The Unexpected Journey-A Prince Harry Fan Fic

Chapter 19

Since Maddie and Ella's flight was later in the night, Harry wanted to get them back to his home as soon as he could, giving them time to unpack, to relax; to catch some sleep. Feeling slightly nervous, Maddie held tight to his hand as they entered the grounds at Kensington Palace. She was thankful for the dark the night provided; making it all seem less massive somehow. The realities of who Harry actually was had become more and more real as her time in London had drawn closer and now that she was here, driving through the ornate gates of the palace, it was settling.

If Harry noticed, he wasn't letting on. After he helped his driver unload their bags into the house, he told him goodnight and closed the door to the outside world. As all three of them relaxed slightly, Harry clapped his hands and offered a tour, showing them around his home, to their rooms. Ella smiled wide when she stepped into the recently redone guest suite; complete with modern amenities and a traditional feel. Harry smiled as Ella yawned, looking longingly at the large bed. She was sleepier than she thought.

"I am just down the hall to the right if you need anything," he offered.

"Sure," Ella glanced between the two of them. "And I'll just be in here—sleeping soundly—with ear plugs."

"Good to know," Harry smirked as Maddie blushed. After a round of hugs and good nights, Maddie allowed Harry to lead her down the hallway.

"And this..." He swung open a door. "This is your room."

"Oh..." Maddie breathed as she stepped into the opulent room.

"Oh?" Harry arched an eyebrow; catching a slight disappointment.

"Sorry," she smiled sheepishly. "It's lovely. I don't think I've ever stayed in something so...ornate." Harry laughed. "I guess I just thought, I don't know. I thought I would be staying with you."

"Oh thank God," Harry breathed, pulling her from the room.

"What is happening right now?" Maddie asked as he led her across the hall, confused.

"It would have been terribly inappropriate of me to just assume that you wanted to stay with me."

"And accurate," Maddie interrupted with a grin. "It would have been terribly accurate."

"Here we are," he reached out to push the door open; his hand on the small of her back, ushering her inside.

"Your room," Maddie smiled as she walking into the enormous room. Her eyes traveled around it; taking in all of the things that were so, entirely him. The colors of the fabric, the build of the furniture; it seemed so Harry that she instantly felt welcome.

"And yours," he stuffed his hands into his pockets somewhat nervously. "For as long as you would like."

"Thank you," she called out to him as she continued her mental inventory of the room; the books on the shelves, the prints on the wall, the hardwood floor and the thick, massive rug, the way it smelled just like him—only homier. Her eyes rested on his bed; large and comfortable and inviting. She looked to one of the pillows where she saw, propped up against it, a bag of her favorite candy. "And what do we have here?" She reached for the bag.

"I know it's a little silly, but I couldn't resist," he explained with a shrug. Harry stood in his doorway and watched as she tossed the bag of candy onto the bed and turned to face him.

He was gorgeous; tall and fit and the way he was watching her move about his room made her skin flush. It as surreal. After all of the phone conversations, the flirty texts, the warm tension—she was finally here in his home. They could give this a chance, a normal chance. A light laugh rippled through her as she fought the need to roll her eyes at herself. She was standing in Kensington Palace, in the bedroom of a Prince.