Start Of A Lifetime. (prince Harry fanfic)

Chapter 19

So first of all I wish to apologise for not posting earlier, I've been in the hospital with meningitis and I haven't had the time to write much. Second of all I want to thank you all for the comments on the previous chapter. I hope you'll like this one just as much. 

They walked into the house and up the stairs. She was glad to see that the other inhabitants of the house hadn't decided to leave their room and meet them.

with his hand on the small of her back, he escorted her inside the bedroom they used. Harry wasn't sure how to proceed or continue from that moment on.

he knew his girlfriend was still brooding by the way she was acting and the rigidness in her body. So he just walked to his side of the bed and sat down.

"Why don't you get in bed and sleep?" He suggested, looking at his girlfriend, wary of how he said things. He wasn't in for another shouting match.

That was one thing he didn't want to happen now that they were inside of the house, with his family and kids asleep. But he didn't want her to leave for London either, he had only two days left with her.

and he couldn't protect her from where he was if she went back to London.

he heard the silent groan of frustration before walking up to bed and sitting down. he saw her take off her cardigan and lie down as far away from him as possible.

he wouldn't do with the distance that she was putting between the two of them. So he shuffled closer to her and wrapped his arms around her body.

he knew that getting her to comply would be nearly impossible. So the only thing that he could hope for at that moment was that she would be able to deal with it all.

neither of them had a good night of sleep that night, Liv most of all twisting and turning all night. When she woke up and she could see the twilight of the morning through the shades she turned around and faced Harry who was still asleep.

the first thing that came to mind was that she was supposed to go to the Polo game with him. Now she had to decide if she was ready to face the music or not and face the Press or not.

if she didn't show, they would that they had found her weak spot and they would get what they wanted. if she did show, she showed them the balls everyone knew she had.

looking back up at the ceiling she took a while to just stay in bed, but when she could no longer do it, she got up. pulling on her leggings she pulled on the cardigan of last night and went downstairs.

starting to prepare for her tour would probably get her mind of things that she should forget for the time.

she'd gone through some of the files when she was joined by Charles.

he'd know that yesterday had been an incredibly difficult day. And then there had been the screaming match in his backyard last night.

he could only begin to imagine what could be going through her mind. He just hoped that her knowing they were all there for her was enough.

"So how are you coping?" he asked her, needing to know how the young women his son had fallen for was doing.

"I don't know." She replied, not even looking up as she turned a page in the binder and write down a note.

"What do you mean?" he asked, leaning on the table.

"I mean that wanting to cope, and actually copying are two different things. Part of me wants to forget all of this happened, the other part wants to destroy them. I don't really know which one is best." she finally confessed, looking up to meet Charles' eyes and leaning her arms on the table.