The blonde groaned, rolling around. Her stomach felt heavy and the pounding in her ears only worsened when she moved. She couldn't help but think that she did not miss this part of her old life whatsoever. Her throat felt dry as she opened her eyes slightly in confusion. Where was she again? She tried to remember last night.

Her Bachelorette party.

Oh.

"Sweety?" She thought she was hearing angels. He couldn't be here already, could he? She was in a bed. Had she actually drank so much that she had to go to the hospital and ended up in a coma to miss her own wedding?

"Harry? Am I dying?" She groaned, rubbing her eyes out with her hands, trying to see clearly.

She heard laughter in the background, "I really hope you're not."

"Where am I?" She wondered sitting up straight and looking around the room to finally see her fiancée sitting on the side of the bed. His hand was rubbing her back gently.

"In the same countryhouse you were in yesterday. The next part of the weekend was supposed to be for us. Everybody left." He smiled, "Here, I have some water and an Advil." Evee immediately nodded her head, wincing a little when she threw it back to swallowing the pill with the glass of water.

"Thank you." She mumbled, "You probably look a lot better than I do."

"I hope I do." Harry tried to hold back laughter, staring at the Doritos still hanging in her hair. "I think you should take a look in the mirror."

"That bad?" She raised her eyebrows at him.

"That bad." He nodded his head sincerely. "Do you actually know anything about asking Mathias to be the godfather of a still nonexistent baby?" He raised his eyebrows at her and watched how she tried to stand up from the bed. "He had a hangover but it seemed as if that piece of information made his whole world shine brightly."

Evee mumbled, entering the bathroom. "I don't know. I probably got all excited about started a family with you after the wedding." She had to take a minute or two to actually acknowledge herself in the mirror. "Oh my god." Her head immediately turned towards Harry standing in the doorway. "I have a penis on my face." She pointed at her cheek.

"I know." He tried holding back laughter, failing when he saw her lick her own finger and rubbing it on the image furiously.

"It's not getting off. Oh god, it's not getting off Harry. I'll have to walk the aisle with a penis on my face. Your grandmoth-"

"Calm down, it's water based, it should come off." Harry spoke, looking a little more closely at the drawing. "Let us both take a shower, I'll try to scrub it off."

"I cannot believe that we're at a certain point in our relationship where you need to scrub penis images off my face." She mumbled, still ignoring the pain in her head. She hoped the Advil would start working soon. "Why isn't there anything on your face? I at least expected Tom to take off an eyebrow."

Harry laughed once again, "Tom was way more drunk than I was. I got to shoot him with a paintball gun."

"Okay, I get why you're so happy now." Evee answered, taking off her ripped jeans. There were stains all over it.

"I like your t-shirt by the way." Harry grinned, pointing at the 'I Got One' on her white shirt. "Where's your tiara?"

"I think Mathias stole it at one point in the evening... Wait, how do you know about the tiara?" She spoke in confusion, pulling off her white t-shirt to reveal her black lace bra.

"Lara sent Guy a video of you jumping in a stripper's arms." He raised his eyebrows at his fiancée, trying to look a little mad.

"She did? That sneaky..." Evee immediately turned her head towards Harry. "You're angry."

"I'm not angry." He shook his head at her, trying not to stare at the swell of her breasts. He watched how she removed her undergarments and crooked around to turn on the shower.

"A little annoyed then?" 

"Well..." He tried biting his lip when he saw her walk towards him in a seductive way.

"Do you want me to jump into your arms? I'll jump on anything you like today." She seductively purred in his ear. Evee watched how his ears turned red. "I think you should join me in the shower." She thought she was doing a great job but looked a little disordered when he burst out laughing. "What?"

"It's just very difficult to take you serious with a penis on your face and Doritos in your hair." Harry smirked.

"Well, come and join me so you can scrub that penis off my face." She seductively walked towards the shower, moving her bare ass from right to left, one hand on her hip. When she opened the shower cabin door, Evee turned her head over her shoulder and wiggled her eyebrows at him.

Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing at her antics, "That a sentence I thought I'd never hear you say."

"I'm lonely!" He heard her scream from inside the shower.

