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A/N: Okay, here it is. It’s been a while - I know, understatement of the year - but I hope you enjoy it. I don’t know how long it is relative to the usual chapters (I have a new computer and the word app is different on it), but it’s helped me get back into writing, and I hope you enjoy it.
The Duke and Duchess of Clarence are expecting a child.
The Duchess is three months pregnant, and the pregnancy is proceeding normally.
Author’s Note: aaaaaand we’re back. This is a bit of a filler, but also quite important. Let me know what you think! Enjoy! :)
The morning after Olivia’s party, Harry and Anisha once again found them enveloped in another meeting. Again with their fathers, this time with Edward in tow. It was often difficult for Harry to sit through these types of meetings: the type where he’d be spoken at, rather than spoken to. Holding his tongue, particularly after last night, was something he wasn’t sure he’d be able to do today.
A/N: We’re just a few chapter away from the wedding! You may have noticed that time is passing quicker now. Well, it was intended to be like so from the beginning. And you’ll see that Elle and Harry’s lives will pass quicker or slower, depending on the situation from now on. xx Bea
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Six weeks had past since Deidre left the hospital. Everything had finally been moved into her new place. She did feel a bit guilty that all of her friends were moving the stuff back and forth. She wanted to help, but Harry insisted that she stay back. She still wore the boot and he didn’t want to make things more complicated for her.
Harry had been with her almost everyday. It was getting on her last nerves, It was nice the first week or two of him taking care of her. But once she felt better, she told him to leave. Not that she wasn’t grateful, she was, but she knew that he had life and a duty to get back too.
Schwerin, Mecklenburg
Kate’s mind wandered for a moment, lost in the absurdity at what her life had become. When Karolina Augusta invited her and William to visit Mecklenburg in July, the last thing Kate expected to happen was to spend a good chunk of an afternoon lying on the wooden floor of the Golden Hall, while Lina and her mother told her the history of the room and the stories behind the paintings on its ceiling.
William and Klaus were sitting close by, occupying themselves with the dogs. William had a lifelong interest in art and history but he’d seen and heard all this before. “I have no idea how many times I’ve visited Schwerin,” William said when she’d asked some weeks before. “Must be nearly a hundred.” He’d gotten quiet for a moment before adding, “we’d visit five or six times a year when Mum was still around.”
They’d started their tour after a scrumptious lunch in the Orangerie, with the dormant garden on the other side of the wooden green framed windows.
First stop had been the Schlosskirche, which was apparently the only room worth visiting on the ground floor of the Palace. “The rest is offices and staff areas,” Lina explained. The family’s private chapel, used mostly by the staff nowadays, was much larger than Kate expected it to be. It beautifully combined Renaissance and Gothic Revival elements. Kate was quite taken with the vaulted ceiling of white stars on a blue background.
Olivia paced around her living room biting her bottom lip anxiously while Harry sat on the couch watching her with Olivia’s phone in his hand. “Are you sure you don’t want to call the police?” he asked finally getting a hold of her wrist and stopping her. “This is kidnapping.”
“He’s Charlie’s father, Harry.” She sighed plopping down on the space beside him. “If there’s anyone who’s going to get jailed here, it’s me. I took her away from him- without a choice.”
“He lost all rights of her when he told you to abort her.”
Olivia shook her head remembering Patrick’s voice telling her that he wants the child in her tummy gone. “Not in the eyes of the law.” She whispered sadly looking down on the floor. “He still has the right to fight for custody.”
“Even if he does, you’ll win.”
“We can’t say that. We can’t be sure.”
Patrick watched the little girl in front of him eat ice cream. For the past hour, he had tried to get to know his daughter and as he watched her, he noticed that he may look like her but some of her traits were gotten from her mother. Little Charlotte is much like Olivia in attitude and character; reserved yet open, realistic yet still optimistic. And although she may be just a child and doesn’t have walls as high as her mother does, Patrick saw that his daughter thinks before opening her mouth.
“So, is mommy with someone?”
“With someone?” Charlie asked looking at her father in front of her, her bright blue eyes wide with curiosity yet she knew she couldn’t say anything to anyone about Prince Harry- her mommy made her promise. “She’s always busy.”
“With the prince?”
Charlie smiled feeling uneasy under her father’s look, “With Uncle Alfred. They work together.”
“So mommy is not dating anyone?”
Charlie giggled not really knowing what dating meant yet but she however couldn’t mention the name of the prince. “Mommy is either working or with me.” She said smiling before taking a spoonful of ice cream to her mouth.
