The Prince that Saved Me

Chapter X

| Niall, Liam, Louis |

Harry's POV

"Lovely dinner mother, thank you." I say, kissing her hand before leaving. "Pardon us, princess." Liam says respectfully as Louis, Niall and himself get up to follow me out of the dining room and towards my room. "So how was Elizabeth's?" Louis asks, skipping up to catch me. "What are you on about?" I ask as I shut my room door. "Oh don't try and act as if you weren't seeing her today!" Niall scolded. "Yeah, mate. It was everywhere today. Have you not been online at all in the last couple of days?" Liam asks, sitting next to Niall on my bed. "I haven't had time." I say packing a few of my carry-ons in a bag. "There are literally pictures everywhere." Liam added. "Seriously, I probably can list in order what you two have done today." Louis says, tossing a coin up in the air and catching it. "humor me." I say, sitting at my desk. "Okay, well we don't know when you arrived to her house-" Louis starts only to be cut off by Niall "And you were with us the last night, so you couldn't have stayed at hers!"

"Anyway!" Louis says, sneering at Niall. "But George Thatcher left the house first, about an hour later Mrs. Thatcher left, then you two left the house with a baby in a basket. Didn't know you had a secret child, Haz." Louis joked. "That's what the tabloids are saying. Wait until the King here's this one. He'll definitely want Taylor back." Niall jokes. At the mention of her name, my stomach twists in knots. I didn't have any desire what's so ever to be dear her, let alone date her. "Guys, Harry finally seems content with his life. Leave him alone."

"Alright, dad." Louis says, rolling his eyes towards Liam. "Wait! I didn't finish telling you how your day carried along-"

"Actually, surprisingly enough, I was there. So you don't have to tell me more of how your creepy arse knows about my whereabouts." I say making Liam and Niall burst into laughter, only receiving another eye roll from Louis. "Well, who was the guy you two went back to her house with?" Louis prodded. Wow, he really does know about my whereabouts. "Her best friend, Zayn." I answer. "Best friend or boyfriend?" Liam asks me. "It's nothing like that. They see each other as siblings."

"And that's how it always begins. Literally." Niall says with his eyes closed. I swear, every time we all try to hang out, Niall is either eating or falling asleep somewhere. "I think you lot will actually like him once you meet him." I say, reflecting on his character. I thought it was super cool how he treated me like I was any ordinary person, and not the grandson of the King and Queen of England.

"We're not using would's and if's, but will's and once's? Are you planning on keeping Elizabeth and her friend around?" Liam asks sitting up. "I actually am. I like her, a lot." I say, contently. "She's not afraid? You know, of the life style she be put into?" Liam asks with all jokes aside. "We actually discussed that today. She was hesitant, but she said she wasn't afraid. I was thinking about talking to her about moving somewhere safer. Maybe Zayn will move in with her for a while or something." I say, thinking out loud. "Wow, you are really serious about her." Niall says, his eyes still closed. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Just make sure she's the right one, Hazza. Make sure she's not playing you." Louis says earnestly. "Thank you, Lou. I am, I just have a feelings she's the one."

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Elizabeth's POV

"Zayn, I really like him." I finally admit sitting on one side of my bed as he occupied the other. It had been an hour or so after Harry left and Zayn and I have been talking nonstop. My mum came home and had a meltdown at the sight of Zayn. She had always adored him. "I do believe he's god for you- not just because he's a prince."

"Of course not. I know you aren't that shallow. It all just seems a bit weird, nothing at all like I would imagine my life." I say, plopping back. "The camera's, the people watching us, meeting the Princess and Prince. And to think its only the beginning." I say, truly reflecting on everything. "If it's truly meant to be, everything will work out fine." Zayn said in a groggy voice. "Tired?" I giggled, slightly sitting up. He was sitting pretzel legged with his head leaned against my banister. "Maybe a bit." he said, not opening his eyes. "But, I have a question for you, Lizzy, before I fall asleep." he says, actually opening his eyes. "Yes?" I say hesitantly. What could he want? Zayn is so full of weird ideas, who knows what coming out of his mouth next. He is kind of like a way more chilled out version of Louis.

