The Unexpected Journey-A Prince Harry Fan Fic

Chapter 60

Author's Note: There is a bit in here that is in French. I used Google Translate for that and it doesn't really matter what is being said in the moment as you will discover it soon enough.

There's also a little time jumping.  We start on Day Thirteen, then jump back in time and work our way to Thirteen again.

I hope that makes sense!

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Day Thirteen

Harry was alive with excitement as he finished up at the event; shook hands, said his good-byes. It was Day Thirteen of Fourteen. At this exact time the next day he would be looking in her eyes, holding her close, making gentle fun of the way she took the phone she had jumped on him over and used it to check in with him every single day she had been there.

He couldn't wait to see her and it showed. He was smiling wide, walking briskly as he made his way from the venue towards the car. Stopping to shake hands and say hello. He was almost finished when it happened, almost done waving to the crowds when Thomas stepped forward with Harry's cell phone in hand with a light nudge. Harry glanced down and back up at Thomas; thinking maybe he had lost his mind. Harry had never taken a phone call when he was out like this; shaking hands, walking the rope line. He shook his head slightly, not once losing his focus. But Thomas was insistent, his hand resting on Harry's arm, forcing his attention.

"Sir," his voice was stern and when Harry met his eyes, he saw a genuineness there that spoke volumes. Thomas had been with Harry for a long time, with the family even longer. He would never put this out there if it weren't important.

Still, an annoyance went with him as he smiled apologetically at the people in front of him. "This couldn't have waited until we were in the car?" He muttered to Thomas who shook his head.

"No sir."

"Fine." Taking the phone from his hand, Harry stepped off to the side as much as he could to prevent himself from being seen on the telephone at an official function. Moving away from the view of the crowd, he rounded a corner and, as he pressed the phone to his ear, he heard the news that would hand the press photos of him that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Day Three

"Bloody hell..." Harry called out into his dark room as he rolled towards his nightstand, tangling up in the sheets. His hand slapped at the stand, searching for his ringing phone. His eyes squinted at the clock. "Who in the hell is calling at three in the..." His heart thudded in his ear as he answered the phone; panicked. "Maddie?"

"I'm okay." Knowing him, knowing his disposition, she went first for comfort and assurance and he was eternally grateful for that. "I'm okay. Everyone is okay." He heard her take a breath as every single molecule in his body relaxed.

"You're okay," he breathed.

"I'm okay."

"Okay," he eased back into his bed, taking the phone with him. "What's going on?"

"Promise..." Her voice was soft, whispery. "Promise not to make fun of me."

"I promise," he agreed; his heart warming at every word she spoke.

"I...wanted to hear your voice." Harry was thankful for the dark room as an embarrassingly wide grin stretched across his face. She could hear him over the phone, the way his breath drew in, the way he chuckled to himself. "It's only my second day here and already I want to crawl into bed with you and..."

"Third," he corrected her, unsure why he felt the need to do so. "It's your third day."

"Yes," she breathed with a smile. "I guess it is. I'm sorry Harry. I didn't mean to wake you. I shouldn't have called this late, I just..."