Chapter 7
"I cant do it."
"Yes you can."
"Nope, not happening." I say, smugly.
"Sofie..."
"Harry." I stare at him, with a blank look. Harry smiles.
"Alright. Fine." He said, walking past me. Wait, what? I did not expect him to just leave me here! Suddenly, a strong pair of arms grab me around my waist and I'm being slung over someones shoulders. Instantly, I recognize Harry's laugh and outfit he is wearing today. I scream and start smacking his ass.
"Harry! Put me down right now! I am not meeting your dad this way! Put me down!" I shout as i continue to smack him. He laughs and continues to walk. I groan and smack his ass really hard one last time and he jumps.
"OW! That hurt, Sofie!" He yells. I laugh and smile, proudly.
"Good." Just as I sneak a peak through his legs, I see two pairs of feet. One with heels one with loafers. Fuck... Please tell me this isnt his dad and step mother. Slowly, Harry pulls me from over his shoulder and sets me on my feet. I look sheepishly up at the people standing infront of us. Both of their faces looked shocked and curious. 'Gee, great first impression, Sofie.' I say to myself. Harry elbows me in the ribs and clears his throat, telling me to stop starring and standing around, awkwardly and to say something.
I blush and give a small shy smile. "Hello, Sir, Ma'am. Nice to meet you both. I'm uh, Sofie." I said, holding out my hand. Shit, was i suppose to call them Prince Charles of Wales and Princess Camilla Of Wales? Is she even the pricess? I need to learn about this stuff, maybe Harry will teach me.
Camilla is the first to speak. She grabs my hand and shakes it. "And same for you, Sofie. Please, call me Camilla." She smiles, politely at me. Charles then takes my hand from her and holds it firmly in his. "Call me Charles. Its very kind of you to come. Even if you were a bit reluctant." He says. My mouth drops open. Oh my gosh. He doesnt like me already! I knew this was a horrible idea! Why did i let Harry talk me into this?
I turn to give Harry a 'Help me!' look and he nods, stepping forward. "Dad, she is just nervous about meeting you for the first time. " Harry defends me, putting an arm around my waist. Charles' face breaks out into a broad smile.
"Oh son, I'm just giving her a hard time. Dont take things so bloody serious." He said, slapping Harry on the back. Giving me a hard time? Well he achieved his goal! I stil think he hates me though. Honestly, who am I? No one! Some small town, middle class, American. He wants his son to have someone who will do good as a Royal, I'll be helpless. Camilla clears her throat.
"Well, why dont we go get settled at the table to eat." She smiled and lead us into the dining area. Charles sits at the head of the table, Camilla on his left, Harry on his right and me beside Harry. We eat with small chat, which is super awkward. Often, I would feel Harry squeeze my knee under the table for support. His dad had a dry sense of humor, very different from Harry, to which I was quickly becoming used too. Camilla seemed nice enough, a little stiff maybe. Dessert came out and I had no idea what it was and I wasnt big on trying new things, but I cant risk offending anyone so I eat it anyway. Its lemony taste fills my mouth and I think I've died and gone to heaven.
"Sofie, tell us more about yourself." Charles insists. I gulp.
"Well, um. I was born and raised in Massachusetts. I have an older brother and I just recieved my Bachelor's degree from Harvard." I mumble, fiddling with the hem of my dress. Harry's hand finds mine and squeezes it, not letting go. I'll have to thank him later. His touch makes me feel more confident.
"Really now. How do your parents feel about you staying here?" Camilla asked, raising an eyebrow.
"My mother is okay. She told me to do what makes me happy, and Harry is what makes me happy." I reply, confidently. Hopefully, we can end the questioning! I dont do well under pressure.
"And your father?" The dreaded question came from none other than, Charles. I gulp and look away from them. Can just say I dont want to answer the quesiton? Ugh, no. That would be rude and seem like I am hiding something. I glance up and theyre all staring at me, including Harry. I hadnt told him anything about my father...
"Well, um, well... My dad isnt alive." I mumble, looking at Harry when i answer. Everyone goes silent. Harry grip on my hand tightens and Camilla has a look of sympathy on her face. Charles is blank.
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. What Happened to him?" Charles pressed on. I look away and blink back tears. I hate talking about what happened to my dad, we were close. He was like my best friend. When he died, i went crazy.
