Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart (Prince Harry)

Harry’s POV

Charlie slept the whole plane ride which I was thankful for because I knew she didn’t sleep well last night and she woke up this morning feeling nauseous, which I knew usually happened when she didn’t get enough sleep. I felt awful that I didn’t see the signs before, even when they were so blatantly obvious. She hadn’t been smiling as big as she used to the past few days and I had noticed dark circles under her eyes from her lack of sleep. She had been so focused on me and keeping me happy that she forgot to take care of herself. My heart broke at the thought and I could only imagine how difficult it would be for her if she actually stayed in London with me. She would be miserable.

When we landed later that afternoon in Colorado time her mother was there to pick us up at the airport and I watched as Charlie immediately teared up and ran over to hug her. Her family meant everything to her. Was I really just going to sit back and let her sacrifice her time with them for me?

I stayed quiet as I walked up to them and the last thing I expected was to be pulled in for a hug by her mother. I expected them to hate me for not telling them the truth and for causing their daughter to feel like this, but just like Charlie they were kind people who were able to look past all that.

I sat in the back listening to Charlie speak to her mother about London and how nice my family was. She truly did love them just as much as her own and it only made me feel even worse. How could I just take this wonderful girl’s life and turn it upside down? To selfishly ask her to leave the place that brought her peace and comfort just so I didn’t feel so alone anymore...

As we arrived at the ranch house her father and brothers were waiting to greet her and as I expected the three of them were a little less forgiving towards me. They gave me cold stares that shook me to my core and I was honestly surprised that they even let me inside. Thankfully they focused a little more on Charlie for a few minutes until she went into the kitchen to make dinner with her mother which left me alone with the three of them in the living room.

“I'm sorry that I wasn’t honest with you before… I just… I knew that I didn’t have the best reputation before I came here and I didn’t want any of you to think that was me… because it wasn’t. That was a selfish child who threw a tantrum because he didn’t get what he wanted and that’s not the man I am now… The man that Charlie made me into.”

Matt was the first to speak as he left the room then came back and handed me a wine cooler that he had gotten from the fridge. I gratefully took it and had a drink to calm my nerves.

“Listen… I'm not happy that you lied to us. That was definitely a dick move… especially since you had Charlie lie to us as well… but the thing is that you’ve done nothing but make my little sister happy. I've never seen her as happy as she was the last time you were here and it's all we’ve ever wanted for her.” He said.

“I agree. I'm well aware of how you were before and I knew I recognized you from somewhere, but you brought her home when she needed it. Mom told us how she was crying over the phone and that you made sure she got to come home. You put her before yourself.” Jensen added.

Her father, Jack, nodded in agreement.

“You're a good man, son. You'll do right by her.”

“Thank you… but I'm honestly not sure about that anymore…” I said quietly as I looked down at the bottle in my hand.

Before they could question things Charlie came in to tell everyone it was time to eat so we all went to the table to eat. They gave their condolences about my father and I thanked them, mostly letting Charlie talk and catch up with her family. I barely touched my food as I thought about how difficult it was going to be for her to transition over to London which was so far away from her family. This was just the tip of the iceberg and I knew that I made a mistake by letting it get this far.

Later that night I watched her sleep beside me, seeing her more at ease than I had seen her in the past few weeks. As much as I wanted to be with her I knew that she would be better off staying. Hell she would be better off with Dylan. He could give her a normal life close to her family and she wouldn’t have to worry about what the world thinks of her or about big events or political things. She was far too fragile to be a part of my life and she deserved better.

I gently brushed some hair from her face then placed a soft kiss on her forehead before carefully getting out of bed. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing a letter to her for her to find when she woke up so she would hopefully understand. My bags were already packed so I picked them up and took one last glance at her sleeping figure, feeling a lump form in my throat. Before I could allow myself to stay I went downstairs and set my bags on the porch, pulling out my phone so I could call for someone to come give me a ride to the airport.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

I turned to see Jack sitting there in his hand made chair watching me. I bit my lip gently and shook my head.

“I want to be with her more than anything… but I know my life is hard and I know it'll be so much harder for her. She thinks too much of others and I'm scared that being with me in London will hurt her. It's stressful even for me… I can’t imagine what it would do to her.” I said.

“Leaving her will hurt her much worse than being with you ever could…” He said softly as he stood up, walking over to me as I felt my bottom lip quiver.

“Will you tell her I'm sorry?” I asked him as my voice broke.

He sighed and pulled me into a tight hug which I immediately returned. It was nice to have some sort of father figure to comfort me, but I had to remind myself that this was for the best.

“I'll give you a ride.” He said as he patted my back then started walking towards his truck.

I silently followed and the two of us stayed silent the whole drive to the airport, but it wasn’t until we pulled up to the terminal where the boys were waiting for me that he finally spoke up.

“Once you step out that door you might not get her back…”

I looked over at him, unsure of what to do.

Charlie’s POV

It was cold when I woke up and I quickly realized it was because the space beside me that was usually occupied by a warm body was now empty apart from a letter that had my name neatly written on it. I sat up and grabbed it, feeling my heart rate picking up as I opened it up to read it. My eyes filled with tears as I read each word and with every line my heart broke a little more.

