I was interrupted by someone carelessly walking by, almost hitting me in the face with a black and white Van's backpack.
"it's impolite to stare", he said when he was already a step behind the table I was sitting at, leaving me with an open mouth.
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HI bubbas! finally finally i updated. I'm sowwy for keeping you waiting so long ): but here's a rather long chapter as an excuse!
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Hours after he had left, the faint, sweet smell of his cologne was still lingering in my room, as if he had only just closed the door. A smile was printed to my lips that just wouldn't go away. Even when I woke up the next morning, it was still there, I was laying on my bed and smiling at the ceiling like an idiot. I just felt so... warm on the inside. Like everything would eventually turn to the good.
The first thing I did after getting up was sending four identical letters out to his friends – Edward, Niall, Liam, and Zayn if I was right. I even closed them with dark red wax seals. I put them into their letterboxes myself, hoping it would make it easier for Harry when the people he spent most time with knew what was going on. Maybe they already got suspicious in case they had seen the ring or asked him where he had been yesterday.
Not even the usual procedure – sitting in on negotiations, counselling with Hudson, and signing contracts for everything that was supposed to happen after Friday – could drag down my mood. All it took to make me feel better, to make me feel safe was thinking about him. Reminding me of, I wanted to ask him to go for a walk with me later. I wanted to take him to the royal gardens, a hidden place that only few have ever been to. It was shed from the outside, only accessible from the private wing of the palace.
That's also where we had horses, for example. I practically never went there (It's a beautiful place, yet boring, and I had to sneak there because I wasn't allowed to leave the building) so that they would not notice that I was taking a foreign person for a walk. It was probably the last place where Paul would go searching for me. Just in case he noticed that I was missing.
I called Harry, but he didn't answer, which is why I left him a text. About an hour later, my screen lit up with an answer.
14: 08: Curly: Hi, sorry. I had exams so I couldn't answer earlier... saw that you called. I'd love to go for a walk, when and where?
I replied that I'd pick him up at his room in two hours. If he only knew how much I did, he would probably run away. That being said, I should probably address the thing I was procrastinating to do: Getting me and Harry papped and eventually facing my father or Emily. The sooner I would do that, the sooner it would be over and the sooner I was save from being with some duchess I didn't want. But it would also be sooner that Harry left me – and while he was only here to help me, I was thinking lovesick thoughts about him. I felt bad about it. So, so bad. If I could, I'd shut the tingles in my stomach out whenever I saw him. If I could.
