A Royal Love Story

Chapter 16 - New Year, so much fun that was.

Christmas had been amazing, like I have told you a million times before. New Year, well possibly not as good, nothing had gone right since then really.

It was New Year’s Eve. Harry and I were going to go out for a bit of a party to celebrate our first New Year together. We were going to go into Denver before we go back to London. We were going to spend 2 days there. The proper holiday was over, which made me sad. All day we sat in front of the TV, played in the snow and just got to know each other better. I learnt that Harry wears his heart on his sleeve and gets hurt easily. Sometimes he feels he can’t trust anyone because of who he is. He is a fantastic man, really. He makes me laugh, he knows when to put on a movie and give me a hug.

So, Harry and I were in Denver. It was a great city, with a few nice pubs and clubs (apparently). It was 10 in the evening and we were ready to go out. I was wearing a navy blue cocktail dress with matching heels, and Harry was wearing a shirt and trousers. We had dinner at this really fancy restaurant. Harry kept playing with my feet under the table, and holding my hand. He was in a really protective mood of me tonight. I got a text from a friend I hadn’t seen since university. The text read, ‘Hey! I hear you’re in Denver tonight? I’m here for a few days too! I’ll be at the Hed Kandi club in a bit! Come and join? See you in a bit! J xx’. It was my friend John, who I had known for years. We went out for a while, but nothing came of it.

“Baby, do you want to go to a club tonight? One of my friends from uni is in town and he wants us to go to the Hed Kandi club.” I asked Harry.

“Yeh, ok we could go to a club tonight. Who is this friend then?” As I said earlier, protective.

“Um, his name is John; we were in the same class in university. He’s a really good friend.”

“Right then. Do you want to head off now?” He said while asking the waiter for the bill.

“Ok, let’s go.” He paid, took my hand and we found this club. No one really recognised either Harry or me, which was surprising as we were front page news everywhere. We made our way into the club and went straight to the bar. “Drink?” He asked me.

“Yeh, vodka and coke please babe.” He smiled at me. I felt him put his hand around my waist and pull me in. I think he wanted to keep me close in case anything happened to me. Understandable I suppose. Once we had got our drinks we made our way to some seats at the edge on the dance floor. Harry brought me in close and kissed me, passionately; he broke and said “I love you.” Then I saw John’s face in the distance and waved for him to come over. I glanced at Harry and he looked jealous.

“So, am I going to be second best all night while you catch up with John then?” He whispered into my ear.

“Do you really think I would do that to you?” I replied, angrily.

“Sorry, babe, I didn’t mean it like that.” He tried to apologise, but I knew exactly what he meant.

John had made it over to us, “Hey Soph, how are you honey?” He kissed me on both cheeks and gave me a quick hug.

“Hey John, I’m fine thank you. This is my boyfriend, Harry. Harry this is John.”

The two shook each other’s hands, and Harry said, “Nice to meet you John, Soph has told me a lot about you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Harry.”

So, all three of us seemed to be getting on quite well. A couple of hours of the three of us talking, and a bit of dancing between me and harry, and then it all changed. I saw Chelsy come into the club. Did Harry invite her? Why the hell was she here? When she came into the club, I saw Harry’s eyes light up. Something was definitely going on. I whispered to Harry, “Do you want to go, Chelsy has just come in?”

“Nah, babe, just try to ignore her, I’m going out for some air, I’ll be back in a sec.”

“Ok,” He gave me a quick kiss and darted out the back door. He was going to see her, and I knew it.

I stared at the back door for a few second longer, “Soph, what’s wrong?” John asked me, slightly worried.

“Um, John, I’ll be back in a sec.” With that, I followed Harry out the back door and snuck into the corner, so neither Harry nor Chelsy could see me.

I heard Harry speak first, “Chelsy, why are you here? You know Soph and I have come to get some privacy.”

Chelsy replied, “Yeh, I know, but I can’t stand to see you with her! She’s not the girl for you Harry!”

“And how exactly do you know that?”

“She has no status, no money, nothing.”

“And that’s why I love her Chelsy.” Thank God he was sticking up for me.

“But I still love you Harry, don’t you get it? That’s why I came all this way to see you.”

“Or you have just come here to try and split us up! Which one is it Chelsy, the first reason or the second?”

“Honestly Harry, both.”

“Then why did you split up with me before I did Army training in Arizona?”

“Because I thought I’d lose you to someone else anyway.”

“I’ve heard enough of this, I have a girlfriend to go and see.” He turned around to go inside, but she grabbed his arm.

“Not before I do this,” she kissed him, and to my surprise, he didn’t pull back, I had to make them aware I was there but I froze. I mustered up the courage to butt in while they were kissing.

“Harry?” I said, just loud enough so he would hear. His head shot up in an instant.

“Soph! Baby I so sorry, it meant nothing, I promise!”

I ran, told John I was going and got straight into a taxi home. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. I was angrier than anything else. Once I got back to the hotel, I just picked up my suitcase, wrote a note to Harry saying, ‘Happy fucking New Year. I heard the whole conversation. I’m off home to get on with my life. I really loved you Harry’, then I was out the door. I got into the back of the taxi and just cried. Harry tried phoning me, but I never wanted to talk to him again. I just cried and cried. I got to the airport and managed to get on the next flight to London. I just wanted to go home and never even think about him ever again, and then I saw John at the gate I was departing from. He saw me instantly. I just ran into his arms and cried. “Harry told me what happened. I was on the way home tonight anyways.” He calmed me down by kissing my hair and caressing my back, “Shh, Soph, it’s going to be alright.” He whispered in my ear.

“I heard it all, the whole conversation, and then he just fell back into her arms. I feel like such an idiot.” Our call for boarding was just announced by the tannoy.

“Come on, you can sit next to me,” John knew me, just me.

We sat on the plane together, and I fell asleep in his arms, at least I knew where I stood with John. When we got out of Gatwick, he drove me back to my flat in London. “There you go sweet, do you want me to stay?”

“No, thanks John, its fine. You have done enough. Just go and get some sleep, it looks like you need it!”

“Ok, I’m only down the road anyway. Ring me if you need me.”

“Thanks.” We hugged and he left, leaving me all alone in my little flat. I put my PJ’s on and got into bed. It was no use anyway, I couldn’t get any sleep. The only thing I could think about was seeing Harry, the man I was so in love with, kiss the girl that made his life so unbearable. The thought of the two in each other’s arms right now made me feel sick to my stomach. I just lay in bed crying. I cried myself to sleep.

WHY? Why did I always get the guys with baggage? I never want to talk to Prince Fucking Harry again. Ever again.