The Prince that Saved Me

Chapter V

| blond Prince Harold |

"The ball was lovely last night." my mother gushed at the breakfast table. "Everyone looked dashing! You should've came, darling. Prince Harold and Princess Anne were looking for you last night." One of her eyebrows are up and she's looking at me suspiciously, while feeding Emma. "Yes, they seemed very fond of you, my dear. I must say." George said eating an egg.

"That's nice." I said biting into my sausage patty. "Lily told me that the two of you were getting closer but I didn't think he fancied you! Elizabeth, how sweet." I can tell my mum was looking at me with dreamy eyes, so I avoided her while eating my last piece of egg.

"Mmm, very." I agreed quickly. "Elizabeth why are-"

"So, I never got to thank you, George for all of my art supplies you bought for me. You say it's in the attic, yes?" I say clearing my dishes from the table. "Yes, dear."

"But Elizabeth, I wasn't finish-" I honestly didn't feel like talking to my mother about Harold so I rudely cut her short. "Cheers for breakfast. I'm going to paint now. Don't wait up, I doubt I'm leaving the house today. Ta!" I said rushing up the stairs, hearing my step father laugh.

Once I'm in the attic with my speakers in hand, I plug my phone into it and let the beautiful melodies of Bach fill the room. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing myself before starting to paint on the blank canvas.

When I get in my mood, I call it, it's like my subconscious takes control and I don't know what I'm painting until I'm finished. I never truly understood the powers of the subconscious until I was finished my painting today.

"Oh my-" my brush dropped onto the floor as I gasped. "Oh my god." I had drawn two piercing green eyes and those thick and unruly eyebrows. Nothing else. No other facial features, no hair, no background. Just his eyes.

"Elizabeth!" I heard my mother calling from downstairs. "Coming mum!" I said reluctantly leaving my picture and turning off my speakers to go down stairs. "Yes, mum?" I answer, honestly with my mind still on my painting.

"We're going for tea, George and I." She says, walking into Emma's room and placing her in her crib. "Okay?" I asked confused on why she felt the need to tell me. Usually if she leaves, she doesn't bother telling me. "Margaret told me how well you were with little Emma, so would you mind watching her? We should be back in a couple of hours." I actually was excited that she asked me to watch Emma. "I would love to mother, now go!" I shoo her out of the room and she chuckles lightly and gives me a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

"Emma, my love." I coo, picking her up. I go downstairs and into the family room. As soon as I sit down the doorbell rings. "bloody hell, ma!" I say getting up again, walking towards the door.

"What have you possibly forgotten- oh." My words are cut short when I see Prince Harold on my door step. A very blond Prince Harold. "May I?" he asks gesturing to the inside of the house. "I suppose." I answer moving out of his way.

"You don't mind my security in your driveway, do you?" he asks and I look out to see two all black cars in the driveway. "It's fine." I say closing the door and heading back to the family room with Emma in my arms. "Is she yours?" Harold asks following close behind me.

"My sister, yes." I say rocking her as she begins to cry. "Ah, shush little Emma." I say softly. "May I?" I want to say I felt hesitant when thinking if I should give Emma to Harold, but something felt natural about it.

"She's precious." he says rocking her back and forth. "Yes, she is." I say admiring her. She slowly stops whimpering and falls asleep shortly and I'm left there admiring Harold with my baby sister in his arms. It's honestly incredibly adorable.

"Why don't we put her in the nursery?" I suggest and walk towards the stairs. He quietly follows behind me and places Emma down once we reach her room. When he leaves the room, I kiss her, gently, and shut her door on the way out.

"So," I say after a while of just standing there. "So." Harold says mimicking me. "Why are you here? It's been nearly two weeks and I was just beginning to forget about you." I say falsely. I know it was very rude, but I couldn't help but feel resentment towards him. I started to fall for him and he led me on, knowing he had a girlfriend.

"Did you get my message last week? I wanted to see you." He says, searching my eyes. I avert mine and head towards the stairs. "You can't do this, Harold! We can't do-" What even is it that we"re doing?

"Taylor isn't my girlfriend!" Harold says cutting me off with a loud voice. I stop at the bottom of the stairs and flinch at the loudness. "I don't fancy her at all!" he says now, turning me towards him. I flinch again at the contact and my breathing quickens. He notices and quickly lets go. "I'm sorry." he says running his hands through his hair. "It's just that.. I- I like you. I haven't been able to get you off my mind since you ran from me at the ball."

I am gobsmacked and don't know what to say. Tell him that you fancy him as well! "It's okay, you don't have to say anything. But I figured since you weren't going to come to me, I'd come find you." he laughs, nervously.

"How did you find my house-"

"I'm the Prince, it's not hard to get what you want." He says and I can't help but laugh. "Ah, a smile." he says happily. "Well, if you don't like Taylor. Then why is she around so much?" I said think back to the two events I saw her at. He runs his hand through his hair again, before beginning to speak.

"Well she's supposedly America's Sweetheart and my grandfather likes her. He thinks it would do me good to be seen with her. He wants me to date her, but I don't fancy that idea much."

"What did you say her last name was?"

"Swift."

"Now I know exactly who she is. I don't listen to mainstream much but I have heard her name on television and in the radio before." He nods his head and continues to run a hand through the blond locks. "I don't know why everyone thinks she so sweet. She's not, I don't like her." He says. Who are you telling?

I walk back into the family room and sit down on the couch I was sitting on before Harold came over. "So why the blond hair and the goofy hat?" I say, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's a wig and I like this hat!" his dimples are showing and his green eyes crinkle. He's so angelic. "A disguise?" I ask, putting two and two together. "You hit it, right on the nail."

"I could still tell it was you." I say sliding over, so he can take the seat next to mine. "Plenty of people can't." he stated, matter-of-factly. "Take it off. I like your brown hair better." I find myself saying. He takes his hat and wig off, his eyes never leaving mine. The moment felt so piercing and I don't know why.

Harry stayed for another half hour and we got to know each other better. I learned that he absolutely loves babies and he wants to have a daughter and name her Darcy, his two favorite colors are orange and blue, his favorite place in the world is the village of Holmes Chapel in Cheshire, and he has a secret talent for singing.

"Let me hear you sing!" I laugh as we make our way towards the door. He places his hat on his head before opening the door. Four guards stood outside, waiting to escort him to the car. "I will let you hear me sing if you allow me to properly take you out tomorrow night." He winks. "Are you bribing me, Prince Harold?" I giggle, I can feel my cheeks heating up.

"Only if it's working, love." He says, tipping my chin up. "Pick me up at 6?" I ask. 

"Sure thing." He leans over and places a sweet kiss upon my cheek.

A chill runs through me and I try to contain a shiver. "Cheers then!" He says turning away. I close the door and run towards the windows to see him waving goodbye. "Cheerio" I whisper with excitement.