“You must be a handful.” He said and Charlie only looked up at him. The child is mature for her age- absolutely mature. Although he can still see the innocence in her, he saw the independence that Olivia had inside of Charlotte. “Come on, we have to meet mommy.”
“Do you want me to come with you?” Harry asked as he helped Olivia put on her coat. If there’s one thing he wanted to do, it’s to punch the prick right at the face for worrying and putting Olivia in distress. “You need support.”
Olivia sighed turning to look at Harry with a slight smile on her face, “I’m a mature woman, I can take care of myself.”
“I just don’t want you like this.”
“I know.” She said before kissing him on the lips. “I’ll be fine. I’ll call you when I get home.”
“I’ll just wait here. Be safe, mon chou.”
Olivia laughed at this, hitting Harry lightly on the arm. “The Duke of Edinburg won’t be so happy on you stealing his term of endearment for the Queen.” She said turning around and walking over to her door, about to go out of the house.
He smiled mischievously, “How about munchkin?”
“Don’t push it, pumpkin.”
Patrick sat on the steps of Westminster Abbey with Charlie who’s busy playing with the stuffed bear he had bought for her and he smiled. The little girl had turned out to be wonderful although sadly he wasn’t with them. She’s well-mannered and very polite. The innocence she has is a breath of fresh air- an innocence that is formed because of him as well. It is absolutely mind boggling to think that such a beautiful human being is formed.
“Oh Charlie.”
He heard the ever familiar voice of Olivia and he looked up to see her running up the steps, her heels clicking on the stone floor; she didn’t dare look at him nor acknowledge him as she kneeled down in front of their daughter and hugged her. He watched the two and focused on them. The sounds went silent although he can see Charlie showing her mommy the small bear she now owns and had named ‘Cuppy’ and he can see Olivia smiling before kissing the little girl on her forehead. She then looked up at him saying something and he blinked back at her.
“What?”
“Thank you for keeping her safe.” She said and he can feel the edge on her voice. “I now must get her home.” She continued standing up straight and Charlie promptly taking a hold of her mother’s hand.
“Wait.” Patrick said stopping her from turning around and she looked back at him. “Can we talk?”
Olivia stared at the man before him- the man she used to love and had promised to stay loyal for and wait years for. She couldn’t say that she still feels the same, she doesn’t. Although the memories of how she had loved the same man in front of her haunted her and made it impossible to feel comfortable being around him. “It’s too late to talk.”
“Please.”
Her mouth formed a thin line for a few seconds before sighing, “Not with her.” She said referring to their kid who’s looking at her parents curiously. “Tomorrow. I’ll meet you at The Anglesea Arms. Lunch.”
Harry is not happy to know that Olivia had scheduled a meeting with Patrick Baden as he now paced around Olivia’s bedroom as she sat at the foot of her bed- watching him. “Why did you?” he asked irritably stopping briefly to look at Olivia who only looked back at him emotionless. It’s not that he thinks Olivia is going to do something bad with her ex, no. He knows Olivia completely well, he trusts her. He knows that she and Patrick needed to talk regarding their situation- especially now that he had located them. But the thought of his slimy hands getting to her makes him want to hit something- preferably someone named Patrick Baden.
Olivia knew what’s running inside Harry’s head. The Patrick topic is a rather touchy subject for her- much more for Harry who had found hate in the form of her ex. She knew that he’s partly jealous and worried towards the meeting tomorrow. So she sighed standing up from the bed and walking over to Harry and hugging him from behind, stopping him from pacing and overthinking. “Do you trust me?” she asked, her voice muffled by his bare back.
He sighed touching her intertwined hands on top of his torso. “Of course I do.” They stood there in silence for a few moments until he unlatched her hands and turned to face her. “I’m sorry.” He apologized looking down at her eyes. “I was just-“
Olivia shook her head putting a finger above his lips to stop him, “I understand.” She whispered and her arms snaked to his neck. She smiled up at him seductively making him raise an eyebrow back at her. “What?” she asked pretending to sound innocent.
The mere thought of Olivia actually initiating sex between them turns him on as quick as turning on a light switch. And when she started lowering herself to kneel down in front of him, he can feel himself harden more and more. “Are you trying to bribe me with sex?” he asked, his breath already ragged from the proximity of Olivia’s mouth to his manhood.
She looked up at him and then a sly smile went on her face before she asked, “Do you want me to stop?” while her hands slowly pushed his boxers down- the touch of her warm fingers on his thigh and her hot breath touching his sensitive skin made him groan.
“Oh for God’s sake, woman.” He grunted his hand on the back of her head and pulling on it- his head falling back in pleasure at the process.