The Prince couldn't help but roll his eyes at her with a held back smile. For some reason, he could never stay mad at her, she always made him laugh. He shrugged off his clothes in a hurry and ran towards the shower with a smile upon his face.

Evee noticed him stepping in to join her. Her eyes crooked a little when she noticed his aroused member staring at her. "Seems like my face isn't that bad after all. You like the penis image, eh?" She grinned, throwing her arm around his neck.

"Sweety, you can actually dress yourself up as a homeless man and I would still think you're attractive."

"Is that a challenge?" The blonde mumbled, lifting her head and placing kisses on his right clavicle.

"Maybe it is." Harry mumbled, enjoying the feeling of her lips against his skin. He looked down at her and tried to take her seductive look seriously but it was no use. The hairy penis on her cheek seemed to draw his attention. "Can we try to wash off the image first?" He pointed at her face.

"Oh." Realization hit her. "Okay." She stepped back, pushing her head underneath the water, soaking her hair in the meantime. "If you smell cheese, it's the Doritos." Evee spoke, underneath the water.

He laughed, watching how she furiously scrubbed her face. "I got that."

"Is it coming off?" She questioned.

"Maybe you should use some soap. Here, let me try." He grabbed the small fresh bottle of soap and squirted some in his hands palms. "Step out of the water for a minute." He instructed, watching how she stepped closer to him. "Come here."

Evee sighed, feeling how he gently crooked her head and stared at the poor vulgar image. "Who did this anyways?" He mumbled, "Hold this in front of your eyes so the soap won't get in them." He handed her a washing cloth. Evee immediately grabbed it and covered her closed eyes with it. She felt Harry gently rubbing the soap on her cheek with his thumb.

"Who do you think?" She spoke, crooking her head to give him better access. "Is it coming off?"

"None of my friends or family, that's for sure." He mumbled, a little annoyed. "Just a slight bit, I think it will take a while." He watched how the dark lines turned light but were still evident on her cheeks.

"We were just having fun." She spoke, trying to defend Mathias.

"I know you were." He shortly said.

"It's just a stupid drawing, Harry. It's my bachelorette, what did you think we would do, knit sweaters?" She mumbled, standing still so he could continue his work. He just stilled his movements and looked at her. "Should I remind you what you were doing when you were my age?"

"I didn't have a freaking penis drawing on my face two weeks before my wedding." He mumbled.

"No you're right." Evee stepped back, crossing her arms. "You had your naked ass planted in all of the magazines. That's so much better."

"Stop it." He warningly glanced at her.

"No you stop it, Harry. I know it was a stupid idea, I get it but yes, we were drunk. I'm sorry I didn't drink cranberry juice on my bachelorette party. It is what it is, it's on my face and it will come off. Just keep scrubbing forgodsake. You whining about it won't make it go away." She grabbed some soap of her own and stepped back underneath the shower to scrub it off herself.

He just stared at her, slowly blinking. He honestly didn't know how the mood changed to rapidly. Whether it was her hangover, the fact that the stupid drawing didn't come off so easily or even himself, being a little irritated by the many strippers in that video, Harry just didn't know. "I'm sorry, okay."

"It's fine. We're just both a little hungover. Let's just try and get this thing off and then we can have some time of our own." Evee spoke, turning her eyes towards his from underneath the water.

"Okay." He sighed, stepping underneath the water with her. He carefully wrapped his arms around her shoulder and placed a kiss underneath her ear. He felt her hand rubbing his neck from beside him. "I love you, you know that." She mumbled, "I missed you last night."

"I love you too." He replied, a smile upon his face. "I'm sorry I was a little annoyed at your friends."

"It's fine. Did you like your stripper?" Evee grinned, turning around with a grin. "I told you my tits look better, don't they?"

"They do." He sighed, placing his head in the crook of her neck. "Don't ever leave me."

"I won't." She grinned, carefully massaging his scalp. "You won't get rid of me so easily, penis or no penis on my face. Just twelve more days, then you'll be mine always."

"I like the sound of always." Harry muttered into her neck.

Author's  note: I'm getting this story on a fast forward train, haha. Just six  more chapters until the wedding. (94/95/96/97/98/99). I'm excited. Next  is the final fitting of the dress and her parents will be there for  that. You will know which dress it is in the next chapter.