History Repeats Itself - A Prince Harry Fanfiction

Chapter Seven

"You did what?!"

"I didn't do it on purpose," Emmy snapped, blushing terribly at her friend's wide eyes. Chris' laughed echoed from the kitchen.

"You destroyed Prince Charles' living room?!" Taylor gasped.

"I didn't say that," Emmy frowned. Then, guilty, she blurted, "It was an accident, okay?!"

"Oh my god!" Taylor got to her feet, pressing a shaky hand to her forehead to see if she had a fever, because she couldn't believe this were true. "So, not only are you marrying his son, but now you're on his naughty list too!"

"He's not Santa," Chris said, shaking his head to himself as he came in with three bowls of crisps, ready for their Sunday night film. Then he nudged Emmy. "Don't worry about it-"

"Don't worry about it?!" Taylor quoted, almost in hysterics. Then she turned on Emmy. "What did he say?!"

"Who?"

"Your fiance!"

Taylor had taken to referring to Harry as that, and Emmy didn't appreciate it. Not that Harry wasn't her fiance, but it reminded her on an hourly basis, and that just made her fear worse.

"Harry was alright about it," she said coolly. "Although he did make a bit of a joke out of it. Told me to try not to break anything else."

"Ha!" Chris barked a laugh, then said, "Sounds like my kind of guy."

Taylor rolled her eyes at him. "Remember, Chris, he's already taken."

"You can have him if you want," Emmy said dismissively.

He shook his head at her. "Soon you won't be saying that Emmy. You and Harry will fall for each other."

She arched an unconvinced eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

"Yep. It always happens. When guys and girls – heterosexuals, of course – spend too much time together as friends, one of them is sure to fall for the other."

"Well, it'll probably be me then, won't it?" she said. "I mean, look at him and look at me. He's tall, handsome, charming, funny...And then there's me. Why would he fall for me?"

Taylor pouted. "Don't think like that, Em. You're beautiful and kind and funny and sweet-"

"And ten years younger than him," Emmy finished. "See?"

"Maybe he likes younger girls," Chris suggested. "A male cougar."

"A male cougar?" she quoted incredulously, then threw her hands up, exasperated. "You guys aren't even helping, let's just watch the film. What even are we watching?"

Chris look guilty. "The King's Speech."

Silence fell upon the three of them. Taylor held back laughter. Emmy glared.

"Really?" she said. "Really?!"

She huffed as she sat down, grumbling as she grabbed a bowl and scowling at the screen as the story of her future family-in-law's ancestors began.

"So how are they taking it?"

"My friends?" Emmy shrugged. It was lunchtime on Wednesday, and Charles had arranged for her and Harry to meet up for lunch in Central London. They were sat in a little, Mediterranean-themed cafe just off of Piccadilly Circus, Harry across from her. It was nearly empty, aside from them and an elderly couple, which was just how they liked it.