"Dad!" Harry yelled the same time Camilla yelled "Charles!" Charles looks at them confused. "What?" He asked, unknowing of what he did.
"Have some manners, atleast ask the poor girl if she even wants to tell you about it!" Camilla hissed. I smile at her greatfully. But i know i need to tell them, other than that they'll find out in the worst way possible.
I let go of Harry's hand and run my hand over my dress, smoothing it. "Its fine, really." Even though it isnt, I'm freaking out in my mind. "My dad was murdered when i was 10. My brother had a baseball game, my mother made me attend with her. My dad stayed home to paint my bedroom orange for me. When we came home, the front door was wide open. Mom figured it was just dad trying to let the paint fumes out of the room. But when i went to my room, i found my dad lying on the floor. They caught his murderer a year later. They stole his wallet and our tv." I tell them, starring at my plate the entire time i speak. I'm unaware of the fact that I'm crying until a tear hits my hand, I quickly wipe them away from my eyes. This was the first time I've told anyone about my dad since I met Stevie.
"Sofie... I am so sorry." Harry says, pulling me into a hug. I cry into his shirt, forgetting where we are. I miss my dad so much and Harry is only the second person I have told about him. But no one knows how i really feel about this. No one knows that i blame myself for my dads death, not even Stevie or my mom, or brother know that.
When I calm down, Harry hands me a napkin and i wipe my eyes. I glance up and notice Charles and Camilla starring at me with pure horror and sadness in their eyes. "Sofie, dear. That is so horrible. I cant not imagine living through such things like that, to have a parent murder. It must be horrible." Camilla said, patting my hand that is resting on the table. I notice Charles shot her a look and out of the corner of my eye, I notice Harry's pained expression. Diana. He's thinking of his mother, and how she was murdered. I put my hand on his thigh, to let him know I'm here for him, like he is here for me. He glances at me and flashes a weak smile.
"Well, you've had quiet the life, huh?" Is all that Charles said. I dont blame him, it is quite shocking news. But he is probably thinking of Diana as well. Soon after we cleared out of the dining area and went outside to the poolside and sat around a table with an umbrella over it. Camilla and I talk for awhile, while Harry and his father make small talk. Camilla is actually pretty nice but i still sense her stiffness. Camilla likes to speak fashion, so we mostly spoke about what is in style in America. She also asked if she could take me hat shopping, I wanted to say no, but I couldnt bring myself too say I dont wear hats.
"Well son, I like this one. She seems like a winner." Charles suddenly says, pulling me a Camilla out of our chat bubble. I look over at him and smile.
"Thank you, Charles. But I think I'm more of the winner here. Its amazing being with Harry." I smile at Harry and lean in closer to him. Camilla and his dad smile at us like they know were falling inlove.
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After tea by the pool and some more small talk, Harry and I went for a swim. Harry kept pulling me under in the deep end though. He'd dive under and the next thing i know, he's grabbing my ankles and yanking me under. By seven we are dried off and out of his fathers house. And now, Harry has dragged me to his favorite club.
"We have a special guest in the house tonight! Everyone yell for Prince Harry of Wales!!!" The DJ screams. Everyone starts yelling and screaming. This is abosolutely crazy! I hold my cup in the air and scream along with them, letting the vibe of the place sink into my bones. Music starts to play and Harry pulls me onto the dance floor. People all around are dancing along to the music, couples grinding, some just swaying others doing who the hell knows what. Harry finds the perfect spot in the middle of the floor and turns me so my back is against his stomach, we start dancing together, me grinding against him, waving my cup in the air as I dance. This is the most fun I've had in forever!
Harry's hands are on my waist pulling me closer. I finish my drink and drop the cup, putting my hands ontop of his. We continue to dance like this for the next three songs, until I've had enough. I turn around, put my arms around his neck and kiss him hard. Harry groans, grabbing my waist pulling me as close as possible. I bit his bottom lip and his mouth opens, our tongues colliding. My hands move into his hair and tug on it. His hands are roaming my body. I pull away to catch my breath and his mouth moves to my neck, not stopping. He kisses my neck as i gasp for breath. His mouth moves up my neck to bellow my ear, then he nibbles on my earlobe.
"Lets get out of here, and go back to my place. Its closer." He whispers into my ear, his voice full of lust.
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