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Chapter 8 - part 2

Leonie’s POV

“Heyyy!” I beamed as I opened the door. Once I saw who was on the other side of the door my smile dropped. “What are you doing here?” I asked annoyed and shocked that he was in front of me. I had to pick my jaw up from the floor. It was NFL off season, but he was still in the wrong country.

“Nice to see you too, Ley.” He replied. His American mid-west accent sounding thicker than I’d last remembered it. He stepped right into my house and began walking through.

I chased after him. “Hello?” I yelled.

He turned around to look at me smirking. “Hello to you too beautiful.” He stepped forward and pulled me into him for a hug with one swift movement. He stood tall wearing a black off white t-shirt, some ripped blue jeans and retro nikes in typical Kelce fashion. I could immediately smell his spicy bergamot scent. “Someone’s been squatting.” His hand drifted down from my lower back and to my butt.

“Hey!” I swatted his hand off. “Trav... you can’t! You can’t just do that.”

Towering over me he looked down at me with his giant blue orbs. His toothy grin surfaced. “Alright. I’m sorry.” He held his hands up. “It’s just hard not to touch. You look great.” He leaned down. “You always did.” He had been in my house no longer than five minutes and he was already trying to sucker me back in. I found myself tracing his features with my eyes and admiring his full beard.

He noticed and chuckled. “Got that old spice beard oils sponsorship, baby.” He rubbed his beard. “You like it?”

I stepped back to create some room between us. He did look good, but there was no way I was answering that. I crossed my arms to create some more distance. “What are you even doing here?!” I wanted him out, as I was expecting Harry.

Trav chuckled and made himself comfortable on the sofa. He patted the space beside him. “Come sit down.”

“What? No!” I yelled.

“Ley, come sit down.” His voice more stern. “Can you hear me out?”

“I have somewhere to be. So if you don’t—” I protested.

“Yeah...in that?” He pointed to my silk robe, which just about hid my lingerie. He wasn’t hearing any of it. He reached for me and pulled me down beside him. “Hey,” He wouldn’t let go of my hand. He began caressing it gently. “I came here to apologise.”

“Hmm...” I mumbled.

“I treated you like a disposable. I didn’t see the value of you.”

“You cheated on me. You sure as hell didn’t.” I felt my chest burning just thinking back. After all that time I still wasn’t okay with how I’d been treated.

“I f*cked up. I made a big mistake. I’m sorry, Ley.” He squeezed on my hand and looked across at me sadly with his hazel baby blues.

“You cheated on me and then you went on a stupid TV show to find ‘the one’. How do you think that made me feel?!”

“That was just for publicity. My agent got me to do it. I wasn’t looking for anyone. I didn’t like any of them.” He explained. “Ley, you still have my heart. Always have.”

I gulped as my chest started to burn up rapidly. I kept asking myself why I was hurting. Was I as over Trav as I’d first thought? I heard a knock at the door and felt myself freeze for a few seconds. My eyes went wide. I could see Trav’s lips moving but I couldn’t hear anything. My blood was rushing to my head out of panic.

“Ley, Ley,” Trav squeezed my hand again, bringing me back to reality.

I removed my hands from his and stood up, springing into action. “You need to go.”

“What? I just got here.”

“You weren’t invited.”

“Do I ever need an invitation?” He smirked.

“Yes. No. I mean—“ I found myself tongue tied. “Look. I’m seeing someone else now. He’s here, so you have to go.”

He pointed at himself. “I have to go?” He chuckled deeply offended. “Look. I’ve got an NFL friendly at Wembley this weekend. I wanted to invite you out. You can come bring along some of your friends and come see me play.” He smiled.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I muttered. The knocking continued again. My eyes shot over to my front door. “Sorry Trav, you’ve really gotta go.” I began pushing him out my living room and towards the front door.

“Alright. Alright.” He stopped dragging his feet and began to move. He opened up the front door and stared across at Harry intently. He cleared his throat and tried to put on an intimidating tone. “Sorry, bruh...”

