Make You Feel My Love (Princes fic)

"Bloody hell..." Elle mumbled to herself as she sat up quickly. She put her hand on her throbbing head. 'Never drinking vodka again.' She thought to herself. She turned slightly to her left and saw the naked red headed man sleeping next to her.

She slipped from the bed and quietly tried to put on her clothes. It was all coming back to her. She had met Harry at the club the night before. Actually, she had first met him many years ago. Her father,a big time player in the business world of the UK was often invited to royal events. Elle was young, beauitful, and driven. Harry was only two of those things. She was finishing her last year at a prestigious university, studying Art History. She was fun and light hearted but not crazy and wild like Harry.

*&*

William smiled as he walked down the street to his favorite flea market in London.

"Where ya goin love?" He asked in a sleep-tinted voice.

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He glanced down at the original copy of an Alexandre Dumas book he had managed to find by some miracle. Suddenly he ran right into a burnette girl with dazzling green eyes.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." He said as he bent down to help her retrieve the colorful scarfs she'd been carrying.

"It's fine...Prince William." She said his name softly so as not to attract attention. Little did William know but this was Duchess Emmalee Winscott. (The Queen had kindly passed the title to the 24-year old female after her mother's untimely death.) Emmalee was hiding from the tabloid photographers in the flea market. IT was the only place she could still shop without being overrun by them. Emmalee was almost as wild of a child as Prince Harry. She was thought to have slept with several men according to the tabloids, although she'd only slept with two so far.

"Far away from you!" Elle muttered, Harry had been trying to get her into bed for years. She was irritated he had finally succeeded.

Harry sleepily shook his head and linked his arm around her leg, "Come back to bed." He mumbled as he pulled her back onto the bed.

*&*

"I believe we've met before." William smiled, he recognized her beautiful face.

Elle rolled her eyes and laid by his side. She might as well try to enjoy the morning, right?

-*-

"It's Emma and I don't believe we have." She smiled kindly. She didn't want him to remember her because then he would know her tabloid reputation.

He tossed an arm around her, "So last night was fun..."

"Sure." Elle replied.

*&*

"I must have been mistaken. William..." He shook her hand.

"Oh c'mon. You know you remember." He laughed.

*-*

Emma grinned, "Doing a little shopping? You could join me if you want to."

Elle looked at him then yawned, "Maybe you're just not that memorable."

*&*

"I'd love to!" William smiled, "Looking for anything particular?" They gazed at the vast street full of vendors.

Harry laughed, "Well you were."

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Emma smiled, "Well, I got scarfs...now I'm just looking for whatever."

"I'm sure I was." She smirked. Harry leaned in and kissed her neck, she enjoyed in for a moment then shoved him away, "Oh NO WAY!"

*&*

"I was hoping to find some cool records." William pointed towards one of the booths.

Harry laughed and pushed her down playfully.

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"Hm." She said thoughtfully.

"What?" Will asked smiling.

"Didn't think I would ever see you in a flea market." She laughed.

In between kisses she got out the words, "This isn't good. You are bad news."

*&*

"I like flea markets." He smiled, ignoring that she clearly knew he was the prince.

Harry didn't respond. He merely kissed her more urgently.

*-*

"Mhm." She responded before she pushed him inside of a make-shift changing room. She put her hands at his waistband and raised an eyebrow, "Wanna live a little?"

She kissed him deeply then pushed him away, "I really should go."


*&*

His eyes widened. He didn't know if she was serious.

"Oh c'mon!" He muttered in slight annoyance.

*-*-

She raised her eyebrows and unbuttoned his pants.

Their eyes met for a second and she fell right back into his bed, kissing him. He was addicting.

*&*

William kissed her with intense passion.

She sighed as he ran his hands along her skin.

*-*

She giggled into his kiss and suddenly his pants were down. He stared at her in amazement as she dropped to her knees in front of him.

"Spend the day in bed with me..." Harry whispered into her ear.

"Hmm..okay." She sighed.

*&*

Will was pretty sure he was dreaming.

Harry smirked.

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Suddenly she looked at him, "Oh yeah. But you have a girlfriend."

Will sighed and nodded, "Yeah, but we are having problems."

"That's not a reason to let a stranger fuck you in a flea market."

"Tell me more about yourself..." Harry pulled her to his chest.

"Tell me more about you! Far more interesting." She sighed.

*&*

Will sighed, "Do we really have to talk about this..right now?"

Harry laughed, "I'm more interested in you."

--*--

"Yes." She shrugged and stood up.

"Well, I was actually here today because I was thinking of how to break up with her. And no. That's not a lie." William said with a sigh.

"I'm an art history student and the University of London, I'm getting my masters." She sighed, "And you already know all about my family."

*&*

Her eyes narrowed.

"Well, you know everything about me already."

--*--

Will looked at her, "Let's just go get a cup of coffee or something. Please."

"Tell me something I can't read in the tabloids..." She whispered, as she snuggled closer.

*&*

"Alright. One cup of coffee." She sighed.

"My favorite food is scrambled eggs with cheese." Harry said with a smile.

(*(

Will was absolutely confused. About two seconds ago, this prefect stranger had been about to have sex with him. But now she was reluctant to do ANYTHING with him.

"Whats yours?" He added.

"Um...strawberries." She smiled slightly. "Favorite song of all time?"

"Here comes the sun by The Beatles." Harry quickly.

"That's mine too!"

*&*

"Come along.." She pulled him towards a coffee shop.