Run(a)Way S.T

"That is ridicules! I'm British not Danish and I'm a graphic artist not a princess," I exclaim while watching Harry. How crazy is he? How did he come up with such an outrageous story?
"Come-sit!" He commands. He puts in front of me a file waiting for me to sit down and open it.
"Sean has a pep he pays to let him know about all the big stories coming out. Apparently this has been cooking for a while.. When I started working for mum and they followed me to the fashion house one of them got a glance of you coming in or leaving or whatever- anyway, point is he figured you look very familiar to him and he started to investigate-" he hands over another photo.
"First he thought you’re a model as well, but he then discovered what it was- you look just like queen Eva."
The photo in my hands is of a beautiful woman who looks just like me. She has pale skin and big blue eyes and dark long hair.
"He started digging and found out you don't only share the queen's looks but you also have the same eyes as the princess and that you're adopted and about the same age of Princess Elena," Harry is counting his fingers, watching me carefully.
"This is mad.. This cannot be true- you said Denmark- how would a Danish princess get adopted in Britain this is-this is fiction!" I am baffled with the length that people are willing to go for a story.
"Ellie- what do you know about your family? About your life before the adoption?" He questions softly.
"Not much," I reply honestly "I don't remember much before I got adopted.. And I never looked into it.. I love my parents and I am happy with the way my life is," I am still looking at the queen's photo. She seems sad..
"Ellie.. you need to know this will be all over the news today- and if people believe this... the Danish will contact you and-"
"Oh my god! My parents! They don't know about this! What if people show up at their home? Harry! This madness will break their hearts!" I exclaim. I feel the panic rise and the anxiety starting to settle in my chest.
Harry nods and brings his phone to his ear.
"Get ready," He tells me before talking to the person on the other side of the line.
"Sean you need to have security at Ellie's parents home - no pep should get pass the lawn," He orders. I have never seen him so efficient like these past few days.
"I'm taking her over right when she is ready.. Yes.. Thanks mate," he ends the call and eyes me. "Are you going to sit there or change so we can drive to your parents?" He questions.
I push out my chair and hurry to my room. I slide into jeans and pull on a jumper. I rush to wash my face and brush my teeth. When I'm done I get hold of my phone and purse and head back to where I have left Harry.
"Here, take this.. It's camomile it should calm you," He hands over a cuppa.
"I'm calm," I reply but take it nonetheless, knowing deep down I really do need this.
We head out and I lock the door. I am scared to be ambushed by peps but it's early and quiet.
"The story isn't out yet so you still have a few hours of silence.." Harry opens the car door for me. I get in carefully so I won't spill the tea.
Harry gets in beside me and starts the car. I don't know how he knows where my parents live or why he is even taking me to them but I don't ask.
I feel sick. This isn't true. I am no royalty and this fiction will only drag my name and my parents in the dirt.
"You should let Zoe know where you're going.. She’ll wake up with you gone and worry," He notes quietly.
He is right. I send her a text saying I decided to visit my parents. She doesn't need to know what's going on right now.
I am having a hard time sitting in the car, Harry's words haunting me.
"Look Ellie.. This can be a big mistake.. But... Don't you want to know for sure? I mean.. You have a family somewhere out there-"
"A family that didn't want me- that gave me up!" I cut in.
"Or a family that you were taken from.. Or that couldn't provide you a good life then but who miss you," He says softly.
I know Harry has this thing with family, always looking for his mother's affection and such but it doesn't put us in the same situation or make it alright for him to pry.
"I have a family I'm happy with. They love me and I love them and that is more than enough for me," my tone is final.
The rest of the ride is quite, soft low music playing in the background.
I gaze out the window watch as the landscape changes as we get closer to my parents town.
An hour later Harry turns into my Parents’ Street, and parks in front of their home.
The street is quiet, and as we get out of the car Harry points to a car parked on the far side saying those are Sean's agents.
We pad up to the door and I knock lightly.
"Oh Eleanor?! Robert! Eleanor is home! What a wonderful surprise," mum opens the door and inches over to pull me into her arms. She hugs me tightly and kisses my cheek leaving a million kisses all over.
"And you have a friend with you," She turns to Harry when she is done squeezing me.
