A modern twist on Disney prince. (A bit likeA Cinderella Story–one of my favorites)
"Even Miracles take a little time." –Cinderella
Harry was surrounded by fifty of his "closest" friends.
He was entirely alone in a crowd. He could scream and no one would hear him. He thought it was the most ridiculous thing in the world. All these people thought he was great and wonderful. It was stupid. Because maybe he was rich or wonderful or whatever they thought...but they were vultures—they fed off his wealth. Harry was generous but they were terrible people. They were just awful people. He wanted to leave them, but he didn't know anyone else. This was all he knew—rich, popular, snooty, rude people.
But he did have one thing going for him.
His angel.
His beautiful sweet girl that he met one day after he hit and totaled her car because he was distracted by a few birds flying by and didn't know there was a stop sign ahead. He knew her, but he never got to really know her. They ran in different circles. It wasn't that he didn't care to get to know her...he'd just never had the opportunity. She started crying and he thought he broke her spine or something, gave her a concussion or something, but she wouldn't accept any water, or anything. So he made her sit down. She was hysterical and he felt so bad and he didn't know what to say or do. Eventually she calmed down and swallowed through her tears. "I'm sorry, m'fine. I'm so sorry," you said softly wiping your eyes. "I just..." you sniffled. "I'm glad we're okay but...dammit, I need this car," you explained brokenly. "I know how stupid that sounds but my step–"
Harry looked at you as if he was seeing for the first time as he interrupted you. "Kitten, I'll fix your car," he promised and placed his hands on your shoulders rubbing his thumbs soothingly on your arms. Of course he would. It wasn't a question. "It's my total fault, I wasn't paying attention. I'm so glad you're okay," he said and squeezed your shoulders. "You're okay, and I'll fix your car, I swear," he promised with a gentle smile.
He did fix your car. He got you an upgrade. "Why would you do that?" You gasped when he pulled up to your work in a brand new car and handed you the keys.
"I totaled yours," he said with a shrug. "And to be honest, sweet, it was a piece of shit and you don't need that headache. And before you freak out, it really wasn't a lot because I don't want you freaking out...and you seem like you'd freak out over this sort of thing," he said gently. "I know how insane this seems, but I'm so sorry. And my mum and dad said I could do this for you–they're grateful you're keeping my insurance down because I'm an idiot. So seriously, it's nothing," he squeezed your hand around the car key. You're on the family account so whenever you need anything—oil, battery, tires, just bring it down to the shop and it'll go on the tab free of charge. I'm dead serious, don't think I don't mean it," he said softly. "I'll check all the time," he said.
You looked at him and you couldn't speak you were so grateful. "Harry, I—"
He held his hand up. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. Enjoy the ride," he winked at you and kissed your cheek and then walked back toward town.
You were wealthy, but not really. Your step-mother had taken your father's... well, everything. You got nothing. It was terrible. But you didn't have a choice. You turned eighteen next year, so it was just a little while longer. Instead, you worked your butt off at the family owned restaurant. You were the hostess, but you were also a waitress, cook and manager. You did it all at some point while your stepmother spent the earnings.
She ordered you around the house, the restaurant and around town. It was always you. And if you didn't do it, it wouldn't get done. And you'd get yelled at for those non-accomplishments.
