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Chapter Two

A/N: This is only chapter two, so we’re still getting into it, but I would appreciate any feedback as the story is still new and I’m still getting the feel of it.

Harry squinted out over the polo field, frowning. It was only the third match of the season, but already the grounds were packed. Polo was becoming a more and more popular sport – or maybe it was just because he and William would be playing – but the numbers of spectators each week were growing.

“You see Kate?” William asked from behind Harry. “She said she was going to find a good spot to sit with the kids, so that they could see me.”

“I can’t see her,” Harry said, dropping the tent flap and moving back into the changing rooms, pulling his t-shirt over his head. “Hey, feel free to let her get into your head, you know? Feel free to distract yourself and fall off your horse.” He was grinning.

William smirked too. “At least then you’ll be in with a chance of winning, huh?”

One of Harry’s team, a guy called Albert, barked a laugh from across the room. “You mean, at least then you’ll have an excuse for losing.”

“Other than just being shit,” Harry’s other teammate, Nathan, quipped. All the guys chuckled, changing into their polo kit. William’s last team member entered the tent just as Harry was buttoning up his white trousers.

“Sorry I’m late,” John said breathlessly, already unbuttoning his shirt. “James was being a pain, he wouldn’t get dressed.”

William laughed. “Kids, eh?”

“More like my wife not being able to control them,” John answered, laughing too. “Honestly. And then Lily didn’t want to put sun cream on even though it’s like the Mediterranean out there.”

“It really is a lovely day,” Nathan agreed, but John’s words had a different effect on Harry. John’s kids were here, at polo? Outside in the sun? With Ellie? Ellie was here?!

Half of Harry wanted to dance with joy, the other wanted to curse and leave immediately. He’d tried to avoid thinking about her for most of the four days since they’d met, and he’d just managed to start succeeding in it. And now, seeing her again, he was sure it would send him back to how he’d been on Tuesday night.

“So two of your team will be distracted by missus in the crowd,” Albert said, smirking. “Interesting, looks like this should be a walk in the park, eh, H?”

Harry looked up, realizing he had no idea what Albert had just said. He nodded. “Yeah,” he said blankly, trying to cover it up. “Yeah, definitely.”

“Alright boys,” Andrew, the polo manager, said, coming into the tent. “You all ready to saddle up? The game should be starting in five minutes.”

“Let’s go,” William said, leading the guys out the back to the stables. Harry followed, the familiar thrill of anticipation of playing polo rushing through him.

*** “You’re Ellie, right?”

Ellie looked up from where she was sat on the grass at the sound of a familiar, eloquent voice. The Duchess of Cambridge was stood there, adorable princess Charlotte sat on her hip.

“Yes,” Ellie said, jumping to her feet and holding out a hand.

“I’m Kate, William’s wife,” Kate said, smiling. “William said that you would be here today, and I hear that our husbands are pretty good friends.”

“They are indeed,’ Ellie said, laughing lightly. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too. Can I sit?”

“Of course.” Ellie returned her backside to the hard ground as the Duchess copied her, sitting Charlotte on her lap and looking out over the field. “Is your son not here?”

“Oh, he is,” Kate said. “He’s over there with William’s cousin Zara. He loves playing with their daughter Mia. William said that you and John have kids?”

‘Yes, James and Lily,” Ellie said, gesturing to the playpark on the corner of the grounds, where two little blond children could be seen running around. “They’re four.”

“Aw, they’re adorable,” Kate said. “Oh, here we go.”

Ellie looked ahead to see the eight horses trotting out onto the field, their riders looking strong and powerful atop them. Ellie spotted John – she couldn’t miss that arrogant smirk – and she saw William too. They were wearing matching shirts, and then she let her eyes wonder over to the other team, adorned with green. One of them looked particularly good on top of his horse, his strong arms clenching and unclenching as he pulled his ride into place on the pitch. Ellie found herself watching him, number 2, as the game began.

“I find polo so soothing to watch,” Kate said. “Do you ride?”

“I used to, not since I’ve had the twins,” Ellie said. “I never played polo though.”

