Somewhere in Harlem
Harry stood to great the beautiful girl. He was so anxious, it had been so long since he had been in the presence of such a beautiful girl. She stepped slowly into the light. As if floating, his dream girl appeared with red hair and a face covered with freckles? He stared into her hazel eyes and realized he had been seeing something of an Emma Parker-Bowles in Harlem. How stupid can I be? Harry had to think, not everyone is perfect.
"Harry. So, you don't look like you belong here." she said handing him the tray of food. Might as well be nice, plus she is dressed like my cousins.
"I help down here, I contribute and the like. I live a bit more upstairs than this." Aya, your telling lies.
"Oh. I was wondering, do you know where the Plaza Hotel is? By the way, this is a shelter?" Learn, for future reference. Ha.
"I'll take you to the Plaza, I live near there. And this is more of an abandoned warehouse turned home for about 50 families and assorted others."
Glaya offered Harry a friendly smile and they were off. She was growing on him, she was incredibly sarcastic...it worked well with his humor. It was broad daylight and after they went by taxi to the Plaza, Glaya asked Harry to head out with her...to run some errands.
In Unidentified Room(s)
William woke up, groggy. He took a quick glimpse around the room and noticed that his surroundings had changed a bit. It was obviously a different room, there was a mattress with colorful but faded stripe sheets. There was also a comforter, quite old and fraying on the bottom. Also, the rag had been taken out of his mouth.
William hugged his small sleeping area. The room's furnishings were sparse, as in the other room, but in the opposite corner there was a glint of silver. His heart beat faster in his chest. What would his captures be so stupid as to leave in the room? The walk was agonizing, he was still quite disconnected since his awakening.
He approached and what he saw took a stab at his chest. "Mum!" The pain spread through his body, physical pain. William collapsed in a lifeless wreck on the cold wooden floor and cried. For almost two hours William wept, a rainstorm onto the old, tarnished frame.
William had no idea that Zara had been listening to him for the entire of the two hours as he cried. Zara sat on her mattress in the adjoining room and was tortured by mental anguish, imagining what could make someone so strong as William collapse and cry for a moment in time.
Meanwhile, A Shopping District Of New York
"Can you afford this Aya?" Was this girl the same person he had met just hours earlier?
"Yes, Harry, you are not the only person who leads a life of privilege. I'm not sure where you're from, but you have a lot to learn. You aren't the smartest or richest, sometimes you act as if you are royalty!"
"Glaya, I'm not the only person who has something to learn..."
The two proceeded from store to store, picking up items for the family Glaya had grown to love in Harlem, a baby rattle for their little girl, a teddy bear for the little boy whose parents had abandoned him, and a brightly wrapped gift for her brother's birthday.
Glaya was hilarious and ambitious. Her dream of international law meant that she would visit him in London and when he was on holidays. But he had just met her, she wasn't the type of girl he usually fell for, and she was already a closer friend than some of his Eton friends. He wanted to tell her so badly about everything that had been building inside of him since the day that he had been born.
She watched Harry dip his big soft pretzel of his into some more spicy cheese. She liked him a lot, he was already a better friend than most of hers off at school. Does he know? Have any idea? Glaya wanted so badly to tell Harry everything, why she was in Harlem in the first place, why she was there so often when it was evident that she didn't have to be.
"William! Oh god!" Something had been bothering him but Aya could take his mind off of anything.
"William? Whose William? Harry, what's up?"
"My brother, the reason I was in Harlem in the first place, we have to find him...he could be in danger!" Aya move faster, dammit!
"Excuse me mister 'we have to run now'! Can you tell me where we are going?"
"Back to Harlem. William is in one of those buildings nearby."
"Whose William? William and Harry? You are British, you talk about your family, you are the spare!"
"Yes, don't call me that! I am the spare! Come on, my brother is going to be killed! Extreme, yes I did forget this small detail but its not my fault, its yours!"
"I knew you had an 'I'm so perfect' complex. Don't blame your inept brain on me! Can't this taxi go any faster, sir?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Unidentified Room(s)
William laid on the floor silent for a long while before quietly removing the picture from some time ago from the frame. He gingerly clutched the magazine cut out of his mother with he and his brother when they were both very youthful and exuberant.
"Mummy, help me..."
As William began to speak to himself Zara entered the room in a frenzy. He noticed as she buzzed around the room in search of something that she had no wrinkles on her forehead, her eyebrows weren't in the middle of her forehead either, the way they would have been if she had a face lift. Her nose had a bandage and her lips were a bit uneven...her cheekbones looked natural and not perfectly symmetrical.
"You lied. Fake name, who is Christina Mah? And 43, you would be lucky to pass as 20. Children, three yes? Where are the stretchmarks on your stomach? You couldn't wear something like that after three children."
"You know nothing! Shut up!"
"I'm right, aren't I?"
"So I lied a little bit. No, I couldn't pay for surgery...but ransom, yes, the ransom I get from your daddy will surly cover it. You don't know what its like to be asked 'Are you Zara' and 'Are you Prince William's cousin' all your life. So I figure, get rid of the royal children, earn a bundle of money in the process, and once it is done I go on with a happy and profitable lifestyle!"
"But you can't just kill us, there are quite a few people who will miss the youth of England's monarchy. There will be investigations conducted on both continents, everyone will be looking for you! What about thug one and thug two, your ugly helpers? They get their money and run for the press! How about that?"
"Shut up...I...I...I don't like you!"
"Oh, and don't slam the door on your way out!"
But it was too late, Zara's look-alike was gone off to find a gun. I guess she didn't always keep one in her silk stalkings after all!
