The plane ride wasn't very long, but it was enough for Evee to close all of the windows so they wouldn't see through them.

"You're blocking the view. It's the best thing about coming to Scotland." Harry had whined.

"I am the view." Evee had replied, ignoring Harry rolling his eyes at her and holding back laughter at her closed eyes and crossed arms. She hadn't taken off her seatbelt throughout the whole ride.

"If we ever go across the Atlantic, I might actually slip a pill in your drink so you'll be calm." He joked, receiving another glare from her.

"I just don't like the height, that's all."

"At least you can speak properly now and not hyperventilate like last time, I'm sure it'll get better."

"Maybe."

When they finally made it to Scotland, Evee was thrilled that she could finally place her feet on the ground. She took a deep breath, looking around her. It was actually quite a big airport. She was sure they were still up for quite a drive. "How far is it to Birkhall?"

"Oh, just an hour and a half." Harry smiled at her.

Evee nodded her head, that was alright. She had expected it to be longer. "You're driving?" She had never been in a car with him actually driving. James always did that.

"Yes." He gave her a satisfying look.

"Should I be scared now?" Evee looked at him as they marched towards the airport.

"I'm an excellent driver." He spoke, grabbing her hand and entering the airport. They weren't in a private section but Harry was sure people wouldn't harass him there. It was different, they had seen the royal family quite a lot of times. A picture or two would be the highest burden he could think of. "Car's already up front. We should hurry up a little here."

Evee looked around. People were sitting in the waiting zone, most of them not paying any attention. Those who did either ignored them or grabbed their cellphone to take a picture but no one seemed to bother them.

When they finally made it towards the old Range Rover at the parking lot of the airport, their suitcases were already in the car. Evee didn't even want to think how they managed to do that but she could already see in her head how people ran their asses off with their suitcases to make sure they didn't bother the prince and his girlfriend. "Right. Off we go."

"You seem happy." Evee grinned, buckling up her seatbelt on the passenger side.

"I am thrilled to be honest. You're not?" He crooked his eyebrow at her from behind the steering wheel.

"Of course I am." She smiled, already fumbling with the radio. It was one of her habits, she couldn't keep her hands of the radio in her car either, always searching for a decent radio station with good music.

"The radio is supposed to be the driver's territory, you do know that?" She didn't listen to him, just kept pressing the buttons. "My grandma is going to be really pissed off if you manage to break it, you know." He knew that would freeze her hands immediately and he was right.

Evee suddenly stopped pressing the buttons, her eyes widened. "This is your grandma's car?! A little warning would've been okay!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh at her shocked face. "I'm joking, she does drive it around sometimes but she has many cars, she doesn't care."

"Whatever. I'm not touching that radio." She mumbled, looking outside of her window to see them finally leaving the highway and entering a countryside area filled with trees and mountains. When Harry finally managed to pull to car up in front of a white castle-looking building (she had noticed how they drove through secured gates ten minutes ago), her breath stopped for a minute.

It was absolutely beautiful.

"Holy shit, Harry." She spoke, stepping out of the car and looking at her surroundings. The view was breathtaking. She felt his eyes glued on her face, a stupid grin plastered on his. "Stop looking at me, look at that view."

"I am looking at the view, remember?" He teased her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Evee in the meantime was still staring at the mountains, the sound of silence and nature. "You're going to keep standing here the whole journey?" Harry asked.

"I might."

"Well, I'm getting the suitcases. There's a better view from our bedroom."

"I'll help." She smiled, finally breaking her gaze and walking towards the back of the car. "Maybe later on we can go hiking."

"I'm starting to think I should've brought my father along." Harry laughed, opening the heavy, wooden front door.

"Maybe we can have sex while we hike." She shrugged, knowing how it would change his opinion immediately.

"Yeah, glad I left him home." He replied, scrunching up his nose and slapping Evee's ass when she passed him with her suitcase, receiving laughter from his girlfriend.

When Harry managed to show her around the whole castle (it took about two hours' time), it was way passed noon. Evee had managed to cook some spaghetti, the cupboards were filled with food. After that, they managed to put on some comfortable shoes and hiked through nature. She was surprised when Harry was more tired than she was at the end. She didn't even notice that she was walking on a steep path because she kept on staring at her surroundings. "Do you come here often then?"

"Sometimes, to visit my grandmother. She spends a lot of time here, it's her home away from London. We're at Sandringham for Christmas, another estate." Harry replied from behind her, enjoying the view as much as she did. His eyes adverted every now and then towards his girlfriends' ass though, it did look good in her yoga pants.

"I'll have to miss you for Christmas then." She stopped and looked over her shoulder.

"Yes. This Christmas you probably will." She couldn't help but hear the sadness in his voice.

"It's fine, Harry. You go be with your family, I understand." She smiled, despite the sudden ache in her chest. Christmas had always been her favorite holiday since she was a little girl. Evee loved everything about it, the lights in the streets, the way she had to drag a Christmas tree to her apartment every year, the way she could make herself a hot cup of cacao and look outside the window to see kids playing in the snow.

