The Prince (Harry Styles)

Chapter 49

"Gemma!" I yelled hitting her with a pillow.

"For the record my future sister-in-law," Gemma said standing up on Harry's bed. "Jesus did not fuck Christ, it's the same person."

"Enough!" I said shoving her on the bed. 

"Harry, why did the condom fly off the room?" Gemma asked. Harry flipped her off over the divider as he got dressed. "Because it was pissed off!" she cackled.

"Is this what you do with your free time?" I asked crossing my arms. "Look up sex jokes?"

"What else is there to do?" she asked. "It's not like I have an exciting sex life. Harry's had more good luck than I have."

"That's because you're single, Gemma," Harry said rolling his eyes. He walked over to the wall phone and rang Mrs. Willer.

"I wonder what is all in dad's office," Gemma said quietly sitting down at the small table in Harry's bedroom. "He never let us kids in there unless we were being scolded."

"I'm sure he had his reasons," Harry said sitting down next to me. He draped his arm over the back of my chair with his hand tickling the skin on my arm. "I think the weirdest part is that he is gone."

"I know," Gemma said with a sigh. "You're finally more powerful than me."

"I've always been more powerful than you, Gemma," Harry said with a taunting laugh. "You just don't like to admit that."

Mrs. Willer came not long after the conversation paused. I could see the both of them pondering over the loss of their father. I could see they were visibly saddened by the loss of him, but they didn't seem to be overwhelmingly upset. 

Mrs. Willer placed a plate of eggs, toast, and hash browns in front of all of us. She placed a bowl of fruit in the center as well as a pitcher of orange juice. We thanked her as she left the room. I picked up my fork picking at the warm breakfast I missed. I didn't think I would miss this meal as much as I did, but I did. I think the fact I wasn't eating my meals with Harry made me even sadder. Here I was though, sitting beside him enjoying a breakfast.

"Oh God! I'm crumbing!" Gemma said and I sighed setting my fork down on my plate and running my hand over my face.

"At breakfast? Really?" I asked her incredulously. "Where in the right mind is that okay at the table?"

"I thought it was funny," Gemma shrugged finishing off her toast. "It was a good one, you have to admit that."

"No," Harry said shaking his head. "It's not that funny." 

"You're as boring as cardboard," Gemma huffed.

"Then I'm the almighty cardboard."

Gemma flipped him off.

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After breakfast, we found ourselves scattered around Harry's new office cleaning his father's items. Anne had joined us at this point in time. She stood at her husband's bookshelf looking for the items he had there for his own entertainment. The palace had a list of books that stayed in the King's office and what didn't. 

"Eew," Gemma groaned as she opened a drawer. "Dad's leftover booze."

"Just get rid of them," Harry sighed looking at the drawer. "If he wasn't killed in battle it looks like he might have drank himself to death."

"It was only the evenings, dears," Anne said turning to us. "He only had some drinks in the evening after all his responsibilities were taken care of."

"This doesn't look like a few, Mum," Gemma said, her brown eyes wide. "It's empty bottles and half full ones. He only has a few full ones."

"It's in the past," Anne said softly. "Your father is dead, we can't do much about it now. We can only change the future with your brother as king."

Harry stayed silent looking up at his mother from beneath his lashes. He was sorting through the papers on his father's desk tossing some into the bin by his leg every once in a while. Anne was behind me now looking through the cabinets. She was on the floor, as was I, with her back to mine.

"Emerald," she said turning to face me. "Look at my little boy," she grinned showing me a photo of Harry.

In the photo was newborn Harry. He was in someone's arms fast asleep. His plump lips seeming too big for his face then, but they fit him now. I smiled at the photo and then up at her.

"Mum?" Harry asked. "What is this?" he asked holding up a piece of paper. "I've never seen this before."

"Hold on dear," she said leaning on me to stand up off the ground. She walked toward Harry grabbing the paper from his hand. Her eyes scanned over the document.

"This—this was to have Emerald arrested," she said softly. "For treason."

"What?" Harry, Gemma, and me all asked in surprise. 

"He told me he wasn't going to do that," I whispered standing up off the ground.

"Well, he lied," she said as Harry snatched the paper from her hands. He looked up at us and tore up the paper throwing it away. "You can't just do that!"

"The royal seal was never pressed on it," Harry said. "Besides, any unsealed arrests are void unless I say so. Clearly I would never arrest Em."

"Clearly," Gemma said with an eye roll. "I can't believe he was going to arrest her."

"Me either," Harry whispered, his eyes locking with mine. "I would never have forgiven him if he did."

Harry looked back down at the desk going through each individual paper. Gemma looked bored out of her mind as she did whatever it was she was doing. Anne sat beside me looking through old photos of her family. A smile on her face whenever her children popped up in the pile.

"Look at this one," she said showing me a photo from Gemma's birthday ball. "It feels so long ago."

"It feels like it was years since then," I said touching the photo. It was the photo where Harry and I were gazing into each other's eyes. It was my favorite photo of us. "I still had long hair."

"You fit the short hair," Anne smiled hugging my side. "Not many queens have short hair."

"Not queen," I laughed.

"Not yet."