Harry who looked completely confused at the sight of a 6′5 American man leaving my house, had no choice but to step aside. The guys exchanged cold hard stares. I could feel the jealousy between them.

“Who’s that?” Harry asked after closing the door behind Travis.

“My ex...” I groaned before making my way to the kitchen. Harry followed straight after me. “Don’t worry. Nothing happened.”

“I know,” He said. I looked across at him and smiled. I was pleased that he believed me. “What did he want?”

“What do you think?” I poured myself a glass of water and sipped on it. I put the glass down on the counter beside me and leaned in front of it. “Ignore him. Don’t worry about it-“

Harry moved in towards me. His hand went to my shoulder and he rubbed my neck soothingly. I tilted my head back slightly to enjoy the massage. Harry stopped and fiddled with the knot on my robe. He gently tugged at the silky material, allowing it to fall and reveal my choice of lingerie. He smiled and whistled lowly. “I’m so lucky...” He leaned forwards so his body was against mine. “God, I missed you.” His hand went to the back of my head and he stole a ravishing kiss. Once our lips parted I gasped out loud. I was longing for him after 7 weeks of dating and 1 week of him being away in India. We shared deep, strong, powerful kisses. Not before long he had picked me up and placed me on the kitchen island.

We shared more intimate kisses before he peeled away my robe, pushed aside my underwear and drove into me. I don’t know how I’d waited so long once we’d got going. But by the time we were finished I knew it was worth the wait.

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Chapter 8 - part 1

Leonie’s POV

“And perfect.” I put my set of straighteners down, turned off the switch and turned to Chrissy. I had been straightening her hair for the past forty minutes and was finally finished. Her mane was extremely full, which meant gorgeous curly locks, but it also meant they were an absolute nightmare to straighten.

“Thank you!” She patted her sleek hair down and looked intently across at herself in the mirror. She grabbed a comb off my dresser and began combing her long light brown locks.

My baby sis’ aye?!

“So now that that’s done, will you tell me?” I almost begged my younger sister. Ever since I’d saw that photo of Prince Charles with Pa I had to know why he was over at the house. Chrissy had me doing all sorts, before she revealed what was going on. “What was Prince Charles doing at the house?”

“I don’t know why you’re sooo ‘vested in finding out.” She chuckled lowly. “He’s just good friends with Papa. He’s been to the house before you know.”

“I didn’t know...” I said aloud. Pa’s office was in Kensington Palace, so it made sense that him and Charles would have crossed paths quite regularly.

Chrissy began rummaging through my makeup bag. “They’re both big on climate change,” She shrugged. I was then convinced that their meeting had nothing to do with me nor Harry. “Can I borrow this?” She asked after finding a red YSL lipstick in my collection.

“You’re only 17.” I reminded her. “You don’t need it.”

“Girls my age have babies, you know. It’s just a lipstick. Me having it is really not a big deal.” She tutted.

“I don’t want you getting too used to makeup.” I began smoothing her hair back. “Ma douce, you are fine without it.”

I caught sight of her rolling her eyes just as my phone started buzzing. I picked up the phone after seeing ‘Wales’ flash across my screen. “Hey!” I felt myself smiling into the phone. “How’s it going?” I watched Chrissy tease me with kissy faces. She knew I was talking to a romantic interest.

“Amazing. This place is really beautiful and the people are incredibly welcoming.” He chimed. “I’ve been to India before, but this tour feels different.”

“Ahh well that’s good.”

“Don’t tell Gran, but I’m really starting to appreciate our ‘tours’.” He admitted.

I moved out of my bedroom and to the living room for some privacy.

“Don’t worry your secret is safe with me.” I said lightly.

“Anyway, how are you? And how’s things? I miss your gorgeous face.” He breathed lowly. I felt my cheeks bruise and I began to blush. I didn’t even know I was blushing until I felt how hot my cheeks were.

