War Torn

Chapter 5

Felicity pov
-two weeks later-

I was starting my physical training, with my new leg. I was making slow progress.

I sat in a circle with other wounded soldiers suffering from PTSD.

"Felicity, why are you here?" Our instructor asked.

"I'm doing this for love, the man I love lives in London. I want to be able to walk up to his house, and say, 'I can walk and I love you too.' We were stationed at the same base in Afganistan, we were room mates in fact. And some how he fell for me in the eight weeks I was there. And every day till he was sent home, he wrote me letters.
"Then once we were able to get together after he was home, he gave me a stack of love letters, some more sappier than others. But he wants me to re adjust before we get together." I said.

"If you don't mind me asking but what's his name?"Our instructor asked.

"Henry," I said. There had been another Henry at our base, but I ment Harry.

•••

Grandad was helping me pack my bags, I was going to London for two weeks. I was staying with my Aunt and Uncle while there.

I walked around the house, putting my things together.

"Now you have fun," Mum said.

"I will," I said as I hugged her, then Dad.

Grandad drove me to the train station.

"Now you go get that boy. And I don't want you to come back until you have him," He said.

I smiled.

"Oh I intend to," I said.

I got out of the car, and grabbed my pack. And went to the train platform.

Two hours later the train pulled into the train station in London.

I saw Aunt Margret and Uncle Brandon. Waiting on the platform.

I got off the train and Aunt Margret ran over and hugged me.

"How are you?" She asked.

"I'm good," I said.

"Well come on, we haven't seen you in forever?" she said.

The next day I told them I was going sight seeing. Only one of the places I had listen I was actually going to, and that was Kensington.

I pulled out cell phone and dialed the number I hadn't called in over two months.

"Hello this is Harry sorry I can't reach your call at the moment. If you leave your name and number. I'll get back to you as quickly as I can," His voice mail said.

I moaned.

I took the public tour of the Kensington.

"Where do the royal reside when their here?" I asked.

"In the apartments that are off limits to the public," The tour guide said.

"Are the Prince's at home now?" Another woman asked.

"Prince Harry I believe is."

My heart Hurt at the mention of Harry's name.

My phone started ringing.

"I'm sorry," I said before I answered it.

"Felicity, how are you?" Harry asked.

"I'm well, I'm walking around your residents right now."