The Prince's American Girl | Prince Harry and Meghan Markle

7 | Bad Liar

Meghan laughed at the horse she was looking at. 

Why would there be a horse in the event room she was currently in? Well, it wasn't exactly a horse per say. But the sight in front of her reminded her of Lucky, her horse back at home in America minus the red hair of course. 

Harry was standing around a table of elderly women who had retired from the UN as they were supposed to be discussing their greatest insights into education and how it correlates with mental health and involvement in violence. But of course, the ladies were just as smitten with Harry as Meghan had grown to be after their night of dancing the streets of London. It had been three weeks of Harry dropping into almost all of Meghan's events to notice this nervous habit. He would draw back his italian leather shoe along the floor and then lift and bend his knee up a few times. 

"Oh come on Harry, just a little kiss on the cheek." All the women giggled joyously. The group of ladies had become very comfortable around him.

Meghan knew what a relaxed and open feeling he gave to people. Although he was of such social status, he was managed to be very down to earth. And Meghan had seen him at the Head Together event for autistic children, go out of his way to make plans to meet with Charlie, one of the kids who had taken a liking to him. 

Meghan could remember the night he came over after meeting with Charlie. She opened the door and he rushed in with a gleaming smile on his face. Rushing her to her couch, Harry pulled her close to him. She was leaned up against his front and he wrapped his arms around her. His chin resting on her head. She could not only feel the vibrations from his deep voice, but could feel the energy he emanated as he shared his time with Charlie. 

Harry kissed the side of her forehead and smoothed her soft hair. "Thank you."

"What for?" Meghan laughed, leaning back even deeper into his warm embrace that he held her in. 

Surely he had a grin on his face as he quietly mumbled into her hair, "For listening."

"I can't talk to many people about exciting things that happen when they aren't amounting to anything on a large scale. I've tried before. But nothing compares to this right here with you. So thank you for that."

Meghan was speechless. But she could understand where he was coming from. Harry seemed to lite up at her events when ever he got to speaking to individuals and became very engaged with a select few who he clicked with. As charismatic as he could be in large settings, it was hard to believe it when she saw that energy being transformed into something else in smaller settings. 

"Oh course." She replied. She turned around on his lap and faced him. 

He looked at her curiously. 

"So, when are you going to Monaco again to dine with those fancy people?" Meghan asked. 

"Wednesday at 8pm."

"Ah so you're glad you were able to get your small charity out of the way."

"Noooo. You know that's not why I hang around you." He tickled her, knowing that Meghan was just making fun and pushing his buttons. 

"Then remind me why it is you enjoy spending time with little old me at work than with the classy prestigious noble men." She leaned into him. 

Harry pressed his forehead against hers. He put his hands around her waist. 

"Definitely the free food at the events. I can't stand those small portion sizes at the large galas I go to." 

"Aha, don't joke! And I'm sure the food there beats the same sandwiches and pasta we have each time." She cried and nudged his forehead. Harry smiled mischievously.