Secretly Married to a Prince

Chap 35: Bye Paris

i don't do a lot of dedications because im lazy like that but this chapter is dedicated to DangerousGal2001 because it was her birthday :)

Previously in SMTAP

 

Harry

"Yes- shit Harry! What did you do?!" he said as he rushed to my side. He took the first aid kit from the loo and fixed my mess. I tried to laugh at him, but instead, tears sprung from my eyes. Jake saw me cry a couple of times. Not so manly of me, I guess, but I'm vulnerable. Jake's been with me for more than 15 years. He knows me more than I know myself.

"They told me about what happened earlier Harry. It's not your fault." He said. I just cried silently. "6 more months Harry. You've done it for almost 5 years now. You can do it for 6 months."

"But Jake. Oliver wasn't in the picture 4 years ago. Now he is Aynie's boyfriend damn it!"

"Aynie doesn't have a clue Harry, of what you've done for her."

"Just 6 more months Jake and she will know. For now, I want you to arrange a public appearance for me and Marie. Tip the paps that I'll be there. I have to officially announce our "relationship".

"You're digging a bigger hole Harry. Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Even though you paid that bastard off not to tell anyone about Aynie, I still can't risk it."

"If you are so sure about it then okay, I will."

"Thanks Jake. You're a good friend"

"By the time you and Aynie get married, you have a lot of explaining to do."

Jake said as he walked out the door.

"At least I could tell her I love her."

 

 

Harry

"Are you and Marie officially dating Prince Harry?" one of the reporters asked me the moment Marie and I stepped out of Starbucks. They were a dozen of them, the least, waiting for the juicy confirmation.

"Yes we are" I told them as dragged Marie out of the scene. She was clinging to me like a monkey but I'd rather have her face painted on the tabloid than my wife. We're just several feet away from my car when some of the paps tailed behind us.

"How are you going to handle your relationship since you are in different countries?" the lady in tight blazer asked, trying to shove her microphone in front of us.

"We can manage" I answered shortly as my "girlfriend" and I climbed into my car. I immediately started the engine and drove off, with my bodyguards behind me. They are in a separate vehicle, 3 vehicles to be precise.

"Darling, I'm glad you made our relationship official. I'm also happy that you texted me after a year of not seeing each other. My girlfriends are going to be soooo jealous of me." She said in her think and exaggerated French accent. I met her at a bar, obviously, 1 year ago here in Paris. I only contacted her for Aynie's sake. I won't tell her that of course or she'll go gaga over me. She fished her gold IPhone from her purse and started texting, her girlfriends probably, with her long and manicured nails that I really don't like. I hate girls with overly manicured nails- complete with stones, gems, whatever they put on there.

"Sooo, darling, when are you going to introduce me to your parents?" she asked and I scoffed. Like that's ever going to happen.

"We've been official for like 10 minutes and you want to meet my parents? Not going to happen Marie."