The Prince that Saved Me

Chapter IX

| Zayn |

"You're here?! As in Heathrow Airport, here?" I exclaim, excitedly. I can see Harry looking at me questioningly, but I'm way too excited to care if I seemed mad. "Yes, Elizabeth. I'm in England, now it would be lovely if you'd come and pick me up." he says, lightheartedly through the other side of the line. "I'm with him and Emma now. I can see if he would like to accompanying me in picking you up?" I suggest, talking to Harry and Zayn. "Sure, just let me know when you're on your way."

"So would you?" I ask Harry when I hang up with Zayn. "I would love to. Let me just call and get extra security for us, since we have Emma with us and all." He says taking his phone out of his pocket. I gently take Emma out of his arms and carry her upstairs to get her dressed for the outside weather. "He says that were good to go whenever. There are already security here already and most of the paparazzi left." Harry says coming into Emma's nursery. "Sounds terrific." I smile.

Zayn's here! I kept thinking. He's on England soil, I can't wait to see him! It's been way too long. I wonder if he ever got a hair cut or if he decided to let it grow. Is he here to stay or is he leaving again? I surely hope he's staying. I mean, he's liked it here before when we came to visit mother.. I really hope he stays- "Eliza..." Harry calls from in front of me. "You were spacing out on me." He laughs. "I'm sorry Zayn just surprised me, I didn't know he was coming." I say, smiling to myself. I am truly so excited to see his scruffy little face. "You surely are excited. He must be great, I can't wait to meet him." I smile at him as he shuffles with putting Emma in her carrier. How'd I get so lucky?

"All set?" he asks looking back at me. "Sure." I say, throwing my scarf around my neck. He grabs the carrier and opens the door for me. Security was right in front of us as we begin to hear shouting from outside of my house's lawn and my heart quickens nervously. Harry is right beside me with Emma, covered by a blanket. I anxiously look up to Harry, smiling, trying to mask my nerves.

I'll always be here for you, I'll always be here to listen to you. I promise.

I remember his words from about an hour ago and feel slightly less nervy. "I'm a bit restless." I whisper to him. Even though it wasn't the biggest revelation of the year, trying to share my feelings, even the little ones, was hard. I could tell he appreciated my honesty because a big grin spread across his face and he enveloped his hand in mine. "You're safe. I've got you, princess." Not only did my body relax, but my heart also warmed. Is he seriously real? I thought only people this perfect belonged in romance novels and films. One of the big security guys opened the back door for us and I climbed in first, strapping Emma in second, and then Harry climbed in last.

"Not so bad, eh?" He smirked. And to be honest, I had forgotten all about the people standing outside snapping pictures. I shook my head no. I sent Zayn a message saying we were on our way before realizing something. "Harry," I say looking up at him fearfully. "They got our pictures. What if a rumor begins.. what if they say this is like your secret child or something? What if-" Harry places a reassuring hand on top of mine. "Calm down, lovely. There are going to be plenty rumors about us now. I suppose I should have asked you if you were okay with all of the publicity before starting to come over..."

"No I don't mind... I'm pretty sure George and my mum are some what used to it. Seeing as they are public figures... I'm just scared by them." I whisper the last part. "Are you sure you're fine with this? It might mean never going back to your regular life again. You'll probably be talked about, negative or positive, followed by people all of the time. You'll never have a private life again, especially if I stick around more permanently- That's only you'd want me too." Like me, he kind of whispered the last part. I squeezed his hand tightly, "I would happily enjoy your company if you stuck around, you're an okay person." I joke, which makes him beam. "So, you want to do this?"