Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

11 ~ Departure

    I look myself at the mirror one last time before I finish with my face. I wipe off the extra smudge of lipstick near my lips. Finally, I stared at the girl wearing a long-sleeve white blouse and flare jeans and I smiled. "Well, you're ready, Taylor," I told myself.

   I heard the door creaked and revealed a smiling Harry. I smiled back at him with his light-green beanie cap on his head. "Ready to go?" He questioned politely in his husky voice.

   "Yeah, I am," I answered.

   He smiled, "Good, but you better put on your parka. London's cold enough, but New York is much colder."

   I smiled when he told that fact. Today is near December, and London is sprinkling rain over the place. There is no winter yet—I don't know why—but maybe the next day it will.

   I put on my brown parka, but I seem to have difficulty on buttoning it. He notices, "Here." He buttoned them up for me and I mumbled a thank you to him. He smiles again.

   There's another door creak and Harry's mother, the Queen, stands there cheerfully. She asked us, "Are you two love birds ready?"

    "Mom," Harry complained, "We are not love birds."

   She shrugs, "I think you are because of the way you act together."

   "We are not love birds. We're friends," I cannot believe that he is denying about us for the first time. What happen to the playboy attitude?

   "Don't deny, sweetie. I know you are," she was talking about us. "Are you with me, Taylor darling?" She asked me abruptly. Like a little child choosing between mom and dad, I didn't know what to say.

    "Uh," is all I say.

She giggled ladylike, "I'm just joking, darling, but I still know you two are suppose to be together by now."

I watched Harry groan in frustration. He's a bit stubborn, I thought. He pleaded, "Mother, please stop meddling me."

She giggled again, "I'm not meddling. I'm doing what's best for you and your future."

"Anyway," I started and they turn to me, "Thank you, your majesty, for this trip."

"Please, just call me mother for now on," she insisted.

"Okay, mother," it felt uncomfortable to say it, especially with Harry around.

"Anyway," she clapped once, "Let's get going. You'll miss your flight if we stand around and talk all day."

"Right. Come on, Taylor," I felt a chill running down my spine when Harry said my name. I held the handle of my baggage. We both walk outside my room as I felt his hand on my back.

It was silent along the way. I can't help see the prince's face at the corner of my eye. How can angel-face can be a playboy in disguise? Surely heaven has their secrets, but why can't they tell me? Maybe all will be revealed soon. Only time will tell.

The silence when Mom and the Queen greeted each other in living room. They happy as I smiled at them. "Are you my darlings ready to go?" Mom asked.

I nodded in answer. Harry's hand moved to my shoulder, where he held me close around his arm. "Yeah, we're ready to go."

Mom looked at me, "I'm going to miss you, Taylor."

"I'm going to miss you too, mom," I had a sad tone in my voice. "Don't worry. We will be back soon," I assured her with a smile.

"Wait, you're not coming, mom?" Harry asked as he looks this mother.