"I was thinking of moving over here and getting a place of my own. Maybe a flat of some sort?" He suggests. "I, uh.. I" I start but can't finish the sentence. Do I really want to move out? Leave my mum, George, and little Emma? I don't even have a job... I don't even have a degree! All I can do is paint and I don't know how much income will come in from that if any... I would just be piggybacking off of Zayn. Oh! My father's money he left me. I suppose I could use that until I find a job somewhere.

"-earth to Lizzy?" Zayn was sitting in front of me, waving his hand to and fro. "Ah, yes. Pardon me, I was just going through options!" I smile. "I was just saying, think about it over night. Sleep on it, tell me tomorrow." Zayn said getting up and stretching. "Goodnight, Lizzy." he said coming over and placing a kiss on my forehead.

Once Zayn leaves, I feel a bit lonely so I decide to call Harry. Maybe he could give me some insight on what I should do. "Hello?" his voice is deep and raspy and sends butterflies soaring through my stomach. "Hi, Harold." I say, bashfulness evident in my voice. Shouldn't he be sleeping? He has a flight in the morning. "Elizabeth, how are you?" he asks. "Well, I only have a question that's bugging me. Maybe you can give me some insight?"

"Happily." I can hear his smile through the phone, which makes me smile. "Zayn and I were talking just a bit ago and he asked me if I would like to move in with him. I guess he's planning to stay here, permanently. Don't ask me why, I wouldn't know. But anyway, I don't know what I should do." I say, huffing. "Well," I could here him shuffling and suddenly the other end of the phone was quieter. It seemed so intimate. "I personally think that you should." he finally says. "And why is that, Mr. Styles?" I tease. "Well, princess, I think might be better for your family. To give them more privacy? Plus if you moved, then that would give you a little down time before the paparazzi finds out where you live again. Maybe you could move into a gated community?" he suggested. He's points weren't bad, they were actually good ideas. "Have you thought over this, Harry? It seems you have." I ask, honestly only wondering. "To be truthful, I have been. As soon as the word paparazzi and your name was mentioned, I thought about a safer place for you to live." he answers, honestly. Wow, I didn't know he cared, back then. Well, it wasn't back then. More or less a few days ago. "Well, I do still have my father's money to use, I just don't want to use it all up and I don't want to just piggyback off of Zayn. But you did bring about a good point about my family's privacy." I comment. "I could always-"

"Absolutely not! Don't even think about it, Harry!" I cut him short before he could finish his sentence. I already knew where he was going and I would never let him pay for me for a house or somewhere to live. "It was only a thought." He huffed from the other line. "I don't mean to sound rude at all, but what would anyone think of me? We just meant a few weeks ago, you're a Prince, and I'm just some random. It would look like I'm just using you. I could go and find a job at a restaurant or something and pay for expenses." I say, ideas running through my head quickly.

"Firstly, it doesn't matter what people think of you, me, or us. It only matters what we think, Eliza. I don't give a care in the world about any tabloid's or website's opinion on us. Secondly, I know you enough to know you would never use me for my money, you didn't even know who I was when we first met for bloody hell!" he exclaims. I wouldn't say he was angry, maybe a little frustrated, but not angry. "I'm apologize for offending you, I didn't mean it that way. I only wanted you to understand that I can do for myself." I whisper.

"Don't quiet down, love. I still want you to share your feelings with me. It's just that it nerves me that I can't have a normal relationship with anyone without the fear of someone else sticking their nose into it." he says, almost sadly. I'd never heard of Harry being sad and it honestly almost made me sad. He sounded like a wounded animal, like a puppy that had been kicked. "I understand, it must be hard." I say. "You have no idea." he says in the same tone.

"Hazza!" I heard someone say from the other end. "Louis, I'll be out in just a second." Harry grumbles. "Oh my, I didn't know you had company! I'm so sorry!" I exclaim, feeling badly for being rude. "It was no problem. I rather much hear your sweet voice princess, then theirs." he laughs and I blush. Thank god he isn't here. "I'll talk to you tomorrow before my flight or maybe after?" Harry asks. "That would be delightfully appreciated." I giggle. We say sweet good nights to each other before hanging up and me, going to bed.