The Reckless & The Brave

Prolouge

“If I asked you to trust me, would you?” His voice was calm and relaxed, his face inches from mine, and his cold breath piercing as it reached my skin. I gulped shakily, managing to croak out “Y-Yes.” He gave me that grin he always does and took my hand

“That trust thing...” he began, turning his head and staring into the distance “It comes into place now.” There was a short pause while he muttered something under his breath, then he gripped my hand tighter “RUN!” We ran off back the way we came, down the many alleys of New York City and weaving in and out of people who had no idea what we were doing. I found it funny seeing them so clueless, how simple their lives were. On the cold winter’s night, they’d be Christmas shopping or finishing work for the evening, going home to their loved ones and watching television. I was envious of them, what a life I could be living if I hadn’t met him. Looking up and seeing his face, so intense and focused on what we were getting away from, I knew that a normal life would mean being without him, I’d rather die. The connection between us wasn’t just love; it was something more, as if my heart was in his chest now, like we were bound together by super glue. Even if I hated him I wouldn’t want to be away from him, it would be impossible. Families were stuck together for life, and that’s what he felt like, my family. All of a sudden he turned to me, bending down and scooping me up in just one of his arms. He did this a lot, I can’t say I was that happy about it, but I knew it was necessary. He turned down a path behind a row of shops, kicking bins and litter out of our way. He latched onto the fire escape stairs of an apartment building, pulling them down effortlessly and carrying me up them as fast as he could go. I wanted to get down and climb myself, it didn’t seem fair to make him carry me with his bad leg, but he showed no sign of discomfort. “Damn it” he grumbled

I frowned “What?”

“They’re waiting for us at the top.”

“Surely that’s a good thing?”

“Jack’s going to be pissed.” He continued at the same fast pace, despite what was waiting for us. With one arm, he reached behind and grabbed my back roughly. He pulled me with such force that I toppled over head first onto the roof, collapsing at their feet. He was behind me shortly after; “Are you alright?!” he bit his lip.

“I’m fine” I smiled “I’m used to it.” In front of us stood the others, I knew they were going to be pissed. However Jack just huffed and talked into his radio “We’ve found them sir” he rolled his eyes “They were just pissing about... again.”

James, our usual body guard stepped forward; “Harry, Holly get in the helicopter now, before you draw any more attention to yourselves.” I turned around and smirked at my boyfriend, he winked back at me cheekily and took my hand, leading me towards our ride home. I’m Holly Longford and my boyfriend is Prince Harry Of Wales.