When you tell the world you're mine

Chapter 32: I've got some news

They spent their whole day walking and getting lost around the valleys of the city. She was trying to enjoy the day and the experience but her heart was heavy. Whenever Harry touched her or talked to her, he did with such kindness and gentleness that it surprised her a little bit. He'd give his hand to help her walk around rocky places, he'd always listen to what she was saying, he'd order things for her (when they found a small coffee shop) first, he'd hold her hand whenever they walked near other men which she rolled her eyes. He even found a store to buy her a blanket so she could wrap herself on it when they were on a cliff and the wind was mercilessly blowing on them. He opened the car's door to her and to their suite too. He waited for her to take a shower first and didn't try to ask her for them to go together. He was the gentleman he was raised to be. He was the prince he was raised to be.

They had dinner in the hotel's restaurant which was empty. Carol thought it was odd because he had said the hotel was fully booked and she didn't spot anyone on the restaurant or the corridors whenever she was walking through those spaces, but didn't comment on it. She turned on her curious mode and started linking the dots: There weren't any other cars parked in the parking lot and room service was way too fast for a fully booked hotel. She decided to wait another day to see if her suspicions were right.

When they were back to their bedroom, Harry had ordered a bottle of wine and some cheese. They were wearing pajamas and sitting on the couch watching TV, no one understood what was being said, but it was on anyway. Carol had sat a bit far from him, but midway the movie they were watching she started sliding her way to him and by the end of it, she was laying her head on his shoulder and one of her legs were on top of his.

"I have something to tell you." she said looking up to him and realizing her face was too close to his.

"Shoot..." he answered.

"I'm about to move." she bit her lip while looking at his perfect mouth.

"Again? I thought your mum had bought that house." he said confused.

"She did." Carol answered taking a sip of wine.

"So you're getting a place to yourself?"

"Yes and no."

"Care to elaborate?"

"I kind of received a promotion at work. And I have to move to be able to keep working on my project." she said looking at him.

"Wow... Why didn't you tell me sooner? We have to celebrate your promotion." he said refilling their glasses.

"Well... we weren't speaking to each other, so I couldn't tell you. But I'll let you know that the first thing I did was get my phone to call you. I just didn't." she said and smiled.

"I'm thankful for that... So where are you going to live?"

"Somewhere far away..." she answered looking at him.

"How far?"

"Is 30 minutes away far enough?" she watched as his face changed to confusion to surprise and then to pure happiness.

"Holy shit. You're moving to London!" he said with wide eyes.

"I am! I'm so excited." she accepted the hug he was about to give her.

"Where are you living?" he seemed way more excited than before, if his plan worked, having her living so close to him would help her to overcome her fear of relationships and he'd be able to finally say that she was his girlfriend.

"I chose an apartment in Notting Hill."

"A flat." he corrected. "If you're living in Britain, then you chose a flat in Notting Hill." he laughed while she rolled her eyes. "When are you moving?"

"I don't know. Gotta wait for my visa, but somewhere around the end of January." she said "I'm gonna need your help. I gotta buy furniture and food and I don't know how to live in London."

"It's pretty easy"

"For you that have lived there most of your life..." they laughed and she continued. "I'm scared."

"Don't be. I'll be there to help you."

"I know." she said and hugged him again.