The Prince (Harry Styles)

Chapter 27

The last night before Harry had to leave had arrived, much to my dismay. I could feel my stomach in my throat from how nervous I was. Every moment I was left alone tears welled in my eyes from the thought of losing him. Not having him here for the rest of time seemed to be something I couldn't imagine, but never getting to walk down the aisle with him was something I wanted. I knew that once I admitted that I loved him. 

Since the spat we had a few weeks ago, I had made it my mission that while Harry was away I would try. I was going to work really hard and get this royal life down to a pat. I was determined. I wanted Harry to be proud of me and when he came back, I would be ready to tell him.

Knocks sounded at my door, and I knew instantly it was Harry. We were spending dinner together, as well as most of the night. I was almost positive he told everyone to leave us alone so we could spend time together before he left. I got off the chair, rushing to the door to pull it open. I saw Harry, in shorts and a t-shirt looking, like me, as if like he was ready to spend a night in. Not going anywhere, just relaxing and cuddling. It's not Prince Harry and Ms. Price, it was just Harry and Emerald, two people who fell in love under extraordinary circumstances.

"I brought some films," he said holding up a bag. "I also have some Chinese takeaway, I got the cashew chicken and a bunch of other foods. And fizzy drinks, loads of junk food... sound good?" he asked, bouncing on his bare feet.

"Sounds perfect," I smiled, stepping to the side to let him come into the room. He walked over the television that he had insisted be put in my bedroom. I didn't have one until a week ago when he told me he wanted to watch films with me and I obliged, although I was not sure how to work the gadget, so it had not been of use yet.

"What film first? Love, Actually or Titanic?" he asked, holding up the films. "Funny or sad, with some sex scenes?"

"Boys," I muttered to myself. "Which one do you want to watch?" 

"Don't mind. Though the funny one is a Christmas film," he said to himself. "We'll watch the sad one."

"That's what I thought," I laughed as Harry walked across the room, crouching in front of the TV. I saw him grab an oblong device and click the red button, pointing it up at the TV to turn it blue.

It seemed so natural for him, while it was foreign for me. Instances like it reminded me of our vastly different backgrounds. He lived in a world of technology whereas I grew up with barely a light switch. I grinned as he turned back to me and sat down on the floor.

"Grab the food, will you?" He asked, gesturing to the bed. I grabbed the bags and sat down on the floor next to him, folding my legs against his chest. I watched as Harry sifted through the bags, taking everything out and placing it on the floor as the film began in the background. 

"One for you, one for me," he said and handed me a white container and a fork. "I didn't get chopsticks, they're hard to manage."

"It's okay," I giggled, opening the lid. I watched Harry as he opened the package of black liquid with his teeth, pouring it over the top of his food, and I copied him.

"What is in here, exactly?"

"Food," he said as he stirred it. I rolled my eyes at his attempt to be funny. "Don't ask. It's foods that you think wouldn't go together, but they do. Just eat it."

"Why should I trust you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Why should you ever trust me?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. I opened my mouth to respond but nothing came out. "Exactly. No response."

"I can withhold things from you," I said, a smile forming on my lips.

"Like what?" 

"Sex," I shrugged, leaning against my bed. Harry's head snapped over to me and I just gave him a smile. "You may be the royal prince, but I am a woman."