Secretly Married to a Prince

Chap 12: He's serious

Aynie

“So you didn’t go out anywhere today?”

I just came back from a shopping trip in the main market to find Harry sitting exactly where I left him, on the couch with the love of his life- his laptop.

“Nope” he replied making a popping noise with the p.

“That’s unacceptable”

No one comes to my hometown and leaves without actually experiencing it.

“What?” he asks annoyed.

I throw a cushion at him.

“Get up” I urge.

“Why?” he looks surprised that I’m talking to him.

I don’t know why I’m talking to him. I guess I’m tired of ignoring him.

“I’m showing you my city”

***

“How much further?” he asks, his breath coming in short gasps.

“We’re almost there” I reply, equally breathless.

Just a couple more feet.

And we’re here.

And here is just as beautiful as I remember.

Harry and I have been climbing this hill for the past half an hour. I told him the view would be worth it.

I sneak a glance at him and he looks dumbfounded. I would laugh at his expression but that’s probably exactly what I look like.

And then the sun starts to set, making the entire island orange.

Beautiful.

“Beautiful” Harry murmurs.

“I know” I reply.

And right then he does something that catches me completely off guard.

He takes my hand in his.

“Thank you” he says softly.

And I tell him it’s no big deal.

***

“But I want pizza” I say meaning every word.

“Like you said, we have to experience the culture” Harry quotes me, smiling.

“I take it back”

“You can’t”

“Do you know that in China a woman can get a divorce if her husband doesn’t give her pizza?” I ask smartly.

“I think you mean coffee” he says smugly.

He’s too smart for his own good.

“Same difference” I yell.

“You want a divorce?” he asks.

“If you don’t get me my pizza” I say crossing my arms.

He just laughs.

Ugh this man, he’s left me no choice.

So I put on my mastered puppy dog face and say “Please?”

He laughs aloud.

“No”

“You are the most stubborn… selfish ass I have ever met.” I tell him and stalk off.