Harry stared at the woman beside him. Although he knew that she’s awake and only had her eyes closed to rest for a bit, he couldn’t help but stare at her. The atmosphere in the bedroom is hot from their activities and he embraced it- he can have this every night and every day and he won’t complain. “What’s it like?” he finally said making Olivia peek open an eye to look at him. “Being normal, without the press hounding you. Not needing a PR to defend yourself.”
“I wouldn’t want to compare my life to yours.”
“Come on.” Harry prodded poking Olivia at her side making her smile faintly. “Tell me how you feel.”
“We’re more alike than you think. We experience the same things you do, the only difference is, we don’t have the danger of having ourselves plastered across every newspaper. We’re judged same as you yet not as widespread.” Olivia said looking straight at Harry seriously. “I have aunts and uncles- still alive but had thought of me as dead. They couldn’t take an orphan to their care, too troublesome. Thankfully, my grandmother stood to the role.”
“Oh.” Harry said for he had thought that Olivia didn’t have any other relatives.
“When I got pregnant with Charlie, I had to go back to the Philippines- where they all are. I had no one and I prayed to the Gods that someone would at least help because at that time, I felt so lost.” She whispered her eyes now had a far away look into it but she blinked and smiled apologetically at Harry. “But I got their judgment instead. My pregnancy was spread across the small town I grew up in and the next thing I knew, I was packing my things to go back to the place where I was born. Back to jolly old England.”
“I didn’t have a PR to defend myself from the whispers; but I do have enough courage within myself to ignore them.”
When morning came, Olivia tried her best to not show her anxiousness to Harry especially when he’s watching her like a hawk even though he’s shooting a campaign advertisement for Heads Together with William and Kate. Kate, however, noticed how Harry is watching Olivia intently- or as intently as he can that when she got the free time, she waltzed over to where Olivia stood.
“Hello, Ms. Curtis.” She whispered teasingly making Olivia smile.
“Your Royal Highness.”
The Duchess pouted slightly pretending to engage in an important conversation Olivia. “Open your folder and pretend I’m talking about something important.” She whispered under her breath and Olivia obliged. “So, I can feel the ginge watching you since you came.”
“Doesn’t he always?”
“Well, more intently today.” Kate said noticing Olivia’s unwillingness to answer her inquiry. “Come on. Maybe I can help. Carol told me that she hadn’t talked to you in a while as well.” She continued looking at Olivia’s folder- which is opened in a blank page. “Are you pregnant?”
Olivia almost choked on her own spit but quickly composed herself. “Where did you get that from?”
“Well, your musketeer seems to be too protective.”
The PR finally sighed and gave Kate a glance. “Patrick had picked up Charlie from school yesterday.” She started and Kate gave her a shocked look. “Yes. The ex. Patrick.” Olivia said noticing Kate’s look. “I’m meeting him this afternoon to talk and Harry knew about it.”
“Oh.” Kate said in realization. “Well, you are in a tight knot there. But, me and William are free this afternoon, maybe we can entertain him for a bit.”
“Jesus, we’re treating him like a kid.” Olivia mumbled.
“You do know Harry and his temper, right?” Kate asked and Olivia sent him a confused look. “He can be temperamental. He’s a jealous guy; him and Chelsy fought a lot because of their temper- including his.” She whispered under her breath. “And this Patrick issue is probably eating him up.”
Olivia sighed, “I know. But we hadn’t had a row yet.”
“Yet.”
“That’s not very comforting Kate.”
Kate smiled at the PR apologetically. “Look, before you go home after lunch, message me and I’ll try and calm him as much as I can- or at least Wills will try to.” She said and Olivia smiled at her looking up and noticing William gesturing for Kate to come back already. “Although I cannot promise that I can keep him if he said he would want to follow you.”
“Thank you, Kate. I, however, cannot say that I can keep you away from the shoot longer.” Olivia said finally closing her folder and Kate sighed before giving Olivia one last small smile and walking back to William and the crew.
By lunch time, Harry watched Olivia drive away from Kensington Palace slightly annoyed when she declined his offer of going with her- or at least staying in the car. Although he trusted Olivia with everything he has including his reputation, he couldn’t shake of the jealousy raging inside him especially if it involves her first love- the man whom she was supposed to be with. He had accepted that Olivia has a kid and that she couldn’t control her feelings for a man during the times that they haven’t even met yet or had the knowledge that they would even fall for each other however, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that there’s always a chance that she will choose the guy that would be good for her daughter- and that guy will always be the father.
