Papillon (Prince Harry)

Chapter Ten

After two beers at Eveline her apartment, they finally made it to a little pub near Holland park. It was everything a normal pub should look like, cosy and dark. The dark wooden interior was perfect for Harry, who's grey cap was planted firmly over his head.

Entering the space, no one but the owner seemed to notice them. James, the security guy that now did not look like a security guy (he put on a extra large hoodie), followed quietly.

The owner briefly nodded at the both of them. From the exchange, Evee knew that this probably wasn't Harry's first time in here. They picked a booth in a corner, not far away from another door (which Evee noticed wasn't used by the public, only the owner). Harry pointed his hand towards the bench, "I think this will be a good spot."

Evee saw him and James make a mental conversation in their minds as in the end, James finally sat down a few tables from them, having full overview of the pub. Evee slit down the wooden bench and she noticed Harry doing the same, closing her in between him and a wall. "Closing me in already?" Evee spoke teasingly.

He returned her question with a grin, rubbing his ginger beard. "Just making sure you're not taking off."

"Me? Leaving a pub before twelve? Never."

"Do you go out a lot then?" He chuckled and asked with a genuine voice.

Evee watched a waiter approached their table. They politely asked for another two beers. "Define a lot." She spoke, turning her upperbody towards him.

"I don't know a couple times a week?" Harry didn't want her to point her out, let alone feel like she was under him but he couldn't help himself, he wanted to know her. It wasn't that he did not trust her, he trusted her well enough to take her on a date. He knew she wasn't impressed by his status and he admired her for it. It was a relief. He liked that he had to work his way around her. She was an honest person, he could sense that but yet, he had a feeling he had not seen the best of her yet.

"Do I like to have a drink with my mates? Yes, I like having fun. Maybe once or twice a week." Evee replied thoughtful. She obviously didn't want to point out the fact that a lot of times, she would wake up on her floor. She didn't know him well enough to open up about that yet. Plus he was a prince, a real one. She was sure her drunken escapades weren't ladylike. Not that she ever was a lady.

"You should have fun. You only live once." The waiter quickly made his way back to the table, carrying two large pints. He placed them on the table, nodding his head at both of them. Evee smiled timidly, mumbling a thanks.

"Yeah I know, I have a good set of friends. Do you go out a lot?"

"Well I try but it can be quite hard." He spoke, wrapping his hands around his pint.

"I can imagine. Can I ask you something?" Evee spoke, squinting her eyes in the dark. She took his handwaving and his cheeky grin as a sign to continue. "Do you like it, being a prince?" Evee threw her hands in the air and did the quote sign as she spoke the prince word in a hushed voice.

Harry on the other hand threw back his head as he laughed, "Do I like being a 'prince'?" He copied her quote sign. "I've never been anything else. So I'm not sure how to answer that question, really." He spoke thoughtfully.

"Wait let me rephrase it, do you ever wish you could be normal?"

"Auwtch, these questions keep on getting better and better." Harry grinned.

"You know what I mean." Evee spoke chuckling as she playfully slapped his upperarm.

"And harassing a prince while you're at it, bad points." If Evee wasn't certain he was joking around, she probably would have cursed at herself but seeing how laidback Harry really was made her even more intrigued.