“No, me neither,” Kate said. “Actually, I’m allergic to horses.”

“Oh my goodness, no way!” Ellie said, laughing. “You married into the wrong family.”

“Tell me about it, William and Harry have been playing polo all their lives, I swear.”

Ellie’s mind flickered back to her conversation with Harry, and her stomach clenched at the thought. She hadn’t let it on, but his charming smile and dancing blue eyes had made her insides warm. She glanced out at the pitch, wondering if he was playing today. She couldn’t remember if he had said he was. “Oh yes, I met Harry at Ascot, he was telling me that he plays polo.”

“Yeah, he’s playing today, I think,” Kate said, examining the players. “Yeah, that’s him. On the green team.”

Ellie’s breath caught, almost as if she knew what was coming. “What number?”

“Er, 2,” Kate said. “Harry’s exciting to watch, he always takes risks. I’ve seen him get thrown off his horse a few times.”

Ellie managed a laugh, her gaze still fixed on number 2, except now she had a name and face to go with that body – and it wasn’t helping.

“Mummy!” called a high little voice, and Ellie looked round to welcome Lily into her arms. Lily clambered onto her for a cuddle, nuzzling her face into her mother’s chest. “James pushed me off the swings.”

“Did he?” Ellie asked with mock outrage, then looked round to see her son approaching too. “James, were you being mean to Lily?”

“No, her time was up!” James said.

“Wasn’t!” Lily sniffled.

“Was, I was counting!”

“You can’t count!” Lily argued.

“Can!”

“Can’t!”

“Okay, okay,” Ellie said tiredly. “Don’t argue. See, now that girl has finished on the other swing why don’t you both go and play on them?”

The twins ran off, all previous discontentment forgotten.

“God, I don’t know how you cope with twins,” Kate mused. “I only survived because one of them was too young to argue with the other.”

Ellie laughed lightly. “They’re okay, they’re usually very good, but it was a hot night last night and I don’t think they got much sleep.”

“It really was hot! I can’t believe this weather,” Kate said. “It’s lovely, really.”

“Hmm,” Ellie agreed, examining her bare legs to see whether she was getting any sun. They glared back at her, still very white. “You must be boiling in jeans.”

“I am, I’m really regretting not wearing a summer dress,” she answered. “I’m rather envious of yours, I must say.”

“Oh, thank you,” Ellie said. “It’s from Next.”

At that moment, there was a loud outcry from the watching crowd and both women’s heads snapped round to see what had happened – one of the green players was on the ground, and a white player still sat atop his horse was stood beside him, looking innocent. Ellie recognized John.

“Oh god, I think that’s Harry,” Kate said, for she had stood up to see. Ellie got to her feet too, worried. “He looks okay.”

Harry was not okay. Harry was fuming. He stood up from the ground, swearing under his breath, and dusted the dirt off his white trousers. He could feel his cheeks burning under the attention of all the spectators, but instead of looking at them he glared up at John.

“Sorry,” John said, smirking, evidently not sorry in the slightest.

“Fuck you, you know that’s against the rules,” Harry spat.

“Aw, baby,” John taunted, riding away. Harry glared at him, chest heaving.

“Harry, you alright?” William said, trotting over. Harry managed a nod, rubbing his arm which was bruised from the fall before pulling himself back on to his horse. “You sure?”

“Yes, William, I’m fine,” Harry said impatiently. “Can we just get on with it so I can beat you and wipe that look off that smug prick’s face?”

William raised his eyebrows in surprise, then nodded over at the referee, who signaled at the players to resume the game. Harry galloped away, to the side, taking a moment to make sure his helmet was on okay.

“Harry!” someone called from outside the field. He looked up to see Kate and sat beside her his stomach clenched – was Ellie. “You okay?!”

“Yeah,” he said, throwing them both a cheeky smile. “Just got ahead of myself.”

Kate laughed. “What did I tell you?” she said to Ellie. “He’s fearless.”

Ellie laughed lightly, her eyes on Harry as he tightened the strap round his neck. He glanced her way once more, sending a thrill through her, before he ran back towards the game.