"What will you do then?" Harry couldn't help but wonder, he did not want to leave her on her own on Christmas. He knew his grandmother wouldn't want her at Sandringham so quickly. Maybe next year he could try and persuade her.

"I'm not sure yet, I think I have to work on Christmas anyways." She smiled at him.

"Working on Christmas?"

"That's the life of a nurse, Harry. I got off last year and worked on New Year's eve so I'm quite certain I'll have to work on Christmas this year. " She noticed how he looked at her in worry. "It's harder for the people around me than it is for myself, stop worrying."

He nodded his head at her, grabbing her hand. "Thank you for this by the way, it's by far the best birthday gift anyone has ever given me." She spoke, looking at the view in front of her. She was sure they were on one of the highest points of the area.

"You're welcome." Harry grinned.

"Seriously, I'm not really sure how to give you anything better for your birthday. I don't have many castles, you see." Evee grinned, turning around and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"You being there with me is more than enough."

She just nodded her head and wrapped her hand around his neck, bringing his lips towards hers. "I love you, you know that, right?" The blonde mumbled against his lips. He nodded his head but kept on kissing her.

When his tongue finally danced with her own, Evee's legs nearly buckled. "Maybe we should get back?"

She knew she had joked about having sex on a hike but she also knew it was a no go with Harry's history. Even though they were on a private property, Evee did not want to be in another newspaper and definitely not naked. Her father would kill her (after he killed Harry).

The walk back was filled with cheeky grins and light kisses but when they finally managed to open up the front door with a bang, they didn't waste any time. She attached his lips like it was the last thing she'd ever do. They managed to find their way, lips attached, towards the living room. The fire of the hearth lightening up the room.

Evee felt him push her on the couch (she did not want to think how old and expensive the thing was). For one moment, they looked at each. The blue in his eyes more evident than she had ever seen before. Everything was perfect, the way he looked at her was perfect.

Taking a deep breath, she reached for him, putting her small hand on the back of his neck to connect their lips once again. They kissed, fist lightly, then more urgently. The weight of his body on top of hers, still careful not to crush her. Her hips tilted against his, her breasts against his chest, her whole body sending a message that was undeniable.

His hands were deep in the softness of her blonde hair. She could make him feel like a teenager once again. Harry pulled her against him, thinking he would never be able to pull her close enough. God, how he wished he could take her everywhere with him. He'd keep her warm and safe. He'd keep her with him, always.

He felt her hands on his belt, fighting to get it open and when they finally did, she managed to pull his pants down. She grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, turning them around. He was underneath her now. He noticed the look she gave him, one of mischief. With one corner of her mouth up, Harry knew he was in it for a long time.

He felt her slip down and eased his boxers over his hips. Shit, he could feel her taking him in. Groaning, he closed his eyes, thinking how good it felt, leaning against the side of the couch. His father would kill him for having sex on this couch. "Look at me." He heard her whisper.

He looked and saw her green eyes were open, locked on to his, as she opened up her mouth and hollowed her cheeks and slid all the way down. He was not sure how he'd ever survive this girl.

"You're going to have to come up here else I won't last." He struggled to speak, wrapping his hand around her neck and guiding her towards his lips once again. His hands managed to take every single piece of clothing off her body in no time.

She nuzzled against him, her lips on his neck, kissing, nibbling her way towards his sensitive spot she knew so well. Right underneath his earlobe. She could feel his fingers against her own folds and sighed, "Oh". It was in that moment she forgot about everything. It was just Harry and her and fuck, it was good.

Harry watched her squeeze her eyes shut as she clamped her thighs against his wrists. Evee could feel the shocking waves going through her body. All the muscles inside her body tensed underneath his doing.

Before Evee could even recover, he had rolled her on her back. Meanwhile he took off his own clothes, throwing them over the back of the couch, not giving a single care if they would knock anything over. The blonde didn't expect anything yet but when she felt him slip inside of her without warning, she gasped, gripping the leather couch with her fingernails.

Harry knew he had to stay still for a moment or he would explode. He had to adjust. He wanted her to come with him again. He wanted everything to be perfect. Neither of them spoke. Evee had one hand on his shoulder, the other one finally let go of the couch and stroked his back.

He had goosebumps from her stroking his spine. "You feel so good." She mumbled. She didn't notice how Harry stared down at her, looking how her hair covered her shoulders, how he managed to remember every single detail of her body. She had her eyes closed.

And then he couldn't hold it in any longer. He plunged inside her as deep as possible without hurting her. Evee moaned, breath against his face, her fingernails in his back, her whispers in his ears, urging him on.

"Evee." She heard him speak in a raspy voice. She could feel his sweat underneath her hand palms on his back. His forehead touching hers. "Come with me."

And she did. Like she had never done it before.