History Repeats Itself - A Prince Harry Fanfiction

Chapter Eighteen

Taylor pranced ahead of her, swishing her hips as she looked around the shop, while Emmy struggled with a dozen bags clutched in her hands and bashing into her legs. She groaned in despair, glaring at Taylor.

"Taylor, could you help me with these?"

"Sure, sure," Taylor said, reaching for one of the smaller looking bags before returning her attention to the clothes hanging on racks. "I'm just looking for a dress for my sister."

"Okay," Emmy said breathlessly.

"Have you bought for everyone you had to buy for?"

It had been a long day. Taylor had been a huge help in giving Emmy ideas as to what she should buy Harry's family – Emmy had gotten so worried to the point that she had freaked out in the middle of John Lewis – but, as ever, she was oblivious to other people and was completely absorbed in shopping. Emmy rebalanced the bags on her arms before sighing.

"No," she said. "Just for Harry now."

"Ooh, what're you going to get him?"

"I have no idea," Emmy said, then laughed. "Guess I'll just get him a shirt or something."

"Get him some lingerie," Taylor teased.

"Somehow I don't think he wears lingerie," Emmy answered dryly.

"Not for him." Taylor rolled her eyes. "For you."

"Somehow I don't think I wear lingerie," Emmy said. "At least, not the skimpy kind that you're thinking of."

"He'd love it though," Taylor sang.

Emmy glared. "No."

Taylor huffed, then muttered, "One day you guys'll have to do it."

"And that day is not any day soon," Emmy said dismissively. "No, I don't know what to get him. Maybe tickets to go see Arsenal."

"Ooh, that would be good," Taylor said. "You could go and kiss and-"

"Taylor, are you obsessed with me and Harry's love life or something?" Emmy asked irritably, as she followed Taylor to the till to pay for her sister's present.

"I just ship you, that's all," she replied with a shrug. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"You 'ship' us?"

"Oh my god, Em, catch up," Taylor said, eyes wide with disbelief. "This is the twenty-first century we're in and you don't know what 'ship' means!"

"Well, hang me," Emmy answered, somewhat bitterly, then she tried to act interested. "What does ship mean?"

"It's when you support a relationship between two people," Taylor explained, then giggled. "I ship you and Harry big time."

Emmy rolled her eyes. "I ship myself and my bed, does that count?"

Taylor scowled. "No."

They paid for Taylor's gift before making their way up to the fourth floor where all the food outlets were. Taylor ordered a sandwich from Subway while Emmy simply settled for a salad – her wedding diet was already kicking in. As they lunched, Taylor questioned Emmy about her plans for Christmas.

"We're arriving on Tuesday," Emmy explained. "I think mid-afternoon. Then the next day it's Christmas Eve, of course, and we're there until Saturday."

"So you go home the day after Boxing Day?"

"Yeah."

"Boring," Taylor said. "What's Christmas Day going to be for you then? Church?"