The Prince that Saved Me

Chapter XVIII

| Elizabeth's dress |

Elizabeth's POV

One month, exactly, and has passed and secret preparations for the wedding has begun. It's set to be held a week before my due date so that we have as much time as possible to prep for it, but right before the baby is born. Cutting it close? Yes, we know it.

The only ones who know of our secret engagement are Harold's grandparents, his parents, Gemma, and Zayn. Tonight, we're making it public at the mystery social, as the Queen likes to call it. It will be televised, well only the portion where the Queen and King call us to the stage to announce that there will be a royal wedding and baby to come. The rest will be a private affair.

Since it was a nice spring's day. Harry and I picked a venue in the heart of the city that has a beautiful outside garden to it. The announcement was going to be made outside at exactly 8 o'clock, a couple of hours after the party begins.

"I'm actually quite nervous." Lily says, smoothing her dress. "I completely understand! What could be of this ball? A night to remember, I feel." Lily says, answering her own question. I giggle, trying to stay incognito. It's been so hard keeping all of this from them, I've been wanting to spill the beans since forever ago. "Yes, this night might even go down in history. Who knows?"  I tease. "Well, I'll be out there with the boys waiting for you!" She says, cheerfully walking out of my bedroom. Yes, I still live with Zayn, but tomorrow morning, I will be officially moving in with Harry.

"Hello my beautiful, pregnant fiancée. How are we feeling?" Harry says, walking in, closing the door, and coming over to kiss me. "Jittery, excited." I say, after the kiss. "You look stunning, but that's normal." I say, fixing his tie. He had a lovely suit on, all black with silver trimmings. He always did do something extraordinary, as his grandma would put it, with his formal wear. "As do you, gorgeous." We kiss each other quickly again, before he says his favorite phrase: "Shall we?"

"We shall." I smile, looping my arm throw his.

"Finally, time to go!" Zayn says, practically leaping off of the couch when we reach the living area. "Someone's antsy to see someone." Niall jokes. "Love, hush!" Lily says, swatting at him. No, Lily and Niall haven't made anything official yet, but they're at the point where it is official, unofficially.

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"Harry, you have to know something about tonight! She's your grandmother! This is your family!" Niall whines from beside Lily in our limo. "And if Harry knows, Lizzy must know!" Zayn adds, while trying to contain laugh. The bugger was trying to make it harder on us. I shoot him a playful glare before Harry climbs out of the car door.

Outside, there are photographers everywhere snapping pictures. Every direction you look in, there was one. We didn't really answer questions, we just stood there for a couple of moments posing for some pictures together, before heading inside.

"How delighted I am to see you, dear." The Queen says to me. "The pleasure is all mine." I answer, smiling sweetly. "I'm so glad this is an exclusive event." Harry says, holding my hand. By exclusive he means, only close family and friends will be invited- so nothing over 100. "Are you nervous, grandson?" The King asks him, lying a hand on his shoulder. "Not much, just a bit anxious." he answers. "Everything will be fine. This will be a night to remember." The King says, before we walk off to great others that came. I smile at the King's statement, he said the same thing Lily said before leaving Zayn's.

A night to remember.

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"Ah, Elizabeth Brindle and my Hazza." Louis says, giving us each half hugs. He was holding Eleanor's hand with his other hand. "'Lizabeth, Harold. How are you two?" Liam asked next. "We're extraordinarily well." Harry smiles looking at me. "You two look beautiful together, make a smashing couple." Sophia says, hugging me. "Why thank you, Sophia."