“That’s preposterous.” William said after he had learnt of his brother’s worries and he sent a glance at Kate who’s carrying a sleeping Charlotte in her arms. “You know she’s smarter than that.”
“Precisely Harry. You can’t assume that she will choose Patrick over you.” Kate said agreeing.
“You don’t get it.” Harry said exasperated as he crossed his legs and leaned back on the couch. “I’m a prince. I can never give her a simple quiet life but he can. If she comes back to him, there will be no press to hound her or dig up her past- no complications.”
“Well, he cannot bring back her trust.” Kate said simply “That’s the foundation of every relationship, you know. Trust.”
Yet he also thought of how he had betrayed Olivia once- and how she had forgiven him. She had given him her full trust after Harry had hurt her- what’s stopping her from forgiving a man who’s the father of her only child? Olivia is young- 8 years younger than him and truth be told, she still has her life ahead of her and she can replace him if she wanted to due to the complications he can bring to her and her kid.
“We reckon that you shouldn’t worry, Harry. If she’s talking to Patrick, she will only talk to him about Charlie.” Kate said noticing Harry’s troubled face. “She’s an intelligent woman.”
Patrick Baden sat inside Anglesea Arms just a few miles from Kensington Palace waiting for Olivia to come and when he saw her entering the restaurant, he waved at her making her walk straight towards him. “Work clothes?” he asked referring to her outfit of white fitted button up long sleeve, black pencil skirt that ends a few inches above her knees, and black heels. “You look good.”
Olivia, on the other hand, doesn’t know how to respond to his compliment so she sat down in front of him with a small smile on her face. Now that she’s in front of him, everything that she had rehearsed on the way faded and she was tongue tied. ”What would you want to eat?”
After food had arrived and Patrick had watched the waiter try and hopelessly flirt with Olivia, he watched her intently. “So, what’s up?” he finally blurted out and Olivia gave him a funny look before shrugging her shoulders- “Of course, what a stupid question to ask.”
“I didn’t say that it was a stupid question.”
Patrick smiled, “You’re still such a complicated person to understand.”
“I’m quite easy to understand, you just assumed that I thought of something negative just like how you did before- you assumed that I’m a negative person and that I will be a bad mother.” She retorted back although a smile is still on her face. “What brought you here, really? Surely it’s not to rub to my face that you’re right- as you always were.”
He sighed, clearly, the bitterness of what he had done still haven’t left her. He can see the anger in her eyes although her expression gives nothing away. “I don’t want to fight.” He finally said trying to avoid her wrath. “But if talking about this makes you feel better-“
“What can make me feel better is if you go back to Australia.” She said simply and he had to blink back at the coldness of her voice and her look. “Same as you, I don’t want any complications.”
“Well, you’re very much willing to complicate your life by being involved with Prince Harry.” He retorted back catching Olivia completely off guard. “I know about you and him, Oli.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“And don’t lie to me.” He said back making Olivia narrow her eyes at the man before her. “I might of not been with you for half a decade but I still do know you well, Olivia. I always will.”
“And haven’t you thought that maybe you’re wrong? People change.” She said and although his declaration that he knew about her and Harry’s relationship scared her, she couldn’t admit to it.
“So you’re saying Camilla Thurlow is wrong?”
Olivia gave out a laugh. “Camilla? You mean Her Royal Highness?” she asked looking incredulously at Patrick who nodded. “She said that I’m dating Harry?”
“Well, yes.”
“How did you-“ Olivia started absolutely shocked that he even had a connection with Camilla Thurlow but she had started piecing together the happenings the past few days- how he suddenly knew where she is and where Charlie is and it dawned unto her. “How?”
“Well, this guy came over to me while I was asking about you to one of the guards at Kensington.” He said nonchalantly as if it’s normal for a stranger to come to him. “And he said he knows someone who can point you to me- then he brought me to Camilla’s estate just outside London.”
“And she said that I’m with the Prince?” she asked looking at Patrick intently. Olivia is a manipulative woman, if she wanted to be; however, she doesn’t want to be manipulative with Patrick although he had manipulated her numerous times when they were still together. Yet, the thought of telling Patrick the truth can be damaging to Harry, to her, and to her kid. “You can’t believe that.”
If Olivia had developed something over the years, it’s her poker face. Patrick couldn’t get anything out of her expressions nor her actions. “Well, I couldn’t believe it at first but she had said various proofs.”
“And you believed a woman going through divorce.”
“I don’t know what to believe, Oli.” Patrick said shaking his head and placing his utensils on the table and looking at the woman he so desperately wants back. “There must be a reason why you don’t want me back.”