“I’m good. Great.” I smiled almost as if he could see me. “Although I was coerced into being Chrissy’s personal hairstylist, just to get her to tell me what was up with your father and my father becoming sudden BFFs.”

“What?” He blurted confused. “My pa?”

“Yep. He’s been over our house for dinner. Not the ambassadors residence, but our actual house. I thought they knew about us or you told your father.”

“I didn’t tell him anything. I haven’t told anyone anyth—.”

“I know. I know,” I cut him off before he could continue. “Turns out they’ve just been talking about climate change.”

“That’s it. Climate change?” Harry laughed. “Big issue. But not our issue. Well it is our issue, but you get what I mean...”

“Thank god. I was completely panicking.”

“Oh sweetheart.” He started. “I know things are starting to get a bit out of hand with the media. They’re still trying to work out who you are.” He sighed deeply and I could only feel how much he loathed that part of his life. “I’m sorry. I still don’t know who’s talking to them.”

“I think I do.” I leant back into my sofa. “I think it’s a girl that’s seeing or messing around with Van or Charlie.” I said both brothers, although I knew Van was too professional to slip up. Charlie had looser lips. I guessed he was probably off his head when he blabbed to the ‘Katya’ girl.

“Van or Charlie?” Harry repeated confused. I too had failed to accept it was one of them, but Jessica’s story made sense.

“It’s a long story. I can tell you it when you’re back, but I don’t think it was intentional from the guys,” Those guys were the loveliest I knew. If it wasn’t for Van I wouldn’t have met Harry. They held their friendship with Harry and his brother very dear. Harry was a patron of their family charity. I imagined it started off as innocent drunk waffling to a new girl. “It had to be a slip up or just a flippant description. The description wasn’t spot on for a reason. I don’t think any malice or bad intentions were behind it.” I had to make that clear only because I didn’t want to start anything.

“How sure are you that it was one of them?” Harry asked. “They’re my best friends, Ley.”

“I am 70% sure that it was Charlie.” I blurted. At first I didn’t wanna say which brother it was, but then I decided to make the conversation easier.

“I’m gonna have to call you back.” He said. His tone going completely cold now. Charlie was definitely not in Harry’s good books.

At that moment Chrissy stood in my living room wide-eyed. “Your new guy is Prince Harry!” She gasped. Crap.

“Oh erm. I’ve gotta go too.” I bit the corner of my lip. “Chrissy just overheard our whole conversation.”

“What?” He asked shocked.

“Don’t worry. Call me later. Bye.” I quickly put the phone down.

“You’re dating Prince Harry?!” She asked shocked. “Of course you are...” She laughed. “The description, asking about Prince Charles... all makes sense.”

Here we go I thought. Turns out Chrissy wasn’t a complete nightmare when it came to keeping my secret. She said she was genuinely happy that it wasn’t my ex, but also that it was someone she’d met before and thought was cool. She did point out how she thought Louis wouldn’t be too happy about it though.

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Chapter 7

Harry’s POV

“Over here!” “Prince Harry!” “Prince Harry!” “I love you!!” I heard shrieks and cries in many different directions (some in English, others in unfamiliar tongues -- South Asian languages I presumed), as I made my way through the crowd that had gathered once myself, my private secretary, Edward and POs exited our car.

People had come from far and wide to see me open a new primary school at Banganga -- a village just on the outskirts of Mumbai. It was a place where red sandy dirt roads rolled on for miles and entrepreneurial women sold freshly caught fish, spices, local fruit and vegetables from baskets along the roadsides, and barefoot children played with tires, footballs, bottles and whatever else they could make a game out of. The best part of it all was how they played without a care in the world and better yet, with the biggest smiles on their faces. From my experience, the people were kind and humble. It was a place that was colourful, bold, bustling and seemed like a real community. I had tried my hardest to stop when I could to shake hands and wave at the women, men and children who’d come out in the blistering 30 degree heat. I was thankful that they’d invited me to their village and welcomed me (and unfortunately the annoying media) with open arms.

