Be Like You

“You’re not doing this again Lizzie, I’m not watching you destroy yourself again. Once was enough” Meagan warned me, “I understand that you’re hurt and upset but you’ve had enough time to get over this.”

“And what do you want me to do” I muttered from under the comforter.

“You remember meeting Prince Harry a bit ago right?” she asked hopeful that the name Harry wouldn’t affect me.

“What about him?” I questioned curiously, sticking my head out from under.

“Well, his brother’s charity event is this weekend; his girlfriend Chelsy left him a few months ago and he hasn’t had time to find a date. He’d be honored to take you as his date to the event” she offered hopeful.

“You want me to attend a public, televised event not even a few months after I split with
Harry as a prince’s date” I asked to make sure she was implying the right thing.

“The event is in two days, and he needs to know if you’ll go” Meagan chuckled pulling the comforter away from me, “As your manager this is great. Everyone right now wants a fairy tale ending like William and Kate. When your fans find out that you’re going to that event as
Harry’s date they’ll want the same for you.” She grinned.

Sighing I looked at her before smiling somewhat, “I’m in.”

Shrieking she jumped on me excitedly, “He wants to have lunch with you.”

I spent a minute thinking of what Meagan had said, “Prince Harry wants me to have lunch with him” I state simply, only nodding before jumping out from under her and running into the shower.

Two hours later I was dressed in a decent outfit and making my way out of my apartment to the restaurant he had chosen. I was mentally debating myself whether it was a smart idea to do this or not.

I was the first one to arrive at the restaurant and asked for a table inside, the paparazzi already forming outside of the restaurant. To my luck I was seated a table in the back near no windows, it took Harry ten minutes to show up after me.

“Hi” he smiled kissing my cheek and taking a seat across from me, “I know this is out of the blue and trust me, you’re not my last resort but I’m in an urgent need for a date” he admitted.

Laughing I nodded, “And I’m honored that you’re asking me. But it’s your brother’s event, are you sure you want me of all people as your date?”

“The public relations already cleared you and your previous history, so don’t worry about that. So what do you say?” he asked eagerly.

I smiled at him, “Looks like you found a date.”

We spent an hour or two just eating and talking before he grinned at me out of nowhere, “You don’t have a dress yet, let’s go get one.”

“Harry I can get one myself” I assured him, but after he begged for five minutes I caved and followed him to his car. I didn’t think that the paparazzi would be this crazy but with the recent royal wedding anything was possible.

“Sorry about that” we both said simultaneously as he drove to whichever store he had in mind, the both of us laughed at our self egos.

I hadn’t realized that when Harry said find me a dress, he meant pay for it to. Resulting to a ten minute debate on who was to pay for the dress. He finally distracted me long enough to have his credit card swiped and the dress packaged.

Saying goodbye, I kissed Harry’s cheek before taking the package with me and making my way into my loft; maneuvering my way around the paparazzi with my head down.

Walking into my apartment I found Meagan on the phone shouting at whomever, my laugh let her know I was home and she yelled a bit more before handing up, “Who pissed you off?” I asked amused.

“No one” she muttered placing her phone down and eyeing the package lying on the counter.
Smiling I opened it and let her see the dress, jumping up and down she jumped on me,

“You’re dating a prince” she squealed.

“I’m not dating a prince! Just accompanying him to an event for children” I retorted.

“Do you like him?” she asked seriously, all amusement leaving her face.

Shrugging my shoulders I sighed, “He’s nice and funny, and I get along with him. But it’s just too soon, ya know?”

Looking at me she nodded, “Alright. But as your manager this is the game plan, when asked about your relationship with the prince give subtle answers for example, you two are just friends or getting to know each other. We’re keeping this relationship classy like Kate did, no public affection; no holding hands or kissing. A peck on the cheek is fine or if he puts his arm around your waist.” She warned me, “And for god’s sake Lizzie, make an effort to get to know him. He could be good for you”

“Meagan” I murmured, “I’ll try for you, but I’m not making any promises. And I’ll listen to your rules. Have you talked with his management team?”

“Already did, they like my rules that I set up and he’ll be informed today or tomorrow morning. They like you already, you don’t have any scandalous priors and the Brits accept you; so we’re all good there” Meagan noted smiling, “I’m so happy you’re not one of those annoying bitches who leak sex tapes.”

I gave her a serious look before laughing, “Me? Sex tape? I’d rather elope first.”