lowered my eyes finding the ground very interesting for a moment, but I couldn't stand it and looked up again.

(Oh this town, it's so electric Since I got the feeling I can't shut down)

Which I regretted, because now they were kissing passionately.

(We are a mess, we are failures and we love it)

I felt my stomach starts to hurt, and my eyes fill with tears. Why did I feel this way? It was ridiculous and immature. Tom had already hooked up with other girls in front of me, why was it different now? Not understanding my feelings, the only thing I did was run away, I went outiside and went to the front of the house, leaving.

Maybe it was the drink? But I sat on a low wall and lowered my head to my knees and started to cry.

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skippyv20 · 5 years

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What do you think about Meghan Markle? Afro-American woman answers...

Latagia Copeland-Tyronce

, AS, BS(Hons), MSW(Policy)

Updated Aug 1

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Well…

As a woke millennial Afro-American woman, and longtime social justice advocate and writer/journalist, I am quite tired of being bombarded with Meghan Markle news and questions. To be honest, I didn’t know anything about Ms Markle or her work on the Suits TV show prior to her engagement to Prince Harry. And that was a huge red flag to me. This (half Black) woman and small time actress is in her late 30s, someone who has had all the support in the world from friends and family, and the most important thing she has done in life is marry Prince Harry. Really?

That said, I have to get this off of my chest, and it may sound harsh to some but hey, I have never been one to mince words and I dont intend on starting now. I despise Ms Markle because she is the very epitome of everything that I fight against every day: useless celebrity, celebrity worship, selfishness, shameless gold-digging, superficial, narcissistic, backstabbing, weakness, racism (against Black people including her own family), and comfort with white supremacy.

When Ms Markle became engaged to the Prince many American Black women were thrilled, and I do mean thrilled, for her and thought that we, Black women, would finally have an advocate in the royal family, however, I wasn’t one of these women.

After all, I can’t think of or find a single time or incident where Ms Markle has done or even said a single thing in support of the civil rights of Black Americans (whom are still being severely oppressed and discriminated agaisnt in the US), and I looked, despite being half Black herself and having plenty of Black family (most of which she has completely let fall of the face of the earth since she met the Prince).

Indeed, the more I found out about Ms Markle (including her parasitic previous marriage to and longterm relationships with white men in the entertainment industry) and her so-called advocacy and humanitarian efforts*laughs*, the more disgusted I became. And that wedding, where were all of her family? Her Black family? Oh she didn’t invite them. Whoa. I was horrified and I completely lost all respect for her, although I didn’t have much for her anyway.

I think it’s become clear to most Black people in America that Ms Markle is, just as she has always been but even more so now, a useless gold-digging, racist, (having spent almost all of her time and life perpetually seeking out and being around white people, marrying white people, and desperately trying to look like and become a white woman with the plastic surgery, skin bleaching, and constant straightening her hair) narc with no loyalty to anyone but herself. I actually feel bad for the British people because she’s your headache now.

I hope that answers your question:-)

Wonderful! Thank you so much 😁❤️❤️❤️❤️

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When I walked in the room, all eyes were on me, and I couldn’t keep the smirk off my face. I strolled up to Will and Harry, who stood in one corner, together with Kate and Meghan. All but Meg looked at me in complete shock. “You. Look amazing!” The ex-actress hugged me and grinned at me. “Thank you.” I turned to the boys and Kate and looked at them, waiting for a reaction. “They are gong to kill you.” “Yup, you’re so dead.” “She is coming.” I turned around, right in time to see a very angry Camilla take the last few steps towards me. “This! Is not the dress I picked out!” She pointed at the dress as if it’d just killed someone. Probably her honour. “So? I didn’t like the one you picked. And since I have the feeling that you’re taking way too much control over my life right now, I decided to take some of that control back.” I shot her a smirk and turned around, walking towards the other side of the room, where Eileen stood, trying to keep her grin at bay. I laughed at her face. “She’s angry, huh?” “She sure is.” We shared a look, before both of us started laughing. “Who cares?” Eileen pointed at my grandma and I sighed. “She is one of the last ones I’d want to disappoint.” I looked at her and saw her pursing her lips as she caught my eye. “And from the look she just gave me, I apparently have.” Her head maid quickly walked towards us. “Her Majesty would like to speak with you. In private.” I looked at Eileen and she nodded me encouragingly. I followed the maid, who lead me into one of the side rooms, where my granny was sitting on one of the couches.

The maid bowed her head, before she left the room and closed the door behind herself. “Take a seat.” I followed her orders and sat opposite from her. “Would you like to explain why you’re looking like that?” I thought for some time, then I decided to just tell her the whole thing. It was like a dam had opened and all the bottled up feelings finally were able to get out. Before I knew it, I was rambling about the last few weeks, and I could feel the tears burning behind my eyes.

“Is your make-up waterproof?” She interrupted me and I stared at her dumbfounded. “What?” “Is your make-up waterproof?” She repeated, but that didn’t answer my questions. “Y-Yeah, but why?” “It’d be a shame if you ruined it by crying. It does look beautiful.” I chuckled and looked at her. “Thank you.” She smiled at me and stood up. “Anytime, dear. And don’t worry about Felix. I’ll make sure that he’ll be your bodyguard again.” At those news, I jumped up from my seat and threw my arms around her neck. “Thank you!” She chuckled and hugged me back.

She then carefully wiped the lonely tear that escaped my eye away, before she smiled at me. “Let’s go.” She linked our arms and together we walked outside. For the second time that evening, everyone stared at me. But this time, I didn’t have a self-righteous smirk on my face. Instead I smiled. A real smile.

After I accompanied the Queen to her seat, I walked to my own, which was positioned next to Meg and opposite of Kate and Will. On the other side of me, sat a boy that seemed familiar, but I couldn’t quite say who he was. So, I concentrated on Meg and Kate during the dinner and simply ignored Camilla, who tried to kill me with her looks. I was having a good time, until the boy next to me said hello.

“Hi, I don’t know if you remember me, I’m Michael.” He offered me his hand and I quickly shook it. “I’m sorry, but no, I don’t remember you. I’m Abi.” He laughed quietly and shook his head. “I know.” Then he turned to his other neighbour and talked to him, while I talked to Meg.

After dinner, we moved to another room. Couches stood everywhere, and everyone was drinking and chatting. I moved through the crowd, until I reached Will and Harry. “Hey there.” I smiled at them and they returned it. “Where are Kate and Meg?” The two shrugged and I laughed. I quickly caught one of the butlers and took a glass filled with whiskey off his tray. “Thanks.” He smiled at me, before he continued on his way through the room. I leaned against the wall, next to Will and observed the people in the room. They stood and sat together in small groups and laughed or just chatted. My eyes roamed around the room, until they caught Michael’s. He smiled and waved at me, before he stood up and started to make his way to us. I wanted to turn to Will and quickly ask him if he knew the man, but Michael was too quick and soon stood before me. “Hey Abi.” I smiled, but didn’t answer. “So, I was wondering if you were going to attend the ball next week?” He leaned next to me and gently smiled. “What ball?” I turned to him and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you don’t know? There is going to be a big ball next week. A lot of people are going to come.” “Oh.” My eyes moved around the room until they found Camilla, who was talking to her husband and glancing at Michael and me from time to time. I rolled my eyes and turned to the man. “I didn’t know about that. But, I’ll probably attend, well, have to attend.” He chuckled and I couldn’t keep a smile from forming on my face. “Well, would you attend with me? I mean, as my partner?” I could see the hope in his eyes and felt the shock in my bones. I glanced at Camilla, who was staring at me and Michael and suddenly, it all clicked together. Michael sitting next to me, Camilla always looking at the two of us, him asking me to the ball. Camilla was playing hooker. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Michael. “I-I don’t know yet.” He smiled and nodded. “Sure, here’s my number, just call or text me, when you know.” I took the card from him and smiled at him. “Okay.” He nodded again and slowly walked away from me.

I immediately turned to my adoptive brothers, who were trying to keep their laughing to minimum. “Did you two know about the ball?” They shook their head and kept laughing. “You are idiots.” I turned away and walked straight through the room. At first, I wanted to go to Camilla and ask her what she is plotting, but then I decided against it and walked out of the room.

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elegant-phff · 6 years

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Eleven.Hollywood Halloween

Prince Harry of Wales

29 October,2015

London,United Kingdom-Los Angeles,California,United States of America

Ever since the phone call with Alexandra regarding the Halloween party,Harry had been rather excited about going to Los Angeles.He didn't even like Halloween that much.Every year he'd spend the festival by staying at his apartment and binge watching Halloween movies.When he was with Meghan,the plan was also the same since she'd spent the occasion filming.

But this year was different.This was going to be their first meeting after they 'got together'.Harry and Alexandra both knew why they were taking things slow.They both had gotten out of very serious relationships and it would take them some time to cope with it.However,Harry couldn't help but feel so drawn towards the woman he had come to know.She was different,different than everyone else he had been with.

She could brighten up an entire room just by her smile,she was unintentionally funny,the way her face would mold into a funny form as a reaction could easily make a person laugh.She loved kids more than she'd like to admit and she was more extraordinary than she thought.She was humble in a oblivious way.She is the type of person who would cancel everything just to make sure you are okay.That is what made Harry attracted towards the woman.Three years ago ,it was his playboy ways for getting her number but as he got to know her more he found her even more incredible.Her looks were just another bonus.

"Harry,make sure to tell Alexa that she has to meet me once she arrives in London,I have a lot of questions,"Kate said pointedly to her brother-in-law.Once she had found out about the couple's blooming relationship,she was ecstatic.She loved Alexandra and she knew that the younger woman was an amazing person."Yes,ma'am,"Harry rolled his eyes.The older couple had been persistent about meeting both of them as a couple more often.

"When is your flight leaving?"William asked entering the living room."Uhh,in a few hours,"Harry replied looking st his watch.William nodded."Want any drink?"He asked his younger brother as he opened the refrigerator."No thanks,might want to be sober for the flight,"He replied.William nodded.

"Uncoo Hawwie?"George's little voice spoke from Kate's lap."Yes,Georgie?"Harry asked in a baby voice,taking his nephew in his lap."Where are you going?"He asked squeezing his uncle's cheeks."I am going to America baby,"Harry spoke,his voice muffled because of George's tantics."Can you bring me some candies?"He whispered,trying to make sure his mum didn't hear it.

"I heard that,"Kate teased.

Harry made a mocking face at his sister-in-law and turned to George."Don't worry,I will bring tons and tons of candies,"Harry smiled,his eyes twinkling towards the little boy who was giggling in amusement.

"You know,I was talking to Pa the other day..."William began,making his way towards the trio.Harry turned his attention towards his older brother as he took a seat beside them."He was talking about Air Cdre Larsson...who happens to be Alexandra's dad,if I am not wrong,"William said suggestively.Harry raised his brows in confusion,"What are you trying to imply?"William huffed in response,"Are you really that dumb?"

"Apparently he and Pa are really close,as he was saying.Don't you think you guys should tell them?"

"I didn't know that they were this close,"Harry began.

"Yeah,apparently they play golf together,"William interjected.The three adults shared a chuckle,while the toddler future king began to grow fussy."I think he is sleepy,I will put him to bed,"Kate said,taking George in her arms.The two brothers nodded.

"Anyways,we just got together and it isn't even official yet.I will tell them when we are like together together,"Harry explained.William nodded,satisfied but asked curiously,"Do you wanna make it official?"

Harry thought for a few seconds,"Yes."William's face formed into a cheeky smile,Harry was about to question the reaction but was interrupted by William."Look at the time!You will be late for your flight,"William ushered Harry."Oh crap!Yes,I will get going,"Harry exclaimed forgetting about his earlier thought.

"I will go say goodbye to Kate,"Harry said.William nodded.Once he came back,he hugged his older brother and bid his farewell."Let me know if anything happens,"William smirks.Harry rolled his eyes,"Shut the fuck up,I will see you."

"See you!"William then closed the door of apartment 1A.

LAX,California

"Are you sure there are no paparazzis?"Harry asked his private secretary,Edward Lane-Fox."Yes,nobody is notified of your arrival in the States so the paps are not aware.Although it would be best we move discretely as if anyone from the public notices you,it would be a mayhem,"Edward replied,his words coming out as if he had memorized it by heart.Accompanying Harry to the States was Edward and his two RPOs,Lucas and Mark.The two bodyguards were right behind Harry and Edward in normal clothing trying to blend in as much as possible.

"You sure about staying at Mrs.Jonas's place?"Edward asked as they hopped into their designated vehicle."Yup,"Harry replied settling himself."I was specifically instructed to not stay at a hotel by yours truly,"Harry added snickering.Edward couldn't help but chuckle."She seems to be keeping you on your toes,"Edward remarked."Oh please,she truly is scary,"Harry exaggerated.Even the Lucas and Mark couldn't help but laugh at that.

Ten minutes or so later,they arrived at the very posh and Hollywood filled neighbourhood of Beverly Hills."Are you sure this is the correct address?"Edward asked,marveling at the view in front of him."Yes,this is the location Alex gave me,"Harry said,looking at the address in his phone once again.

"Let me call her,"He added,dialing Alexandra's number."Hey,I am outside,yeah..if you could come out...Thanks,"Harry finished the call.A few minutes called,Alexandra came out of the house--more like a mansion.She smiled as she made her way to the SUV."Hi,"Alexandra said hugging Harry.Her face flushed a deep red and Harry kissed her cheek."Hi,"Harry breathed out.Damn he forgot how breathtaking she was.

"This is my private secretary Edward,and my two RPOs Lucas and Mark,"Harry introduced."Ma'am,"Edward said with a polite smile."Please call me Alexandra or Alexa,"Alexandra said.

"I think we should head inside before anyone sees us,"Alexandra advised."Yes,of course,"Harry responded,prompting for his companions to follow him."Are you sure your sister is okay with all of us staying?"Harry asked as they entered the house."Yes of course,it was rather their idea,"Alexandra reassured.

"Summer,they are here!"Alexandra yelled."Do not yell at me,young lady,"Summer scold wadling down the stairs.Alexa rolled her eyes and muttered under her breathe,"Hormones."Harry tried to conceal his laughter but it turned into a snort.

Alexandra looked at Harry with a bewildered expression."Harry,it's nice to meet you!"Summer greeted,reaching to shake his hand."It's good to know the feeling's mutual,"He flashed his charming smile.Alexandra grinned at her sister's flustered face."How is the little one doing?"Harry asked gesturing to Summer's now gigantic bump.

Summer rubbed her hands around the bump as she answered,"Oh the baby is getting restless,constantly kicking,"He was cut off by Alex remarking,"Definitely doesn't get it from you."Summer was quick to glare at her sister with a murderous look but the younger Larsson only smirked.

"A couple more weeks,so I can't wait,"Summer said looking at Harry.Completely ignoring Alexandra.Harry couldn't help but grin at their banter.It reminded him of his and William's relationship.A lot of teasing and joking.

"Are you planning on keeping all of these guys at your living room?"Alexandra asked sarcastically."Alexandra Chase Larsson I will cut you if you do not shut up,"Summer clapped back.

"Let's ignore my dipshit sister,why don't you guys sit down?"Summer said gesturing to the sofa."Oh yeah,sure but before that do you mind if they check around a bit?"Harry asked rubbing the back of his neck.It was evident that he disliked that part of his life."Yeah,of course,no problem,"Summer smiled. With a nod Lucas and Mark made their way around the house.

"Would you guys like anything?"Summer offered."Oh no,we are alright,"Harry politely declined.Alexandra scoffed,"Bullshit,I am making you guys Earl Grey." "Is it okay with you,Edward?"Alexandra stopped to ask the private secretary.Edward on the other side looked baffled,"Uh-yeah yeah,I it's fine.Thank you."Alexandra smiled and made her way to the kitchen.

Harry turned to Summer and asked,"Where is Nick?" "He is showering,he will be back soon,"Summer smiled."So how was your flight?"She inquired."Not too bad considering the weather,"He answered.Summer nodded understandingly.

"How is the States treating you?"Harry asked kindly.Summer took a deep breathe,"It's a lot of American accent and dumb questions."They both stayed silent before burst out in laughter.

"Everything okay,you guys?"Alexandra asked with her brows raised, emerging from the kitchen with a tea trolley.

"Oh we are fine,I was just hearing about Summer's American adventures,"Harry chuckled.Alexandra snickered as she handed him a cup of Earl Grey."Thank you,"He whispered finally recovering from the laughter fit.