Four days into the tour, Gran and Grandpa were having a ‘rest day’ whilst I ventured out on an engagement to unveil the opening of the school. The school was run by a small local charity that aims to lift children out of poverty through education. Gran’s office were keen on me coming on as a patron, but I wanted to come out and see the charity first. Sentable, my commitments in the UK as well as my other global projects did take up most of my time. I was happy to show some support and come out to unveil the new primary school though.

Arjun Kapoor, the founder and Head of Outreach for the charity was giving us a tour of the grounds before the ribbon cutting ceremony. He introduced himself before continuing on. “Pleased to meet you royal highness,” He bowed on first sighting and reached out to greet me.

“You too,” I shook his hand. “You can just call me Harry. It’s a pleasure to be here. Thank you for inviting us down.” I took off my sunglasses and allowed them to balance on the top of my head, squinting at the sun, before introducing Arjun to Edward and the rest of the group.

Arjun introduced me to various members of staff, as we walked around the site. The school had several large classrooms (enough to house years 3, 4 and 5), a canteen, medical room and large outdoor gardens. They had planted trees in the back and had beds of soil ready for the first round of students to start planting smaller plants as part of school projects. After a quick 30-minute tour we had made it full-circle and I was ushered forward to say a few words before the ribbon cutting. Local press had surrounded us and there were a few international news wires that were hoping to get some photos. I recognised a few faces, as it always tended to be the same people covering the Royal beat. I made a quick speech and then we’d been invited by Arjun to play a round of footy with a group of kids who would start attending the school the following week.

It was meant to be 5-a-side, but due to the large amounts of people there it just became a random kick-about. And at one point I had four kids tackling me at one time. I found it amusing when someone’s five-year-old girl came onto our makeshift pitch only to just grab the ball and curl into it. She’d decided the ball was a giant lollypop and decided on licking it until some of the kids and I playfully tickled her off. We found out her name was Nisha. We played peak-a-boo until Nisha got tired and lay on the floor giggled out. The kids had absolutely made my day. I had a fantastic time and was happy that I’d made the effort to come out. By the time we’d finished and got back into the car I was covered in red dust. Although I knew I wasn’t going to become a patron, I knew I’d have a special place in my heart for the school.

We had a long ride back to our hotel, so I took it as time to tend to my phone. “Did you see that adorable little kid grab the ball?” I laughed as I sorted through some photos on my phone. Josh had taken a few snaps, as I’d asked him to. I wanted to keep some photos for my own memories.

“I did. You did very well to pry her off,” Ed laughed. “She certainly stole the show with onlookers.” Ed tilted his phone to me and showed me a video that had been uploaded onto Twitter by someone. It was already starting to go viral. “They love Nisha online.”

“Ha! Good!” I laughed and then turned back to my phone. “Those kids were precious.” I was happy that the focus was on Nisha and the rest of the children, rather than on me.

In the last two days there had been rumours about me dating a mystery woman swirling about in the tabloids. It was worrying to me how close the descriptions matched that of Leonie’s profile. Somehow they’d been told my mystery woman was tall, tanned and brown-haired. For some reason the press had wrongly picked this up as her being a tanned American brunette.

The press were now very much playing a game of ‘Guess Who’. Trying to pair me with any brunette I’d ever spoken to in my life. It was almost like whoever talked to the press knew Leonie and I or had seen us together. My POs Josh and Scott were the only ones that had seen Leonie and I together, but they knew better than to go to the press. I’d also made them swear to not tell anyone, not even Ed. I hadn’t told anyone that we’d been dating and even denied the rumours when asked outright by those close to me. “Anymore rumours going round?” I asked Ed as I tried to play casual.

“No real updates,” He looked up from his phone then across at me. “I mean they’re just rumours after all right?” I could see him watching me from the corner of my eye. I continued looking down at my phone scrolling through photos -- avoiding his gaze. “It doesn’t matter unless you actually are seeing someone... because then those rumours may actually affect them.”

