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

18 | The Grannies Do Their Best

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Meghan went to the washroom while Jason waited outside. She did have to reason with him and say it was okay that she would come back out for him. It was a coping mechanism Meghan had heard about through her work. 

While in the washroom Meghan saw a old granny wearing a cute scarf and hat, stylish in a bundle packing up her purse. 

"Scuse me, Maam?" 

"Yes?"

"I don't mean to intrude you while in the washroom but would you mind if I made a quick phone call with your phone? Mine has run out of battery I'm afraid?"

"Yes of course dear!" The lady obliged kindly, clasping her hands together after pulling out her older phone. It would do.

Taking the phone, Meghan smiled and walked a few paces over to the nursing area of the exuberant washroom. Not comparable to the one in the private plane area of the airport, but still 1000X nicer than the one in Freyville. A chair was open but she paced around the small area instead.

She held the phone to her ear after dialling Harry's number and bit her thumb as she glanced at the kind lady fixing her hair int he mirror a few meters away. 

"Hi Harry, it's Meghan. I know this is terrible to do over the phone but I had no choice." Meghans heart felt heavy.  This felt right but oh so wrong at the same time. It was tearing her apart inside while she tried to remain composure in front of the lady and so that Jason wouldn't question her further. 

Tightening her long camel coat around her waist as it was unbuttoned due to her heightened feeling of claustrophobia and mayhem, she took a deep shaky breath.

 "I don't think we should be together any more at this time. Maybe I'll explain to you sometime in the future. But for now, I think you should focus on your life and your duties without me. I've got my own responsibilities that I have to get through and the timing doesn't seem right. I know you can go much farther with your work. I see it in you. I know you can do it Harry. It will just have to be without me. It's for the best for the both of us. We just come from two different worlds. Sorry and good bye." A single tear fell from her inner tear duct. 

She closed her eyes for a second to realize what she had just done. Oh gosh. 

It wasn't fair to Harry to have to deal with her problems from her past. She would only bring his image down and nothing good would come from the drama of him trying to interfere and help. It would have ended anyways she thought. She believed he could in fact do so much better. Find someone who has the ability to dedicate their entire livelihood to Harry and the work required to be a royal. But she was no royal. She wasn't saying she wasn't worth any value, she just thought that she didn't fit in with his life. She knew she could help people less privileged than her. Sure Meghan had felt uplifted by her town, but that was a delusionment. She was living a fake life trying to be something she wasn't. And with Harry, she could only see it getting worse as she would have to hide her past and try to keep up a certain royal image. Harry had been uplifted with a true sense of self. She just couldn't meet that. 

Jason showing up right after her mini vacation with Harry took her back into the reality of her own life instead of Harry's life. She still had things she had to deal with. She had to confront them alone. She couldn't ignore the past any longer. 

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It had been three days since Harry had heard Meghan's voicemail.  First he felt confused. Where was this coming from after they had spent the night together, one of the best nights of his life! Then he felt angered, she had no right to leave a message on a number that wasn't her own with no explanation of where she was going and without a chance to speak in person. For him to convince her otherwise that in fact she did fit into his life. But today was different. He saw Charmay at his grandmothers house for a meeting. She didn't speak much to him. But he couldn't help but remember her texts. 

Harry's mind was racing from thoughts of "with hell to tradition!" to, "my mother would want me to be happy" to, "it is my duty to uphold to the royal traditions and help lead a strong country." There was so much pressure from himself and the external historical and present expectations.  

"Harry, why are you so down? You need some rest, you haven't been looking your best the past few meetings." His grandmother put a small hand on his back as she came up behind him once the table had dispersed. 

He looked up at his gran. This wasn't the Queen talking to him. But one of the closest people he had in his life. Telling him to get some rest. 

"Now if it has anything to do with that girl, If it's a girl, you better know that you only have a short life. And it's not meant to be lived in the state you're in now. So resolve it and move on with your life however you choose. It is your responsibility to yourself and to your job." She smiled genuinely which was only saved in Harry's memories for a few memorable moments of his life. Like the last time he was bogged down about the tabloids and how he thought it was his fault he was ruining the family name and legacy. 

"Thanks gran. It is a girl. The most wonderful girl who left me."

"Why on earth would any girl leave you? Although I don't blame her if you were pulling any pranks on her." She eyed him. 

"No no!" He put his hand up in defence and chuckled. "Nothing like that of course not to a lady gran. Other than you of course." He smirked. "I don't know what to do. She makes me so happy but I'm afraid she is right and her differences might disrupt the family. I've already done enough."

"Oh son, you have done right by the family. Serving in the military. You have done me and your mother proud. And I hope yourself if you think about it. Things that happened in the past are just that. They don't exist right here, right now. Okay?" 

"Okay thanks gran. I'll take a few days off to figure it out." He squeezed his grandmothers hand that she placed on his lower arm now, reassuring her he would be okay. 

"I do my best and that's all you can do too Harry." 

He hadn't shaven since he last saw Meghan. He had no idea what love was until her. He hadn't felt so strongly before about someone. She frustrated him beyond belief, while also making him feel the most alive and at his best. Like he had a friend other than his brother who he could share his dreams and desires to without judgement. And isn't that what everyone wants? To live freely without judgement being imparted onto their consciousness? He knew that she also deserved the best, and so Harry began walking home with these new thoughts conjuring up in his mind.

He put on his hat  and sunglasses as his disguise after getting out of the palace premise and walked home. 

He wasn't sure if what he had seen was conjured up by his mind seeing all he could think about was Meghan and where his life stood now. What caught his attention was the news paper stand at the corner. He picked one up after inserting a coin through the slot. 

On the bottom right hand corner, a small image of what appeared to be Meghan. His Meghan. In her brown coat going into the airport. 

He read further and found out she had taken a flight back to her hometown. 

So he once again felt conflicted. He seemed to always be in a constant battle with himself. Never sticking in one piece of mind for too long. Right now he had to speak to her. To see her. His heart ached for her in all the ways possible. Out of anger, frustration, and of course love. 

Sure he felt a little strange going to her hometown using his private jet. But this was an emergency. Surely it would attract attention since the media would track where he was going. But he didn't care. He somewhat cared what the people would think in Meghan's small town, would he be judged? He never had these feelings. He was fortunate enough to rarely be in a position of less power. He felt helpless going to see Meghan. He was at her mercy. And hopefully it wasn't too late to change her mind for good.