"Ray's stories are worth a Jimmy Fallon Mad Libs scene,"Alexandra laughed,placing herself beside Harry."I am willing to give my stories to them as a plot.Only if the world realised how dumb the people of the great USA actually are,"Summer exclaimed.

"I mean come on,they are so fucking racist and gosh,I never thought they'd be this sexist,"She added."I agree to the racist and sexist part.Especially this industry,they are shit,"Alexandra agreed."The Obamas are great though,"Harry interrupted.The sisters nodded in agreement."Probably the only thing good about this country,"Alexandra rolled her eyes.

"Don't say that,you might cause an angry mob,"Summer joked."Yeah,it would only get worse if they hear me agreeing with you guys!"Harry added jokingly."An international scandal!Prince Harry hates Americans?Is this a sign that the Queen wants to take over America again?!"Alexandra exclaimed imitating a deep voice.The group,including Edward burst out laughing.

"Don't let my Gramp hear that,he would love you say too much for that,"Harry added,containing his laughter.Alexandra threw her hair back with a smirk and sassed,"What can I say?I am very lovable."

Their playful banter was interrupted by Lucas and Mark returning from their tour,"All clear."Harry gave them a awkward smile.Summer-who was quick to notice the sudden awkwardness,changed the topic."You know what?You guys had a long flight,I will let you guys rest before dinner'"Summer exclaimed standing up.She gestured for Alexa,"Alexa why don't you show Harry his room,while I show his fellow companions where they are staying?"Alexandra resisted the urge of rolling her eyes at her sister's cheeky tone.

"Sure,"Alexandra replied with a sarcastic smile before dragging Harry by his arms.They ascended the stairs,with a giggling Harry,"Slow down,I will fall!"

"Under my watch,nothing is happening to you,Prince Charming,"Alexandra threw him a playful wink.Once they reached the room's door,Harry decided to play along."Oh,really?"Harry asked in a deep husky voice---his playful tone long gone.He placed his arms in a secure lock around her waist.They fitted perfectly like a puzzle.

Alexandra could feel his hot breathe fanning over her lips.She has missed him,more than she'd like to admit."I've missed you,"She whispered.Harry finally broke the painful distance between them by capturing her mouth in a slow and gentle kiss.They both were trying to savour the moment but it was long overshadowed by the sudden desire that sparked inside them.Soon the kiss became heated.

"We should probably not have sex,literally the first time after we meet each other,"Harry chuckled breaking the kiss but his arms were still securely wrapped around her waist."You are right,"Alexandra laughed,straightening Harry's shirt."I have missed you so much,"Harry said,staring right into her soul.Alecandra felt her cheeks heat up due to his intense gaze.

She finally looked up---only to be met by his goofy smile.Her lips formed itself into a huge grin.gosh the effect he had on me."You are so goddamn cute,"Alexandra exclaimed,the grin never leaving her face.Harry couldn't help but laugh."Look at you,so whipped,"Harry teased.By now,they had moved to the bed.Both laying comfortably beside each other.

Alexandra simply smiled in response.They both stayed quiet for a few minutes.The silence was not awkward,it was peaceful.Both of them trying to savour the presence of each other."I forgot to tell you,this is my room,"Alexandra broke the silence.Harry,who was facing towards the ceiling turned to look at her."Well for now,but I mostly stay here when I am in California,"She added.She was staring at the fairy lights dangling loosely from the ceiling.The dazzling of the lights reflecting in her green eyes.Her mouth was tugged into a faint smile and her posture relaxed.

To Harry,she looked like an adorable puppy.Excited by small things and definitely by getting attention.It wasn't difficult to make her happy,literally anything could get the job done.

"It has a lot of your element visible,"Harry finally spoke."I always thought of it that way,"Alexandra smiled."What's the point of staying if it doesn't feel like home?but for me the two of them are home,"She added.

That's when Harry knew he was gone for."Be my girlfriend?"He blurred out. "What?"Alexandra asked how facing him."I asked you,be my girlfriend?"He said again,slower,as if her hearing was the only problem."Harr--"She began but Harry cut her off,"I know this is the most unromantic and weirdest way to ask you this but come on,what's normal about us?I just need you,so ?"

Alexandra was speechless.Did he really just ask that?"Yes,"She smiled.She knew it wasn't going to be easy but she knew they were in this together.

Harry's mouth stretched into a huge grin and he leaned forward to kiss his girlfriend.

30th October,2015

The day before Halloween consisted of all the last minutes touches to Harry's costume which was the most basic vampire costume.Although,according to his now girlfriend,he was not going to be basic at all,since he was going to be one of the few ginger vampires and also a prince.To which he couldn't help but feel a bit narcissistic(in a good way).Alexandra had insisted on not doing matching outfits because a)it was cliché as fuck and b)there was not way in hell she was brainstorming or changing her costume since it took her 39273 years to convince Marvel to let her borrow the Scarlet Witch costume.

"I still can't believe you are going as Scarlet Witch,"Nick exclaimed.Summer and Harry snickered as Alexandra rolled her eyes."I am not original and I do not want to be original,"She responded."I mean come on,I am a superhero which is an amazing thing and I so will go as my character.What's wrong with that?"She added."You would look like a narcissistic arsehole,"Summer piped in.

"Or I would look like a badarse Wanda Maximoff,"Alexandra implied."In my opinion,I know you will look great,"Harry defended.Alexandra smiled largely at the comment.Summer pretended to barf,"You guys already make me want to vomit and it's not because of my pregnancy."

"That's what you guys made me feel like,"Alexandra clapped back,making her way towards Harry to side hug him.

"We are getting sidetracked,"Nick said,interrupted the moment.The rest of the three rolled their eyes."You are lucky they allowed you the costume from Civil War,or else what would've you done ?"Nick asked.Alexandra shrugged,"I would have worn the costume from Age of Ultron,it's more comfortable than this one."

"How did they allow the new one anyway?"Summer asked.Harry leaned back,listening intendly to the conversation."They released the costume pictures earlier anyways so I begged them a bit and they agreed!"Alexandra exclaimed.

"Lucky bastard,"Nick murmured,only to be slapped on the head by his sister-in-law.

The rest of the day however,was quite uneventful.The married couple were out at Target getting candies last minute since Summer decided to munch most of them.Alexandra and Harry spent most of their time making alterations to both of their costumes.

"I feel odd wearing this costume with blonde hair,"Alexandra commented as she tried on the iconic Scarlet Witch costume."You look odd as well,"Harry replied.

"You don't look scary and fierce like Scarlet Witch,you just look adorable,"He added with a cheeky smile.

Alexandra looked up from the mirror and smiled,"You really are smooth,Wales."Harry simply shrugged in response,"What can I say?I have always been smooth."

"And you ruined it."

Harry smiled."Anyways,what can I expect tomorrow?"He asked,changing the topic.Alexandra looked at him quizzically,"As in?"

"I mean,who are going to be there and what type of people?"He replied.

Alexandra nodded understandingly."I don't know all of the people.But I do know that some of the Marvel cast is going to be there,Kim K,Kendall and Kylie are going to be there and ---Oh David Beckham!"She replied enthusiastically.

"I know him,"Harry replied happily.

"Also,my friends are going to be there so be prepared,"She added in a warning tone.Harry furrowed his eyebrows,"Why?"

"They might just interrogate you,"She said.Harry cringed,"Fuck."

31st October of 2015

"I feel like this makeup is never going to get off,"Harry whined as Mario,Alexandra's trusty makeup artist did his make up.Mario chuckled,"Don't worried sir,it would be out in seconds." Harry groaned,"Please don't call me sir,it makes me feel like I am in an engagement."

"Sure thing."

"How is the progress?"Alexandra asked,emerging from her closet.

Harry looked up from his position,much to Mario's dismay."Holy shit you look hot,"Harry exclaimed with his eyes widened.Alexandra chuckled,"Thank you,kind sir."

"Harry you might want to look forward if you want to get things done,"Mario warned.Harry looked front and apologised.

Twenty minutes later,the group finally emerged from the house and made their way to the Halloween party which was taking place at the Beverly Hills Hotel.

"Fair warning,people here are crazy,"Nick warned Harry.Harry although quite puzzled,nodded.

"My,my,my is that Alexandra?"A Colombian accent exclaimed."Sofia!"Alexandra replied,stepping forward to embrace the older woman.

Sofia looked around the younger woman,noticing her sister and brother-in-law when her eyes landed on the British Prince."Is that Prince Harry?"She asked.Alexandra frantically nodded,"Let's not get things exposed."Sofia nodded understandingly,"No worries,but introduce me!"Alexandra laughed and dragged her to her boyfriend."Harry,meet my good friend Sofia Vergara.Sofia,this is my boyfriend Harry,"She introduced each other.

"Your Highness,it's a pleasure to meet you,"Sofia said politely."Ms.Vergara,please call me Harry.I must say,I am a huge fan,"He responded with his signature smile.They chatted along for a while when Sofia had to go."It was a pleasure meeting you."

Soon enough,the couple met Taylor and Selena,which was rather interesting.They immediately took Harry to a corner and started interrogating him,which much to Alexandra's dismay was out of her eyesight.

The ending to the night was rather interesting."Paparazzis got a tip about the party,"Taylor whispered to Alexandra minutes before they were about to leave.

The party had a no phone rule so nothing inside the party would get leaked for the privacy of the celebrities.The media as well,was unaware of the party until now.

"Fuck,"Alexandra exclaimed."Yeah,paparazzis are rounding up around the entrance,"Selena informed.

Alexandra walked away to make her way to Harry who was talking to David Beckham."Excuse me,mind if I steal him for a bit?"Alexandra asked with a polite smile."Sure,"David smiled.

"What happened?"Harry asked as she dragged him away."The paps are rounding up in the entrance.Which means we will be photographed when we leave,"Alexandra explained.Harry's face turned to a frown,"Shit,what now?"

"Well,we could simply leave separately but the thing is we came in the same car so it wouldn't make sense.Or we could go together--"

"Let's do the latter,"Harry quickly said.

"Harry,don't you think it's a bit too early?"Alexandra asked,concerned."I know,I know but here is the thing.We have to come out sooner or later.Let's do it now.We have each other,we will be there for each other,"Harry explained.

"But we haven't told anyone,"She argued."That's the first thing we do after we leave,"Harry reassured.

Alexandra sighed,"Fine."

Few minutes later,they bid their goodbyes and prepared to exit the hotel."Ready to tell the world you're mine?"Harry asked taking Alexandra's hand."With you?Always,"She grinned.

With that,they exited the hotel.Harry leading the way.The screams of the paps got louder.

And that's how the world found out about the new ground shattering couple.

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thatthingcalledfate-phff · 7 years

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Chapter 13

Welcome to the Alps

Meghan Markle had been an angel in disguise for both Harry and Bella.

It didn’t take long after Meghan left Isabella Clarke’s clinic for Harry to receive a call from the doctor asking him to meet up at The Ivy for dinner that night. To say that the prince was ecstatic is an understatement as he panicked while on a call with William.

“Calm down.” Prince William, Prince of Wales, reminded his brother who’s obviously going through his closet in a storm. “Just pick normal clothes. You know, for date nights.”

Harry sighed throwing a striped shirt he hadn’t worn for too long at the pile on his floor. “This is different.” He mumbled. “And her friend invited me to the Alps.”

William sighed, positively giving up on calming his own brother. “And you’re going?”

“Of course.” Harry answered pulling a grey sweatshirt from his closet and looking at it closely. “I have to go.”

“Does Isabella know you’re going?”

And Harry’s hand dropped to his side at the realization. Maybe Bella wants to talk to tell me that I shouldn’t come with them. He thought going quiet for a few seconds before being pulled out of his thought by William clearing his throat. “Maybe. I mean, her friend was specific on me going. Something about giving Bella a reason to actually go with them.” He answered before looking up at his closet once again. “I have nothing to wear.”

“Seriously?” William’s voice sounded aghast. “You have nothing to wear?” He clarified only receiving a hum from his brother. “I can’t believe I’m doing this just for your date but I’m coming there to help out.”

And, like he said, William had helped Harry picked out his outfit. “Don’t I look too casual?” the ginger asked obviously tense.

Prince William laughed and joked, “I think you should go have a wank before you meet her. You know, so you stop being a sissy.”

Isabella Clarke sat on a corner table in The Ivy fiddling with her fingers as she waited for a certain ginger haired prince. She had come before her nerves can take her rationality over and stop her from coming. She’s scared. Honestly, she does not know what to say to the prince or how she can start everything. She looked up when someone sat in front of her and in that moment, she felt the familiar leap her heart does when she sees Harry.

All she wants is to hold him.

And they sat there, not talking. Just staring at each other; both hearts racing at the mere sight of each other. No matter what happens, as they realized at that moment, their feelings never changed. And she smiled making the prince smile as well. All is well. It felt like nothing happened. It felt like parts of their souls had come back.

“I missed you.” She whispered and he could not take it.

Prince Harry stood up from his seat and walked the few steps in between him and the doctor before cupping her face and leaning down to kiss her tenderly. It was fire. How her lips felt on his made his head spin. And he felt out of breath when he pulled away, resting his forehead on top of hers for seconds with eyes closed. “God.” He breathed out pulling away and looking at her intently. “I missed you too bad.”

It was like nobody else existed but them that night.

For weeks, the two are almost attached at the hips. Everything felt different the second time around- different in a better way. The saying love is sweeter the second time around always ran through Harry’s head as he stared off into space, luggage around him as he packed for their weekend in the French Alps with Bella’s friends. For weeks, he had felt so sure of one thing.

He does not want to be away from Isabella Clarke anymore.

“So, you asked for me?” Prince William suddenly appeared at his doorway, successfully snapping Harry out of his thoughts. “What for?”

“I want to marry Bella.”

And William blinked back at his brother. “I had seen it coming.” He responded nodding his head and stepping fully inside Harry’s room, closing the door behind him. “When do you plan on asking?”

“Well, not this weekend.” Harry answered figuring out that a weekend with Isabella Clarke’s friends is not the proper way or time to do it. He wanted it to be private. Heartfelt. “I’m still figuring out the right time.” He continued in deep thought, a smile stretching on his face. He felt happy. Surreal. He’s not going to let go of the girl. “I want it to be special.”

William nodded, “Well..” he breathed out smiling. “Congratulations.”

“I still don’t have a ring.” Harry suddenly said. “I can’t exactly buy out unnoticed.. With the press following me around, I can’t buy one unnoticed.”

And William had to laugh, “It’s good to hear that you’re more worried about the whole buying a ring ordeal rather than the part where you actually have to ask her.” He said making Harry smile and run his hand through his ginger locks. “I’ll take care of the whole ring ordeal. I’ll schedule for a goldsmith or something.”

Isabella Clarke is far from ready for their trip in the French Alps as she needed to stay back in the hospital due to one of her patients giving birth. Not that she minded. Thankfully, she only needed to put her things inside her luggage when she gets home. She sighed and took a quick glance at her wristwatch. 8:54pm.

“Here you go.” Meredith Grey said sliding over the forms Isabella Clarke had to sign. “I hope you enjoy the Alps, doc.”

Bella smiled and uncapped her pen. “Thank you, Meredith.” She said signing the form and she looked up curiously when the nurse station’s phone suddenly rang.

“Yes, she’s here.” Meredith Grey answered sending a glance towards the doctor who mouthed ‘who is it?’ at the nurse. “Ok. I’ll tell her.” The nurse said before hanging up the phone. “A woman is in a car accident. The woman is critical and pregnant. We’ll need you at the OR.”

Prince Harry looked up at his clock to see that it’s already 11 in the evening. He furrowed his eyebrows before taking his phone off his night stand to see if Isabella Clarke had messaged him. None. Frowning, he sat up on his bed before dialing Bella’s number.

“Hey! Please leave a message!”

“Hey, babe.” Harry said licking his bottom lip. “Are you home already? Can you call me? I’m getting worried.”

And he stayed awake waiting for her to call.

Isabella Clarke walked back in the operating room in a daze. Her ears are ringing, her hands are cold, and her mouth dry. She gave out a shaky breath as she washed her hands- the warm water suddenly feeling a lot colder. She had just broke the news to the family. The mother is dead. She could not save her. The mother of the newly born healthy baby and it broke her to pieces.

Given that death is normal in her profession, Isabella Clarke hoped that no deaths cross her.

For a while, she stood inside the changing room just staring off into space before a knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. “Yes?” she called out, her voice cracking. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

However, when she came back to her office, she felt tears started to fall from her eyes and a sob escaped her lips. A patient just died in her hands. She could not do anything. And even though she knew she had done everything in her power, it still affected her terribly. She remembers how her mother had dealt with her first death, and it was stronger than how Bella is dealing with it. She sniffed and grabbed her phone that’s laying on top of her table.

