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Something to Believe

6.

Cara walked back into the house. There was a note taped to the fridge

Cara-
Roger, Nat, and I are out for dinner. Harry decided to stay home. Call us if you want us to get you something.
-Collin


Cara wasn’t particularly hungry, so she opened the fridge to make something. Suddenly, she heard the faint chorus of Cigarettes in the Theatre coming from the sitting room. She abandoned the fridge to check the sitting room, where she saw Harry standing next to the stereo with the remote.

“What are you doing?” she asked curiously.

Harry turned. “Oh, Cara…Kate sent me a CD.” He said plainly.

“Kate…as in Catherine Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge?” she asked.

Harry nodded. “Of course, silly…she is my sister in law.”

Cara walked forward. “And she sent you a Two Door Cinema Club CD?”

Harry nodded. “Yes, I’m fairly new to them…do you know them?”

Cara scoffed. “Well they’re only my favorite band.”

“Can you pick out a good song then?” Harry asked.

“They’re all good songs.” She stated.

Harry cocked his head. “But show me one you like.”

Cara took the remote and put it on Something Good Can Work.

Harry smiled and took her hands. “Come on, dance with me.”

Cara laughed as Harry wiggled his hips. She started to join him in dancing. Harry spun her around and she glided over the floor, collapsing into Harry.

The song changed to I Can Talk, and Harry started shuffling back and forth. He placed her hands on her hips and she strung her arms around his neck. It had been a long time since she had that much fun.

“I didn’t know you were much of a dancer.” She smirked.

Harry laughed sheepishly. “To be honest, I really don’t dance.”

Cara’s stomach grumbled and she laughed.

Harry grinned. “Are you hungry? I’ll make us some supper.” He said. He turned down the music and led her into the kitchen.

Cara sat down at the table. “Impress me, Harry.” She offered.

Harry grinned cheekily and pulled out a roast chicken from the oven.

“Did you plan this?” Cara asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry scratched his head. “I’ve been waiting for you to come home honestly. I kind of forced the rest of them to go out for dinner.”

Cara smiled. “You did all of that just to have dinner with me?” she asked, as Harry handed her a plate.

Harry shrugged. “You asked me to impress you.”

“I would think a guy like you would fly a girl to some exotic island or something.” She said.

Harry grimaced. “Was it not enough?”

Cara smiled. “Are you joking? It was perfect...I hate when people try too hard.”

Harry smiled. “So would you go out with me then?”

Cara snorted. “You’re going to have to try harder than that, Harry.”

Harry grinned. “Then I will.”

Cara leaned back. “Did you cook this all yourself?”

Harry nodded.

Cara smiled. “Then I’m impressed, at the least.”

Harry smiled. “I knew you’d like it.”

They sat down and ate quietly for a couple minutes. Harry looked up at Cara.

“What makes you treat me differently?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” Cara wondered.

Harry shrugged. “Usually when people meet me, they ask me about my mum, my family, or what it’s like to be a prince. They usually are overly polite, fake, or annoying.”

Cara shrugged. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Collin speaks very highly of you. He said you were just a cool bloke who was a little too keen on the liquor.”

Harry laughed. “That may or may not be true.”

Cara shrugged again. “That doesn’t make you a different person from me just because you come from a different family. We’re all the same around here. I’m sure that’s all you’ve ever wanted, to be treated like a normal person.”

“To be honest, that’s all I could really want from life. I’ll never be much like my older brother. I mean, he’s going to be the king of England.”

“And what about you, Harry?” Cara asked.

Harry shrugged. “I’ll do as my uncles did…retire, have a family, raise kids to be good people. But I want to do something. I want to help people. So I want to start my own charity.”

“Couldn’t you do that without having to go to school surely?” she asked.

Harry sighed. “I want to do something with my life. I haven’t done much. I tried to be a soldier but I end up endangering my men. So I decided to be a pilot. I passed my tests and things…but after everything that happened with the press, I decided that I should just lie low for now.”

“You could’ve gone off to Afghanistan.” She said.

Harry nodded. “I could…I’ve just been a lazy arse since Chelsy left me. All I did was get my wings and then retire to the country.” He sighed.

Cara smiled at him sadly. “It’s alright, you know, to be sad. I can see why you’re sad. But trust me…it’s only because something good will happen.”

Harry smiled at her. It was the first time he’d heard truly reassuring thoughts since Chelsy left.
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yeeee cuteness.
I found my royal wedding edition of Time and seriously pissed my pants.
my parents were hiding it from me because they knew I'd frame it or some other shit.