“Well, think about what you did to me then because that’s the answer.” She said through gritted teeth while looking at the man in front of him venomously. However, she sighed and rubbed her forehead after a while finding herself wanting to stare at him longer- the usual pull she had when she was still with him. “Look, I had forgiven you but not to the point that I can be with you.”
“I can work for that.”
Olivia scoffed, shaking her head. “I highly doubt there’s salvation after everything you did to me.” She said looking at Patrick straight in the eyes. “I’m working for my kid and being alone works out for me and her.”
“But what about me?” Patrick asked his heart dropping to his stomach at the words leaving Olivia’s mouth. “You’re my family, Olivia. And yes, it took me years to figure that out. Yes, you were right, those friends that I had only wanted me for one thing and that I chose to keep the people that had left me once and abandoned you instead. But why am I denied a chance to make it all right?”
Olivia watched Patrick in front of her; how his mouth opens when he talks, how his blue eyes that used to hypnotize her very much still has a slight effect on her. She used to love the man in front of her, she used to promise that she would stay with him through thick and thin, and she used to think that her happily ever after was with him. However, she remembered all the things he told her, all the judgments, all the pain that he had imposed on her- the depression, the tears, and the abandonment especially during the time that she needed him the most and it made her heart wrench just to think of it.
“Because the thought of you and everything you did still hurts.” Olivia said finally blinking and then she sighed leaning back on her chair. “I can allow you to be involved with Charlie for she is your kid as well but that would be the extent of it. I can’t come back to you. I can’t trust you with myself again but I do trust that you won’t hurt my kid- our kid- in any way.”
For Patrick though, this is enough for him for he knows that he can work for her trust while he tries to get to know her daughter better. He can still have his family. He can still have Olivia and his kid back to him and he will do everything to replace all the tears that he had caused Olivia with smiles.
He’s going to work for his family this time around and no prince will hinder him.
Chapter One. New Fanatic about Prince Harry,kind of new to all this so please bare with me and I apologies in advice if it’s rubbish.. Just so you know the first chapter is about Bella the love Interest. Please let me know.
Bella walked though the cold,icy streets of London warped up in her winter woollies she quickly walked wanting get out of the cold and into the warmth of her flat.She cursed her self as she walked.Who’s idea was it to move to London without planning everything through?.She sighs knowing the answer.
Three months ago her and her two friends decided to ditch their lives in Manchester and move down to London.At first it was an amazing idea until they arrived that is.Granted they had got them self’s a flat to live in and some furniture,Plus the money they all had was enough to last them about 6 months but they all needed a job to be able to survive.
So that was what Bella was doing,she was job hunting.But after 5 hours of walking around the streets asking in all the shops she decided to call it a day.As night approached Bella made her way home having stopped in the local super market to get some groceries.That is when she saw it,a job offer that she had experience in and would surely be able to get.She picked up the paper containing the job offer before quickly paying for the groceries she hurries along back to her apartment.
Upon arriving home she takes her gloves,coat and scarf off before taking a seat at the kitchen table reading the job advertisement.She had the qualifications needed so she wasted no time in calling the number in the advert.
After 20 minutes on the phone her friends and room mates walked into the apartment having also been out job hunting.
“Any luck today Bella?” Sarah asked throwing her gloves to one side as she and Emma hurries into the kitchen to make themselves some tea to warm them self up
“You guys won’t believe it” Bella speaks having only just got off the phone a smile creeping onto her lips “I got a job.. At Kensington Palace! It’s for when they have parties they need people to serve food and drinks and since I had been a waitress back in Manchester I got the job”.
“Ohhh! You might be able to meet some royals!” Sarah said excited over the thought
“Leave off! Like any Royal would be Interested in talking to me?” Bella laughs the thought of her talking with someone like the Queen or Prince Philip made her giggle
While Sarah and Emma were giggling and talking about the Royal family and what they are like Bella was getting nervous at the thought of being in a room full of rich people,people who would probably look down at some one like her . Taking a deep breath she bites her bottom lip while staring at the paper.She started the job in 5 days.A job that would change her life forever.
(A/N: Thank you to everyone who have sent me messages about how excited they are. It means so much to me. Also, a big thank you to Maurisa whom helped me write the majority of this chapter. Thank you so much!)
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This was Adalyn’s fifth outfit that she had tried on. Staring at herself in the mirror, she turned slightly trying to decide whether this outfit was the right one. Lindsie was at her vanity applying her makeup having already chosen her outfit. “No not that one. We need something to show off your sexy body!” Lindsie gave Adalyn a wink as she stood and walked back into her enormous walk in closet that was probably bigger than Adalyn’s whole flat.