A few rings and he answered, “Hey.” She sniffed.

Harry can hear the tears and he frowned. “Hey. Are you ok? Is everything ok?” he asked thoroughly concerned and he heard her suddenly sob. “Bella? Where are you?”

It didn’t take long before Harry came inside Isabella Clarke’s office and envelope her into a hug. “It’s ok.” He mumbled kissing the top of her head. “You did everything you could.” He continued rubbing her arms.

“I could not save her.” She whispered shaking her head. “I did everything I could and I could not save her.”

“I know.” Harry comforted and he kept her in his arms until he felt her calm down. “If you want, we can skip the whole Alps-“

Bella chuckled, finally getting a hold of herself. “No. Ginny will kill us.” She whispered pulling herself away from the prince and looking up at him. Their eyes connecting. “I love you, you know.” She whispered.

Harry smiled, his thumb wiping away a tear left on her face. “I love you too.” He whispered back before leaning down and giving her a kiss on the lips. “I love you a lot.” He whispered again. He wanted to ask her at this time. He wanted to ask her to marry him. It felt so right to be with her.

And her ring-less hand intertwining with his, made his heart jolt.

Thankfully, they were on time for their flight to Geneva, Switzerland. “Ah. You didn’t run!” Ginny hollered as Bella and Harry walked towards her hand in hand. “Nice to meet you, princey.” She continued nodding towards Harry who smiled and offered his hand for a handshake. “Oh fuck off. You’re like her.” Ginny quickly dismissed the handshake and went over to give Harry a hug.

Prince Harry gave Isabella Clarke a quick glance just to see her shaking her head at her friend’s antics. When Ginny pulled away, she gave Bella a look. “You know, little bitch, you actually helped into fulfilling one of my childhood wishes.” The redhead said.

“Oh mate. I’m having serious Harry Potter deja vu right now. Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley.”

The three turned and saw Abigail Simons walking towards them with Henry Cavill in tow. “Fuck off, Zabini.” Ginny said venomously making Harry and Bella laugh.

“They’re Harry Potter fans.” Bella whispered towards Harry.

And, for the first time, Harry is face to face with the man who apparently had been there for Isabella Clarke during their break. Harry, tuning out the conversation between the three women, watched as Henry Cavill watched Isabella Clarke with a smile. However, Isabella Clarke does not notice and tugged on Harry’s hands to pull him to the boarding gate because Ginny suddenly pulled the doctor.

They sat on one row. Isabella Clarke sat by the window; beside her is Harry then on the center are Abi, Henry, and Ginny. “Are they ok?” she asked Harry referring to his two PPO’s sitting behind her three friends. “They look like they don’t have enough leg room.”

“They’re fine.” Harry answered kissing Bella’s hand making her smile.

But on the back of his mind, during the entire flight, he could not shake off the image of Henry Cavill smiling at Isabella Clarke. He does not want to look like some insecure boyfriend- hell, he does not want to act like one. And besides, he’s not sure if his sudden jealousy towards the actor is rational.

After a few hours, they arrived in Geneva, Switzerland and as they stood waiting for their bags, Henry Cavill went over towards Harry and Bella. “Hey.” He greeted the doctor who looked up at him smiling.

“Oh Henry!” she smiled. “I haven’t had time to introduce you two a while ago.” Bella continued stepping beside Harry. “Harry, this is Henry. Henry, meet Harry.”

And the two men shook hands.

Ginny watched the scene, her eyebrows arching. Bloody naive, Clarke. She thought. Ginny can see the tension shoot off the men’s eyes as they shook hands and Prince Harry suddenly wrapping a possessive arm around Isabella Clarke’s waist- and Henry Cavill’s eyes briefly looking at said arms. I smell trouble. She thought bounding towards the three. “So, who’s ready to get drunk?”

When they got to the Williamson Chateau, Ginny is already formulating plans on how to keep the prince and the actor away from each other. Even though the two had been civil towards each other, Ginny knew that one or the other might break during the weekend. As he led Henry Cavill to the bedroom in between hers and Abi’s, she sent a glance towards the actor before saying, “You fooled me a few weeks ago.”

Henry gave her a smile, “I apologize.”

But the redhead narrowed her eyes at him, “You love her.” She stated making Henry look at her feigning a confused look. “Oh don’t act stupid with me.” But the actor did not say anything to prove her suspicions making her roll her eyes again before going out of his room without saying anything else.

And that day, even though Isabella Clarke remained on her and Harry’s room for most parts sleeping, the tension is extremely palpable in the chateau. Both men, even though not saying a word towards each other as much as possible, knew to stay away from each other as much as possible.

It just worries Genevieve Williamson too much that she drank half of what she usually does while she hoped that nothing bad will happen during their two days in the Alps.

And as she watched Henry Cavill look at Isabella Clarke and Prince Harry kiss during a game of Truth or Dare that night, Genevieve Williamson knew that there’s going to be a shit show before their trip ends.

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Chapter 21

Hover

It is going to be a wonderful day in England; Prince Harry is getting married.

“Your Royal Highness, you asked for me?”

“Troy.” Harry breathed turning away from the window he was previously staring out at and looking at his secretary. “Did you get it?”

The secretary smiled and nodded. “Yes, sir.” He said walking over towards the prince. “Her plane leaves in three hours.” He continued picking up the military coat laying quite hastily on top of Harry’s bed before walking over to the obviously torn prince. “Shall I help you?”

“I need a few more minutes.” Harry waved him off and Troy nodded before leaving the room leaving the coat back on top of the bed neatly. She’s leaving. He thought looking back out the window. From afar, he can see the sea of civilians waiting by the gates; all hoping to have a glimpse of the Royal Wedding. But that’s all it is for Harry, a Royal Wedding. It’s not a wedding about love but it is a wedding of duty- his duty to his family and nation.

He bit his bottom lip; what he did to Bella is unforgivable. He’s an asshole. Undoubtedly. But, he had to choose. The whole world knows that he’s going to marry Meghan, the whole world is expecting it and he couldn’t push himself to embarrass his family by backing out. However, a week passed after he last saw Bella and he realized how his choices are wrong; how a loveless marriage can ruin his family more in the long run. Another divorce in the Royal Family. He can already see the headlines.

Truthfully and obviously, he regrets everything he had done. He chose to get married to a woman he doesn’t love anymore and he left the one that he’s ready to die for. It’s a fucked up thing. Well, I am fucked up. He thought sourly as he took his eyes off the window and turned to look at his military uniform that he will wear to the wedding.

Bella stood by the lake staring at the water remembering the time when she went skinny dipping with Harry vividly. Regrets? She doesn’t have any. For her, the time she spent with Harry was worth it. As she thought numerous times before and after every reckless thing she had done, I’m a dead man anyway. Although a bit upset that Harry left her last week without a proper goodbye, she figured that it’s for the best. She glanced at her watch and saw that it’s already 5:30 in the morning. By six, the wedding ceremony will be happening.

“Sweetheart, are you ready?”

Will I ever be ready? Bella thought and then turned around to look at her mother who’s smiling at her warmly and she gave a weak one back. “Yes. Are we leaving?”

“Your father is just fixing some things.” Her mother answered and Bella nodded before turning back to the lake once again. Georgia Clarke sighed and walked to the side of her daughter. “What’s bothering you, Bella?”

Bella gave out a huge breath, “Just nervous, mom..” And Harry’s getting married today, mom.

But, even though Georgia won’t say it, she knows her daughter more than anything else. “And you’re bothered about Prince Harry getting married.” She continued her daughter’s statement making Bella turn her head to look at her; she glanced at her daughter with a knowing smile. “Your father and I know..”

“But how..?” Bella trailed off confused; she thought she had been conspicuous, she thought that she’s good at hiding things. Apparently not. And her mother just sighed back and looked away from her straight to the house at the other end of the lake- their house.

“Harry’s constant calls to your office when you were sick and Harry’s secretary keeping in touch with your father gave it away.” The mother finally answered. “At first, we thought that it’s just a normal thing for them to do but I thought differently especially after your stint with the press- that doctor you were with in Sentebale pretending that you two are together, your change when you got back from Sentebale, and then you leaving at the exact day of his wedding. Obviously, he cares deeply for you and you do too.”

Bella shook her head slightly amused at her mother, “I will ruin him if I die, mom.”

“Taking risks is normal, my love. Especially if it’s for the person we love the most.”

“Not when I suddenly die on him.”

Georgia, still not willing to accept the possibility of death imposed on Bella, took Bella’s hand and gripped it tightly. “Don’t say that, please.” She said looking at her daughter who remained looking away from her. “Fight. Please. For your father and I.”

“You know I always will.”

Harry buttoned his uniform slowly. He refused to have anyone with him while he prepared for the wedding; he couldn’t cope with pretending that he’s happy when he couldn’t feel anything anymore. He felt empty and hopeless. Most days since he left Bella, he felt suicidal but still, he fought through it thinking that Bella will hate him if he does die. As he is about to button the last three on his uniform, Harry is taken off his thoughts by a knock on his door.

William, Duke of Cambridge, went inside the room slowly; his face emotionless. “Hey.” He greeted his brother who didn’t bother looking at him. He gingerly took Harry’s cap on top of the table and dusted the top of it. He doesn’t know what to say to his brother. Realizing how he is a part of what pushed Harry to marry, he felt guilty. The past months, he saw the drastic change in Harry. Like Catherine had put it, Harry had lost his light. His will to live. And the more he watched Harry the past few months since he proposed to Meghan and came back from Sentebale, the more he realized that Catherine’s observation is true. “Are you ok, Harry?”

“Yeah.”

The duke sighed and walked over to Harry, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, tell me.”

Harry couldn’t tell his brother anymore. He had received too much chastising and judgment from William the past months that he’s absolutely reluctant to open up. And so, he just sighed and turned to look at his brother with a small smile on his face, “How do I look?”

“Like shit.” William scoffed and Harry just shrugged making the former sigh. “I know you’re in love with her.” He finally said making Harry stop mid step for a second but shook his head and continued walking over to his table and taking his pins. “Harry, talk to me.”

“I am talking to you.”

“Stop being difficult.” William finally said firmly making Harry stop from going around like a soulless headless chicken.

The ginger haired prince gave out a huge breath and looked at his brother. “What do you want me to say?”

“What do you want to do?” William asked back making Harry shook his head laughing almost to himself because of the question. “Do you want to run? I will help you if you do.”

“Stop it, Wills.” Harry said exasperated turning to look at his brother fully. “I’m not going to drag you into this mess.”

“Then say something truthful for once!” William finally exploded although he didn’t yell loudly enough for people outside the room to hear. For William, this is not the time for Harry to act stubborn- it certainly is not the time to act all martyr.

“I love her.” Harry finally said sounding more broken than ever and he fell on his bed- sitting on it. “I love Bella. I couldn’t see myself marrying today to another woman. I don’t think I’ll last a year married to Meghan. There, are you happy?”

And William can finally see how ruined Harry is emotionally. He can see and feel the pain and the unsureness in his brother that it hurt him as well. “Harry.” He said walking over to his brother and sitting down beside him. “Why didn’t you back out?”

“I didn’t want to humiliate the family. Granny has had it with mummy and daddy and me backing out of this is going to be much worse for her and especially to daddy now.” He said remembering that his father is now King.

“And you’re willing to sacrifice your life? We could of had fixed this. We still can.”

But Harry thinks William is only saying this out of pity now, “I’ve made up my mind, William.”

“So, we’ll be there tomorrow in San Diego. We’ll meet you in the hospital.” Gerard Clarke said hauling Bella’s luggage at the back of their white Audi Q5. “Your mom and I just need to finish a bit more-“

Bella gave out a laugh and place a hand on her father’s shoulders stopping him, “Dad, I know. I’ll see you in 26 hours.” She said and her father chuckled straightening himself up. Bella looked up at her cabin house and she bit her bottom lip. “I’ll miss this house.”

Doctor Gerard stood beside his daughter and looked up at the house as well before sighing and looking sideward at his daughter. “You’re still coming back.”

“Yeah.” She said smiling and looking up at her dad as well. “I’ll be back.”

“Bella. I’ll help Doctor West. I’ll be there and I promise you I’ll do everything I can to have you wake up.” The father said as his hand reached Bella’s and gripped it tightly. “I’m not letting you die.”

“I know, dad. I know. I trust you.”

But inside, Bella is already trying to make peace of possibly not coming back. She knew that coming to terms with it will help her to cope- or not flip when she is about to get sedated. Still, a part of her is scared- most part of her is. The thought of not waking up scared her. She never got the chance to say goodbye to friends- a permanent goodbye. If the transplant didn’t succeed, they’ll just know that she died through the Obituary and that alone is enough to drive her insane.

“Well, we should go.” Her father suddenly commented when they see Georgia come out of Bella’s house talking to the housekeeper before closing the door behind her. “Come on.” Gerard ushered Bella at the backseat of the car. Before the car started running, Bella took one last glance at the cabin house she loved- praying to see it once again.

Harry stared at the altar intently; he couldn’t hear anything, he couldn’t feel, he couldn’t even smile. He knew Meghan is walking towards him and the more he knew that she’s drawing closer, the more Bella came into his mind. No, he couldn’t imagine that Bella is the one walking towards him anymore. Reality starts setting in for Harry and he felt William’s arm brush briefly on his back as if soothing him.

But it didn’t soothe him as the thought of possibly not seeing Bella anymore or being able to be near her, touch her, be with her. His reality made his eyes tear up- his heartbeat ring on his ears.

He turned around ready to face the woman waiting to marry him

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Chapter 20: If you need me to be with you, I’ll be there

Carol woke up a few hours later with gentle fingers running through her hair. She found it soothing and even though she was awake, she didn’t open her eyes. She just enjoyed the caress and how comforting it was. It was probably her mom or her boyfriend. She tried to get a better position in bed and groaned in pain. She was already hating to be on bed rest.

When she opened her eyes she found a piercing pair of blue ones staring at her concerned. She smiled brightly when she recognized those eyes. But to be honest she thought she was dreaming.

“Harry...” she said whispering and looking at him.

“Hey darling.” Harry said smiling.

“Am I high on painkillers?” she asked looking around to see if she really was in her bedroom.

“Am I your fantasy when you’re high?” he asked amused.

“Of course not.” she rolled her eyes and he was relieved to see that she hadn’t lost that trait.

“Then… this is pretty much reality.” he kept running his fingers through her hair and smiled when she leaned closer in his hands and was enjoying it.

“What are you doing here?”

“I boarded the first plane after Julia told me. When you called I was going through customs at the airport. I wouldn’t be anywhere else but here with you.” he said and she smiled.

“Thank you, Henry.” she said.

He simply kissed her temple and went to fetch her a glass of water she asked. He was taking care of her and was concerned about her. And Harry was going out of his way to be there for her and her family. He helped Carol to get up and get to the bathroom and she had to fight him to leave her there alone. He made her bed, fluffed her pillows, he talked about non senses and serious things. He told her how Edward found out Meghan’s doing and how he broke up with her. But all of those things happened when Carol was awake. She was always in and out because of the meds. And when he did left her side, he was comforting Maria. Carol’s mom had hugged him tight when she opened the gates and saw him there. Even though they didn’t speak the same language, somethings needn’t to be said and were universal.

He helped Carol’s mom to clean the things from the party doing most of the job for her, he kept Hailey (and even Agnes) updated on Carol’s condition and he literally kicked Julia out of the house a couple of times. He said they could take shifts to not let their friend alone. Harry learned where things in her house was stored so he wouldn’t bother Maria asking for things he might need and even learned where the closest store was so when Maria needed something to cook, he went there to buy it for her. Flavio and him had a really serious talk when their girls were asleep and they both agreed on a very serious legal suit to prevent this thing from happening again.

Bill had to sleep on the living room and Harry made himself a makeshift bed on the floor, beside Carol’s bed. He couldn’t sleep and he watched her sleep. They slept holding hands every night with him caressing her fingers. He had to inform his father and brother he was miles away from home to take care of his friend. Charles and William wanted to know who she was and why he was doing that, but he only told them he’d explain when he got back in London.

It took a week for Carol to be able to get up and down by herself. She was still in pain, but she was able to sit, to walk and didn’t need to be babysat all the time. Her mom reluctantly got back to work (just like Flavio) and Carol spent her free time talking to Harry and chatting on Skype with his friends.

One of those nights, after Carol got up to go take a shower, Skippy told Harry:

‘You’re totally marrying that one, mate.”

