I woke up to the smell of pancakes.
"Good Morning, Princess." Harry's voice said from the other side in an enthusiatic tone.
I turned around to face him and got up, still sniffing the heavenly smell.
"Here's your royal breakfast." He did a curtsy type of pose, wearing a 'kiss the chef' apron over his yellow t-shirt.
"Wow. Someone woke up in a good mood today," I smiled, grabbing the plate from his hands.
"Yup, a certain someone has promised to spend the whole day with me." He said cheekily, dimples going deeper as he chucked.
"Oh, so that is the reason." I say and eat a bite.
He nodded and sat beside me.
Harry had poured honey over the pancakes, just how I like it.
"Ah, you are a great chef Harry." I close my eyes, savouring the sweetness.
"Thank you." He looked down, making his apron disappear.
I had a question as to how in the world does Harry manage to cook food.
But I'll ask him some other time. For now, I'll appreciate the pancakes.
After finishing the food, I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of shorts and loose sweater.
When I came out of the bathroom after towel drying my hair, Harry was surfing through netflix on the tv.
"Do you wanna binge watch any series ?" I ask while standing in front of the dresser, running a hairbrush through my hair.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. Which series do you think we should watch?" He asks, turning his face to look at me from the mirror's reflection.
"Have you watched friends ?"
"I have heard it's very good, but never got around watching it."
"Then we should watch it." I walk to the bed and settled down beside him, getting inside the covers for some warmth.
"Okay," He located the series and started the first episode.
We watched the first ten episodes without a stop, and Harry was clearly loving every minute of it.
A few times, I peaked over to see Harry frowning at the screen in concentration, and then his lips slightly curling and eventually brealing into a grin.
The sound of his laugh was very melodious.
"I wish I could see the whole season in one sitting, but my eyes are literally on fire." He said after the tenth episode, closing his eyes and resting his head on the wall.
"And mine are literally in tears." I close my eyes as well, feeling them burn a little.
We stayed like that for a while, giving the much needed rest to our eyes.
"I am hungry," Harry said after a while.
Susan had called somewhere in the middle of 6th episode to send lunch up in my room.
"Lunch is over there," I point over at the foiled plate that was safely kept on the dresser table.
"Violet,"
We were eating our lunch in a comfortable silence when Harry called my name.
"Hmm?" I looked up from my plate.
"I have to tell you something,"
Shit. I really don't like hearing that sentence.
I nervously nodded, asking him to go on.
"But first of all, I want you to know that I tried to tell this to you earlier but couldn't. So hear it all out and than react." He said, now focusing on my eyes.
"Okay," If he keeps saying statements like this, I am gonna get a heart attack from the anxiety.
"So hear it goes.." he started, putting his plate on the surface of the bed and taking a deep breathe.
"When I had realised that there's nothing I can do to become normal again, I had moved to france, where my mom lived before she met my dad. I had no idea who she was before becoming the queen, but I knew I'd find comfort there. I spent about 50 years there and then decided that I wanted to see the whole world. It took me 50 years to accept the reality. And then I spent next 100 years going to different countries, living there for about a year or two, learning new things. After that, I wanted to visit my father's tomb, so I came back here. What I had not expected was that people could touch me here. It didn't happen anywhere else in the whole world, and I have even been to Antartica. It happens only in London. No one noticed it the first few times including myself, but after some more instances, people started to notice. It was very hard for me to go out in public. I had to be constantly aware of not touching anyone. But I had my slip ups. And that's why people here think that the prince that had vanished hundreds of years ago, is a ghost now. And I don't know how, some people has made up theories and one of them is exactly right. They think the prince is indeed, alive but his stepbrothers did some black magic and turned him invisible. Violet, your friends are not asking you questions because they are terrified. Not all of them, but mostly."
What ?
"Woah."
Harry was looking at me with nervous eyes, waiting for me to say something.
"I don't think they are terrified." I say after a few moments of silence.
His eyebrows raised in confusion at that.
"I mean, firstly, they all hate Emma and don't really focus on anything she says. Secondly, I think none of them believes in ghost. And thirdly, Zayn just confessed he likes me last night. He won't do that if he's terrified, right ?"
What the hell did I just say ?
"Zayn confessed ?" His eyes widened as he asked.
"Umm.. yeah," I say awkwardly.
Wait, why am I feeling bad about this ?
It's not like Harry and I are in a relationship, we are just friends, I think.
"That guy is really crazy," He shakes his head in disappointment.
"But why ?"
I don't understand what is his problem with Zayn.
"Wait. Do you like him too ?" A sudden realisation of this possibility made it's way on his expressions.
"Well, I am attracted to him. And he's a nice guy, treats me with respect, so I guess I do like him." I say, speaking my thoughts out loud.
"So you guys are like.. a couple now ?"
"No, I told him that I am not ready to be in a relationship right now but I do like him too."
"What kind of answer is that ?"
Harry's face said he thinks this is all obsurd for some reason.
"I don't know, I just stated what was true." I shrug, still not getting the point.
"Oh god," He shakes his head as if he can't believe what he's hearing.
"What is so disappointing here ?"
I was extremely irritated at this point.
"The entire meaning of romance and chivalry has changed in this generation." He says, turning his gaze and staring at a distance.
"Care to elaborate?"
I am offended on the behalf of the entire generation.
What is so wrong with our generation ?
Yes, we confess and break up over text.
Yes, we fall in love over internet.
Yes, many of us suffer with depression and anxiety.
Yes, we are too sensitive about ourselves.
Why is it wrong ?
"I don't know how to explain it to you. Women are supposed to be treated with utmost respect, and trying to kiss them just after meeting her just one or two times is not respect, let me finish first." He stopped me as I tried to speak.
"I know it's not wrong either, and feminism is all about the equality. But what I don't understand is why are you fighting for equality when you're clearly superior ? The entire male population is in dept of the female population." He turned around and looked at me with question in his eyes.
My irritation had turned to pure shock now.
"The least we can do is treat you like queens."
He said it all with so much sincerity that I could see he truely believed what he was speaking.
"Chivalry is not buying you real diamond necklaces or taking you to dine in expensive places. It's about small things, thoughtful ones."
"Wow Harry." I couldn't hide the fact that I was in awe of him and was beyond impressed.
"You deserve the world, Violet. And Zayn is just offering you a piece of island."
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When guys talk about feminism with such sincerity, it feels like maybe, we will be able to fight even harder.
What do you think about Harry's opinions ? Is it too much ? Or is it exactly how guys are supposed to think ?
Comment and tell me your answers, and don't forget to give it a vote ! 😊
Sincerely,
Meera.