Papillon (Prince Harry)

Prologue

It's a famous saying, trouble comes in threes.  Since natural things always come in pairs (think of your eyes, ears, breasts,...). Anything that comes in threes is often associated with the abnormal, unnatural or troublesome.

As Evee's eyes adjusted to the bright light coming through her little bathroom window, she realized that her toilet-seat had been her pillow for the night. There were better wake up calls than this one. Groaning, she immediately felt an immediate thurst for anything that was liquid. Her throat felt dry and sore. As her stomach turned, she suddenly regret that previous thought. Anything liquid without alcohol.

Images flashed through her mind as a dull ache appeared around her left eye. Was her body broken? Trying not to fall face down on the floor, she used her arms to uplift herself, hoping that her legs wouldn't give out. Her fingers quickly wrapped themselves around the white bathroom sink. She tried steadying herself as for a moment her world turned, literally. It took about five seconds of staring into the mirror to realize that the blue and green patterns around her left eye were indeed, not make up but severe bruising. Yes, she was broken. After twenty five years of mayhem, you finally did it!

"No, no, no, no." Her fingers gently touched the swollen part of her face. "You have to be kidding me." Evee mumbled to herself, turning around and leaving to bathroom. She wanted to, at least. Her feet stopped abruptly when she noticed she was only wearing one heel. She quickly took off her only heel, deciding this day obviously couldn't get better. Finally entering her living room, she noticed two other bodies lying in unusual positions. She stood still for a moment, actually checking if they were both still breathing.

A sigh of relieve escaped her lips as she noticed Jared's slight snore. He was lying with his head on her kitchen table, body still sitting upright. Jared was her first friend she ever made in London. He obviously had a rough night himself. She could tell that he tried to consume a late night snack because there was still a half eaten pepperoni pizza next to his head. His left hand was firmly holding a fork. He must have fallen asleep halfway through eating it. Not wanting to break her head over the fact why anyone would eat a pizza with a fork, she turned her eyes upon the second victim in the room.

Fred, her downstairs neighbour was spread out on her brown sofa. Evee couldn't help but smile, ignoring her heart skip a little beat. Even with that small patch of drool on his worn out, black t-shirt, he looked like a million bucks. Who was she kidding? He always looked this good. They had a rough relationship, but she cared deeply for the guy. She walked over towards him, noticing she finally found her missing heel, dangling from Fred's left foot. "Fred!" She shoved his shoulder. "Freddy! Wake up."

She heard him grumble, "Evee, leave me alone." He mumbled, trying to slap her hand away. "Leave me be."

"No, you have to get up. What happened last night? I can't remember half of it." Her fingers rubbed the sore spot on her forehead. My god, my head is exploding.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Fred smiled, his eyes still closed. "You were absolutely smashed." Fred shifted, opening his eyes.

"No kidding." Evee squinted her eyes, not sure if she should be insulted by his obvious enjoyment of her pain.

Fred finally opened his eyes, revealing his green depths. "Oh boy your eye... She got you good!" He noticed her swollen left eye.

"I know, it hurts. I'm dying." Evee moaned, she sunk her body on the floor, her back against the couch. Grabbing her head in between her hands, she tried recollecting some memories. "I remember some big woman... I remember beer..."

"That big woman was a 260 pound gorilla with the name of Bernadette." He explained.

"Great, you just couldn't stop me, could you?"