Scott coughed, making me draw my eyes up to him in the front seat. It was his way of trying to get me to be honest with Ed. “Might want to get something for that nasty cough, Scott.” I said as I looked at him wide-eyed.

“Sorry, Harry. Just had something in my throat.” His eyes fell and he went back to looking straight ahead. “Apologies.”

“I don’t know what you’re up to Harry.” Ed started sternly. “But I have a feeling you are seeing someone.” He began pointing his phone at me.

“What? Women’s intuition?” I scoffed teasing him. “You sound like a scorned lover. I’m not seeing anyone Ed.” I wanted to protect the beginnings of what I had with Leonie and I felt like I had to keep people out of it if there was ever any chance of it lasting. In the past I’d been so naive and complacent when dating. Chelsy was splashed all over the papers within a week of knowing her and Cressida was the same too -- only because I tried to use her to make Chelsy jealous. I was hoping to keep Leonie to myself for a while. I had to deny everything to Ed.

“Okay. Then maybe you’re messing around with someone on a frequent basis.” He tried to rephrase himself. “Chilling? Is that what you young people call it nowadays?” He rolled his eyes. “All I’m saying is, if there is someone... you have to let me know. Not only does she affect your reputation, but you affect hers too.”

I thought about that for a while and agreed with Ed. But I still wasn’t ready. “What time’s dinner?” I quickly changed the subject.

Ed just shook his head, before reeling off our plans for the rest of the day. Deep down he knew I was dating someone, but he couldn’t quite prove it. Yet.

Leonie’s POV

“Ooo I’ve got a good one,” Jessica (our Fashion Editor’s EA) started, as she cupped her mug of tea. She frequently came over for a natter with my EA Aster. “Who’d you rather? Tom Hardy or David Beckham?”

Aster was so into their conversation that she hadn’t noticed me walking towards my office. Her desk was stationed just outside of my office. “Easy. Tom Hardy any day.” She inhaled drawing in air. “That guy is so beautifully rough and ragged.” She fanned herself. “His wife is one lucky woman.”

I cleared my throat slightly to draw their attention. Aster jumped up and Jessica stood wide-eyed. She jumped away from Aster’s laptop screen and stood up straight, as she smoothed down her black dress. “Oh I’m so sorry, Leonie. Jess and I were just yammering on about our celeb crushes. Did you need something? Anything I can help with?”

Aster had on the cutest houndstooth skirt and white shirt on today. She’d left her medium length auburn hair to sit perfectly just above her shoulders. Not only was she sharp with her fashion game, but also she happened to be the loveliest, most organised EA. She made sure my diary was never too packed and also had worked at British Vogue as soon as she’d left school, so could tell me all the ins and outs of the business. She was my Executive Assistant and also when it came to work -- my secret weapon.

“That’s fine,” I chuckled lightly at her. “Just wanted to check to see if my meeting with Verity is in her office? I know we had to rearrange a couple of times.”

Aster quickly minimised the gossip website on her screen that Jessica and her were drooling over and clicked onto my calendar. She gave it a moment and then nodded. “Yes,” She smiled at me. “It’s in her office in 13 minutes exactly.” She pointed to a small box on her desk. “Also, that box came for you. It was delivered by a courier to the post room.”

“Hmm...” I hadn’t ordered anything and I wasn’t expect anything either.

“Want me to put it in ‘the pile’?” Aster asked. Everyone at British Vogue had a pile of random things that were sent to them. Our legal team had a never-ending, difficult job of trying to figure out if most of the gifts breached our anti-bribery rule.

“Nah, I’ll take it.” It had been scanned by security in the post room, so it couldn’t have been anything too crazy. “Thank you.” I went back into my office, but kept the door open. I normally kept the door open, unless I was having a private conversation/on a private call.

