"Cheers to me and my well behaving personality! May my manners forever be gone with this pint!" Evee slurred as she pointed her beer in the air.

"Woo!" Jared yelled, doing the same gesture. "Cheers to our Evee!" He threw his arm around the nurse her shoulders.

Eveline finally had a few days off work. The charity event was six days ago, making today a fridaynight and best of it all, it was not her working weekend. She could sleep for days if she wanted to and drink whatever she wanted to. She only started working back on tuesday with a late shift.

Janice and Chloe seemed in a good mood after the polo match so she could only assume things went well. She didn't recieve any negative feedback so Evee was quite happy. Things were finally in the past, she could enjoy life again without not too many responsibilities, apart from work.

She was sitting in her favourite pub in south London. It was her favourite because they actually served Belgian beer, she thought most beer in England tasted like water. She was used to something stronger. "So you're sure you absolutely didn't do anything wrong at the event?" Freddy spoke, holding back a smile, his eyes glinstering.

"I was a perfect lady." Apart from the whole smoking cigarettes and keeping an eye on her cellphone.

"It's hard to believe. Who would have thought you might grow up to be a real adult." Freddy teased.

"I am a real adult! I do adulty things." Evee said dramatically, waving her hand in the air.

"If you mean having sex and drinking, then yes, you must be eighty years old." Jared spoke.

"I am capable of doing other things!" She was about to point out the fact that she nearly paid all her bills on time when her cellphone lit up. She noticed it was a private call, she never answered those.

"You not going to get that?" Fred spoke, bringing the bottle of beer to his lips.

"Nah, I don't take private calls. It's nine thirty pm on a friday night. No one needs me right now."

"Might be something important."

"If it's important they'll call back." Evee mumbled, "You guys want something else?" She spoke, lifting her ass from the wooden chair.

"Another beer will be good. You pick, you know best." Fred spoke.

"Same for me."

Eveline nodded her head and turned around, dragging her high heeled covered feet towards the bar. Back at the table, Fred noticed that Evee had left her phone and saw that yet again, a private call came in.

He didn't want to interfere, yet he did want the phone to stop ringing. He quickly opened the call meanwhile Jared was mouthing 'what the hell are you doing?'.

"The Bouquet residence, lady of the house speaking." Fred spoke in a high voice, he obviously already had too much to drink.

"Euhm? Is this Eveline's phone?" Fred thought the caller didn't have a lot of humor or just didn't watch any television.

"Yes. Who's this?"

"It's Harry, is she there?" Harry? Fred didn't know Evee had a friend named Harry. Maybe it was someone from Belgium, that would explain the private call as well. He did have quite an accent though... Fred didn't feel like thinking too much, he had one too many pints for that.

"She's getting drinks. Hold on a bit." Of course she would be out, Harry thought, it was a fridaynight. He should have known better than to call now. He had been staring at her number for six days. He honestly had no clue how to do things like this, he didn't have the experience. The prince didn't even know how she would react, he was sure Chloe hadn't told her she gave Harry Evee's number.

Suddenly he had the overwhelming feeling to hang up the phone. It was too much. She wasn't interested in him. Just when he was about to end the call her heard the guy speak to Evee, "Harry's on the phone."

"You picked up my phone? You twat! Harry? I don't know any Harry's... Apart from Harry Potter."

"I'm pretty sure it's not Harry Potter." Harry heard Evee argue with her friend.

"Just give me my damn phone." He heard some cracking as he assumed her friend handed over her phone. "Hello?"

Harry's hands started to sweat, "Hi Eveline."

"Hi... Who's this?"

"It's Harry."

"Harry who." Eveline was certain she didn't know any Harry's. Maybe he got the wrong number... He did call her by name though.

"Harry Of Wales."

"Harry of snails?" Evee couldn't really understand the guy through the phone, the music was quite loud. "Hold on a bit, I don't understand. I'm gonna go outside." She yelled in her phone. Turning towards Freddy, who was still standing there with the drinks in his hands, she spoke. "I'm gonna go outside, I don't understand the guy."

Fred nodded, "Do you know who he is?"

"Apparentely Harry of Snails. Do you know if there's somesort of business called Snails in the area? Maybe they want to sell me something." She shrugged, she wasn't sober enough to comprehend the conversation.

Freddy just shook his head. Harry on the otherhand was laughing his ass off. Harry of Snails. This was too much for him. He knew she was something special but this was something totally different. She thought he was a businessguy, of a shop, named 'Snails'. Who in their right mind would call their shop 'Snails'?!

He heard some rustling through the phone and tried to calm his laughter when she finally answered. "Yes, hi I'm back. Sorry about that. Who's this again?"

"Harry. Harry of WALES."

Odd last name, she thought. "Okay. And what is it that you want?"

God this girl is thick, he thought. "Prince Harry, Eveline."

Prince Harry.

Prince Harry.

Wait.

Prince harry?!

The cigarette that she was just about to light up, fell off her lips and on to the ground. "You're kidding me, right?"

"Afraid I am not kidding you, no."

"This must be a prank call."

"It is not. I assure you."

"Prove it." She demanded. She was sure Jared was inside fucking her over. He knew she was very naieve.

"Euhm, you called me Ed Sheeran."

The guys knew she called the prince Ed Sheeran, it proved nothing. "How did you get my number?"

"Chloe actually gave it to me." Harry was already relieved that the conversation went smoothly. She might have not believed him but atleast she didn't hang up.

"Means nothing. Prove it."

"Well, you fought a pirate named Burt?" He spoke hopefuly.

Fuck.

She was going to kill Chloe!

That girl. She was dead.

Janice will have to find another nurse, this one wouldn't survive.

"Great." Evee mumbled. "And she gave you my number becaaauusseee..."

"Because I thought you were nice?"

"Just nice?" She spoke bravely, she had ended calls for less than just nice.

"And funny and pretty."

Okay, now she had to smile, just a little. "Aw, prince Harry called me pretty." Evee spoke teasingly.

"Yes well, you are." He answered with a smile on his face.

"Do you always call random girls on fridaynights? It this a booty call? I'm not sure if I understand British men very well." Her filter had dissapeared three beers ago and she knew she'd regret this in the morning.

She heard Harry laugh on the other side, she had to admit he had a nice laugh. "This is not a booty call no. And no I do not call random girls."

"Yes well, why did you call then?"

Harry felt his nerves pick up again, "Yes well, I wanted to ask if you wanted to grab a drink with me."

"Now?" Evee scrunched up her nose.

"Well no, tomorrownight actually."

She had to think, she didn't really have any plans for tomorrow but she wasn't sure if she wanted to go out with him. She was surprised he wasn't as stiff as she thought he would be at the polo match. She didn't ever think a prince would be interested in a regular nurse. "I'm just a nurse though."

"You're not just a nurse. You save people's lives, that means something."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'll have a drink with you."

"Really?!" He couldn't help but grin, Harry never thought she'd say yes so quickly.

Eveline knew that out of all the dumb things she had done while being drunk, this was probably the dumbest.