All that Elle could figure out was that there really was a God, and really did he love her! Because he sent this charming, interesting, handsome guy into her world like a knight in shining armor. And now he was telling her all these sweet things. No guy had ever treated Elle like her feelings mattered, much less like she mattered. And she loved it. “So Harry, what do you do when you’re not off rescuing little things like me?”
He laughed, “I’m actually really glad I got to see you again.”
Elle furrowed her eyebrows. “Again?”
"Yes, I had the pleasure of hearing your magnificent performance tonight."
"Oh that." She rolled her eyes. "It wasn’t THAT great."
"Oh yes it was! I’ve never heard anything like it, you truly have a gift."
Elle blushed again; he was so sincere. “If you don’t stop saying sweet things like that, all I’m going to be is a puddle at your feet. And from what I’ve heard, puddles don’t make for very good company.” Harry laughed once again.
"And if you don’t stop saying funny things like that, I’ll pee my pants." He laughed. She smiled, inhaled the crisp night air, and let it out with a sigh.
"You know, I could really get used to weather like this."
"And I could really get used to company like this." He said resting his hand on hers to discover it was like ice. "You’re freezing!" Harry exclaimed. "Here, take my coat." He said, standing up and removing the navy blazer he was wearing.
"Oh no, I’ve taken too much already. I couldn’t possi-", Elle protested but he was already draping it tenderly around her shoulders. She scoffed, "Nothing stops you, does it?"
"When I set my mind to something, no not really." Harry said simply, with a smile.
"Well that can be good and bad." Elle winked at him.
They soon began talking about everything under the sun; somehow he kept his royalty a secret, avoiding subjects that might lead him to disclose the fact that he was the third in line to the throne of England. Elle seemed pleased to discover that he’d be attending Oxford as well, which was a relief. Harry couldn’t believe how much in common he had with this girl. He was genuinely enjoying her wisecracks, her sweet smiles, her modest blushes, and just her overall companionship. The conversation flowed on without any awkward pauses, like they were old friends back together to catch up on things.
"So why did you decide to attend Oxford? Why so far away from home?"
Elle sighed, there were a lot of reasons. “Oh I don’t know, this just seemed to be what was best for me; a change of scenery, new culture. I really needed to get out of my town.” ‘And away from all the pain’, she thought. “What about you?”
"Oh pretty much the same. I needed to get away, be on my own, have my own life, you know?"
"I know exactly what you mean, I felt so…suffocated."
"You read my mind." Harry smiled.
Elle glanced at her watch. “Oh my God! It’s three in the morning!” She exclaimed.
"What?!" Harry checked his own fine gold watch. "Oh no, I have to go!" Her heart sank.
"Yeah…Well Harry, I had a lovely time, thanks again for rescuing me." She said with a sad smile.
"It was my pleasure. But, how will you get to your dorm?"
"Oh I can just walk; my hall isn’t that far away." Elle figured Grace and Annabelle had been escorted back to the dorm by their attractive suitors, not wanting to interrupt her time with Harry. Harry shook his head at her.
"Now of course you know there is no way I’m going to let you walk home alone, in the dark, at three in the morning." He scolded.
"And of course YOU know that I couldn’t possibly be of any more trouble to you. I’ll be fine!"
"You just got to England; I’d never forgive myself if I could’ve helped and you got lost. Now I’ll hear no more arguments, Miss Elle. Come on, provide me the pleasure of giving you a ride."
"Well… I guess. I-if you really don’t mind." Elle said with a defeated, but pleased, look on her face. Harry got up and offered her his hand gallantly; she took it with a laugh.
On the ride back to the university they somehow found more things to talk about. Harry felt he could tell Elle about anything, except his family, not just yet. But he found himself on the edge of his seat, worrying about his impending doom. He had begged for a half an hour with his security guards to let him out alone tonight. They had complied, but only if he promised to be back by two. It was now five after three. But every time Harry looked at Elle, or she told a smart joke, or he heard her infectious laughter, he couldn’t help thinking, ‘It was worth it.’
"Thanks again…for everything." Elle said as the approached her dorm door. "You’re a real prince." She said with a laugh. Harry’s stomach tightened, but then he realized she was just making an expression. Elle liked him for who he really was, not his title.
He scoffed. “I’m nothing special.”
"I think you’re very special, Harry. There’s something about you, I can’t put my finger on it, but I know it’s there." Harry looked down into those heavenly blue eyes, and leaned down to kiss her gently on the cheek.
"I think YOU are very special," he said quietly with a smile, "and I hope I can see you again."
"You can count on it."
"Goodnight, Miss Elle." He said as he caressed her cheek.
"Goodnight." She said warmly and closed her door.