I continued to hear Jessica and Aster chatting about the latest news on gossip sites.

I opened the gift box slowly and inside was a white card and what looked to be luxury Indian sweets. The card read: Wish you were here

I smiled at the thought of how he was still thinking of me. I managed to catch the news that morning, which showed footage of the Queen, Duke of Edinburgh and Harry at a Hindu temple.

“Corrrr look at Prince Harry in that tight shirt. Someone’s been working out.” Jessica said. My ears immediately picked up when I heard his name and my eyes darted over to her and Aster. They were still on a tabloid website. I quickly tossed the note back in the box and closed it.

“What’s he in India now?” Aster then proceeded to read the headline of the article about him out loud. Aster smiled. “Now he’s a good one. Who’d you rather? Prince Harry or Prince William?”

“Harry... definitely Harry,” Jessica said dreamily. “He’s the hottest royal and still has his hair. Plus I tend to fancy a bit of a bad boy.”

“Is he still with Chelsy or is it Cressida?” Aster asked. “Ooo they were spotted at that party weren’t they? But then there’s these new rumours about a brunette!” She went on excitedly. One thing Aster did love was a gossip. I listened more intently.

“Ohhh yeah,” Jessica nodded.

“Means I might have a chance.” Aster flipped her naturally red hair. “Soon he’ll be coming home to us redheads.”

“I heard he’s really dating someone new. They’re not just rumours.” Jessica started off loud and then settled into a lower range. It was almost like she had just remembered she was at work. I leaned forward in my seat and then stopped myself and decided to use my laptop as my prop. I clicked on random things aimlessly as I listened in. “My best friend’s cousin, Katya, is dating of those van Straubenzee brothers. She’s said Cressida is real old news. No one in their group likes her, only Princess Eugenie.”

Aster gasped. “Hmmm she seems the type no one would like.”

Jessica continued. “Chelsy is the only one Harry actually really loved, but she’s sleeping with some tennis instructor. And Harry’s apparently dating someone knew. She’s foreign... American or something. Real tall, tanned and brunette.”

Jessica and Aster were so into their conversation. The aristo’ circle in London was so small and well connected that there was no wonder Jessica’s contact knew Van/Charlie. I just hoped the news about Harry dating someone would stop spreading. The press had picked up on it in the last few days. Their profile/description was wrong, but it wasn’t too far from me. Unknowingly of my background, I could have been classed as ‘tanned’ and my hair was dark brown (although I was not a brunette) and I was seemingly ‘foreign’ (although not an American). The thought of the media finding out who I was made me nervous. I stopped listening in on Jessica and Aster.

I picked up my phone and casually went through my Instagram feed to distract myself. I began scrolling and ‘liked’ most photos. I then saw Jas had posted. She was in New York for a few days, before she had to fly to Toronto. I commented on the picture ‘Miss you lady!’. I continued scrolling and saw Papa’s Instagram feed. I tried to get him off Instagram a while ago, but for some reason the French Embassy thought it was great that he had a ‘human face’ with a personal account. There was a photo of Pa and Prince Charles mid-conversation sharing a glass of whisky in my parents front room. Their front room!

My heart dropped.

What. The. F*ck. What the actual f*ck?!

I glanced at the photo again to see if there was a caption. There was no caption, but everyone knew it was Prince Charles in the photo. It was freaking Prince Charles!

“Leonie --” Aster’s voice snapped me out of my haze. “You’re going to be late.”

“Sorry,” I looked up at her annoyed at having been interrupted.

“Your meeting with Verity.” She reminded me.

I snapped out of it instantly. “Yes, Verity,” I quickly got up from my seat. I grabbed my notepad and pen from my desk. “Thanks, Aster.” I then made my way to the meeting.

What Pa was doing having Prince Charles at the house. I did not know. But I had to find out what was going on and why they’d become friends all of a sudden. Did he know something I hadn’t? Did Harry let him know we were dating? Did Harry know they were having regular rendezvous?

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