The Prince (Harry Styles)

Chapter 51

Harry and I walked to the garden. It feels like ages since we have been here. The last time we were here together was the day we met, it felt different. Other than the cold weather, of course. The lights from Christmas were still strung throughout the garden lighting up the pathway. There were tall hooks planted into the frozen snow covered ground with tall candles burning inside of them. It looked like the gardeners spent a lot of time decorating the garden for Harry's coronation.

"They sure went all out," I noted keeping his hand grasped tightly in mine. Harry gave a nod looking over his shoulder at me with a smile.

He stopped at the bridge where he purposely spilled water all over me. I smiled at the memory that seemed so long ago. I rested my hands on the bars of the bridge looking at the frozen stream. Harry stayed silent as he leaned on the railing using his forearms. He had his left hand clenched and his right hand covered it. Both of his hands were clothed in white gloves making him look more kingly than he did before today.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked facing him. Harry didn't look up at me, he drew small, invisible shapes on his clenched hand.

"Everything," he chuckled looking up at the sky. "Did you ever think of a moment and ask yourself 'Wow. My life is going to change?'" he asked looking at me.

"All the time," I said looking at him with curiosity filling my eyes.

"This whole day, that thought has been reeling in my mind," he said as he gave a heavy sigh. "And right now, I'm still thinking how I am a coward and can't do this."

"You can do anything, H. I know you can," I said resting my hand against his cheek. "You're going to be the greatest king this country has ever seen, you know that right?"

"I sure do hope so." He grinned. "Remember when we first came out here?" He asked dipping his hand back into his jacket.

"Yeah," I chuckled. "Seems so long ago. To think, you weren't even interested in me then," I chuckled looking over at him.

"Em, I've always been interested in you," he grinned. "You were just too stubborn to see that."

I blushed a violent shade of red turning my cheeks away from him. It was at times like these, I regret chopping off my hair. I would be able to hide myself behind it. I felt Harry's hand gently rest under my chin pulling my face to his.

"I love you, Emerald," he whispered kissing my lips. This kiss was different. I had a different kind of taste to it. It was like he needed reassurance for something.

"I love you too, Harry," I smiled looking up at him. His green eyes were staring down at me with a nervous look to them. I couldn't seem to place why he was so nervous.

Harry backed away from the railing rubbing his hands together pacing behind me. I looked at him with furrowed brows. I wasn't completely sure what was happening right now because he was acting so strange. Harry paused behind me. He reached out grabbing my arm and holding my hands in his.

"What's going on?" I asked him. I was slightly concerned by his behavior.

"I'm going to tell you a story of sorts," he murmured kissing my lips. "About how I feel."

"Okay," I nodded looking up at his eyes.

"When we first met, you were wearing an emerald green dress that was far too big for you," he chuckled with a playful smile on his face. "Your hair was done as if one of my maids did it, and you looked absolutely beautiful. The moment I heard we were dining with your family, I admit I was hesitant. I wasn't having luck at all with any of the other girls and I didn't think anyone would be right for me. When I met you and your family, I was almost blown away by your beauty. Your blue eyes standing out because of your dark hair and pale complexion," he said running his hand over my cheek. I covered my hand over his.