(…)

Harry stayed the whole week with Carol. He didn’t mind sleeping on the floor, he didn’t mind that sometimes she slept and left him talking alone, he didn’t mind he had to do some house chores – which was a first for him- but he helped Maria without complaining, he didn’t mind any of it. He’d rather be here with her than anywhere else in the world. And he only left because he had scheduled engagements and his grandmother’s birthday. He thanked Maria for teaching him curse words in Portuguese, her hospitality and all the delicious dishes she cooked for him. She hugged him tightly and thanked him for taking such great care of her baby girl. Carol was tearing up when they said goodbye but Harry would soon come back to Brazil.

He had given her the idea and she had planned a four day trip to Rio with him. Skippy and Lara would be joining them and so were Arthur and Alessandra. Carol wanted to relax and she had asked for her vacation days two weeks from now. Until there she hoped to be fully recovered and without he bruises that remembered her of that horrible night.

What surprised Harry the most was the fact that Rodrigo had only called once and never showed up at her house for the whole week. And it bothered Harry the amount of excuses she made for him. He and Julia were often rolling their eyes on Carol’s back when she started talking about him.

“Well… he’s busy with school that’s twenty minutes from here. Harry was busy with royal business 6 thousand miles from here and he still had a way of showing up.”

“You two are just insufferable today” Carol answered them while the ginger and the brunette shared a laugh.

(…)

Deep down Carol knew why Rodrigo wasn’t showing up at her house. She knew. They said women had a sixth sense and it was probably true. She was playing dumb for a while but right now, she was done. She was really done.

After Harry left, she just waited for the perfect moment to make her suspicions a certainty.

She just got ready (she was almost back in her normal self) and went to surprise him at his college campus. She’d wait for him and have lunch. She’d ask him about it and if he denied (or if he was really speaking the truth) she’d break up with him anyway if her suspicions were wrong. And while she was on her way, she wondered why they had started dating again. It was out of a drunk night. And after that they seemed to have been glued together. But after a whole week of being fussed about and being the center of attention, Carol decided that was the kind of treatment she wanted from someone she’d date to someday marry. She wouldn’t put up with lame excuses and lies (because she could always tell when he was lying). She wouldn’t fight her mom and her friends because of him, because he wasn’t worth it. Cutting the tie would hurt, but she had to this now. One day she’d be over it.

She arrived and waited for the students to wander around campus on their lunch break. She was texting Hailey and Julia and would’ve almost missed when her boyfriend was leaving with another girl. She was clinging to him, they were holding hands and they were kissing while he carried her bag. Carol felt the first pain in her chest. He was cheating on her, again. He was making a fool of her, again. She thanked God for always using a condom, because he sure as hell wasn’t being faithful to her. And that idiot was putting her health in danger by fucking around.

With a new found courage, she walked over them and simply patted his back.

“Going somewhere?” she asked smiling and saw the color running out of his face when he turned.

“Who are you?” the girl by his side asked. “Who is she Rodrigo?”

“He didn’t tell you? I’m his girlfriend.” Carol smiled looking at the girl. “I mean. I was his girlfriend. We had what? Only 8 years together? 8 fucking wasted years. But don’t worry, sweetie, he’s all yours now.” she blinked.

Carol turned to leave and walked away from them. The façade was about to drop and she didn’t want him to see how distressed she was with the situation. He reached her in the middle of the street.

“Carolina… Wait.” he said running up to her.

“Wait… what? You can explain?” she was mocking him.

“She’s just a friend.”

“Save it!” she raised her hand to make him stop talking. “I don’t really care who she is, if she’s the only one. It’s over. This toxic thing between us is over. I’m done. Don’t ever talk to me again, don’t bother my friends and family and please, delete my number from your phone.”

“I’m sorry...”

“The only thing I’m sorry for is all the time I wasted with you.”

Carol walked and left him open mouthed in the middle of the street with his affair about to throw a tantrum. Even sad and miserable, she couldn’t help but laugh a bit. This whole situation would be comical if it wasn’t tragic.

A/N: And I decided to post our usual Saturday chapter on Friday.

For those of you who guessed, you were right: Harry flew over to take care of her! Isn’t he sweet?

The next chapter we’re going to have, for the first time ever, a single Carol and a single Harry battling this tension between them in one of the hottest cities in the world: Rio de Janeiro. It’s going to be a memorable trip, I assure you.

Thank you for your messages and replys.

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Chapter 12

Points of Exes

It’s the feeling of having ice cold water poured on top of your head.

And he ran. He ran as fast as he could to catch her.

But Prince Harry had to stop, panting as he watched the car that held Isabella Clarke drive out of sight. He gave out a shaky breath. “You don’t understand.” He cried dropping on his knees, his hands gripping his head as he broke down- not caring if his friends are now watching him break.

It had been three weeks, four days, twenty hours, and twenty eight minutes since he had last talked to Isabella Clarke and to say that he’s doing fine is absolutely bullshit. His friends knew and, since a moment ago, Meghan knew as well.

“You did what?!” Meghan Markle screeched as the party died down and Harry told her what happened between him and Isabella Clarke. “Please, tell me he’s joking.” She asked looking towards Joss Stone and Cressida Bonas.

Being a more outspoken person, Joss replied, “Reason why we wanted you here. To knock some sense into him.”

And Harry, being smashed with alcohol, couldn’t dodge the slap at the back of his head from Meghan. “You better fix this. I was not left at the altar just so you can fuck up again!” she scolded the prince who just took the bottle of whiskey in front of him and started pouring another drink for himself. Meghan quickly took hold of the bottle to stop him. “Are you going to drink yourself to death?”

“He’s always drunk.” Skippy piped in and Harry glared at him.

“Why do I feel like I’m in some sort of intervention?” the prince asked looking around at his friends. “Like that show- Hoarders.”

Arthur scoffed, “This is a show called ‘Get the girl back’, fuckwit.”

“Hey!” Harry protested.

Truthfully, Prince Harry’s and Meghan Markle’s humanitarian mission in a homeless shelter yesterday was arranged by Joss Stone with the main purpose of fixing the friendship that used to exist between the prince and the actress so that Meghan can knock some sense into Harry. But, of course, the press had twisted everything into something else and Harry’s friends were left to just invite Meghan Markle to dinner in Harry’s apartments- to avoid press of having another issue to write about.

Thankfully, Meghan took to the reconciliation quite well for she had also already moved on.

“Have you even tried to talk to her? Apologize?” Meghan asked looking seriously towards Harry who’s obviously trying to hide his feelings. “Stop being so stubborn.”

“No.”

“He lost his balls.” Charlie quipped and he quickly ducked from the piece of chip Harry had thrown over at him. “He’s scared that Bella will reject him.”

Meghan nodded, “She’ll do that first, of course.”

“That’s what we kept on telling him.” Cressida Bonas finally spoke. “He could not expect a sudden fairytale out of this.”

“Nothing is fairytale when it involves him.” The actress quickly said and Cressida nodded in agreement- both having been involved with the prince.

Harry sighed, “I am still here.” He said before pouring himself another shot without any hindrance.

And, he’s ignored.

“Look, Harry, you better get yourself straight.” Meghan finally said looking seriously towards Harry.

“I know.” Harry sighed. “I fucked up.”

“Big time.” Arthur added making Harry glance at him. “We all know you did.”

And Harry knew that in himself too. Truthfully, for the past weeks, he had thought of possible actions that could remedy his relationship with Isabella. However, he always came to a blank. He does not know how to win her over. He had thought of everything she had went through, the look on her face when she knew what he had done- the pain, the betrayal, the disappointment. But what he could not forget are her tears.

He’s terrified that she’ll push him away or even punch him on the face if he comes near her.

Their conversation was cut off when Troy Hammond knocked on the door. “Miss Isabella Clarke is outside.” He said and Harry’s ear perked up and so did his friends’. “She’s outside with a Mr. Cavill.”

“Mate, maybe she’s coming to you to fix it!” Skippy said happily as Harry stood up, the sudden movement making the drunk prince slightly tumble- Meghan quickly grabbed his arm to steady him.

“I need to see her.” Meghan said following a swaying Harry out the dining room.

But, quite obviously, everything went to shit and now, Harry is kneeling on the ground being pulled up by his mates.

Meghan watched the prince break down as she followed the group back inside the apartments. Concerned filled her being. Even though Harry had hurt her quite terribly before, she didn’t wish any harm towards him for the prince had never maltreated her- minus the part where he fell in love with another woman. But she could see the magnitude of the love the prince has for Isabella Clarke- he could not function without the woman and, as she saw, the woman cannot be rational without the prince.

The other one is too hurt while the other is too scared.

And she knew how to help.

Isabella Clarke rode a cab back to her place. After leaving Henry Cavill a note, she figured that she should not disturb him further and hailed a cab instead. Not having enough sleep and her eyes puffy, she’s aware that she looked like a wreck- she feels like one. But still, she figured to go to work after freshening up at her house. She cannot stay vacant- even for an hour or she’s going to break once again.

By noon, she’s at her office sifting through her files once again while a warm cup of black coffee rested on top of her table. She realized that she only needed to do rounds that day- and her rounds does not start until 3 in the afternoon. So, she was left obsessing about cases that she already knew the solution for- rereading and recalculating every possible option. But a commotion outside her office caught her attention and she looked up just in time to see Ginny barging inside her door and closing it on Kath’s face.

“Ginny.” Bella breathed surprised at the sudden appearance of the redhead. “What are you doing here?”

And Ginny raised her hand to show Bella her phone, “To return this to you.” She answered simply before swiftly tossing the piece of technology towards the doctor who struggled on catching it. Ginny rolled her eyes but sat down on a chair in front of Isabella. “So, I figured, it was not one of princey’s guards who picked you up last night.”

Bella nodded, “Obviously.”

“Damn it.” Ginny sighed. “Princey had a panic attack when he called this morning and I answered.”

Terribly confused as to why her phone ended up on Ginny’s hands, Isabella Clarke sent the redhead a confused look. “Harry called?”

“Uhh. Do you have any other prince charming in a white horse other than the actual prince and superman without the cape?” Ginny asked and Bella can feel the curiosity in his question- she wants an actual answer. “What’s going on, Clarke?”

“Just a bump on the road.”

Ginny scoffed, “Two bumps?”

“Just one.” Bella answered quickly shaking her head. “Henry is just a friend.. I wasn’t even the one who called him last night.”

The redhead stared at the raven haired woman before her contemplating for a few seconds, debating whether or not she’s telling the truth. But, of course, she also knew that Isabella Clarke is not one to say bullshit and actually get away with it. And so, she sighed and nodded. “Well then. I took liberty into inviting princey into the Alps.”

“Your chateau in the Alps?”

“Well, duh.” Ginny said rolling her eyes at the doctor. “Seriously, Clarke. For someone rumored to be smart, you sure do not fit it.” She joked and Bella shook her head incredulously. “Abi invited Henry.”

Bella sighed, “Who said that I’m going?”

“I did. I swear to God if you pull another shit on me like last time, you’ll regret it.” Ginny said seriously, venom lacing her voice as she remembered how Isabella Clarke suddenly chose to go to Canada on the day they’re supposed to be leaving for the French Alps a few years back.

But her memory was cut short when a knock on the door came through and both looked at it to see Kath peeking her head. “Someone’s here to talk to you.” She said and Bella furrowed her eyebrows thinking that it might be Abi. “A Miss Markle.”

Ginny suddenly clicked her tongue and stood before saying, “Well, this is my cue to leave.”

And she had left the room before Bella can protest.

Meghan Markle almost bumped into the redheaded woman that’s coming out of Isabella Clarke’s office and she gave out a feeble apology- which had gone to waste as the woman had already gone out of the room. She shook her head and came in the office of Isabella Clarke. “Hi.” She said and the doctor stood up obviously nervous. “I’m not here to cause a scene or anything.” She quickly said to diffuse the tension. “I just want to talk to you.”

Many would think that being in front of someone you supposedly, albeit accidentally, stole a groom from is going to be all hair pulling and yelling. But many can also be wrong.

Bella carefully placed a cup of steaming coffee in front of Meghan Markle, her mind going crazy thinking of possible reasons why Meghan Markle would like to talk to her. Maybe she’s going to ask you to stay away from Harry now. Bella thought as she sat on her own chair behind her table. Or she’s going to say that they’re together again.

“I’m dating someone.” Meghan suddenly said making Bella look up at her. “Not Harry.” She added smiling slightly. “So, really, what you saw last night was nothing.”

And the doctor can only nod. Obviously, Bella is not one for confrontations and she’s also not privileged to go all guns blazing and ask Meghan why she’s with Harry in the first place- she would of had that privilege if Harry hadn’t left Meghan for her.

Truthfully, that ate her up still. Harry left Meghan in the altar for her and here is Meghan trying to fix the relationship that possibly ruined her. Bella felt bad- very guilty. For more than a year since the royal wedding, Bella hadn’t had the chance to apologize to Meghan Markle. “Look-“ she suddenly breathed out and Meghan quickly raised her hand to stop her.

“It’s been more than a year.” Meghan said. “I’ve moved on. People have too.”

“I’m sorry.” Bella still whispered looking at Meghan straight in the eyes. “I didn’t mean to-“

Meghan sighed, “-Look. There’s no point of digging up the past.” She said making Bella close her mouth and nod. “All I want is for you and Harry to be ok again.”

“But-“

“-I know.” Meghan nodded knowing what the doctor is about to say. “I know about everything.” She continued before taking a sip of the coffee. “Look at it this way, I was not left wallowing in embarrassment for nothing.”

“I need-“

“-him.” Meghan continued for the doctor who looked at her with eyebrows now knitted together. “Look. I might have not known you long but I do know when someone looks like a mess. And he’s a fucking mess too. You should have seen him last night he-“ she sighed “-he’s just not dealing with this well and so are you.”

“It was a mistake. One he greatly regrets.” Meghan said when the doctor remained quiet. “If he could turn back time and redo it, believe me, he’d rather cut his dick off.” She said seriously but it made her and the doctor crack a smile. “Just try. Please.”

And Bella nodded figuring that maybe her break from Harry is enough making Meghan Markle smile.

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Chapter 11

Destruction and Comfort

It’s always amazing how time flies. How seconds can turn into minutes, minutes can turn into hours, hours into days, days into weeks- we can go on and on and on. But one thing is for sure, pain lingers longer than happiness.

Isabella Clarke stared at her diploma hanging in her office; her pen tapping on her table. It had been weeks since she last talked to Harry and she misses him. Although she’s thankful that Harry is giving her space, she’s still torn. She’s hurt, she’s angry, and she feels betrayed. She wanted to forgive Harry, she really do but her whole being rejects the thought of being near him.

The doctor sighed and placed her pen on top of her table.

“Doctor Clarke?”

“Yes, Kath?” Bella asked closing her files and quickly placing it to the side before grabbing a new one not bothering to look up. “Do we have an emergency?”

“Uhh. No.” Kath answered and Bella finally looked up at her. “Abigail Simons is here.” The assistant said and Bella nodded.

Not even a minute passed and Abigail barged into Bella’s office looking like a woman on a mission. “Have you read the papers?” she asked and Bella shook her head making Abi roll her eyes before placing The Sun on top of Bella’s table.

Bella only glanced at the front page picture and asked, “Yeah. And?”

“Harry and Meghan? Meghan being here in London?” Abi asked incredulously and Bella shrugged. “Seriously, Clarke. What’s up?”

“Nothing.” Bella lied still not telling anyone else that she and Harry had broken up. “It was bound to happen. They’re both humanitarians.” She mumbled feeling ill at the mere thought of Harry and Meghan together.

“And you’re not one for bullshits.” Abi retorted making Bella glare up at her. “Isabella, my dear Isabella. Did you two break up?”

Bella sighed, “If you call it that.”

Abi stared at her friend for a few seconds before sighing as well, “Are you ok?” she asked and Bella shrugged. “Seriously, Isabella.”

“I am serious.”

“We both know shrugging is not an answer.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck off.” Abi snapped irritated making Bella smile. “I am glad you see the amusement in this. You’re such a difficult human being.” She continued receiving no answer from Bella. “You’re lucky I’m older than you.”

“How is that even luck?” Bella asked inquiringly yet reluctantly as she can already sense the incoming unwarranted suggestion Abi has. “I can’t do anything reckless right now, Abi. Harry and I are trying to keep the whole break a secret.”

Abi rolled her eyes. Typical, Isabella. She thought before smiling at the doctor before her. “It’s a private party. Hosted by Ginny.”

“Genevieve Williamson?”