"Mum, this is-"
"I know who this is! Every woman and man on planet earth knows this face- come give an old lady a hug dear," Mum holds her hands wide. Harry lets out a chuckle, hugging mum.
"Lovely to meet you mum," he flashes his smile. The one where his dimples are so defined it just takes your breath away.
Dad comes in to view walking slowly over to us.
"Lauren why are they stood at the door let them in," Dad calls.
"Daddy.. What have you done to yourself this time?" I sigh, passing my mum so I can get over to him.
"I pulled a muscle in my back I'm afraid.. Your dad is getting old my dear," he taps my back as I lean into kiss his cheek.
"It's nice meeting you Mr. Clark," Harry offers my dad his hand to shake. Dad takes it, shaking it firmly.
"You have a good hand shake son," Dad tells him.
"You know what that means right?" Dad turns to me. I shove him playfully as we make our way into the lounge.
"Means I'm a keeper," Harry whispers into my ear. I roll my eyes at him and sit down across from dad. Mum has gone to get us some drinks. Once she is back, she places a tray full of cookies and tea on the little table in front of us.
"Darling, you should have told us you're coming.. I could have gotten all your favourite foods together," She claims, sitting down next to dad.
“Yes- she could have made your favourite cake as well- she doesn’t bake for me anymore- but if you’d tell her she would have for you,” Dad holds his hand up to his mouth, whispering loudly to me. I giggle slightly at his ridicules behaviour.
“You cannot have sweets and you know that- so stop trying to get your daughter to go against me and your doctor,” Mum scolds him playfully, making Harry laugh softly.
“Still, next time let us know ahead of time, since you can have sweets, we would have filled the jar up for you,” Dad states.
"Well it was on short notice," I say slowly.
"What is the matter Eleanor? You seem upset," Mum crinkles her forehead, picking up on my unease.
"I wanted you to hear it from me before seeing it in the paper," I start.
"See what?" Dad questions.
"Well... some pep got the idea that I... I might be the abducted princess.. from.. Denmark," I tell them, my voice low. My parents are quiet. I look down at my hands while I explain.
"One of them got a glimpse of me and decided I look like queen Eva and started investigating.. He came across the fact I'm adopted and that I too have one blue and one green eye... just like the princess and it's going to be all over the news today and the peps will be everywhere and they will be here as well- and I just.. You should know that it's rubbish!" I say once seeing their worried looks.
"I don't believe this nonsense and I really don't care since you're my parents- you raised me- you're the only family I have- the only family I need," I hurry to assure them.
"Oh Eleanor... Don't worry about us- how are you coping with this?"Mum sighs worried for me.
"I don't know.." I say truthfully.
"How is she doing with all this?" Mum directs the question to Harry.
"The same way Ellie deals with everything.. Chin up and independently," He replies.
"That's not true.. I let you drive me over.. And I only now heard about this nonsense and wanted to get to you lot before anything," I hurry to explain.
"You did. What now?" Dad asks simply.
"I guess we wait for this to blow over," I shrug.
“So there is going to be a story about you in the news- saying you’re the lost princess?” Mum is trying to get this straight.
“That’s what she just said dear- it’s a little like that Disney movie- with the Russian princess- what was her name?” Dad rubs his head.
“Anastasia Robert- it’s not like that at all- she was Russian and Eleanor is British and didn’t grow up in an orphanage- really- how could you say that,” Mum seems slightly upset.
“It’s not the point mum- the point is you need to get ready for people reacting to this,” I try and get them back on track.
“All right. SO this is going to be in the paper... and then what?” Dad questions.
“And then we need to get ready for- for what do we need to get ready for Harry? What’s next?” I turn to him, not sure what I should be doing, not thinking as far as after talking to my parents.
Harry is about to answer, but his phone rings.
He fishes it out of his pocket apologizing.
"It's Sean," He informs sending a glance to the screen. He answers in front of us and I watch him curiously as he listens to Sean."I hear you.. Thanks mate," is all Harry says before ending the call.
He glances around at us his gaze stopping on me, his lips pressed together.
“What is it?” I question.
"You want to know what's next? You can start by opening the door for the Royal executive," He tells us.

Notes

Hi lovely people who wrote such nice things about my story!

It was so lovely to read your comments that I have decided to update another chapter today...

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