A Royal Love Story

Chapter 12 - His Turn and The Inevitable

I woke up before Harry that morning. He had such a tight grip on me, I didn’t want to move. I just lay there for a while, thinking about me and him, how only a few months ago I was a young P.E teacher, who moved to London to make a living. It amazed me that only after a month, he said he loved me, and he meant it. I watched him as he opened his eyes. He was so beautiful in the morning. “Good morning handsome.” His eyes shone as soon as he heard my voice.

“Good morning beautiful, how long have you been awake?”

“Not long, just about 10 minutes.”

“Good. What are we doing today?”

“Going home. Do you want to spend more time here?”

“Nah, it’s alright, I want to go home soon. Say about 11:30?”

“That’s perfect. I don’t want to spend all day here either. I’ll tell you what, I’ll make breakfast.”

“Thank you darling. I love you.” He gave me a small peck on the lips, I grabbed my dressing gown and headed downstairs.

Once I walked into the kitchen, I saw Charlie and Luke making themselves breakfast, I felt like running straight back to bed and not leaving until they had both gone out for the day. ‘Oh, for god’s sake Soph, you are 23 bloody years old and you were still scared of your brother and sister, pull yourself together’, I thought.

“Good morning little sis. How was your night?” I knew he would start with the questions.

“Morning Luke,” I replied while getting some bread for the toaster, “Our night was great thanks, how was yours?”

“It was good thanks. Mum and dad were a bit pissed that you and Harry left after dinner.”

“Well I’m sorry if I can’t spend some private time with my boyfriend. I didn’t have a problem when you used to bring girls home and us not seeing you for the rest of the night. Don’t just have a go at me just because I have a boyfriend and I’m happy with him!” I knew this was overboard, but I had to get my point across.

“All right! All I said was that mum and dad were pissed. You don’t have to have a go at me.”

“Do you like Harry?” I had to ask, I knew he didn’t.

“I’m not answering that.”

“Why not? Just answer the bloody question, Luke. Do you like Harry?”

“No, I don’t.” I rolled my eyes, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t be happy. I want you to be. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know you don’t, but please try and make an effort. I love harry with all my heart and I don’t want to lose him.”

“Ok, if that’s what you want, I will try.”

“Thank you.” By this time, I had made the breakfast for Harry and I. I made my way back up to my bedroom and opened the door. Harry hadn’t moved one inch. “Hey, hope you like it.”

“Thank you baby, it looks great.” He took a bite of the toast, “And tastes great too!” He gave me a big, sloppy toast-filled kiss.

“That’s alright, and never do that to me again, otherwise I’ll slap you back!”

“Sorry. What was all of the shouting for downstairs?”

“Nothing, Luke was giving me a lecture about not liking you.”

“Nothing new then?”

“Nope.”

We ate our breakfast while watching the breakfast news. Nothing new was happening in the world, just bankers being paid too much, the economy going down the drain and so on. I was just about to turn the T.V off when I heard Harry’s name.

The newsreader began, ‘Prince Harry’s ex-girlfriend Chelsy Davy have agreed to do an exclusive interview with BBC Panorama about the couple’s relationship and how she was treated by the Prince. We have tried to get a statement from St James’ Palace about how the Prince feels about the interview, but they have declined to comment.’

I stared at Harry. I could see that he was angry. Very angry. He had a short fuse and that fuse was just about to blow. I grabbed his hand and stroked his face to calm him down. “I hate that girl.” He muttered.

“I know you do baby, but we have to get this sorted. I’ll start packing, you have a shower and we’ll get going once we’re ready. Everything will be alright.” He looked at me, I knew he didn’t believe me, but he took my word for it.

Once I had got dressed myself, I went downstairs to explain to mum and dad.

“Mum, dad Harry and I have to go home.”

“I know,” mum began, “we saw the news. Is Harry alright?”

“Thank you for understanding, and no, he isn’t. He’s absolutely livid. I tried to calm him down, but I know he won’t till we get back home.” Just then, my phone rang. It was William. “Excuse me,” I said to my parents.

“Hey William, are you alright?”

“Hey Soph, we have just heard the news. Is Harry there?” He sounded worried about his little brother.

“No, he’s in the shower, I’ll tell him to call you when we are on the way home.”

“Why? Where are you?”

“I took Harry to meet my parents this weekend. Didn’t you know?”

“No, Harry doesn’t tell me much anymore. I’ll let you get on. Please, can you tell him to ring me; I’ll be waiting at Clarence House when you both get back.”

“Ok, thanks Will, I’ll let him know. Bye.”

“Alright Soph, bye.”

We made our way back to Clarence House together; I drove to make sure Harry didn’t drive too fast. I made sure I was holding his hand to calm him down. Before we got into the London traffic, I pulled over at a petrol station to make sure that he was really ok. I put my hand on his face,” Baby, are you ok?”

“Yeh,” He wiped a tear from his eye,” I’m fine.” The crying bit told me that he wasn’t.

“No you’re not. Look at me,” His glistening eyes rose to meet mine.

“I just feel like she is doing it to mimic my mother, and do the same as she did. This will make me look like the big bad wolf, and I don’t want to be that. I’m not like that Soph.” He started to sob again. I didn’t know what to say, so all I did was comfort him.

“Baby, listen, when we get back to London, let’s just watch the interview like everyone else. Then we’ll see how the public react. They might feel like she is trying to make a mockery of you, and scrutinise her. You don’t know what will happen yet.” He leaned in to kiss me.

“What the hell would I do without you? I love you so much!”

“That’s what I’m here for baby.”

Just then, Harry's phone rang. It was William. "Alright, Will. I'll see dad when we get back, but I think we'll be back just in time to watch the interview itself. Can you watch it with us?" "Thanks Wills. See you later mate, bye."

Harry started, "My dad wants to speak to me when I get home."

"We'd better get out of here then!" I sped out of the petrol station, just in time to get back for the interview which was aired at prime time on BBC 1. We sat down with William and their father, and watched intently. Harry didn’t want to let go of my hand. I couldn’t blame him.

She was trying to make my boyfriend a laughing stock, and I know that she was going to pay for what she had done. No one makes a mockery of my boyfriend.