“Do you know any other Ginny?” Abi asked arching an eyebrow and Bella shook her head. “She has this party tonight and you’re going.”

Scoffing, Bella thought of how her mother never really liked Genevieve Williamson. “Mom doesn’t like Ginny.” She said and Abi nodded, knowing it fully.

Ginny brings out the worst in Isabella Clarke; she’s loud, she’s reckless, she’s careless, and she doesn’t have a care in the world. For Ginny, the world is her oyster and Isabella Clarke is one of her projects. Ginny thinks that Isabella Clarke is one of those goody goody friends Abigail Simons, her cousin, has and she believes that she’s doing everyone a favor by getting Isabella off her hinges- in ways Georgia Clarke is not fond of.

But still, that night, Bella stood in front of her mirror dressed in the mini black dressed she had used one too many times. Her mother, who’s still unaware of her plans for the night, watching her curiously from behind. “You use that dress too much.” Georgia Clarke commented making Bella nod in agreement. “Where are you and Abi going?”

Even though she’s at the right age, Isabella doesn’t mind being asked her whereabouts like a teenager as long as her parents do not prevent her on doing things she wants to do. “A party.” She replied unsure if it’s a right thing to tell her mother that Ginny is involved.

Before Georgia Clarke can respond, the doorbell rang. “Well, I have the files I asked for.” Georgia said raising the folder in her hand and Bella nodded. “I’ll get the door for you.”

“Nah. I’m ready anyway.” Bella said following her mother out her bedroom and down the stairs to her front door.

“Ah. Greetings, Georgia!” Ginny Williamson, the fiery redhead, greeted Bella’s shocked mother as she passed by Georgia while Abi greeted Georgia in a more respectful way. “What are you wearing?” the redhead asked giving Bella’s outfit a disgusted look. “You’re not wearing that. Good thing I am your fairy Godmother, little bitch.”

Bella can see her mother give her an exasperated look as Ginny took an outfit off her bag before throwing it towards Isabella. “What’s this?” Bella asked looking at the bra Ginny threw at her. “Should I wear this under a shirt?”

Abi laughed while Ginny gave Bella a scowl. “Seriously, little bitch?”

In the corner of her eye, Bella saw her mother walk towards her kitchen obviously not leaving anytime soon and so Bella went up towards her bedroom to change clothes closely followed by the two cousins. “Is this even clothes?” Bella asked as she looked at herself in the mirror and tried adjusting her top that’s showing too much cleavage. “My boobs are going to show if I even-“

“They won’t.” Ginny remarked picking up a picture of Bella and Harry that’s laying on top of Bella’s nightstand. “Is Harry’s dick huge?”

And Bella choked on her own spit.

Bella made sure that she’s properly covered with her coat before she went down to leave and she made sure to sit at the back of Ginny’s car instead of the front. She is strapping herself when her mother appeared and knocked softly on the window. “Be careful, alright?” she said looking pointedly at Bella who gave her a comforting look in return.

“Oh don’t worry, Georgia.” Ginny cut off as Bella opened her mouth to say something. “I’ll make sure she’s smiling in her mugshot.”

When they arrived at the party, Abi quickly disappeared towards a crowd Bella does not know while Ginny took liberty into dragging the doctor to the bar. “Yo, Jose.” Ginny called the bartender who went over and smiled hugely at Ginny. “I want her drunk by the end of the night, got it?”

And without asking, Jose lay out four shots of tequila in front of Ginny and Bella.

“Don’t worry. All phones are confiscated at the entrance.” Ginny said with a funny face as she swallowed one shot expertly. “I had to make sure our little bitch having fun is not released to the press.”

Shocked at the sensitiveness of the redhead, Bella looked at Ginny with wide eyes. “They didn’t take my phone.”

And Ginny laughed at the doctor like she’s some idiot. “Of course, you fucking idiot. You’re obviously not going to leak anything. I suppose you’re safe with- well- you.” She said before sliding a shot towards Bella. “Come on. It’s not going to drink itself.”

Henry Cavill had just gotten home in his flat in South Kensington when his phone started ringing. Placing his backpack on his couch, he checked his phone to see the name Doctor Isabella Clarke flashing on his screen. He furrowed his eyebrows. It’s two in the morning. He thought before answering. “Hello?”

“Hello?!”

He can hear the loud music on Bella’s background, the people cheering, the people laughing, talking and the very unfamiliar voice using Bella’s phone. “Who’s this?” he asked confused.

“Isn’t this Henry? “ The woman asked and Henry thoroughly considered hanging up afraid that someone had taken Bella’s phone and is scooping up gossip. “Isabella’s princey boyfriend?”

“Uhhh- n-“

“You bloody need to pick up your girlfriend.” The voice cut him off and Henry furrowed his eyebrows while the woman laughed and said, “Bloody hell, Clarke.”

“Where is she?” Henry asked deciding to play along and the woman gave him an address not far from his.

When he arrived at the address, the guard at the front gave him a confused look but let him in. He looked around trying to find the familiar face of Isabella Clarke among the drunken ones surrounding him and as he swam through the crowd, he bumped into the very familiar Abigail Simons who has a boy in her arms. “Henry!” she giggled drunkenly and Henry quickly gripped her arm to steady her. “You were invited?”

“Where’s Bella?” he asked not answering Abi’s question.

Abi, being drunk, forgot her question and pointed towards the bar where Isabella Clarke is dancing with a blonde woman on top of a table. He quickly walked towards the bar and stood beside it- the man he pushed away yelling but not fighting back. “Isabella!” he yelled over the noise and commotion but Bella didn’t hear him. “Bella!” he tried again.

It is obvious that Isabella Clarke is drunk out of her wits and so he sighed and caught one of her hand before pulling her down and straight into his arms- a hoard of men protesting at the sudden interruption. “What are you thinking?” he hissed as Bella giggled on his arms.

“Hey! Hey you!” someone yelled and Henry looked back to see a redhead walk towards them with a coat in her hands. “You’re not princey.” She said furrowing her eyebrows and stopping in front of Henry. “Fuck.”

“I’ll get her to him.” Henry said and the redhead nodded, obviously not recognizing who Henry is.

“Give her to your boss.” She said and Henry realized that she thinks that he’s one of Prince Harry’s guards. “And tell him that I like his taste in guards.”

Henry, anxious and terribly scared of being seen with a very drunk Isabella Clarke, thanked the heavens as he closed his passenger door unseen. “Oh you’re so much trouble.” He grumbled getting in at the drivers seat and pulling on Bella’s seatbelt and locking it. “I don’t even know where you live.” He said but he stopped, his breath slowing when he realized how close his face is to the doctor’s. He gulped as he licked his bottom lip, his heart thudding inside his chest.

“Don’t be silly. She’s a package you deliver to the rightful owner.” He mumbled to himself but he remained a few seconds longer staring at her face.

Henry Cavill then searched for Isabella’s phone on her coat in hopes of giving Prince Harry a call but soon realized that Bella’s phone is nowhere to be found. He groaned and decided to just go the hell with it and drove towards Kensington Palace. He stopped by the guard who obviously recognize him by the look of his astonished face.

“Good evening, sir. Do you have any schedule?” the guard asked not noticing Bella on the passenger seat.

“Uhh. I had been asked to bring her to him.” Henry simply said and the guard looked further into the car.

The guard, realizing who’s on the passenger seat, stepped back before walking back to his post and ringing Troy Hammond, Prince Harry’s assistant. “Someone’s here for His Royal Highness.”

Troy Hammond is sitting just outside Prince Harry’s dining room where the prince and a few of his friends are having dinner- or drinks. He sighed as his work phone rang and Peter Bleu’s name flashed on the screen. “Yes, Peter?”

“Someone’s here for His Royal Highness.” Peter Bleu, the guard on duty, said and Troy furrowed his eyebrows. “Henry Cavill with Miss Isabella Clarke.”

“Oh.” Troy said in realization before his eyes travelled towards the door of the dining hall. Surely, Prince Harry knows about this. He thought before saying, “Sure. Let them in.”

Henry Cavill drummed his hands on the steering wheel, glancing a few times towards Isabella Clarke’s direction, before the guard finally went back to him. “You’re free to go in. Turn left on the first corner and straight ahead.” The guard said and Henry nodded mumbling a thanks.

As Henry arrived at what seems to be Harry’s apartments, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “That’s odd.” He mumbled as he realized that there’s actually an on-going party at Prince Harry’s apartments due to the numerous cars parked. He stopped the car by the front of Harry’s door before lightly shaking Bella awake. “Bella.”

Isabella Clarke groaned as she felt herself get slightly sober- the alcohol she had consumed just an hour ago already taking its effect in her head. “Hey. Wake up.” She heard a familiar man’s voice said and she peeked her eyes and saw Henry looking back at her with furrowed eyebrows. “You ok?”

Feeling thoroughly confused, Bella tried to sit up properly with her hand to her head as she looked around their environment outside through the window. “Where are we?” she slurred, her voice rough, not realizing where she is before looking at Henry Cavill once again. “This is not my house.”

“I’m aware.” He responded nodding. “This is your boyfriend’s house.”

Realizing where she is, Bella’s eyes widened and her head whipped towards her window once again- the sudden movement making her feel much sicker than she was a few moments ago. “I feel sick.” She groaned clutching her head. “We can’t be here.”

Henry furrowed his eyebrows, taken aback, “Why not?”

“Just.. We should go.”

But just as Henry shifted his gear to drive, he saw the front door open and Prince Harry practically stumble out the door, clearly inebriated as well but the woman that appeared behind him and wrap her arms around him made Henry’s and Bella’s breath hitch.

There, coming out of his front door, is Prince Harry with Meghan Markle.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding.” Henry mumbled after he regained his composure and closed his gaping mouth.

“Just drive. Please.”

As Henry started driving, Bella’s eyes connected with Harry’s. She looked away, not wanting him to see her tears anymore.

Henry quickly drove out of Kensington Palace; the air inside his car is thick and he doesn’t know what to say. Here is Isabella Clarke, drunk out of her wits, while her supposed boyfriend partied it up with his ex- the one he ran a wedding from. His mouth is in a thin line. One wrong word and Isabella might probably break and so he continued to drive around quietly.

“Can you please stop a moment?” Bella asked gulping. “Please. I’m going to be sick.”

And he did. As soon as he had parallel parked on a street just behind Westminster, Bella jumped out of his car and threw up on the bin just by the lawn. After she’s finished, Henry watched as she sat on the grass and started sobbing. She couldn’t talk. She couldn’t put into words how she felt nor could she even form a coherent thought.

Henry watched as she broke down. Even though he doesn’t know the truth between Bella and the prince, he felt like Bella is in a much deeper pain. He went over to the doctor and helped her back into the car before anyone else can see her before driving off. “Where do you want to go? Do you want to go home?” he asked the doctor who only shook her head back at him.

“I can’t be at home. I can’t take it. Everywhere just..” she trailed off. Every place reminds her of Harry and it breaks her more. “Just take me to yours.”

He glanced at her briefly before nodding. No. He’s not going to take advantage of her situation. He couldn’t do it- he respects her too much. Truthfully, Henry could not understand how he felt towards the doctor. It was a mere crush or attraction as he would classify it usually but ever since the Centennial Ball, the doctor had been on his mind more often and it didn’t bother him. He liked her. Her poise and elegance through every shit thrown at her is something that made her more appealing to the actor.

And he respects her more than anyone he knew outside his family.

“You can sleep here.. I’ll be in the living room.” He said after Bella had gone out of his shower dressed in his shirt and pajamas. She lay on his bed just staring at the ceiling. “If you need anything-“

“-can you stay here?” she asked cutting him off. “I don’t want to be alone.”

And he obliged. He couldn’t say no to her. He lay down beside her, a foot apart from each other in his king sized bed. Suddenly, he felt her shift closer to him, her arms snaking around his waist and so he let her rest her head on his shoulders. It was seconds before he felt her shaking- her small frame shook violently before her sobs came out.

“It’s ok..” he whispered pulling her closer and she reacted by gripping his shirt. “I am right here.”

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Chapter 14

Lying is Easy

A day after she got back to England, Bella figured that she should start going back to work. As her mind said, Depression won’t stop you. And so, she mustered up all energy she has and drove out of her house early that morning. First, she stopped on her usual cafe to buy her usual large double shot cappuccino and croissant; then she drove towards Mary Mediatix Medical Center.

“Doctor Clarke!” Kathy Frier, Bella’s assistant, greeted in shock as Bella suddenly entered the clinic. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

Bella smiled, “Good morning too, Kath.”

Kathy blushed and said a good morning back following Bella into the doctor’s main office. “Your patients were directed to your mom’s office.” She explained when the doctor asked about how her patients are. “There were 4 births the past month; Aspen, Mason, Greer, and Reed. No casualties.”

“Normal or caesarian?”

“Mrs. Greer had to have an emergency C-section.”

“Ok. What time is my consultation?” Bella asked.

“At 11, doc.”

Bella nodded sitting behind her desk and sifting through the files on it. “Ok. Thank you, Kathy.”

Kathy smiled before turning around and walking towards the door but stopped when she remembered something , “I’m sorry but I forgot to tell you that a Mr. Harry had been asking about you a few days ago.” She said and Bella looked up at her with wide eyes. “I told him that you were in the US.”

Bella shook her head. Stop assuming Bella! Maybe he was just concerned. “Ok.” She said going back to her paperwork.

After Kathy left, Bella took her phone off of her bag and scrolled through her contacts- her thumb looming above Prince Harry’s name. She bit her lip. Should I or should I not? She thought leaning back on her chair still looking at her phone. Would it hurt to ask if I ask him why he was calling? However, before Bella can type her message, she got a knock on her door making her look up to see her father slowly getting inside her office. “Hey dad.” She greeted placing her phone on top of the table and standing up from her seat to give her father a quick kiss on the cheeks.

“Should you be at work too soon?” her father asked patting her shoulders. “How was Doctor West?”

Bella sat back down on her chair while Doctor Gerard sat in front of her. “He’s great.” She answered with a smile. “He told me to send his regards.”

Gerard nodded with a smile. Both father and daughter are quiet as the air suddenly became tense. “How was the check up? Are you still doing fine?”

Gulping, Bella then gave her father a reassuring smile. “It was good.” She lied not wanting to tell her father yet that she needs to have surgery soon. “Told you I was just tired.”

The father nodded, he can see through Bella. He can see the fear in her eyes and he didn’t want to push it further. “Well, if you need anything..”

“I know, dad. Thanks.”

After her father left, Bella gave out a sigh of relief and leaned back on her chair- turning it to look out the window. How can I tell them? She asked herself. She couldn’t handle seeing her parents get worried and she couldn’t handle being treated like a sick patient because her parents can be overbearing. Given that they’re parents and that they are supposed to be overbearing, still, Bella would prefer being treated like a normal person and not a fragile one. She grabbed her phone off of her table and typed her message to Harry.

Hey, I heard you were calling. What’s up?

At a Heads Together event, Harry felt his phone vibrate in his pants and he checked it briefly to see Bella’s name on the screen. He smiled. She still talks to you! His mind cheered and he suddenly felt lighter making him smile from ear to ear. But his smile was quickly wiped off when William asked, ‘how’s Meghan?’ from beside him. Harry shrugged and placed his phone back in his pocket while Kate gave him a knowing smile.

However, on their way back in the car, William couldn’t seem to let go of the issue as he continued badgering Harry about Doctor Isabella Clarke. “The public loves Meghan, Harry.” William said and Harry tried his best to not jump out of the car or flip. “Don’t mistaken lust for love.”

“It’s not lust, William.” Harry defended.

“Not lust? You go to a country without protection just because she’s there.” William said exasperated. “And I get it. I actually took time to have her profiled and, yes, she’s good looking. Good body too. But God damn it, Harry.”

“William.” Kate said trying to stop the older brother. “Harry’s old enough to decide for himself.”

“He’s not young anymore, Kate. He can’t keep jumping back and forth between two women. And he’s got Meghan, who’s actually a good woman and here he is going to another country for a woman he barely knows.” William said back making Kate sigh in defeat. “Keep yourself together.” He then said towards Harry who just looked out of the window in response.

When they got back to Kensington Palace, Kate decided to go back with Harry to his apartment to talk; William agreed thinking that Kate will knock some sense into his brother. “I’m sorry about William. He’s just stressed out about the whole thing.” She apologized softly to Harry referring to Queen Elizabeth stepping down from the throne as they got in his apartment.

