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1 - And The King Of England Is..

2 weeks.

I hadn't heard from Harry in two weeks. It wasn't that long ago that I was rushing into a San Francisco ER hearing the first news that he was shot.

My mind raced, it raced at even the slightest thought of him. Memories of him were everywhere. Considering this was his childhood home it was to be expected.

Harry has refused to see me and Anne says it's because he needs time. But I think he won't forgive me because he blames me for his shooting. That ring was mine. And I wasn't even there to wear it.

It was because of me.

And as much as Anne wanted to tell me it wasn't, I knew it was.

"He was 6 there," someone says. I turn around my heart rate jumping at the sound of, well someone speaking that wasn't from my cellphone speakers.

I was hidden away in Buckingham palace. The press was everywhere, I was no longer a blank face in San Francisco, I was the girl who tore apart possibly the greatest wedding in British history.

And I was the girl who broke Harry's heart.

"Ummmm what?" I ask almost knocking a lamp over.

Harry's sister, Gemma, steps further into my room.

"He was 6 there," she gestures to a photo hanging on the wall of a young Harry with a bra much too big for his tiny body, laced onto his chest.

"Mum was gone, and he was going through her things, he thought it would be funny to play around with her bra, and I thought it would be funny to take a picture, he's always been a funny lad," she chuckles at the memory.

Her smile grows into a softer one once she realizes I'm not at all amused.

"Look, Harry is going to be here for his inagural tomorrow-"

"Yes I know, Ive been catching up on the latest news via my cellphone you don't need to fill me in on anything," I snap.

Gemma clicks her teeth and grins.

"You should come," she smiles.

I chuckle, she was hilarious.

"Is that what you came in here for? To tell me that I should come to your brother's inagural? Watch the man that I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with become the king of England and marry a woman twice his age? Well you're way more fucking delusional than I thought you were if you thought that was the case!" I yell.

"Now get out!"

Gemma eyes me for a moment before raising up both arms in surrender.

She stops at the door and I watch her, her back still turned to me.

"He was 6 there,"she says.

"Yeah you already said that," I say harshly.

"I know.. Because he hasn't changed, he's still that 6 year old that plays with his mum's things and eats far too many frosties, he's just become more proper as he's gotten older, I actually remember a phone conversation I had with him, the week after he met you for the first time, that he thought you were hilarious, you were the most genuine spontaneous girl he had ever met and he was going to treat you well, like how my dad treated my mum, that was his mission.. For you," she says her hand twisting the doorknob.

"I'm not asking you to come to the inagural to poke fun, I'm asking you to come to the inagural to talk to him, you've got a right keeper there Paris, Ive never seen someone so in love, don't let him go," she says as she finally leaves the room.