Harry was determined to show John, to teach him for forcing him off his horse. Part of him wondered whether John knew about the thoughts going round Harry’s head whenever Ellie was near, but he was sure it was more likely to be competitiveness. He seemed to remember William saying that John always made a game of polo more interesting. And, if that was by cheating, then Harry didn’t know if he wanted to play with him any more.

But he had to, at least for this game, so he decided to teach him a lesson by basically tailing him for the rest of the match.

“Will you piss off?!” John hissed five minutes later, after noticing that Harry never strayed far from his side, unless it was to dart across the field and score a point.

“I’m just playing the game,” Harry said innocently, smirking at him.

John scowled. “You’re not allowed to tail people.”

“Oh, is it against the rules?” Harry taunted. “Aw, baby.”

John’s face contorted furiously, and he galloped away, closely followed by Harry, who stole the small ball from him and hit it away, towards Nathan, who took it and scored another goal. Harry’s team were winning.

“You’ll fucking pay for that,” John snapped at Harry.

Harry merely laughed, enjoying this far more than he should’ve been.

Harry’s team ended up winning, with Harry cutting across John so John had to pull his horse back, nearly falling off in the process. As the whistle signaled the end of the game and the crowds applauded the winning team, Harry couldn’t help but glance over at Ellie and Kate. The two women were clapping, and he was sure that Ellie’s eyes were on him, not her husband.

No, that was probably just wishful thinking. He followed the rest of his team off the pitch.

*** Harry was drenched in sweat when he followed William out of the changing tent. John had already left in silence – sore loser – and Harry was in high spirits as he accompanied his brother over to where Kate was sat. Ellie was still sat there too.

“Aw, you played so well, darling,” Kate said, getting to her feet to pat William’s shoulder reassuringly.

“Just not well enough,” William said lightly, not too bothered. “Ah well. Where’s John?”

“He’s over there with the twins,” Ellie said, also standing up. Harry hadn’t noticed before, but she was wearing a short flowy summer dress that fluttered in the light breeze. She smiled up at him. “Congratulations.”

He couldn’t help but grin. “Thanks, it was a good game.”

“Only cause you won,” she teased lightly. “Are you okay, though? I saw you fall off.”

“Yeah, no thanks to that husband of yours,” he said playfully, although the thought of John made Harry want to punch something. “Well, guess I got him back.”

“You certainly did,” Ellie said, glancing over at where John was stood, watching his children play on the slide. She looked almost worried as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“You okay?’ Harry asked.

“Yeah, just wondering what sort of mood he’ll be in now,” she said without thinking, then immediately wished she hadn’t. She didn’t like to talk about how horrible John could be when he was in a bad mood. She usually just kept her mouth shut and got on with life. To be honest, she had no idea why she’d said anything. Harry just seemed to do that – his eyes were too knowing. He was basically asking you to open up to him.

“Mood?” he quoted. “Shit, is he a really sore loser?”

“Yeah,” Ellie said, sticking to that explanation.

“Sorry,” Harry said, grinning. “That’ll teach him for pushing me off my horse.”

Her green eyes widened. “He pushed you?!”

“Pretty much,” he said. “But don’t worry, what happens on the field stays on the field.”

“Yeah,” she said, laughing lightly, almost nervously. She didn’t know what to say but she didn’t want the conversation to end. “You played really well.”

“Thanks,” he said, her compliment filling him up with delight. “I didn’t realise you were going to be here today.”

“Me neither, to be honest,” she said. “It was so sunny, though. We couldn’t resist the day out.”

“No, that’s true,” he said, shielding his eyes and looking over the pitch. “It really is a lovely day. Feels like summer.”

Ellie smiled at him, and he smiled back at her, both knowing their conversation was over but neither wanting to walk away. Beside them, Kate suddenly interrupted.

“Ellie, you and John are coming to the barbecue for William’s birthday, right?” Kate asked. “Next week?”

“Yeah, John said about it,” Ellie said, nodding.

“What about me?” Harry asked cheekily. “Where’s my invite?”

Kate rolled her eyes. “You’re already coming, silly.”

