Papillon (Prince Harry)

Chapter Forty One

"I don't know about this, Chlo." Evee looked at herself in the mirror with hesitant expression on her face. She liked what she was wearing, it was definitely her style. The leather pencil skirt (that was cut out way too high) danced around her curves. The simple black t-shirt that she had knotted above it, did fit together with the skirt. The white pointed heels underneath gave her look an edge. Her hair fell over her shoulders gracefully and her make-up was on point.

"You look hot. Wasn't that the point of all this?" Eveline never knew that Chloe supported this look, if it was one thing, Chloe was very prude. "Kate said so and we're doing this. I'm getting you some jewelry."

Evee sighed, Fred was still in her living room. She knew he would whistle the moment she stepped out of her bedroom. Emilia, Harry's friend, had called (she was just texting her parents that she was fine so she noticed the call coming in) and asked how she was doing a couple of hours before.

Chloe had managed to grab Evee's phone out of her hands and invited Emilia to tag along with them. The nurse didn't want any trouble, she didn't want to be the person to stand in between their friendship but Emilia had said she still could make her own decisions. Apparently, her boyfriend and her had broken up last week and she needed a night out.

Evee was right, Fred had whistled at her with a stupid grin on his face when she stepped into the living room. Atleast it brought a smile on Evee's face. When Emilia arrived around nine thirty, the group had a pre-drink at the nurse her apartment. Eveline just drank a beer together with Fred as the other girls had some white wine.

"Evee, let's go over the rules, okay?" Chloe spoke, pushing her glass of wine aside.

Emilia looked in confusion at the brunette, "Rules?"

"We're on a Harry-is-an-ass-but-we-are-still-looking-fly mission tonight." Chloe responded, turning her attention back towards the blonde, who rolled her eyes at her best friend. "Number one: you smile. No matter what. Even if the camera's blind you, you grin. Flash those white teeth. Number two: Fred can protect you from the mob, right Fred?"

"I don't want people to think I'm a slut and already getting with another guy, Chlo."

"You're not a slut. You just happen to have a goodlooking male friend. Fred, you can tell people you're gay afterwards just to redeem the damage a little."

"What?! I'm not gay!" Fred argued. He had no trouble protecting Evee in public but telling them he was gay was a no go.

"Fine. I knew I should have invited Mathias." Evee heard Chloe mumble. "Rule number three: you can get a little drunk, but not too drunk. Slightly tipsy."

"You've thought this all through, haven't you?" Emilia spoke in awe.

"Of course I have." Chloe spoke proudly. "Rule number four: who's Harry? Does anyone know a person named Harry? Because I don't."

"Oh my god." Eveline mumbled, shaking her head a little. She would need another beer for this.

"Rule number five: you don't talk about our mission. Rule number six: you DO NOT talk about our mission."

"Is anyone else feeling like Brad Pitt?" Evee heard Fred mumble, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Now ladies and gentleman, tonight we'll stand tall and we will have fun. Cheers!" Chloe spoke proudly, pushing her glass of wine in the air.

"I'm not sure how I'm meant to feel after that talk." Evee spoke, sipping from her beer.

"I do!" Emilia spoke with enthusiasm. "CHEERS!"

When Chloe was finally done (Evee had never seen such a proud look on her friend's face), they finished their drinks and hopped in Fred's car. They had decided to go to the Mayfair Club, it wasn't that far away from Hyde Park. Evee was surprised when she noticed people were following their car. "This is absolutely mental."