But it didn’t calm Harry. In fact, he feels like there’s a storm inside him. He wants to be with Bella. He needs to break it off with Meghan but what William said was right. The public loves Meghan and are vying for Meghan as the next duchess like Kate. But still, he couldn’t let Bella go; just the mere thought of it cripples him. “William has a point.” He finally sighed dropping on his leather chair and Kate remained standing by one of his drawers inside his living room. “The public loves Meghan.”

Kate sighed, “But do you?”

Harry bit his bottom lip and remained quiet. But do I? He thought trying to clear his muddled mind. Do I still? His tirade continued and he thought of Meghan. It is a given fact that he was in love with Meghan deeply; he admired her, he protected her, and he cared for her a lot but it seemed like all is forgotten and buried beneath the fights. It was not passion. No. Harry thinks that it’s completely bullshit to say that fighting a lot meant that the relationship is passionate. For Harry, it was toxic. It dragged him down.

“Harry, you have to make up your mind.” Kate finally sighed pulling Harry off of his reverie. “Don’t tag both women along.”

After Kate left, Harry was left alone to his own devices. He took his phone off of his pocket and stared at Bella’s message. It was also no doubt that he loves Bella. He really does and he’s not doubting it. It is different with Bella. He didn’t want to fuck her- no, sex is not his motivator to keep talking with her or wanting to be near her. No. For him, she’s like oxygen- he feels like he couldn’t breathe without her. Finally, he dialed her number.

“Hi! It’s Bella. Leave me a message.”

Why are you always so God damn busy? Harry thought exasperatedly. “Hey, Bella. Sorry I wasn’t able to respond to your message a while ago.” He said trying to sound calm and collected. “To answer your question, I’m fine. I was busy the last few days but I’m fine.” What else? “Hey, would you like to have like a proper dinner? Not a McDonalds.” He gave out a light laugh remembering that their first dinner together was actually McDonalds. “Just ring me.”

Bella felt her phone vibrate from her white coat just as she is finishing checking one of her patients. “I’ll see you in a few weeks.” She smiled at the pregnant woman before her who rubs her belly with a smile before walking out of Bella’s consultation room with her husband. She fished her phone out of her coat and saw that it was a voice message from Harry; she listened to the message and pursed her lips after the message. Should I still have dinner with him? She asked herself. I mean, I swore that I will only be friends with him and put out boundaries to protect my feelings and a dinner is not exactly doing that. She thought locking her phone and placing it on top of her table staring at it. But still, refusing dinner is not what friends do.

The confused doctor is pulled out of her thoughts by a knock on her door and she saw Kathy peeking her head inside with an apologetic smile, “I just had a call from the ER. Mrs. Green is in and is 4 centimeters dilated. She’s being transported to Labor room.”

Nodding her head, Bella took her phone and placed it back in her pocket before standing up and making her way towards the Labor Room to check out Mrs. Green.

Harry had been checking his phone the past three hours since he sent his voice message. Is she sick again? He thought dropping his phone beside him after only seeing a line-up of messages from Meghan. Or is she purposely ignoring me because she’s seeing Mike? He thought and he felt angry at that thought and so, quickly, he tried to take the thought out of his mind.

By late at night, Harry is already regretting his recklessness into asking Bella for dinner. His mind is going crazy from thinking about possibilities as to why she was not responding to his voice message so late into the night. For him, it seemed impossible for her to not have the time to even check her phone. He sighed and twisted and turned on his bed. You’re like a bloody teenager. He thought angrily at himself before placing a pillow on his face.

“How is she?” Bella asked the nurse stationed at the NICU after she had stitched up her patient and cleaned up after herself. The nurse showed her the baby and Bella smiled. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” she cooed at the baby.

Tara, the nurse, smiled and joked, “I bet yours would be a thing of beauty, doc.”

Bella laughed, “Stop hitting on me, Tara.” She joked as well and both chuckled. “Goodnight.”

Bella drove her way home that night still thinking whether she should accept Harry’s invitation or not. Well, you wanted to be friends, right? Her mind asked her and she nodded answering her own question. Dinner is not that harmful. It’s not a date. And so, when she got home- she dialed Harry’s number on her phone.

It was like having his crush finally call him when he was in middle school. He sat up on his bed, his heart pounding on his chest, his hands getting cold when finally, Bella’s name flashed on his screen. He cleared his throat and said “Hello?” pretending to be nonchalant.

“Hey. Sorry, I had an emergency when I got your message.”

“It’s ok.” Harry said before biting his bottom lip. And there you are panicking about her being with another guy.

They both stayed on the line but didn’t say anything for the next minute; Both debating what they should say until finally, Bella sighed. “So, dinner huh?” she said and Harry opened his mouth. He planned on telling her everything that’s why he asked her for dinner. But now, he seriously doubt if he should do it. “I can do tomorrow night.”

“Really?” he asked shocked that she would actually agree to it but he quickly regained his composure. “Tomorrow night?”

“Are you not free?”

Always free for you. “I am free. I’ll make sure I am.” He said ignoring his thoughts completely. Suddenly, he realized the flaw in his plan. He couldn’t exactly take Bella out nor can he bring her to Kensington Palace.

“We can just have dinner here at my place. You know, to avoid the press.”

Harry gave out a sigh of relief. “I was about to say something about that.” He said and Bella chuckled on the other line. “Be there at 7? I’ll bring the wine.”

“Be there or be square.”

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Chapter 10

Between the Earth and the Sky

“Did you eat something bad from last night?” Bella asked Harry as they aboard a rented boat on their way to Phi phi Islands. “Or are you just nervous?”

Harry couldn’t talk. After his revelation the previous night, he couldn’t talk let alone look at Bella. He forced himself to smile. He didn’t sleep properly last night- he couldn’t especially when Bella is just sleeping peacefully beside him and he couldn’t do anything but stare at the calmness of her face. I can’t understand how it had gotten into this. His mind is in a havoc. Who told you to fall in love? But still, he couldn’t push himself to stay away from her or lie to her and tell her that they can’t be friends anymore.

Can’t be friends? His mind scoffed and Harry sighed making Bella look at him. “I think I’m getting sea sick.” He reasoned out.

Bella gave him a half smile before looking out into the horizon once again. She notice the weirdness of Harry’s actions since last night- and how he looks at her in pure shock and fear whenever she comes near him. Like I molested him or something. She thought and she smiled. The hell is wrong with him, really?

They arrived at Phi phi Island and checked in on one of the cottages in Nuat Thai Hotel. “It’s a bit expensive but it gives us more privacy..” Bella trailed off dumping her bag on top of one of the twin beds. “Well, you. It gives you more privacy.. We don’t have to fear you bumping into anyone on the way to the kitchen because we have our own.” She said smiling towards Harry who’s busy looking at the sunset outside.

Harry is in awe. The view is magnificent; the orange sky, the calm sea, the peacefulness of the place. He would love to think that he’s in heaven. He felt Bella stand beside him and look out the window as well and he whispered, “It’s so beautiful here.”

“I know.”

To be safe, both just ordered room service and stayed inside their room planning to go out extra early the next morning. “Come on. It will be fun.” Bella urged Harry who gave her an astounded look in return. “You can just do the low cliff.”

“And make me look like a pussy?”

“You said that.” Bella smirked and Harry narrowed his eyes at her in return. “Fine. You can just stay here in the room.” She sighed leaning back on her chair.

Harry sat back looking at Bella with utmost focus. Seriously, it looks like she has more balls than you. He thought and he so wanted to curse the voice inside his head so much for the not so needed observations. Grandma will kill me if she knew that I will do it. She’s on her last year on the throne and here I am doing risky things. He reasoned out. Well, you should of had thought that before you boarded a plane to Thailand.

Finally, Harry sighed and nodded at Bella who did a happy dance in return making the prince laugh. “You’re so silly.” He said and the woman poked out a tongue at him. “Child.”

“Shut up.”

Before dawn, both rode a boat for 15 minutes before they reached the bottom of the cliff. Harry looked up at the rocks that they would have to climb before hearing Bella calling him and telling him to hurry up. It is a 40 meter climb and a 20 meter inclined trail and one part of Harry’s mind kept on fighting the other half for agreeing. Why did you have to think with your dick instead of your brain? It continued to rant out until finally, they reached the very top of the cliff overlooking the ocean just as the sun rose. It is suddenly silent inside his head because before him is a completely new world and he feels like he is standing in between the earth and the sky- it is breathtaking. He smiled and looked straight at the rising sun. A new beginning. A new day. He thought before he looked beside him and saw Bella sitting on one of the rocks looking at the view as well with a smile. However, Harry noticed her stance; her hand on top of her chest as she gave out heaving breaths and her eyes slightly tearing- she looks like she’s in pain.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked walking over and quickly, Bella held her hand up and smiled up at him weakly. “Are you chickening out now?”

Oh how I wish that was it. Bella thought as she shook her head. “I hadn’t done my cardio in a while.” She lied before she sucked in a huge breath and stood up from the rock she was sitting on. “Let’s go?”

Both stood at the edge of the cliff looking out into the horizon. Harry breathed in deeply before taking a peek at the drop; he shivered as the hairs at the back of his neck stood. “Is this safe?” he asked looking at Bella who’s standing beside him with a serene look on her face.

“Are you scared?” she asked looking at him as well and they stood there in silence whilst looking at each other.

Blink, God damn it. Harry bit his bottom lip and looked back at the horizon again. “I’m not.” He said in a small voice and he suddenly heard Bella giggle beside him making him look at her again. “What?”

“Don’t worry.” She smiled up at him. “I won’t tell anyone.”

The prince scoffed still doubting his decision to come. Too late to back out now. He thought biting his lower lip again but still he couldn’t push himself to jump. Yes, he did have training in the army but it was a relatively safe training- they had medics waiting if there is an accident. Whereas here, they have nothing but the sea and a boat. It is not until Harry felt Bella’s hand reach out and intertwine into his that he snapped out of his reverie and he focused once again on her.

She tilted her head on the side with a concerned look on her face. She whispered, “I’m here.”

And Harry suddenly had the strength to jump.

It was a rush and after both resurfaced with a gasp for air, both gave out exhilarated laughs. Kiss her. Harry’s mind urged once again as he turned and looked at Bella who had a huge smile on her face. Come on, you’re holding her hand already, and you love her. Just kiss her. It urged again. I can’t. He pulled his hand away before starting to swim towards the boat that awaits them.

Bella furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before following Harry back to their transport. It’s like his eyes would be glazed and then he would suddenly stay away. She thought as she waited to be pulled to the boat. Why is he acting so weird?

But even as they got to the shore, Harry couldn’t push himself to talk to her. It’s not because he doesn’t want to but because he cannot risk leading her on. He’s technically still with Meghan. He is still with Meghan and they’re just currently in a fight. And so, the whole day, he avoided Bella as much as he can and did his own thing around the island while Bella did hers as well. Although, it did bother Bella. She couldn’t shake off the thought that she might of done something wrong.

When night came, both lay in bed in silence. Not talking. Not even doing anything. Both are just staring off into space. Harry, busy with his guilt while Bella is busy with trying to figure out what’s wrong with Harry. The silent room is only disturbed by soft knocks on the door and Bella sighed standing up from her bed since Harry cannot answer the door.

“Is Prince Harry there?”

Bella immediately recognized the man as Harry’s PA, Troy. Figuring that it would be no use to lie, Bella only stepped aside to let the PA get in. She didn’t bother following to the room as she also figured that Harry might be having a good wash down so she stayed in the small living room and sat on one of the chairs. After almost 5 minutes, Troy came back out and gave Bella a stiff nod before going out of the cottage.

Prince William begs that you avoid upsetting the queen further. Harry scratched his head in irritation finally figuring that his tropical vacation is over. But with his current state of mind, he couldn’t accept it. He didn’t want to leave yet. Blinking, he saw Bella get in the room with a concerned look on his face and he just gave her a small smile. “It’s fine.” He said and Bella nodded still not believing him. “Hey.” He called unto her as he watched her sit down on her bed. “Would you like to escape here?”

“What? Escape?” Bella asked in a whisper. “Aren’t you in enough trouble yet?”

Harry just gave her a determined look. It’s now or never. He thought and he nodded. “Please, I really just want to live life.”

Bella sat there for seconds looking at the prince astounded before finally sighing. “Well, I’m not going to be a hypocrite and tell you to be careful when I just pushed you to cliff dive.”

It seems like Harry had planned too much for the past week- and those plans would probably lead him to trouble. And yet, he climbed out the window of their room like a teenager about to go on a party without his parents knowing. “Come on. I’ll catch you.” He whispered at Bella who peeked out the window to check if he’s fine. “You won’t get hurt, princess.”

She rolled her eyes before climbing out of the window slowly until she lost her footing and came fell down onto Harry’s stretched arms with a yelp. “Thanks.” She mumbled stepping away from him- both blushing at the interaction but their heads quickly snapped back to the cottage when they heard Troy calling for Harry inside. “We got to run.”

And run they did towards the busy part of the island where a bunch of restaurants by the sea are. By the time they are in the middle though, Bella felt her chest tightening up and she abruptly stopped taking in a deep breath and putting her hand on top of her chest as a natural reaction- Harry noticed Bella and he stopped. “You really need to do your cardio.” He laughed.

And Bella can only smile back.

It took a really really slow walk before Bella’s heart finally settled and they went in on an open tiki bar meters from their cottage. “Would you like some alcohol?” Harry asked Bella who sat beside him with a faraway look on her face. “Bella?”

Bella blinked, “No, thanks. Just pineapple juice.” You almost had an attack! In all honesty, Bella felt like she was about to faint when they ran and currently, she’s scared. She didn’t want Harry knowing. He cannot know.

They sat there quietly, Harry bothered by his feelings and Bella bothered by her sickness; although, Bella would often glance at Harry and wonder about his weirdness for the past two days and yet she drew into a complete blank. Maybe he’s just thinking about Meghan. She thought but sighed when she felt her stomach twist due to jealousy. Stop it, human.

Harry started after almost an hour and a half of silence, “Did you know..” Bella looked at him with a questioning look on her face not really knowing what to say. “Meghan and I fought because of you?”

Wait. Should I feel bad?

“I mean, we’re just friends. I’m comfortable around you, I trust you, and I am happy with you.” He continued and Bella nodded figuring that he’s probably drunk talking. “But her, I don’t know. I’m confused.”

“Why are you confused?”

“I used to see her as my balance- my peace.” He answered before taking a long swig of his scotch. “But lately, it’s always just a knife fight with her. I don’t understand. We’re ok for a few weeks and I would actually think of marrying her but then one small thing blows up into something big for her and we fight.”

Bella bit her bottom lip and nodded, “I’m not really experienced with relationships but maybe she’s waiting for you to pop the question?” she asked trying to be innocent when inside, she feels like her heart is crushing into pieces.

Harry shook his head, “Marriage is a huge thing.” He said swirling his glass around. “How will I ask the question when we fight more than an old married couple do. I want a normal married life- not one where I just married someone to breathe on my neck- I have the whole world to do that.” He sighed and drank the remaining of his glass before raising his hand for another one. “I just don’t think that it’s still going to work.”

They remained quiet as the bartender prepared his drink; Bella watched Harry struggle with his decoy glasses. She looked down on her own drink and sighed. Well, at least you probably won’t even make it out of 30 alive. She thought but still she felt bad about Harry. She wants him happy- she feels sad when she sees him this bothered.

After a few more drinks, Harry is too drunk to even stand properly and so, Bella had his arm slung on her shoulder as they walked back towards their cottage. Well, stumbled as Harry tripped on his own feet and fell on the sand taking Bella with him. He laughed turning to lay on his back while Bella did the same; however, Bella tried to get the sand off of her face by wiping it. She breathed in deeply and stared at the starry sky already tired.

On the other hand, Harry feels like he’s on top of the world. Drunk but still on top of the world. His mind is already numbed by the alcohol and he’s not thinking- at all. And so, he propped himself on his arms and hovered over Bella’s face who looked back at him with furrowed eyebrows. There’s no subconscious stopping him as his hand traced her face- his eyes staring at her intently in the eyes. His heart beating fast and his breath getting heavier.

“Do you know what’s more fucked up though?” he asked in a low whisper- just loud enough for Bella to hear and Bella was about to open her mouth to ask ‘what’ but his lips enveloped hers- his hand resting softly on her face.

Bella closed her eyes and she felt her heart skip a beat. She didn’t know how to react or even how to move. And although he’s drunk, the kiss felt right- like it should happen and that there’s nothing wrong with it like he’s not a prince, he doesn’t have a girlfriend, she was not dying- it’s like living in a parallel universe where everything is perfect. The stars aligned.

