Secrets (ON HOLD)

14. Little Things

Harry's POV

I woke up, showered, brushed my teeth, got dressed, packed up my belongings for tour, all at a very slow pace. Not because I take long to get ready but because I was in no hurry and my enthusiasm was zero on a scale of ten.

I didn't want to see Amelia, or should I say Her Royal Highness Princess Amelia, before I left for tour. I didn't want to act like I was going to miss her or anything because frankly, I'm sure she'll be the last person I'll miss.

I walked to my car and drove off to the restaurant where we were going to have breakfast together. Like the last time, the whole place was booked for two people. This time, she was the one waiting for me. I walked to the table she was seated on.

"Good morning, Princess. I'm sorry if I kept you waiting."

She smiled at me.

"It's okay. But can you not be late the next time?"

I nodded.

We ordered and then waited.

"So Harry, I'd love to visit you on your tour but I've got more important things to do. I mean there are more important things than listening to gay music. No offense."

"With all due respect, your highness. You should listen to the music, we make, some time. I'm sure you'll change your opinion on that," I said through a clenched jaw. My voice was slightly higher than it was before.

"Lower your voice, darling." she snapped at me.

I was shocked. This meeting was different than the last one and she was being very rude.

The she smiled a little and pouted.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I got shîtfaced last night. I'm just hung over. Parties are always great. You've got alcohol and you've got boys and you've got fun," she smirked at me.

I just sat there stunned. This lady sitting in front of me is the bloody Princess of England. You got to be kidding me!

The waiter brought the food, saving me from getting into a conversation with her. Which, I was grateful for. He served us our food and I thanked him. He was setting a pitcher of orange juice on the table when Amelia spit out her omelette.

"YOU CALL THIS AN OMELETTE?! IT'S GOT ONIONS IN IT. I.HATE.ONIONS. NOW TAKE THIS AWAY AND GET ME ANOTHER ONE. YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES. SCURRY!"

The waiter who got yelled at looked scared. I was waiting for him to burst into tears. That's how terrified he looked. He scurried away.

"Was that necessary? I mean, I could've requested him to bring you another one. He wasn't supposed to know, you don't like onions," I said quietly.

She looked at me furiously and then composed her self. She gave me a sweet smile that was clearly fake and said,

"Requested? You don't request these people. You order them. He's a bloody waiter. They were all supposed to know. You clearly do not know how to deal with these people. Then again, you're not the princess of England. Are you?"

"Kindness is a virtue," was all I said.

She rolled her eyes at me and then we didn't speak another word until after the breakfast. The bill had already been paid by one of the security guards accompanying Amelia.

We just sat at the table now until she took me by surprise. She stood up and before I could stand up, she walked to me, grabbed me by the collar and kissed me. Hard and forcefully.

Any other guy at my place would've been ecstatic. But I was shocked. My eyes were wide, I pushed her a little and she pulled away.

She smirked at me and then whispered,
"Men would kill to be where you are right now. If you're lucky enough to get a chance, don't fûck up. I'd hate for you to fûck up cause you're pretty hot."

She walked to the door and before leaving, she said,
"Goodbye, baby. Have a safe flight."
And winked at me.

I just sat there trying to understand what had happened. I felt shocked and angry and confused. Nothing made sense.

All I could think about was the way Sapphira would've talked to that poor waiter. How she'd have found a way to defend him even if he was at fault. How she staunchly believed in kindness and courtesy being amongst the biggest virtues. How if I would've told her of the happenings of this morning, she would've tried to defend Amelia for everything she did. She was hung over but that does not give you an excuse to disrespect people.

I composed myself and drove back to my apartment. I got my luggage and drove to the airport. I waited a while and then it was time for me to go.

Before I stepped onto the private jet, waiting for me, I checked my phone. And I found a message from Sapphira.

I'll miss you, Curly. Have a safe flight. :)

Those words were simple. Just a combination of chosen letters but they held so much meaning for me. Because, in that moment I realised that it wasn't Amelia, my heart wished to see before I left my home. It wasn't Amelia who made me happy. It wasn't Amelia whose lips I wanted on my own. It wasn't Amelia who I wanted to hold close to me. It wasn't Amelia whose eyes spoke to me even when her tongue wouldn't. It wasn't Amelia whose little things I fancied so much.It was Sapphira. It had been Sapphira all along.

And in that moment I realised that I was in love with a girl who actually cared about me and who respected my passion for music,who was there for me when I felt down, a girl who could end all my worries with a smile, a girl who believed in me more than I did, a girl who was beautiful in what she said and what she was.In that moment I realized that I was truly, vehemently and deeply in love with my best friend. I was in love with a beautiful girl named Sapphira Williams.

I smiled even though things just got more complicated. I smiled because the thought of her smiling was enough for me to not care about all the complications even if it was for a little while.

I typed a message.

I'll miss you too, Sapphie Bear.Thanks. You take care of yourself too.

Sent.

I sighed because I knew what I was doing and I knew I couldn't tell her. Not now, at least. In this moment, her smile was all that mattered to me.

Author's note:

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