Lindsie had begged Adalyn to attend a polo charity event that Ethan could not go to, not wanting to go by herself. After relentless pursuing, Adalyn finally caved and agreed to go; hugely regretting her decision now standing in front of the mirror. She waited patiently as she put her trust in her fashionista friend to find a suitable outfit for the match.
A squeal filled the room as Lindsie walked out of the closet holding the perfect dress. A black and white laced top dress with plain black skirt, a classy sexy outfit. Lindsie handed her the dress, “here try it on, this has to be the perfect one!” Lindsie clapped her hands together in excitement. Finding a spot on the corner of her bed she waited patiently while Adalyn tried it on.
Chapter Two Harry
Harry sighs as he looks at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing his blue suit with a blue tie to match due to the fact he was attending a state dinner party at Kensington Palace that night. Truthfully he wasn’t looking forward to attending, not because he didn’t want to but because he knew what was coming. He would be asked by almost everyone in attendance why he was still single. The most eligible bachelor in the world, all the ladies wanted him. He had to laugh at that. If half the ladies knew what it would be like to date him and the Royal life they would run a mile. Maybe that’s why he is still single. Maybe he hasn’t found the right women who could handle his way of life.
Taking a deep breath he looks at his reflection dusting himself off before a knock at the door dragged him out of his thoughts.
“Come in” Harry spoke already knowing who it was behind the door.
The door opened and a tall man stepped in, wearing a suit while carrying a iPad he looks at the prince.
“Come along Harry otherwise you’ll be late” Jack Edwards sighs slightly annoyed as he speaks while leaning against the door, Jack was Harry Personal assistant.
Harry taking a deep breath before he looks at him self in the mirror one last time before quickly following his assistant out of the room.
While walking down the corridor Harry plays with the cuffs on his sleeves an action Jack knew all to well was a sign that Harry was nervous.
“You’ll be fine Harry, you’ve done this a thousand times before” Jake spoke with a soft smile on his lips watching Harry.
“Still doesn’t stop me being nervous, I mean walking into a room full of people I don’t know, I will always be nervous when it comes to that, it’s just am so good at hiding it no one notices” Harry spoke walking on ahead leaving his assistant to walk slightly behind him.
Upon arriving at the room Harry once again doing his nervous jester before a butler who was standing at the entrance opens up the door for Harry before the butler spoke.
“His Royal Highness Prince Henry of Wales”.
Harry rolls his eyes at the use of his full name before he slowly walks into the room full of people. His eyes scanning the room. Members of Parliament were there as well as some rich aristocrats who Harry had never met before his eyes fall on a women, she was standing at the far end of the room holding a silver tray full of food.
Harry looks at her up and down examining her. She was wearing a uniform and by the looks of it she was one of the many serving girls here tonight. Her hair in a messy bun to one side with little bits of hair falling to the side of her face. She looked different to the rest of the serving girls, she looked natural.
Harry couldn’t get her imagine out of his mind as he walked around the room talking to various people.
After a while Harry decided he had to talk to her, find out her name.
So has he made his way towards her he was stopped by someone who wanted to talk to him. Cursing him under his breath before he spoke to the man making a mental note to talk to the serving girl tonight.
Bella (3 hours earlier )
Bella looked up the magnificent building that was before her. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she would come face to face with such a place. Yet here she was.. Kensington Palace!. Home to the younger members of the Royal family.
Taking a deep breath Bella walked over to some security guards hoping they would let her inside.
“I am here as a serving girl for the dinner party tonight.. Bella.. Bella Jones”
The man looks at a piece of paper with the list of names who were working there tonight before he looked at her up and down before he spoke in a deep voice.
“Identification please”
Bella upon remembering that she would indeed need to bring some ID brings out her drivers licence before quickly handing it to the man. He looks at the photo carefully before looking back to her face. Once he was satisfied Bella was who she said she was he handed her drivers license back.
“Down the road and turn right, you’ll see a door, knock on it and they will let you in” The security man spoke as he opened up the gate for her.
Bella nods her head thanking him before quickly taking her drivers license back before she makes her way down the road towards the palace. Following the instructions from the security guard she turns right. Looking around she sees a door to the far end. She quickly walks over before knocking on the door.
Some minutes later the door opens and a man standing there wearing all white with a white hat on smiles at her before turning his head to talk to another man.
“Hey Andrew! Anther one of your serving girls are here”
The man looks up before smiling softly. “Come in dear what’s your name?” He ask looking to the note pad in his hands.
