The royal family was used to getting attention these past years. Catherine Middleton, the royal wedding and the birth of George and Charlotte had been the most popular subjects of the common people. Prince Harry's popularity had been on a raise after he hung his coat of rascal years on the wall and devoted himself to various charities and fundraisers. The public had been waiting for a girlfriend of some sort and when he announced that he was indeed dating the blonde Belgian nurse, people were enthusiastic. They liked her.

They applauded her even more after the pictures came out. She had held her head up the entire time, showing them no one could mess with her.

If there was one thing they had to admit, the girl had balls. It was the reason why the public thought they fit so well. If they had to choose for a princess, they wanted Harry's wife to be a woman just like them. A woman that wore normal clothes, one that dared to come out of her house without make up. One that had a normal job, one that knew things about life. A woman that said it was okay to have a bad hair day, because everyone had one someday. One that spoke her mind, an independent one that wouldn't let him walk all over her.

When the prince finally found that woman. They were ecstatic. They hadn't seen Harry so happy in quite some time. This one would be their princess, they were sure of it.

They were convinced that this girl had to be the one. They were both funny, honest and charming.

Then the public saw the pictures, they were angry. They were confused. Some didn't really believe it, other's said that Harry was just like his father and some things never change. Still, everyone had to admit that Harry was in the wrong and that wasn't the way a man should threat a woman.

The following day Evee had the last workingshift of the week. She couldn't wait for it to be over, her colleagues didn't want to bring up the subject but the blonde nurse saw their struggled glances towards her. She didn't need their pity. She mainly did some paperwork that day. When a male doctor, who normally never talks to the nurses, came into the nursing box, Eveline didn't glance up once. She could feel his eyes on the back of her head.

"Eveline, was it?" He asked, Evee turned her head away from the computer, giving him a glance. He was young, probably around the age of thirty five. Dark eyes, dark short hair. Didn't hurt the eyes to look at.

"Can I help you with something, Doctor Chasey?" She spoke. She didn't have the time nor want to put in the effort to be friendly. The last time she tried to talk to him, he just gave her an angry glance.

"You were the one dating the prince, right?" He spoke, looking at her from head to toe. Evee was disgusted underneath his stare.

"I honestly have no clue what you're on about." She replied sternly, turning her head away and giving her full attention towards the computer in front of her.

"I think you do."

"Then I think you should mind your own business, Doctor."

And that was pretty much the definition and how the entire day went. Shitty.

The day went shitty.

When she finally made it home around four o'clock (through a massive mob of paps), she couldn't wait to plant herself on to the couch. The couch was her best friend now. Entering her hallway, her feet stopped immediately at the sight of Fred, sitting next to her door. A box containing a pizza in his hands. Evee was surprised, she hadn't heard from Freddy in a while. Jared came over once in a while but Fred always stayed clear.

"Freddy?" He always liked the sound of her calling him 'Freddy'. She was the only one who called him that.

"Evee." He smiled at her, lifting himself off the ground, carefully carrying the pizzabox. "I thought you could use some pizza."

She returned a smile, "I could definitely use some pizza. I can always use a pizza."

"It's a good thing I'm here then."

"It is. It's a very good thing you're here. Come in." Maybe for a minute or two, she could eliminate the subject 'Harry' in her head.

When they entered her apartment, Evee immediately put her purse on the kitchencounter, searching for her phone. It had been going off nonstop. She didn't even bother to see who was calling. She knew her family would be worried but she'd call them tomorrow. "Let me just freshen up a bit, okay? You know where the plates are."

"Who's calling you this much?" Fred looked at Eveline's cellphone lighting up, atleast she turned down the sound.

"Probably Har- you know who." She couldn't even say his name anymore. When she spoke his name, the pictures and headlines just popped up in her head.

"The dick's been calling you?"

"Don't call him that." She didn't know why she was still so protective of him. "He calls every two hours, yes. I'll be right back."

When the cellphone lit up once again, right in front of Fred's face and he saw the prince's name, his fingers trembled. He couldn't. He shouldn't. Evee would be so mad. It was none of his business in the end.

Fuck that, it was his business. The dick had hurt the one girl he actually cared about. It was because of him that she was this miserable. Because of him that he hadn't heard a genuine laugh in a long time. The prince had put a stop to Fred and Evee's relationship, just around the time he was actually falling for her. Fred was going to tell Evee how he felt. He just never had the balls. He was scared. He just needed a little more time.

Time he didn't get because of the prince.

Looking around the corner to see if Evee was still in the bathroom, his hands made its way towards her white iPhone. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He quickly picked up, swiping his fingers on the screen. He was disgusted by the picture of the two of them on her phone.

"Evee! Thank you for picking up, god I've just- I don't know what to say. Don't believe them. Don't believe them. Remember how I told you they could make any story up? They did. I swear on my mother's grave I did not kiss her. I gave her one hug, we're still friends, I know it looks like a weird hug, I know but it's not. I should have told you, she wanted to get together as friends. I know that, I know I shouldn't have kept that a secret, I was wrong. God, I was so wrong. I never wanted to hurt you. I don't want to lose you, you hear me?! Evee? Eveline, talk to me?!"

Frederik, in the meantime, was biting his tongue, listening to him. An awkward silence was happening between the two of them. If Fred spoke, he knew Evee would one day know about him picking up her phone. She would understand. She would understand that he wanted to speak his mind to this son of a-. No he couldn't say that. Even Fred couldn't say it.

"Evee?" He heard the prince beg on the other side of the phone in a small voice.

"It's not Evee." Fred spoke, clearing his voice.

Harry on the other side, immediately knew who was talking to him. He felt anger coming up. "What the hell are you doing with my girlfriend's phone?!"

"I'm at her place because I am here to pick up the mess you've made."

"Listen, you asshole, if I know you've put your hands on my girl, I swear to God-"

"What will you swear to God? Tell me. That you were an ungrateful bastard? Actually throwing away the chance of a future with one of the most spectacular women you've ever met? That you have treated her as garbage? Is that what you wanted to say? I told you if you ever hurt her, you'd regret it. You've brought this one on yourself, don't blame her. She is a diamond you threw away collecting rocks."

Harry couldn't help but sarcastically chuckle, "Kettle calling the pot black. Get her on the phone."

"If she wanted to speak to you, she would have picked up the phone the other 200 times you've called. And sure, you're right but I've always been honest with her. Always. I have realized now that I made a huge mistake, I took her for granted and I'm not ready to let her slip away this time. I guess I have to say thank you for that."

"Get. Her. On. The. Phone."

"No."

"She doesn't know you've picked up, that's it right? I know that's it. She would never allow you to pick up her phone."

Fred didn't know what to say from a second or two. He had him on that one.

Harry knew he was right because there was silence on the other side, "Tell her I'm coming to England."

"Well, It's a pretty long flight from South-Africa to London. Good luck." And with that Fred ended the call with a smug grin on his face.

In South Africa, Harry threw his phone across the wall in anger. "Sir?" James looked at the man he had known for almost his entire life. He had bags underneath his eyes from the lack of sleep and he could see how angry he was because his face was red.

"James, make sure I have a flight almost instantly and get me another god damn phone." With that, Harry turned around and left his hotel living room, smashing his bedroom door behind him.