“You’re bringing the beer, remember?” William said, grinning. “You have one job, Harry. Don’t let me down.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there,” Harry said, throwing a crooked smile Ellie’s way, and she returned it, feeling her heart flutter in response. God, what was wrong with her?!

“Good game, Harry,” John said, joining them and snaking an arm round his wife’s waist.

“Thanks, John,” Harry said evenly. “At one point I thought you had it in the bag.”

“Hmm,” John said, his eyes hard. “So did I.”

“We’re just discussing the barbecue next week,” William said, breaking the tension. “No kids, alright?”

“Do you have something against the twins?” Ellie challenged playfully.

“Nothing at all, George and Charlotte won’t be there either,” William said. “It’ll just be nice to have everyone there, chilling, drinking, relaxing.”

“Sounds good,” John said. “We’ll bring some wine.”

Harry felt like leaving. He wasn’t really part of this conversation, and he wanted to go over and speak to his cousin Zara. Eventually, he forced himself to walk away from the group – bidding them goodbye with a last sweeping glance thrown Ellie’s way – and he joined Zara, Mike and Mia.

Ellie watched him leave, her eyes moving down his tight white jeans, those broad shoulders. Damn, he was incredibly fit, those arms were so strong. Every inch of him, from his polo boots to the ginger hairs that graced his jaw, reeked power and style. Maybe that was why she felt this way – because he had importance as well as good looks.

Over an hour later, when the spectators were starting to leave for home and Nathan had already bid Harry farewell, Harry saw Ellie strapping the twins into the car. Her words had been echoing round his head – about John’s moods – and he wanted to make sure that it wasn’t what he thought it was. He jogged up to her.

“Ellie!” he called, before she could get into the car herself. She turned, the wind ruffling her auburn hair, and she broke into a smile.

“Oh, hi,” she said. “Everything okay?”

“I just…I wanted to make sure…what you said earlier…about John being in a bad mood…” Harry struggled to find the words. “Everything’s okay, right?”

Ellie raised her eyebrows. “Okay?”

“Like, I mean, I know it’s not my place to pry but I’d never forgive myself if I knew and something happened to you-” He hesitated. ‘He doesn’t…hurt you…does he?”

“Of course not,” Ellie said, sounding angry.

“Because if he does-” Harry had been about to say that she should tell someone, him or someone else. Anyone. But Ellie interrupted.

“He doesn’t,” she snapped. “He’s my husband and we love each other very much. Sometimes we have our arguments, yes, but he has never laid a finger on me.” She looked disgusted. “Our marriage has nothing to do with you. Now goodbye, Harry.”

Harry nodded, walking away, cheeks burning, embarrassed at how that had gone. He hadn’t wanted to upset her, but he supposed he really had been a bit forward. He’d pried into their business. He just felt like something was up. It might not be domestic abuse, but there was something there. Something that wasn’t quite right.

He felt guilty for asking, but he didn’t regret it. He wanted her to know that he was there to talk to whenever she changed her mind about telling someone. Because he knew, eventually, she would want to tell someone what was up.

And he would be there, ready.

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forbidden-phff · 7 years

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Chapter One

A/N: Hello all, this is a small introductory chapter to a new fanfic I’m writing. I expect this idea has been done before, and I apologise if it has, but I just really wanted to write a fanfic about Harry having an affair with a married woman. With that said, enjoy xx

It was sunny when Harry first met Ellie.

He was stood on the balcony, lounging on the barrier in his pin-striped trousers, hands in his pockets pushing back the tails to his suit jacket. His eyes were closed, his skin absorbing and enjoying the sunlight as it bathed him. Beside him, his brother William chatted animatedly to a friend, Matthew. Harry blocked out their conversation – while the races weren’t on, neither was he.

“I wonder where he is,” William was saying, and the confusion in his voice caught Harry’s attention. He opened one eye to see his brother craning his neck.

“Who you looking for?” he mumbled, closing both eyes again.

William huffed. “John Beckett. Remember? I told you on Saturday! John’s moving back here from Italy.”

“Oh yeah.” Harry vaguely recalled his brother saying something of the sort. He was too disinterested to try and jog his own memory.