And yet, even the stars couldn’t prepare her for what he whispered when he pulled away.

“I love you, Bella.”

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Chapter 11

AN: I am halfway through this story! Yes. It only has 22 chapters. After that, I will probably do a survey if I should do a Book 2 or not. :) Constructive criticism/feedback is always welcome! Enjoy! :)

Meneurs de Tromperie

It was not a mistake.

That Harry is sure of. Their trip to Thailand is never going to be a mistake for him even though he’s quite sure that he’s going to get a good verbal beating when they land in London. He turned his head to look at the seat beside his and saw Bella quietly watching the sky through the window.

This is not going to end well. Bella thought as she tried her best to ignore Harry since they woke up that morning. Now, she gets why Harry had been acting weird or why he suddenly turns away when he would stare at her too long. She now understands and every confusion suddenly disappeared. He’s in love with me. Her mind panicked. This cannot be. Don’t be so flattered about it, Isabella!

“Are you alright?” Harry asked Bella who turned her head to look at him with a confused look. “You’ve been awfully quiet since we left.”

Bella cleared her throat. Well, obviously he does not remember. So, she smiled and nodded. “I’m just tired, I guess.” She reasoned out and Harry nodded leaving her to her own thoughts once again. He took my first kiss! Her mind gasped as the scene from the previous night replayed in her mind. And he told me he loves me! It’s a war inside her head as she tried her best to just keep her mouth shut and not confront Harry.

Harry, on the other hand, remembers that he kissed Bella but he couldn’t remember if he said anything else. Ha had raked his mind for possible things he must have told her but he drew to a complete blank up until they started landing on Heathrow Airport. I didn’t- his thought gasped and his eyes widened as he sunk deeper into his chair. Please, tell me I didn’t tell her. I can’t possibly ask her if I told her I love her! What if I didn’t?! His mind continued panicking as he sent a glance towards Bella who’s adjusting herself into a more comfortable position on her chair. But what if I did?! He looked away when Bella glanced at him. Shit.

After they landed, they quickly pretended that they didn’t know each other- as Troy had told them. Both figured that they’ll just say their goodbyes via text messaging or even a phone call. Harry trudged behind Troy who seemed to be eager to get him back to Kensington where Harry is quite sure he’s going to get a particularly long chastising by William. Then, as expected, William had been waiting for Harry in his apartment.

“Hello, brother.” Harry greeted sheepishly at William who gave him an exasperated look. “I know, I know.”

“All because the doctor is there?”

It was the redhead’s turn to give William an exasperated look. “No. Can’t I have spontaneous adventures without being linked to another woman?” he asked dropping on the leather couch in front of where William sat. “It was just a coincidence that she’s there.” Well, there’s the lie. You went there because Bella’s there.

“Granny is leaving the throne in a month.”

Harry sighed, “I know.”

“It would be greatly appreciated if you act appropriately.” William emphasized the last word as if Harry never did making Harry sigh again. “Stop being selfish, Harry. Stop being reckless. Granny wants to see you tomorrow.”

After William left, Harry remained seated on his seat. Truth be told, it didn’t bother him one bit that William gave him a good chastising but it bothers him a lot that he still doesn’t know what he told Bella- he couldn’t remember shit and it bothers him a lot. He’s not even sure now if he even kissed her. But it all felt so real. He is pulled off his reverie when there’s a knock on his door and he saw Catherine Middleton slowly walking in. “Kate.” He greeted standing up and giving Kate a quick hug. “How are you?”

“I told Will to not be too harsh.”

Harry smiled. Thank God there is an understanding person in this family still. “Well, thanks for that.” He said gratefully. “I actually thought he’d be yelling.”

Catherine smiled sympathetically at Harry before sitting on the chair where William previously sat. “So, how is she?” she asked making Harry look at her with an arched eyebrow as if asking her ‘who’. She rolled her eyes, “We both know who I’m talking about.”

The prince relaxed and leaned back on the chair, “She’s fine. She’s great.” He answered suddenly remembering Bella. The way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she pulled him along to see a different kind of world- and the way he can still feel her lips on his. “She’s amazing.”

Catherine stared quietly at Harry for a whole minute as he stared off into space. She thought he looks so confused. “What do you feel about her, Harry?”

“I’m with Meghan.” He started and Kate smiled. “But Bella..” He gave out a huge breath. “She’s perfect. It scares me because I saw Meghan as perfect too when I met her but Bella- it’s different. I can’t understand. I’m so confused.”

“Is it because of Bella’s looks?”

“No.” Harry quickly defended. “It’s not just that.” He sighed before looking at Kate almost pleadingly. “It’s not just her. It’s not just the way she moves, the way she smiles, laughs, handles herself, her intellect.”

Kate nodded prodding for Harry to continue. “What else then?”

“It’s the way she makes me feel when I am with her.” He answered pulling his back from the backrest and leaning his elbows on his knees still looking at Kate. “I feel so happy when I am with her. Don’t get me wrong though, Meghan makes me happy with a lot of effort but Bella..” he trailed off giving a slight laugh. “She didn’t even need to try. She just needs to be beside me and I’ll be the happiest. It’s not the same with the others.”

He’s in love with her. Catherine’s mind concluded but she didn’t dare say it at that point as she watched Harry’s forehead have more creases. They sat there in silence instead and Kate forced herself to not say anything afraid that maybe Harry hadn’t even realized the answer to his predicament is yet. But as she continued watching him, she realized that he had a gist or even the answer. “Do you love her?” she asked and Harry looked up at her and she instantly knew the answer.

Bella drove her way home from the airport. Thankfully, she parked her car in the airport parking rather than carpooling when they left. So tired. She sighed placing her hand above her chest and rubbing it as she felt it tighten for a bit. Not now. A black BMW sedan is parked outside her house when she arrived and she instantly knew that it’s her parents probably waiting for her inside.

“Mom. Dad.” She smiled giving her parents pecks on the cheeks as greeting when she found them in her kitchen. Her mom stirring a pot filled with casserole. “How are you?” she asked leaning her side on the island to support her weight.

Gerard Clarke smiled, “We’re absolutely well, love. How was your trip?” he asked as he walked towards the sink where he’s washing dishes used by Georgia Clarke when she cooked. “I hope Gina did as we wished.”

“Oh she did.” Bella assured smiling. Her ears started ringing suddenly as she felt her heart quicken its pace in abnormal patterns making her chest hurt a lot. “My trip was very well.” She managed to say as her vision started having spots.

“Are you alright, my dear?” Georgia Clarke asked as she noticed her daughter’s face suddenly get pale- small beads of sweat formed on her child’s forehead. “Isabella!” Georgia screamed when suddenly, Bella’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body came crushing down to the floor- her head missing the island she was leaning on by a thread.

“Darling?” Gerard quickly ran over to her daughter to lay her on her back. He quickly placed his ear on top of her chest and listened to the erratic beating of her daughter’s heart. “Call an ambulance! Quick!” he hollered at his wife while he crawled towards the drawer where he know he kept a stash of injections and tenectaplase to help with her daughter’s blocked artery.

Quickly, he went back to Bella and checked is she’s still breathing. “Sweetie, come on.” He whispered pleadingly as he sat up properly and filled his injection with the fluid from the vial. “Please. Please.” He mumbled injecting the fluid on a nerve before checking Bella’s breathing and heartbeat once again. “Georgia! The ambulance! Tell them to hurry!”

It was a nightmare and Harry sat up from his bed- sweat formed on his forehead. He breathe in deeply trying to calm himself. What was that? He asked himself. The dream was to vivid and what’s worse was that he felt entirely hopeless. However, all he can remember was that he was looking for Bella in a place which he figured was her house and he just couldn’t find her. It scared him. It scared him a lot.

He got out of bed and looked out his window to see the morning sun rising. Is she awake yet? He thought walking over to his bedside table and taking his phone debating whether he should dial her number this early or not- obviously the dream bothered him too much. I should wait until she’s in her clinic.. Maybe by that time I won’t be so panicked.

But still, by afternoon, Harry still feels absolutely uncertain. While on an opening of an exhibit with Kate and William, he couldn’t focus. Something is wrong. He thought biting his bottom lip and so he excused himself and made his way to the loo where he finally decided to call Bella’s personal number.

“Hi! It’s Bella. Leave me a message.”

Is she doing an operation or something? He thought irritably as he tried to call her again but got her voicemail once again. “Hey, Bella. It’s Harry.” He finally gave up. “I just wanted to check on you.. I haven’t heard from you since the airport so..” he bit his bottom lip. You sound like an over protective boyfriend. “Just ring me when you’re free.”

After the exhibit, Harry checked his phone to find that Bella hadn’t responded to his voicemail. He checked his watch. 6:32pm. Surely she can’t still be operating. He thought but once again went to voicemail when he tried calling her again. Damn it. He thought worriedly before finally deciding to ring her clinic phone.

“Doctor Isabella Clarke’s clinic. How may I help you this evening?” Her assistant answered.

“Hello. Good evening.” Harry greeted politely. “Is Bella around?” he asked hopefully.

“I’m sorry. Doctor Clarke is not here.” She apologized. “May I know who’s speaking?”

“It’s Harry.” He answered. “I can’t contact her personal phone.”

“Please hold.” The assistant said politely and the usual hospital background song and Harry sighed. Harry sat on his leather chair inside his living room patiently waiting for the assistant to come back on line. What must she be doing? He thought getting impatient. All he wanted was to know where Bella is. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting, I had to contact Doctor Gerard.” The assistant came back on the phone and Harry remained quiet remembering that Doctor Gerard is Bella’s father. “Doctor Isabella is currently admitted here in MMMC, sir.”

“Admitted? Why?”

“I apologize but I wasn’t given the information by Doctor Gerard, sir.”

“Oh. Ok. Thanks.” Harry said before hanging up. What must be wrong with her? He thought worriedly throwing his phone to his side. She was fine yesterday. How can she suddenly be in a hospital? Did she have an accident on the way home? Fell asleep while driving- what? And it plagued him to no end and at 1 in the morning, he found himself, once again, sneaking out of Kensington to avoid Troy who’s watching him like a hawk.

It was only an eight minute drive considering that it’s the wee hours of the morning and there’s not much car and traffic around. He found himself drumming his fingers on the steering wheel anxiously at every stop light. He needed to see her.

Bella lay on her inclined hospital bed reading a book not really feeling sleepy. It didn’t precisely shock her when she woke up in the hospital- she had seen it coming, in a way. She sighed. Well, at least you still woke up. She sighed flipping a page on her book. Remaining quiet on her spot and silently reading Dante’s Inferno, she almost missed the soft knock on her door. “Come in.” she called placing her book on her lap figuring that it might be one of the nurses to check her vitals. But, it wasn’t one of the nurses. It was Harry and she looked at him in shock.

“Hey.” Harry greeted slowly coming in her room after making sure that no one is with her. Slowly, he walked his way towards her bed before sitting down on its side with a smile on his face. “Hospital, huh? Thailand must have exhausted you.”

She gave him a weak smile, “Yeah. Didn’t have enough sleep the past few days then too much physical activities.” Then she noticed his eyes staring at the heart monitor at the side of her bed; she bit her bottom lip. ”My parents overreacted. You know, being doctors and all.”

It took a few seconds but Harry bought her reasoning. “Well, I’m glad you’re fine.” He said smiling at Bella again- his eyes staring intently at her face for seconds before it landed on her lips. He gulped then looked away. Suddenly, the environment became awkward and Harry cleared his throat. “Did I-“ he started but stopped suddenly feeling scared. What if he didn’t and he was too drunk to even remember? “Did we kiss.. when.. you know..”

And told me you love me? “Yes.” Bella answered blushing on her spot. “It’s fine though.” That was your first kiss! “I know you were drunk.”

“Did I say.. anything?” he asked slowly and choosing his words carefully and Bella just looked back at him with pursed lips. “You know.. Anything damaging.. I just can’t remember..”

He couldn’t remember. That’s a good thing! “None.” She lied shaking her head to prevent herself from looking into his eyes and faltering. “Just about you and Meghan.”

Harry nodded slightly thankful that he didn’t say anything idiotic; however, a part of him is disappointed that he hadn’t. “That’s good.” He mumbled licking his lips and looking at Bella again.

She tilted her head to the side and pretended to look curious before asking, “Was there anything you wanted to say?”

“No.. None.” He lied and Bella smiled nodding. “So, how long are you here for?”

“I’ll be out by tomorrow afternoon.” She answered shrugging. “I just have to rest a bit and regain my energy.” She continued but suddenly yawned involuntarily.

Harry chuckled, “You should go to bed. I shouldn’t be keeping you up.” He said standing up from the hospital bed and looking over at Bella who only looked back at him like she wants to say something. “What is it?” he asked.

“Stay a bit longer.” She said and even though she knew she shouldn’t, she couldn’t control herself. She wants to be near him- she is happy with him. “Please.” There is no doubt that Harry feels the same and so he nodded. Bella scooted over to the side and let Harry lay down beside her on the hospital bed- both facing each other. “Thank you.” She whispered and slowly, her eyes started closing.

Suddenly feeling comfortable, Harry fell asleep as well only to wake up an hour later when he heard people talking outside their door. He breathed out a sigh of relief when the noise passed before his eyes focused on Bella’s sleeping face.

I love you. He thought before kissing the top of her forehead tenderly and deciding to go back to Kensington Palace.

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Chapter 7

A Method to Chaos

When she was young, Bella is always taught to forgive others even when they hurt her. Well, she was taught that just so she learns not to hate people while growing up due to the bullying she had endured at school. However, she fails to put it into practice. More often than not, she finds herself holding grudges against people.

But, she couldn’t hold anything against Prince Harry.

Suddenly feeling guilty of not accepting his apology, Bella twisted and turned on her bed that night. He ignored me for two weeks then talked to me again then ignored me again then told me that we weren’t friends then the next day tells me that he didn’t mean it. Her mind ranted out and she turned to lay on her back staring at the ceiling. Why must he be so confusing? She sighed pushing herself to sit on the bed. “Damn it.” She mumbled sighing before dropping on her bed finally going on a dreamless slumber.

Harry woke up the next morning after a bad dream- Bella actually kissing Mike. He shot up on his bed like a bullet, his heart pounding erratically inside his chest. He felt angry- much to his surprise. He felt so angry at the possibility that she might actually like him. “What the hell?” he grumbled his hand on top of his hand and pulling at his hair. You better make up your mind. His mind told him firmly and Harry quickly started getting ready- he would make Bella talk to him no matter what.

“Bella.” He called Bella just before she can enter the dining hall and she stopped to look at him with a clear exasperated look on her face. “Can we please talk?”

Bella looked at him about to agree but Doctor Mike suddenly appeared by the doorway taking her attention off of Harry. “Hey Bella. Your Royal Highness.” He greeted Harry with a smile that Harry wanted to wipe off so much. “I saved you a seat, Bells.”

Bells? Harry fumed as he walked his way towards his table with Prince Seeiso and the founders of the charity. Bells?! Why doesn’t he just call her darling just to stop his bullshit. He sat down on his chair and his eyes quickly went over to their table where Bella is laughing at what Mike is probably telling her. He glared towards their table.

“My friend, your eyes are like daggers this morning.” Prince Seeiso said beside him quietly so only Harry can hear. “If it were, a certain male would be dead.” He continued making Harry glare at him as well- Prince Seeiso chuckled.

“Doctor Mike, Doctor Bella.” one of the nurses assistants from the clinic went in the dining hall in a panic and Bella stood up from her seat with a confused look. “It’s Mrs. Brovak. It’s an emergency.” And with that, Bella and Mike are running with the nurse out the door. Harry and Prince Seeiso watched from their seats with startled look on their faces.

“Why didn’t she go here quickly or called for me?” Bella asked as she got in the delivery room and she is responded to with a screech from the patient. The woman screeched again, beads of sweat already forming on her forehead.

“DOCTOR!” Mrs. Brovak screamed.

“Vital signs of the baby?” Bella asked her nurse assistant who gave her the baby’s heartbeat. “Too slow. We’re losing it. She cannot survive normal delivery.” She trailed off. “We need to cut her up. QUICK! NOW!”

It is going to be a difficult caesarian operation to say the least. Since the labor is in its late stages and the baby’s heartbeat is already faltering, it is obvious that the baby’s life is in peril. When she pulled out the baby, the baby is not breathing. Her breath hitched but she tried to calm herself as Mike took the baby to resuscitate her while Bella started sewing up Mrs. Brovak.

Then Mrs. Brovak flatlined.