“Bella Jones” Bella smiles softly stepping into the room, she quickly looks around realizing she was in the kitchens.
“Well Bella Jones would like to follow me please” Andrew smiles politely looking to her before he turns and leaves the room. Bella quickly follows him not wanting to get lost in such a large building.
“Now take notice as we walk. This is the way you will be coming and going during the night” Andrew spoke while they walked down a few corridors turning in different directions before they arrived at some doors.
“This will be the rooms you and the rest of the serving men and women will be working tonight” Andrew opens the door to reveal a large room which has a connecting room next door. “You will walk around with either a tray of food or a tray of drinks, when your tray is empty you will leave the room walking back the way we came towards the kitchens to refill the tray before quickly returning back”.
“I will quickly show you to my office so I can get you a uniform. Also remember this route as you will return to my office when the party is over so you can collect your wage” Andrew spoke as he began to walk away leaving Bella to quickly catch up with him.
They walked down a few more corridors again before arriving at Andrew’s office. Once inside he begins to look though some boxes pulling out a uniform for Bella to wear. “The ladies toilets are close to the kitchens and there is a room next door to place all your belongings for the night. Here is a key for your locker, keep a hold of it don’t lose it. Once your changed return to the kitchens and get started.”
Bella smiling politely takes the uniform as well as the key before leaving the room, thanking Andrew before leaving. Once out of the office she walks down the corridor remembering the way they came she soon reaches the ladies toilets.
She quickly gets changed into the uniform before stepping back out. Checking her appearance in the mirror before leaving the toilets she makes her way to the locker room. Upon entering she see a few others in the locker room. Being polite she smiles and makes conversation with them while placing her bags in her locker.
She places the key in her little apron before following everyone out of the room and into the kitchens. Looking around she noticed a load of silver trays with various food and drinks on. Not being picky she picks up a tray with nibbles on before walking back out onto the corridor towards the grand room she saw earlier.
Bella enters the room before walking over to a corner she stands there and waits. Not having to wait long before the guests begin to fill the room. Some people she didn’t know others she knew well having seen their pictures on the telly and in the news. But one persons face stood out a mile.
She watched as his name was called upon entering the room. She watched as he looks around before his eyes fell on her. She watched as he tried to make his way over to her, each time failing as he was pulled away to talk.
She circled the room serving the food before she noticed him walking over. Prince Harry walking over to her!. She looked around noticing no one stopping to talk to him. Biting her bottom lip as she watched him approach neither knowing the conversation they will about to have will change both their lives forever
A/N: Hi! It’s me, Jo. While leaving Tumblr has been good for me, it didn’t sit well in my stomach that I left the story unfinished. And waiting till the New Year to finish it left a lingering issue in my mind. So. I buckled down and I wrote the last chapter. This will be the last chapter of The Alternate Journey. It skips ahead in time, though not as far as TUJ. I wanted you to have it, to be able to say good-bye to the story as I say good-bye to the story. I hope you enjoy it. I hope it provides you with what you need….a glimpse into the future. And I hope it provides you with some closure. There will be no more updates after this. I’ll leave this here for a while. If you’d like to get in touch, you can email me at 2012phff@gmail.com Thank you. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading and responding and encouraging. Thank you for loving these characters as much as I do. Thank you for being a part of this journey. I love you very much.
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Author’s Note: Hi! It’s me, Jo. While leaving Tumblr has been good for me, it didn’t sit well in my stomach that I left the story unfinished. And waiting till the New Year to finish it left a lingering issue in my mind. So. I buckled down and I wrote the last chapter. This will be the last chapter of The Unexpected Journey. It skips ahead in time, as I always said it would. And it’s following the death of one of the major characters. Obviously there’s a whole lifetime of story to tell, but this is the end of that story. I wanted you to have it, to be able to say good-bye to the story as I say good-bye to the story. I hope you enjoy it. I hope it provides you with what you need….a glimpse into the future, into the lives they’ve lived. And I hope it provides you with some closure. There will be no more updates after this. I’ll leave this here for a while. If you’d like to get in touch, you can email me at 2012phff@gmail.com
Thank you. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading and responding and encouraging. Thank you for loving these characters as much as I do. Thank you for being a part of this journey. I love you very much.
Taking their respective seats, they met the other guests attending. Adalyn shifted in her chair, feeling uncomfortable in such a setting. The napkin she placed over her lap probably costed more than her whole outfit. She ordered the cheapest item on the menu and even that was way over her budget. Excusing herself from the table, she went to the ladies room.
