Harry was picking at the salmon on his plate. He hated being here, as a matter of fact, he wasn't even supposed to come with his brother and his brother's new wife in their tour through France, but at the last minute his father told him he had to as to look like a "happy family" or some bullshit reason of the sort. So now, he was stuck here at a state dinner with William and Kate, and the rest of Paris' high society. Harry had nothing against his brother and his new sister-in-law; in fact he loved them both to death, but dinners such as this one had a tendency to dull his brain with boredom until he couldn't think straight anymore.
He looked across the table at the blonde in a Versace gown making eyes at him. She was the embodiment of one of the reasons why he hated events like this one so much; women just threw themselves at him like Parisian whores just because he was a prince, with little regard for him as a person. He could be a total asshole to them and that wouldn't change a thing, it made Harry sick to his stomach.
Harry got up from the table and walked outside for some fresh air, the warm summer night air cleared his head a bit. He knew that there was no way in hell he could go back and sit through another minute of that dinner without screaming, so he slipped past his body guards at the door, stepped into the street and started walking. He didn't know where he was actually going but he kept walking down the street anyways, anything was better at this point that the prospect of going back to that damn dinner.
He walked for a few blocks when he stopped in front of a bar,
la fée noire
, the sign above the entrance read. He figured he could use a drink or two, so he went inside and ordered a bloody mary. As he was looking for a place to sit, his eyes fell upon a girl sitting on an empty table near the back of the bar sipping on a margarita. He didn't know what drove him to walk over to where she was sitting; it was as if an invisible cord was pulling him towards her, like magnetism.
"Vous dérange si je vous accompagner?"
She looked up at Harry with the most beautiful almond shaped blue eyes he had ever seen. "Oh, I'm sorry I don't speak French." She smiled weakly.
"Ah, in that case, I'll repeat my question in English, Do you mind if I sit down with you for a bit?"
"Not at all" she said pointing at the empty chair in front of her.
He sat down and could not stop starring at the girl in front of him; she was by far the prettiest girl Harry had ever seen. She was petite, about 5'5", although it was hard to tell since she was sitting down, with curly brown hair, high cheek bones, and a set of full lips. He wondered for a second what it would be like to kiss those lips, to slip his tongue between them and taste and explore her mouth.
Geez control yourself man, you just met her!
"Without being too nosy, may I ask why a lovely lady such as you, who doesn't speak French, is doing all by herself in a bar in Paris?"
She smiled and blushed at his question "Well, my friends all decided to ditch me tonight so I came here to pass the time a bit"