-Charlie,

I know you'll probably hate me for this, but that’s a risk I'm willing to take. I know you'll give up anything for me… even the chance to be close to your family… and that’s why I have to let you go. They mean everything to you and you deserve to be with someone who can give up everything for you as well because I can't. I can't just give up being a royal or leave the country to be a normal man with you as my beautiful wife. You would be the only one with the true sacrifice and I couldn’t live with myself if I allowed you to make it.

I love you more than anything in this entire world and I will keep loving you until my last breath. You are everything to me and I hope that one day you'll be able to forgive me for this.

Forever yours, Harry-

I heard a truck pull into the driveway and I saw my father get out alone and I knew right then what he did. I rushed downstairs and walked up to him, hitting him as much as I could.

“How could you just let him go?! Why did you take him away from me?!” I cried, hitting his chest until I finally just broke down crying and leaned into his arms.

He held me tightly as I sobbed, feeling like my whole world just came crashing down. He left me… He actually left me. He thought he was making the right choice by protecting me, but I felt worse than I ever had in my entire life. I felt like my heart had just been ripped out of my chest and there was nothing I could do about it.

“I'm sorry, honey. I tried to get him to stay but he made his choice.” He said and it only made the ache grow even stronger.

I cried for what felt like hours and although I had my family around to comfort me it wasn’t the same. Not even they could give me the warmth and comfort Harry gave to me. I probably should have gone back to LA or at least tried to run after Harry but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to leave the house and I could barely keep any food down the first two days without throwing it up. It was almost three weeks later when my mom finally caught on to what was going on and recognized the symptoms.

I had gotten my appetite back, but I still felt sick in the mornings or around certain foods. Not to mention the fact that I was an emotional mess and cried myself to sleep every night wishing Harry were still here. She had been watching me for a few days until she finally spoke up and made me some tea for my upset stomach one morning.

“When was the last time you had your period?” She asked.

“I don't know.” I sighed, too emotional exhausted to think about it. “Why does it matter?”

“I think you might be pregnant.”

I choked on the tea I was just about to swallow and coughed a bit as I looked up at her with wide eyes.

“What?”

“Don't panic, honey. It might not be a pregnancy thing but I really think we should go to the hospital and check it out.”

“I can't just go there and say hey I might be pregnant with the Prince of England’s baby. Could you check it out please? The media has been stalking us for weeks, Mom. They would be all over that and we can't really trust anyone.”

“You can trust me. You forget this is what your mother does for a living.” She laughed softly. “Finish your tea. I'll check it out myself.”

I nodded as she left to get ready, feeling nervous as I looked down at my stomach. If it was true then do I tell him?

Harry’s POV

It's been three months.

Three months since I left the love of my life and there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t regret it. I should have listened to her father when he gave me a chance to stay in the truck, but I was stupid and let my own fears and worries get in the way. I sighed deeply as I ran my hands through my hair, trying to focus on the paperwork I needed to get done but I just couldn’t think straight. Not when the woman who grounded me was thousands of miles away.

A knock on the door broke me from my thoughts and I rubbed my eyes as I called for whoever it was to come in.

“Harry, you have a visitor.” Louis said.

“Not now, Louis.” I sighed.

“Harry, it's Charlie.”

My head snapped up when he said her name and in a second I was out of my chair and running down the halls to my bedroom where Louis said she was waiting. I opened the door and my breath caught in my throat when she turned to look at me, looking beautiful as ever. She had cut her hair since I last saw her but it suited her. I slowly walked over to her until we were within arms reach.

“Charlie…” I breathed. “What are you… I…”

She held her hand up to stop me and quietly reached over to grab my hand. I watched her in confusion until she placed it on her stomach so I could feel the bump that she was hiding under the oversized sweater she was wearing. My eyes widened as I looked up at her watery eyes.

“I'm pregnant, Harry.” She finally spoke.

“I… How?”

I was completely dumbfounded as I brought my other hand up to place it on the small bump, in complete awe over the feeling of it.

This was our child.

“That night you got the call about your dad… I had stayed up all night and I was too upset about you leaving that I forgot to take my birth control pill. I haven't really taken them since then actually. I'm so sorry, Harry. I was so worried about you that I wasn’t thinking about what could happen.”

I shook my head as she started to tear up and I quickly brought my hands up to her cheeks to wipe her eyes.

“Don't be sorry. This is amazing, Charlie. This is our baby in there.” I said as I teared up and started to smile a bit. “If anyone should be sorry it's me. I shouldn’t have left you. I thought I was protecting you, but I took away your choice and I've been fucking miserable without you. I'm so sor-”

Her lips cut me off as they crashed onto mine and I wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing her deeply as I held her close to me. I could taste the saltiness of her tears on her lips but I could care less. She was here and I was overjoyed that she was carrying our baby. I loved kids and I had always imagined having a big family with her some day.

“I love you so much.” I whispered as I held her close to me.

“I love you, too, Harry… and although I'm still pissed at you for leaving… I choose you. I've always chosen you. I want to be here with you.”

“What about your family?” I asked her with a frown.

“They're all here actually. I told them they could tag along on that tour of London you promised me ages ago.”

I chuckled and smiled as I gave her another kiss. I knew that this would cause problems later on because a royal was having a baby out of wedlock, but for the moment I couldn’t care less.

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