Exiting the washroom she rounded the corner when she collided hard with a tall sturdy man. A small gasp escaped her mouth as she lost her footing. Feeling a strong hand catch her, she gripped his arm tight.
“I am very sorry miss.” A posh British accent voiced.
Adalyn’s POV
Looking up at the man, she met his crystal blue eyes. Worried that he had hurt he, a concerned expression graced his face. Adalyn loosened her tight grip on his arm as he stood her up, their eyes remaining locked. She could still feel the touch of his hand on the small of her back attempting to steady her. He brought her small frame closer to his unintentionally, allowing her a chance to inhale his sweet scent.
Releasing her hand she took a step back realizing how close she was to his body. Adalyn could feel her cheeks become flushed; she lowered her head to hide her embarrassment. “Are you alright?” he spoke again with a sincere tone. Her eyes remained stagnant to the ground as she shyly replied, “Yes…thank you for catching me…” Adalyn trailed off before a light laughter escaped her lips, finding the humor in her newly found circumstance.
A/N- This is the last one-shot I had completed. I will update with more when they are written
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She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t see. His words rang over and over in her ears. She never thought it was possible to feel like this.
Shattered.
Broken.
Numb. No matter how hard she tried, the sobs racked her body continuously over and over until it made her physically sick. No sleep or hunger would come to her, all she wanted was to go back in time and change his mind….to make him love her again.
Lia knew it was a bad idea, that allowing herself to see his face even through a photograph would prove more detrimental than favorable. She easily found the box that her sister had packed two days prior, which had contained all of the physical memories of the couple. Sitting in the furthest corner in the gloomy, dark and cold basement, she tore open the cardboard box she felt the clenching of her heart upon seeing the very first picture that was on top.
It was from her Sixteenth birthday.The day it all began. The day they finally came clean with their feelings after hiding them for many years. Someone was able to catch the exact moment she had heard him say what she had always wanted to hear.
A/N- And again. Here is another one-shot I had for the prequel completed. There is a M for the mature part and an EM for where it ends.
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“Are you sure about this? We don’t have to do this if-“ Lia cut his nervous rant off by placing her lips firm against his. Her hands caressed his bare back so gently her fingers were just ghosting the surface. Her hips rose ever so slightly enjoying the friction it caused and with a low moan, Harry pushed in. It hurt like she knew it would, but the way he was slowly, gentle and loving with her made it more bearable. She felt the feeling, this slow building feeling begin in the pit of her stomach, rising up her toes curl as the feeling became stronger and then…
(Knock, knock)
“Angelia, are you up?” Lia sat up quickly hearing her mother’s voice come from the other side of the door.
“Yes, yes I am.” Slowly the door opened revealing her mother, looking made up and beautiful given how early in the morning it was, smiling at her. “Are you all heading out?”
Her parents and brother were headed to look at a University that he had gotten accepted to and they wouldn’t be back until the next evening. Her sister, being older than her brother and Lia, was already at University which meant for 24 hours, she had the house to herself.
“Yes, Cole wants to go now. I think he’s excited, wouldn’t you say?” Laughing as her mother winked. “We will be home tomorrow evening; you may have friends over as long as you obey the rules.”
“Yes, mum. Enjoy the tour and night away.” With kisses ‘goodbye’ and a wave to her father and brother, the family was off.
Drying her hair off with a towel, she answered the shrilling phone that sat on her bed.
“Hello Beautiful.” His voice sounded over the receiver, her heart rate increased just by hearing the deep tone he spoke in.
A/N- It’s been a while since I have posted anything on here, but I wanted to at least get up the one-shots I already had.
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“Come on Lia, let’s just go. No one is watching it’s the perfect time!”
“Harry, we could get into so much trouble doing this.”
“Lia, you always talk about how you want one date where ‘the shadows’ aren’t following us around. Well, here’s our chance!”
Lia looked at her boyfriend of a year as they sat together outside on the lawn of Kensington. Lia, along with her parents had accompanied Harry, Charles and William to a polo match before returning to London for an relaxing evening of stories and laughter. Lia and Harry grew tired of the boring adult stories that seemed to be bragging about their offspring more than anything of vast importance and after being excused had wondered out to the tourist free area of the Palace lawn.
“So?” Harry questioned. His blue eyes silently begging for her to say yes. Lia who had always been the ‘good child’, with the good markings and good behavior, finally wanted to rebel just this once. And it was with a wide smile and bright eyes that she responded an excited ‘yes’, surprising Harry and a small part of herself.
With Lia’s hand in his, the couple raced to the part of the tall fence they knew they could sneak through. With Harry’s help Lia slipped through first waiting anxiously on the other side for him.
