Aynie

"Are you and Harry together now, Aynie?" Grandmere suddenly asked me after she took a bite out of the cookie muffin I baked for her. Typical question and I'm fighting the urge to reply with a line like "duh Grandmere we're already married" but being a respectful lady that I am, I stopped myself.We're in the middle of our princess lessons, and I'm struggling to put pepper on my salad because of a silly handkerchief that is holding my body back.

"Grandmere, I don't think that’s possible." I answered as I catch my breath when I finally got hold of the pepper. Phew.

"But Aynie, it's been what, 5 years? I should have at least a grandchild by now" She said shaking her head in disbelief. And with that I nearly choked. "Not that I expect you to give birth at 14"

"That's Bull... Dog Grandmere! I'm only 19 and Harry is what, 21?" I said

"But honey, it doesn't matter. I was 18 when I gave birth to Harry's dad. The Queen was 20 when she gave birth to Harry"

"Grandmere, you know I really do love you, but having a kid with Harry is just impossible."

"Honey, I'm not young anymore. I'm 64 years old. I need to see my grandchildren." She smiled and looked at me with twinkling eyes. Oh no. My eyes widened. Grandmere's twinkling eyes only means one thing. She has a plan. And it’s not good.

"Please don't tell me you’re planning something Grandmere." I silently prayed that it's not ANOTHER set up. You know, a few months ago, she TRIED to set Harry and I up. She only tried though because the Queen begged her not to. She planned to lock us up in a room that is extremely hot so a miracle would happen. Grandmere is too cheeky for a 64 year old.

"Oh dear, I'm not. I'm too old for that thing." She lied as she took a sip from her tea. "Oh and you can go now."

"Thank food." I muttered under my breath. I slipped under the handkerchief and bolted out of the door. I have bigger problems that Grandmere's plan... HOMEWORK.

I was half walking, half running when I ran into a wall. No wait. A person. HARRY.

"Ow!" I wailed in pain and when I looked up at Harry, he was smirking.

"Oh sorry. I missed. Should've hit your chest again." He said and I swear on rainbows he's going to get it someday.

"I would love to have a chat with you but I have things to finish." I passed by him and I saw him shake his head on the corner of my eye.

I ran a marathon just to get to my room which is on the other side of the building. I should've joined the Olympics. Or maybe this is why we need P.E. class. The moment I arrived in my room, I was panting so I took some juice out of my fridge (Yep.-perks of being a princess. I have my own fridge) and chugged it down, the ice burning down my throat.

Maybe it's the way she walked,

Straight into my heart and stole it

Through the doors and past the guards,

Just like she already own it

I said can you give it back to me,

She said never in your wildest dreams

Best Song Ever by One Direction blasted from my cell indicating a call.

"Yellow" I answered, as I opened my Product Management book.

"Hey chika! How you doing' with PM?" Anne asked.

"I'm doing really well! I have actually memorized everything, like in 5 minutes." I "bragged".

"Ah-huh. If that happens, I might throw a party." She said and I laughed. My friends know I suck at memorizing. Do you know that it took me 2 months to completely remember the names of my classmates? And even after being friends with Aynie and Grace for a long time, I still don’t remember their birthdays and would often rely on Facebook for the reminder.

"You didn't actually call me to ask how I'm doing in PM, right?" I asked her and I heard her sigh. This might not be good.

"Actually chikka, there were rumours in the twitter world that Harry is already married and she's attending our school." I nearly choked on my own saliva. WHAT?!

"What the actual food?!" I half yelled. No one is supposed to know! No rumours should've gone out.

"Yeah. I was actually surprised. And guess who started it."

"Who?"

"Camilia."

"That ...that... SMURF!"

"She said her uncle told her that and she… well… Not so happily spread the rumour on twitter."

"Thanks for telling me A."

"You're welcome chikka. Goodnight. Oh and good luck in PM." She said and we said goodbye. I immediately ran to my bed and covered my face with my pillow.

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed.

"Why the hell are you screaming at 10 in the evening?!" A male voice said and I nearly fell on the floor.

"Ugh. What do you want Harry?" And there is my beloved husband, dressed in pyjamas, which he totally rocks. He's holding a Ben n Jerry's Pistachio flavoured ice-cream. Yum.

"Well, actually, I just thought of visiting my wife but then I found her screaming on her pillow." He said, taking another bite of the yummy treat. I think he saw me looking at the cup with hungry eyes because he offered me some. Wait, he OFFERED me some? But being stubborn as I am, I shook my head even though I really want to run from the bed and get hold of the goody.

"What's your problem anyway? Surely the pillow didn't do anything to you." He said and I shot him a look. "Or do you have your period?"

My hand moved on its own and threw a pillow at him. I expect him to just go away with a bad mood, but then he smiled. He actually smiled.

My eyes widened in surprise. Damn.

He does have killer smile.

What?

No. No. Erase. I did not just say that.

"Come on, you can tell your husband." He cooed as he sat on my bed.

"I think I should call Cam (my personal helper) to get me a bucket because I have to puke."

"Ha-ha you are really funny, princess."

"You are too, prince. Now go away." I told him. I know I'm being such a mood breaker, but who wouldn't? There's a rumour that Harry is married, even though it is true. What if they found out that I'm his wife? His fans would totally kill me.

"What?! Who said that?!" I guess he heard me. Stupid mouth.

"Camilia." I answered and he sighed. He ran his hand through his hair and I saw a teeny bit of muscle flex. I think I forgot to tell you that he's wearing a tight shirt. And yes he is a gym buff. We have a gigantic indoor gym in our side of the Palace dedicated to the Prince.

"How the hell did she find out?" He asked me and I shrugged.

He let out a groan and took his phone from his pyjamas and dialled irately.

"Jake, look for the bastard who knew about Aynie and I. Look for him and make him promise that he should take it back and shut up. Got it?" He said to Jake, the head bodyguard.

"Yes sir" I heard him answer and Harry ended the call. He angrily threw his phone on the floor and it shattered into pieces.

Woops. Another IPhone down. I swear this guy either has anger issues or he just have a hobby of throwing IPhone like those guys on YouTube. What a waste of money seriously.

"This is why I don't want the world to know" I heard Harry mumble but I can't quite understand. He grabbed and scuffled the nearest pillow and grunted.

I'll just let it slip this time.

"Heard you and Camilia broke up. Spread like wildfire at school today." I said after a moment of awkward silence.

"Uh... yeah…" He answered.

"Can I know why?" I hesitantly asked. Not that I really want to know. Well, a little.

"She's just... clingy." I let out a laugh.

"Seriously Harry? All your girlfriends were clingy." I blurted but I instantly regretted it.

"Yeah they were. I don't like it one bit. That's why I break up with them." He replied and my ears couldn't believe it, neither does my heart. Did he just... Open up to me? This is creepy. He's usually rude, disrespectful—

"I know you think I am rude. But I'm not Aynie. You don't know me." He said and I slapped my mouth.

Damn. He's going to get angry.

I was hoping that he would say something bad, rude or something like that, but surprisingly, he just walked away. Just like that. And now I feel bad for the very first time.

You stupid mouth! Why the hell can't you shut up?

Now he's mad at me.

We were just starting to be friends.

Wait. What? We were?

Nope. Impossible.

“Ugh…” I slammed my head onto the pillow in frustration. I know I may have judged Harry too quickly but hey, you can’t blame me since he’s been extremely rude to me every now and then.

I'll think about it later, but first, Product Management.