“He said he was definitely coming,” Matthew was saying. “I mean, maybe he had to cancel? I swear they only arrived back yesterday, wasn’t it?”

“I think it was the day before,” William said. “I hope he turns up, I haven’t seen him in ages.”

“Oh, we had such a good time when we went out there for Arthur’s stag weekend, didn’t we?” Matthew said, a grin in his tone. “Damn, I’m glad he’s moved back.”

“Me too, I’ve actually missed having his stupid face around,” William agreed, and they both laughed. “Of course, he’s married now.”

“I know, but we all are. Shouldn’t change much, should it?”

“There’ll be no weekends away at Highgrove, though,” William said, chuckling. “Well, I suppose I could always ask Pa if we really needed a night off.”

Again, there was laughter. Harry sighed, turning his back on them and leaning over the balcony, looking down at the people below. When was the next race starting, he was tired of all this socializing?! He squinted out over the racetrack, the sun now in his eyes. He should probably move back a bit, into the shade, before he could get burnt.

“Yes, there he is!” Matthew exclaimed behind him.

“Beckett!” William cried out, and the two men laughed almost raucously. Harry, amused to hear his brother sounding like a teenager again, turned to see the newcomers.

He recognized John Beckett. Putting a face to a name reminded Harry that John had been one of William’s best friends at Eton. Along with Matthew and a few other guys, they had spent every weekend together. Harry had always been too young for them at that point – he’d never been friends with John. But now he remembered when John had moved to Italy with his girlfriend. It had been quite a few years ago, and he’d moved to start breeding this rare breed of Italian racehorses. Harry recalled William being devastated that he was leaving.

And now Harry remembered how happy William had been when he’d told him that John would be moving back from Italy.

John was beaming at his old friends, arms open wide, and William pulled him into a hug, the two of them repeating how good it was to see each other, before John swapped William for Matthew, clapping him on the back. Harry watched the exchange, before moving to turn away. As he did so, his eyes fell on the woman accompanying John.

Damn, it was like a kick to the gut – she was gorgeous. She was small, petite, in a classy dress that highlighted every inch of her slender curves. She had long auburn hair, not ginger like Harry’s but a deep rich red, the colour of leaves in the autumn. Her skin was pale and smooth, and her face was thin, with dark lipstick highlighting her smile as she watched her husband greet his friends. She tipped her head slightly to the side – she was wearing a large-brimmed hat that shielded her face from the sun.

As though sensing his attention, her gaze flickered to Harry. Without thinking, he immediately looked away, at the potted plant that stood to her right, and he felt a blush creeping up his neck.

“Ellie, darling, you remember William and Matthew?” John said, holding out an arm to welcome her into their midst, and at those words Harry thought it safe to look at her once more.

She shook William’s hand, dipping into a slight curtsey which he instantly waved off, and her smile was sincere as she met Matthew. Then her eyes flickered curiously to Harry.

“Oh, this is my brother, Harry,” William said, and Harry had no choice but to fully turn round to greet the two of them, straightening up to his full 6ft 2 inches and turning his back on the racecourse. “John, you remember Harry, right?”

“Of course,” John said, beaming and stepping forward to shake his hand. “How are you, Harry?”

“I’m very well, thank you,” Harry said politely, and he broke into his default charming smile as Ellie held out her own hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“And you,” she said, her voice soft, musical almost. She smiled, and it met her green eyes as he shook her hand. He would’ve been over-exaggerating if he said he felt electricity flow between their skin, because he didn’t, but he felt how soft her skin was and was overcome with the desire to feel more of it. Swallowing that feeling, he broke their linked hands and stepped away, smiling to cover it up, and his back met the balcony, jolting his heart in surprise.

“Oh, good, looks like the next race is starting!” John said. “Darling, let me show you which horse I’ve got money on.” He gently pulled her to the edge of the balcony and started pointing with a hand, his other resting on the small of her back, very close to her backside. Harry decided that if he stayed much longer he’d regret it, and bid goodbye to William, saying he was going to get a drink.

“But you’ll miss the race,” William said. Harry shrugged, not caring.

