It’s now 7:30 in the evening and Allana had left the party for like, a lot of times, and it seems weird or maybe she just needed a lot of air. I approached Carmela.
Carmela was drinking a glass of champagne.
Carmela: Oh, hey!
Harry: Hi! Do you know what’s going on with her?
Carmela pointed at a random woman by her side. I don’t know who invited her, me or Allana.
Carmela: Her?
Harry: No! I meant Allana.
Carmela: Why what happened?
Harry: She keeps on leaving the party. Do you happen to know where she goes?
Carmela: No. I’m sorry. I’ve been busy looking for Will. Did you see him?
Harry: I did. Over at the pastries table.
Carmela: I should have known. Excuse me.
She left. And turned back.
Carmela: Try asking Brad though.
I nodded.
After a moment, I found Brad with Sam over at their table eating a bunch of cream puffs.
Brad: Hi! Congratulations.
He gave me a man-hug.
Harry: Hi, thanks.
Sam: Where’s Allana?
Harry: That’s what I’m here for. I’m trying to ask you do you know where she is?
Sam: Haven’t seen her since the balcony.
Brad: I think I saw her going to the balcony a while ago.
Harry: About what time?
Brad: About 10 minutes ago.
She’s probably still there.
Harry: Do you know what’s going on with her?
Brad: She gets nervous at times. Which makes her palpitate and all.
Before I could head to the balcony, William stopped me.
William: Why are you in a hurry?
Harry: No reason. Why?
William: Where are you going?
Harry: I think I need some fresh air.
William: You’re headed to the balcony?
Harry: Yeah, for a minute or two. Feeling a little bit claustrophobic.
William: Okay. I like what Allana gave you as a wedding present.
Harry: Yeah, a Jaguar. Excuse me.
I left him.
I was 10 feet away from the balcony entrance when Camilla stopped me.
Camilla: Harry!
Harry: Camilla.
She hugged me.
Camilla: Congratulations!
Harry: Thank you.
Camilla: Where’s Allana?
Harry: In the balcony, getting some fresh air.
Camilla: Ah, see me when she gets back.
Harry: Okay.
I peeked out the balcony. There was Allana, sitting on the bench.
Allana: The moonlight’s beautiful.
I looked at the moon.
Harry: Well, it’s nothing compared to you.
Hold up! Henry, where did that come from? Is what I would have said months ago, but now, I mean it.
Allana smirked.
Allana: Seriously?
Harry: Why not?
Allana smiled.
Harry: Is there something wrong?
I sat next to her. She was playing with the rings on her finger. She frequently inhales and exhales deeply.
She closed her eyes.
Allana: Harry, I have to tell you something. And I think this isn't gonna be good.
Holy shit! She wants a divorce.
But we just got married?!
Like a moment ago.
She gave me a Jaguar.
And she said yes!
And I WILL.
God, the thought just depresses me!
And what if she says it already?!
It will crush me.
To little Harry bits!
Or one big crumpled Harry!
Oh, God.
I wanna cry.
Fold up myself and cry.
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Reaching Out (A Prince Harry of Wales FanFiction)
FanfictionAllana Kavanagh has it all. She's studying in the University of Cambridge in England, she's got a pending scholarship in Harvard, loving father and a caring mother, her life is almost perfect, her father, although tried to give her a perfect life he...
