A Royal Love Story

Chapter 15 - First Christmas

It was an 8 hour flight until we got to Denver. Harry was sleeping in my arms, as I couldn’t get any sleep whatsoever. I didn’t need to wake him up. He knew when we were landing. He got up from my arms and gave me a peck on the cheek. I don’t think a girl could love a guy any more than I love harry. Honestly. This was going to be a Christmas I would never forget. The landing wasn’t as bad as the departure, but my stomach still churned as we were back on land. It was morning in Denver, and sunny. All seemed good so far.

We got off the plane straight into a mass of photographers. We kept our heads down and just kept walking to get our bags. I don’t really mind all the media attention, but some people do take the piss sometimes. We got our bags and headed to our car for the long 3 hour journey that awaited us.

When we got to the house it was amazing. It was a lovely little log cabin in the middle of the mountains, with just a small private in road for our car. The only things inside the log cabin were a fire, sofa, kitchen and bedroom. There was no T.V or internet. This really was going to be the quietest couple of weeks ever. The only person that had a mobile was Harry, but he promised he would turn that off for the 3 weeks we were here. The first place I went was into the bedroom to dump my stuff down and collapse on the bed. Harry joined suit. “Do you like it then?” Harry asked rather sheepishly.

“It’s beautiful, I love it, and I love you!” I whispered into his ear as he collapsed on the bed next to me. I climbed on top of him and wrapped his arms around his neck, “You are the most amazing man in the world, and I’m so lucky to have you Harry. I love you so much.” I gave him a full-on snog full of passion. I broke apart from him. His smile was contagious. I giggled at him, “What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing. I’m just laughing at you. I’m happy that you’re happy too.”

“Babe, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t happy.”

“Good. There is one question I have never asked you.

“What’s that?”

“How old are you? When’s your birthday?”

“God, this is like 20 questions! I’m 23, 24 on the 18th of April.”

“Oh, ok. I thought you were older than that, no offence! What do you want for dinner by the way?”

“None taken. Loads of people think I am older. I could do with steak and chips or something. How about you?”

“I’ll take you to the Steak House down the road then. Be ready in an hour, yeh?” He gave me a kiss and went into the bedroom to take a shower, I think. I made my way outside and sat on the step.

I couldn’t think straight, but I don’t know why. Why did Harry react the way he did when I told him how old I was? Did he care? The question that kept going round in my head was, why did he bring me here? I know it was for Christmas and New Year, but we had only been together for 3 months. Then again, I hadn’t had a relationship like the one I have with Harry since I was in college. I looked up to the sky, where I knew his mother would be watching us. What would she think of me? Would things be different if she were here? For God’s sake Soph, get a grip. You are here with your boyfriend for your first holiday together. Just chill out. He has brought you here because he loves you. End of.

I walked back inside and straight to the bedroom to Harry. He was unpacking his stuff and putting it in the wardrobe. He had his shirt off too, which was good. I walked over to him, and just hugged him. “Hey, hey sweet, what’s wrong?” He sounded worried.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just want to show you how much I love you.”

“Well I love you too sweet. We have to go if we’re ever going to eat tonight.”