Papillon (Prince Harry)

Chapter Twenty Seven

"What should I wear tonight?" Evee looked over her shoulder at Harry, playing on his cellphone on her bed.

"Nothing too formal, it's just a dinner. Wear anything you like." He looked up, noticing his girlfriend looking through her closet.

"Anything?" She grinned at him.

"Except your band t-shirts or your Harry Potter stuff." He pointed out, expecting anything from her.

"Should I wear a dress then?"

"No! Just pick some normal jeans and a blouse. Kate won't wear a dress. Like I said it's just a regular saturdaynight dinner." He waved his hands at her nonchalant.

"Easy for you to say." Evee mumbled, finding some dark jeans and a white loose blouse. "Is this okay?"

"That's fine." He didn't even look up from his Jungle Speed game.

"Harry!"

"It's good! You'll look nice. Not too casual, not too chique. It's perfect."

Evee rolled her eyes him, his eyes again fixated on his screen. "Do they actually know we're coming?"

"Yeah, I texted Will an hour ago. Kate's very excited to meet you." He nodded his head, finally giving up on his little game. He was never going to beat his highscore anyways.

Harry watched as Evee slowly nodded her head at him. "Like, what do I call them? Your royal highness?"

He looked at her with a silly expression, "No. Just Will and Kate."

"I can't call them that! That's too soon."

"Just see how they introduce themselves. I'll probably do the introductions so you should be fine." He really hoped her nerves would calm down through the evening. Somehow, he knew his brother would take care of that, trying to make Harry look like a fool with tales of the past. "Hey, I was thinking, maybe after dinner, you could stay at my place, it's actually not far away from my brothers."

At his place? She didn't really know what to expect of his place. "Sure, I would love to see where you live." Evee smiled at him.

"It was actually my mothers. It's called Nottingham Cottage. Will used to live there but then he moved to 1A, the place was getting too small for the kids."

"It'll be nice to see the place where your mother once lived." She looked at him with interest. He hadn't spoken much about her and she was glad he was finally opening up.

"Yeah." He nodded his head at Eveline.

Evee didn't feel like pushing him so she didn't ask any further questions about her. Somehow she knew Harry would tell her when he was ready, on his own terms. "What time do we have to be there anyways?"

"Around six."

Evee looked at the little clock on her nightstand, noticing it was already four pm. She knew it was a thirty minute drive. "I'm going to get ready."

"What? We still have two hours." She wanted to move past him but Harry quickly managed to grab her by the wrist, pulling her on top of him.

"I don't want to be late."

"You won't be." He mumbled against her lips, kissing her.

"Mmm, as much as I like you and your royal member, my vajayjay cannot take a fourth shag in 8 hours time." She chuckled, kissing him back but then pushing him back on the bed and leaving towards the bathroom.

"Your vajayjay?! Seriously?!" Harry laughed, holding his stomach.

"Shut up." She mumbled, trying not to grin at her boyfriend laughing at her. Evee actually took her time getting ready. In the past, she would just comb her fingers through her hair and apply some mascara. But she knew what kind of a big deal this was for Harry plus she wanted to make herself feel good. Pushing the top of her hair backwards, she knew what kind of style she wanted.