Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart (Prince Harry)

Charlie’s POV - 2 Years Later

“Are you ready for this?” Jenna asked me as she stood behind me while we looked in the mirror.

“For the first time in my life I am.” I smiled softly as I looked back at her. “Thank you for being here.”

“Of course. I mean it’s not every day your best friend gets married to a prince. A hot one no less.” She teased.

I playfully rolled my eyes then looked over as my mother and Anne stepped in, both of them looking happy when they finally saw me in my dress. This wouldn’t be the dress for the royal ceremony, but for just me it was perfect. The dress was lace and beautiful, everything I had dreamed it to be and Jenna designed it for me.

“You look so beautiful.” My mum sniffled.

“Mum, don't cry. You know I'm a sympathetic crier.” I said with a laugh as I hugged her tightly, tearing up a bit myself.

“I know. I'm sorry. I just wanted to give you this. Something blue… I wore this clip at my wedding.”

She held up a beautiful blue clip and placed it in my hair which was up in an elegant bun with a few strands hanging down to frame my face.

“And this is your something borrowed. I also wore this at my wedding with Harry’s father.” Anne smiled softly and placed a beautiful necklace onto my neck.

“Thank you.” I smiled softly, giving them a hug as the door opened once more to reveal my heart and soul followed by my father.

“Mama!” Rosie squealed as she ran over to me happily.

“Hi, baby. You look so pretty in your dress.” I told her with a wide smile.

Our gorgeous baby girl was now a little over two years old and the light of my life. She was so happy and bubbly, and a goofball much like her father. She was getting curls in her brown hair and her dimples were more prominent now that she was smiling more.

“Y you look pwetty too mama.” She said adorably.

For a two year old she was quite the smart little girl and talked a mile a minute so she fumbled on her words quite a bit which just melted my heart. I never wanted her to grow past this stage.

“Thank you, sweetie. Are you ready to throw flowers for me?” I asked her.

She smiled widely and nodded then I set her down so we could go get in position. Just as Harry promised we were currently in Colorado overlooking a gorgeous view of the mountains. We were having our private wedding here first so it could be more intimate then we were having the more public one back home. Of course I was nervous about that, but after the past couple years of therapy my anxiety wasn’t so crippling that it kept me from being out in public anymore.

Once everyone was seated we got into position and I took a deep breath.

“You ready for this?” My father asked.

“I am.”

Harry’s POV

The music started and I felt my heart begin to race in my chest as I kept my eyes glued to the end of the aisle. All of our closest friends and family were here which made it so perfect. This was the wedding I had always wanted and I knew that Charlie had wanted it as well.

A wide smile formed on my lips as I watched our daughter round the corner, throwing petals at people sitting nearby. She was so cute and I just adored her. The moment she spotted me her face lit up and she squealed before waving.

“Hi Daddy!” She yelled down the aisle which made me chuckle.

“Hi, Princess. Come here.” I said as I knelt down, opening my arms up so she could run into them.

I picked her up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, letting her hug me since I hadn’t seen her since yesterday after dinner because I wasn’t allowed to see Charlie before this moment. When I finally saw her she took my breath away and I found myself asking what I ever did to deserve such a wonderful person in my life. My eyes watered a bit and I looked down at Rosie as a tiny hand brushed a tear from my face.

“Don't cwy, Daddy.” She frowned.

“I'm not crying, sweetheart.” I assured her.

“Yes, you are.” She huffed.

“Okay, I am, but they're happy tears. I'm very happy and your mummy looks so beautiful. You have to go to Nana now okay?” I told her as I gave her a kiss then set her down so she could run over to where our parents were sitting.

When I stood up Charlie was stepping up to me and I smiled widely, taking her hand as I helped her up onto the platform.

“You look stunning.” I whispered to her.

“You look pretty good yourself.” She winked and smiled back at me.

I turned to the priest who began the ceremony and as soon as it was over I pulled her in and kissed her deeply, pulling her into a dip which sent her into a fit of giggles. I smiled against her lips and placed on last kiss on her lips after I set her back up on her feet.

“I love you.” I murmured.

“I love you, too.”

She smiled so brightly at me and I felt like my world was finally complete. If I died right now I would die a very happy man, but of course I planned on waiting until I was old and grey with grandkids.

We turned our attention to our guests who were clapping for us and I smiled as I led my wife down to get our daughter who immediately ran over to us. I picked her up and held her with my free arm, unable to wipe the wide smile off my face as we walked together as a family. Having the wedding here was a better idea than I had imagined. I never realized how precious something like this could be and I was glad that we decided to keep it private between our families and closest friends.

We held the reception in a beautiful lodge up in the mountains right next to where we got married which had an amazing view. Everything was just perfect and as I danced with my wife I couldn’t help but feel like this is where I was meant to be. Not in front of thousands of people and television crews, but in the mountains with my family just enjoying the moment.

“Charlie… I've been doing a lot of thinking… and I really think that we should just move here.” I said to her, seeing her face twist with confusion.

“What about your country? Harry, you can't just give that up. I know I still have some issues but I'm getting help for it and I can try to be the queen that England needs me to be.” She said, but I knew her all too well.

I knew that her anxiety would get the better of her and that she would be a nervous wreck every time we had to go out in public for an event. We had been going nonstop since Rosie was born and she never had the chance to properly heal. She would never admit it to me that she wasn’t ready because she wanted to make me happy, but I didn’t want her to make herself miserable just to keep me happy.

“My mother has already offered to stay as Queen for a while until we’re ready and Rosie is older. Why don't we give her a normal childhood? Let her grow up like you did but still knowing she has royal blood? She could live a normal life and when she’s old enough we can move back and I can take over the throne. You need time to heal, love. We both do. We won't get that being constantly surrounded by hundreds of people and having our lives under a magnifying glass.”

“Harry…”

Her eyes began to water and I could see that she was feeling guilty about her struggle to get over the shooting, but I quickly wiped her tears.

“I love you, Charlie. I can see how happy and relaxed you are here. This is your home and I want us to make a life together here. I want our daughter to grow up feeling safe and like a normal child. I want this. It's not just because of you.” I assured her.

“Okay.” She finally whispered.

“Good, because I already bought us a house and it's too late to take it back.” I joked, finally getting a laugh out of her.

“You're so annoying.” She rolled her eyes.

“I love you too snookums. Now come here.”

I pulled her against my chest and leaned in to kiss her soft lips, feeling like nothing else in the world mattered.

A few years ago I ran away from my duties and obligations, not realizing that I was actually running straight into the arms of the love of my life.
The End

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