Bella breathed out. “I need epinephrine here please!” she called out. “Cart. Get me the cart!”

“Administering epinephrine.” One of the assistants said. “No response. Beginning compressions.”

Bella looked around seeing the other assistant struggle with the resuscitation trolley, she quickly ran and helped her wheel it by the bed. “Charge.” She said and the assistant quickly did as she’s told.

“Charging.” The assistant said and Bella placed the two metals on top of Mrs. Brovak’s chest. “Clear.”

“Clear.” Bella repeated and she pressed the metal on top of the woman’s chest giving out a thud. “No pulse. Higher.”

“Charging higher. Clear.”

Thud. “No pulse.” Bella is already sweating from the tension. “One more.”

“Charging. Clear.”

Thud. “Pulse! We have a pulse!” she called out quickly placing back the handles back to the trolley and looked towards doctor Mike who gave her a two thumbs up- the baby is alive. Bella gave out a huge sigh of relief.

After they patched the mother and daughter up, both Mike and Bella are exhausted and hungry. “It’s actually too late for lunch.” Mike commented and Bella’s stomach grumbled. “I need to take a stress nap.”

Bella laughed, “You talk like a kid.” She said dumping her bloody gloves in the bin. “But, I’ll see you after your beauty sleep. I’m going to look for food.”

“It’s a stress nap.” Mike corrected walking behind Bella as they got out of the operating room.

“Same difference.”

They parted ways then; Mike going back to the quarters while Bella made her way towards the dining hall or the kitchen. “Hey, Marietta.” Bella greeted when she saw one of Prince Seeiso’s assistants in the dining hall. “By any chance, do you have any food left?”

Marietta took seconds before responding. “The Prince packed food for you.” She said slowly. “He bring to you.”

“Prince Seeiso?”

“No, no.” the assistant shook her head. “Prince Harry.”

Well, where can I look for him? Bella only nodded her head and said thanks before making her way towards the quarters. She thought that maybe, her food is already in her room but when she entered, her rooms is still as she left it to be. Frowning, she turned around to make her way out when she noticed a piece of white paper on her floor.

Bella,

I have your food with me. Meet me in my room.

- H

Does it have to be his room? Bella’s mind complained and she sighed before walking out of her door and trudging her way towards Harry’s room; her stomach grumbling from hunger. She knocked three times and she heard the scrambling inside Harry’s room and a very distinct ouch before the door opened with a very disheveled looking Harry inside. “I’m here to- Hey!”

Harry pulled Bella inside the room and quickly closed his door. “Shh!” he said in a hushed whisper and Bella furrowed her eyebrows at him confused. “Did anyone see you?”

“You could of just handed my food over.”

Harry tried his best not to laugh at her crankiness obviously from hunger and him. “I haven’t eaten yet as well.” He said and Bella looked at him confused. “I wanted to have lunch with you to talk.”

“And it couldn’t wait until dinner?”

“I’m afraid not.” He said and Bella narrowed her eyes at him for a few seconds before nodding. “Have a seat.”

Bella looked around looking for a chair but didn’t find one- well, there’s one but a pile of Harry’s clothes are on top of it. “On the bed?” she asked looking at the bed before at Harry who’s preparing the food on his table. “We eat on the bed?”

“Well..” Harry started awkwardly. Obviously, he hadn’t thought this through and so he licked his lips looking around his room.

Men. Bella thought but smiled. Well, at least even if he’s a prince, he’s still like other normal men. “It’s fine.” She said shaking her head and grabbing one of the food container off of his hand. “I’m hungry. I have no time to be picky.” And so they sat beside each other silently eating. It is awkward to say the least. It feels very awkward. “Well, you have a nice room..” she finally commented figuring out that Harry won’t say anything.

“I’m a founder so I have a nicer room..” Harry answered and it’s back to awkwardness again. Say something! His mind yelled. Don’t always get so tongue tied!

“So-“

Both said at the same time and Bella smiled sending him a glance. “Go on.” She told him and she saw him bit his bottom lip. Sighing, she stood up and placed her food container on top of his table and she can feel him watching her every move. “I forgive you.”

“What?”

“I forgive you.” She repeated turning around and smiling at him. “I was about to tell you this morning but we had an emergency.”

“And Mike cut us off.”

Bella chuckled, “Him too.”

Harry smiled, he had missed her. Even if they were only fighting for a day and a half, he missed her. You missed her and seek her forgiveness but you seem to forget Meghan is mad at you as well. His mind suddenly chimed and he ignored it quickly. “So.. You’re not mad anymore?”

She shrugged, “No. I had time to think.” She said walking her way towards his bed. “Would you mind if I lay down a bit? It was so stressful this morning.”

Well, a good looking woman on your bed? “Sure.” He stood up to place his food container on the table and he turned around to find Bella with her eyes closed on his bed. “Bella?” he asked walking over to the side of his bed and kneeling by it.

“Just jump in beside me. I don’t mind.” Bella sighed, her voice absolutely tired.

Harry stared at the open space beside her for a while. Should I? He asked his eyes travelling towards Bella who’s now sleeping peacefully. His eyes scanned her face; her perfectly arched eyebrows, her long eyelashes, the light blush on her cheeks, and her pink plump lips. Just go on. You know you won’t try anything. And so, he sighed and carefully slipped into bed with her- careful to not move her. His heart leapt when her arm wrapped around his waist and he turned his heard towards her to see that she is still asleep.

The prince smiled and placed a hand on top of her one on top of his stomach. “Sleep well.” He whispered, his eyes closing as well.

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Chapter 18: Vicious circle

“Who the fuck was eavesdropping my conversation?”

“Meghan.”

“Meghan sold the Prince’s health issues to the press.” Edward said and hated himself for being the one to give such hard news to Harry. He saw the moment the shock came to his face and the exactly moment when he went into denial mode.

“Are you mental?” Harry yelled. “Of course my girlfriend wouldn’t do such a thing.”

“Harry...”

“Fuck off, Edward. You never liked Meghan and is just biased by Carolina. You’re fucking crazy to think Meghan would do this to hurt my grandfather.”

“Harry, it’s obvious she didn’t do it to hurt your family. She did it to hurt Carol. And to make you fight with her. I know the information got to the newspaper editor by 1 am. If it’s 1 am here, it’s 9 o’clock in Brazil. Where was Carol yesterday at this time?” Edward crossed his arms and walked around his car to seat on the passenger seat and put on the seat belt.

Harry’s mind started running wild trying to remember everything.

“She was at a media seminar for extra credit last night. She told me.” he whispered.

“And her phone…” Edward waited for him to fill in the blank.

“Was dead. I kept sending her lots of silly things during the day and her battery died. She only sent me pictures of the seminar when she got home. It was around midnight Brazil time.”

“Exactly. And we know that the newspaper was printed around 2am, our time. That means...”

“There’s not way Carol would’ve been able to be at the seminar and talking to the editor at the same time. She didn’t do it.”

“I told you so.” Edward said and looked at his friend. Harry wasn’t much of a emotional guy, but right now his eyes were full of emotions and tears and they soon started streaming down his face.

“Fuck!” Harry hit his head of the wheel a couple times hating himself even more at the moment.

Edward knew that Harry had probably lost one of the best friends he ever had. But he didn’t comment on it.

(…)

Carol was devastated. She was sad, feeling betrayed. She was mad and angry. She was furious.

She cried her whole ride home that day, she decided to call for a taxi because she really didn’t want too many people seeing her crying her eyes out. She was skipping classes, her phone was broken and she didn’t want to talk to anyone or see anyone. The only thing she wanted to do was tell Harry off and punch him. Her mind kept repeating his words and accusations and if that was possible her heart was breaking each and every time of it.

She got home and was thankful her mom wasn’t there. She took a long shower and her tears wouldn’t stop flowing. She sat on the floor of the shower stall, hugging her knees close to her chest and crying. She wept and sobbed for a couple of minutes before getting up and leaving the bathroom. She fixed a sandwich to eat and went to her bedroom. She laid there in silence for a time before the tears came back and she hated herself because she was crying because of him.

“I honestly hope you rot, wanker.” she whispered at a certain point.

(…)

As soon as he got home Harry was a man in a mission. He took off his blazer and tie, served a glass of scotch and drank it so quickly before serving another one.

He sat on his desk and stared at his phone for a couple of hours. His eyes were red and puffy and he was overwhelmed by all the emotions he was feeling at this moment. He had to be clever and sneaky. He needed proof to believe Meghan would do such a horrible thing just to hurt his friend. He and Carol had never given Meghan a reason to believe they’d cheat on her. They were friends. They were best friends and that was it. He first called his girlfriend. It was only 8 am in Toronto, so she wouldn’t be on set yet.

“Hey honey. What a surprise you calling me so early.” she said with a sweet voice while she was getting ready to work.

“I missed you, that’s all.” Harry tried to put an effort on his voice.

“Missed? As in you don’t miss me anymore?” she asked.

“I always miss you, Meg. You know that.”

“Yeah. I think I do.” smiled and he was silent for a moment.

“Meg, do you love me?” he asked.

“Of course I love you, Harry. Why are you asking me this?”

“Would you ever do anything to hurt me or my family?” he asked already knowing the answer: yes.

“Of course not honey.” she was getting suspicious but there was no way he’d be able to find out the truth. She hadn’t given her name or used her own phone, she made sure to call the editor in an hour that Carol would be home.

“Yeah.. I think I should’ve listened to you when you told me Carolina wasn’t to be trusted. She sold a very important information to the press, my grandparents are furious with me and they’re truly considering taking off my title.” Harry said knowing that Meghan didn’t know how things worked in the Royal family, so she wouldn’t realize it was a lie.

“REALLY?” she was truly shocked. She loved Harry, of course. But she also liked the idea of the power she’d have if connected to him.

“Yes… I just came home from Buckingham. I might as well go back to the army.”

“But the army is not safe...”

“I know. But that’s what I like to do. And I’ll have to earn my own money.” he interrupted her.

They were silent and Harry served another glass of scotch he wanted to get drunk as soon as possible.

“What do you think of us moving in together? I once asked Carolina how I should ask you this but now I don’t really take her opinion into consideration.”

“How would it work?” Meghan said after a while. He was acting weird, but that was because of the newspapers and the prospect of being left without a title and a job, she thought. But she couldn’t help but smile knowing that Carolina was definitely out of the picture. “What you discussed with her?”

The fish bit the bait. If Meghan wasn’t trying to make Carol look bad for him, she’d start a jealousy fit and not asked what they had talked about.

“I only chatted with her about it, she advised me to talk to my father first and to wait to see if your show is renewed. If it is, I’d be doing less engagements to be with you in Toronto. If it’s not, we’d have to get a flat in London to live. I don’t really care about the place or the country. I just want to be close to you, Meg.” he was disgusted to be saying those words, but he had to do it.

“That’s incredible, Harry. But let’s not get too carried over it, ok?” she said cautiously.

“Well… it’s about time. You have to leave for work. Don’t let me hold you back.”

“Ok, honey. I’ll call you later. We’re planning our next step carefully. Love you, Harry.” she said and hung up.

Now everything he had to do was wait. And waiting he did. So did the bottle that didn’t leave his side.

(…)

“Prince Harry is about to move in together with Meghan Markle. They’re planning to live in a flat in London next Summer.”

“Only a day after Prince Philip’s health announcement from the Palace, a close source says Prince Harry and girlfriend Meghan are moving in together.”

“Just a step before another royal wedding: Prince Harry and Meghan Markle are moving in together. Are they rushing things to have Prince Philip present at the wedding?”

Three days. That’s how long Harry waited. He was in a terrible mood, yelling at anyone about anything. But he was rewarded three days later when he woke up and saw Edward’s newspapers clippings about the lie he had told Meghan. He was furious with her, but at the same time he was furious with himself. Knowing Carol like he did, she wouldn’t forgive him easily. And now he knew how much she valued their friendship and how much she deserved to be trusted. If she had said she didn’t sell his grandfather’s secret to the press, he should have believed it. Not accuse her of something as low as selling him out to earn money. Harry knew Carol’s history and her family’s history. They all worked very hard. They all knew the value of things not just the price. He booked a flight to Toronto later that evening. He couldn’t wait to get there and see if Meghan would once and for all admit she was the one who got the easy money.

(…)

Breaking up a relationship was never a easy thing to do. Sometimes one doubt they’re doing the right thing. But Harry was as sure as possible when he arrived at Meghan’s house at 2 am in Toronto time. She was sleepy and surprised. She was happy seeing him there but soon all hell broke loose and they had one of the biggest fights both of them would ever have. It took Harry four hours for Meghan do confess. He tried to start calm and simply asked her. She denied. He then played with words to see if he’d be able to confuse her and make her talk, but she didn’t open her mouth. He was getting angry and anxious and he simply accused her of doing it. Meghan started playing dumb and crying and after she saw how mad Harry was getting, she tried to revolve the game in her favor. So she accused Carolina of doing it. She lied to his face. And that only helped Harry to get angrier. She confessed after Harry yelling at her for a couple of hours. And if he hadn’t been raised to be a prince and well mannered, Harry would seriously do something he regretted. He left her house, slamming her front door, as single man, he was relieved for now knowing the truth and thankful for Edward’s effort to prove he was wrong. He was so very damn wrong. Now he had a friend to win back. That was the hardest part.

(…)

“Please, let’s not talk about him.” Carol said laying on Julia’s bed. She was waiting for her friend to get ready to go out. But as always, Julia was taking forever to get ready.

“I mean… he was a fucking dick to you!” she said looking at Carol. “I think we both should punch him.”

Julia and Carol were more like sisters than best friends. They liked the same things, they studied at the same schools, they even at some point had a crush on the same boy. They went to concerts together, they traveled together and they were the kind of friends that even if they were too busy with their lives and went weeks without talking to each other, as soon as both of them were in the same room, it felt like the hadn’t missed a day. Julia had always been one of Carol’s role model. She was smart, funny and outgoing. She stood up for her friends and family whenever it was needed. But she was also the first one to point their flaws and was a very sincere critic to all of them.

“I think you’ve got a crush on him.” Julia said while applying her mascara.

“You’re crazy. I don’t have a crush on him.” Carol said defiantly.

“Deny as much as you want, Carol, but I know you. You’ve got a huge crush on the ginger prince. Besides, I’d be surprised if you hadn’t. You always pick the most daft men to have crushes on.”

Carol threw a pillow at her friend and they laughed.

She was only going out tonight because Julia was simply making her. Ever since her fight with Harry a week ago she only got out of bed to go to work. Everyone noticed her sullen mood and her snapy comments. She was pushing everyone away from her and Julia was the only brave enough to walk on thin ice and tell her friend the things she needed to hear. They were going to Villa and they wanted to dance the night away and get drunk. No one was allowed to go back home sober.

(…)

Carol woke up the next day in a different yet familiar bed. She had a pounding headache from all the tequila she drank. She was only in her underweard an before she started panicking she looked at her side and saw she was at Rodrigo’s house.

“Fuck!” she whispered.

She closed her eyes trying to remember last night. She remembered arriving with her friend, she remembered dancing and drinking. She remembered he arrived there with his friends and that he almost started a fight when she was dancing with another guy. She was drunk. She wanted to be reckless. She wanted to not care about all Harry’s advices to not go near him again.

And she remembered she was the one that kissed him.

Everything else was a blur.

But now that Carol was in pain and sober, she panicked because out of everyone in the world, Rodrigo had to be the last one she had to look for comfort. She thought about trying to leave before he woke and when she was starting to take off the blankets, his arm was around her waist and he was fully awake.

“Going somewhere?” he said nuzzling her neck.

“To the bathroom...” she lied and he tried to kiss her “Morning breath. Off you go.” she pushed him and got out of bed. She went to the bathroom to wash her face and she tried to think of a way to be out of this situation. She looked for a painkiller on his cabinet and found one. She took two without any water and was so relieved when she saw the used condom on his trashbin. At least they had protection.

When she got back to the bedroom, he had fixed them breakfast. She almost said she wasn’t hungry but her stomach rumbled loudly.

“You’re always hungry in the morning. Specially after sex, so I brought you breakfast.” he said.

“Thanks” she gave him an awkward smile and started eating. “What exactly happened last night?”

“Well… You kissed me and didn’t let me go for the rest of the night. I was driving you home and you asked me not to. We came here, had sex and fell asleep.” he said like it was the most normal thing ever.

“Well… it’s not happening again. I was drunk and weak.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Carolinda.” he smiled. That fucking damn smile. He nuzzled her neck again e she could feel the warmth of his body on hers. Breakfast was soon forgotten. And the vicious circle was back on.

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