He hoped that John and Ellie would’ve gone by the time he got back, but to no such luck. They were still stood with William and Matthew, although they’d migrated into the shade. From the sound of it, John was describing an exciting game of polo he’d played in Italy. Oh yes, Harry thought, as he remembered that John was the friend of William’s who also liked to play polo.

Harry returned to them, but stayed close to the barrier of the balcony, squinting out over the field as the next group of horses prepared to race. He ignored the lively sounds of conversation coming from behind him, and was so lost in his own thoughts that Ellie’s voice caught him off guard, coming from right beside him.

“Do you have money on any of those horses?” she asked politely.

He jumped, startled, but was determined to act cool. “No, I’m just here to watch,” he said. “You?”

“My husband does,” she said, looking out, then smiled sheepishly and shrugged. “I don’t know which one though.”

He chuckled. “I prefer watching the technique, I’m not a gambler myself.”

“Do you race?”

“No, but I like to ride them,” he said. “I play polo throughout the summer.”

“Oh, where do you play? Professionally?”

He barked a laugh. “No, just at the grounds in Gloucestershire. William and I play there.”

“That’s where John’s just registered,” she said. “He loves polo too, I swear he taught some of our Italian neighbours how to play.”

“Oh yeah, Italy, I heard. How was that?”

She shrugged, looking like there was more to it than she was letting on. “Okay. It was lovely there, but we were never really immersed in the culture. John was too passionate about his business, and we didn’t learn the language. We even sent the kids to an English school.”

His eyebrows rose, intrigued without even noticing. “Kids?”

“Yes,” she said, smiling. “Twins. Boy and a girl. James and Lily. They’re four.”

“Congratulations, I guess,” he said, not really knowing what to say. “Oh actually, now you say that, I think I remember William flying out to Italy for the christening.”

Ellie laughed lightly. “Yeah, he’s one of the godfathers.”

“Oh, that’s right.” Harry didn’t know what to say, part of him didn’t want to speak to her anymore and fuel the attraction that he was feeling right now, and the other half never wanted to stop speaking to this gorgeous lady. “Are you happy to be home, in England?”

“Yeah, I never wanted to move away really,” she said, then glanced back over at John. “But he wanted to.”

“Surely you had a choice,” Harry said gently.

“I did,” she said, then her green eyes were on his face once more. “I chose to be with him, so…”

“Ellie, darling, come and tell the guys about that little restaurant we went to up in the hills,” John said then, his loud voice booming over. Harry glanced back at John, then smiled at Ellie.

“I’m sure we’ll see each other again,” he said, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“Yes, at polo,” she said, smiling too. “Nice to meet you,” she added, as she made her way back over to her husband.

“You too,” Harry murmured, watching her walk away, and then his eyes flickered to John. John was staring at him, watching him watch his wife, and Harry mustered a casual smile, trying to look innocent, before turning back to the racecourse.

He was being stupid, he just needed to go home and never see Ellie again and these feelings would go away. It was probably because he was just horny, he hadn’t been with a girl since he and Cressida broke up.

Eventually Harry disappeared to go to the bathroom, and when he returned John and Ellie had gone home.

“Do you remember John?” William asked Harry in the car on the journey back to Kensington Palace.

“Vaguely,” Harry said. “I remember playing polo with him.”

“Yeah, he was one of my best friends.”

“I don’t remember Ellie.”

“No, they got married in Italy,” William said. “I’d only met her a few times before they moved. It always surprised me – they weren’t together too long before they moved away.”

“She’s…very nice,” Harry said. “I was talking to her earlier.”

“Yeah, she’s very sweet,” William said. “She was always very nice to me whenever I went over to see them. John adores her.”

Harry felt jealousy begin to claw at his insides, and he tried to ignore it. “Does he?” he asked politely.

“Definitely, he’s always going on about her,” William said. “He likes showing her off to his friends.”

“Hmm.” That sounded like an odd thing for a husband to do, in Harry’s mind, but he dismissed it. He probably wouldn’t see Ellie again, not for a long time. Besides, these feelings would be gone by the time he arrived back at his apartment.

Right?

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