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What is coming up in Life is Made of Moments: A My Heroine Prequel...

          Here are just some of the plans for upcoming chapters.  Please remember that this prequel is told in a series of One-Shots and not in chapters.

Coming Up:

Introducing each other to their families as boyfriend/girlfriend

Saying "I love you."

First time fooling around and first time having sex (yes this part was already written)

First Fight (awwww)

First Christmas and New Years

First time meeting the Queen (I figured you'd all want to see this)

Valentines Day

Holiday together

Anniversary

Sneaking away and 2 weeks punishment

           Obviously they were together for 3 years and there are only so many "firsts" I can do.  So if there is anything specific you all would like to have me write about please tell me.  I am open to any suggestions.  The ending will not change though, we all know how it will end. Message me any suggestions that you would like me to write about if they are not written above.  Thank you! oxoxoxo

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First Date (Previously Baby I'm Amazed)

Second part of the story.  I have added a bit more to this so even if you've read it before there is more to it now.  I loved how their date came out the first time so besides adding to it...don't expect much change. :)

             Lia groaned as she looked into mirror before her.  Nothing was working out the way she wanted to. The dress she initially wanted to wear was in the hamper, her normally straight hair was frizzy and sticking up everywhere, and forget her make-up. 

              “That’s it, I’m not going,” She said tearing up.  Lia had quickly realized what these new found feelings brought with them.  While the most part was fun and exciting, others weren't.  She constantly obsessed over her outfits, over her hair, over making sure that she looked beautiful for him.  She was aware that it was a stupid thing to worry about, that he would find her beautiful no matter what.  After all, he had made sure to tell her this daily, but still, she wanted to feel beautiful the way he saw her. 

                “Angelia?  What’s wrong?”  Jessa, her mother, asked her coming into her room with her clean laundry.

                “I have a dinner date and I can’t seem to get anything right.  Perhaps I’ll just cancel,” Lia responded taking a seat on her bed.  Jessa looked upon her daughter with soft, caring eyes.  Never has she seen her daughter so upset over something so small.

               “What? No, no, here I’ll help you,” She told her daughter pulling her up and out of the room and into her room.  Sitting Lia down at her vanity Jessa got to work on helping her daughter feel as beautiful as she really was.

               Looking into the mirror for what seemed like the 100th time in the past 20 minutes, he smoothed down his button up and khaki pants.  His hands moved to his wild ginger hair that he both loved and hated, trying to give it that classically neat and tousled look.  A loud multiple tone sound rang throughout the house causing him to move away from the mirror he had been standing in front of. Making his way to the stairs he saw her, a smile wide on her face.  He noticed she wore a red knee length dress, strappy sandals and her hair had a slight curl to it that she normally didn't have.

                “Way to keep me waiting, Wales.  I thought that was a woman’s role during a date,” She joked as Harry now stood in front of her.  Lia noticed the wide, loving smile that was placed on his lips.

                “Please accept my deepest apologies Angelia.  I regret being tardy and keeping you waiting.”  Sealing his apology with a kiss placed on the back of her hand.

                “Ha!”  She laughed shaking her head.  “I am always amazed when you go all ‘Prince’ on me, so posh and regal, Henry Charles.”

                Harry laughed entwining his fingers with the ones of the hand he was holding.  Lia looked down, turning her head to the side to hide the blush and a smile that formed when he held her hand.  Together they walked out of the foyer and through the halls to the kitchen where they were greeted by an older man in a suit.

                “Miss Williams, Sir, here is the basket and blanket you requested,” The man said smiling holding the basket out in front of him.

                “Thank you Arthur,” Harry said taking the basket smiling.  With a gentle tug on Lia’s hand they walked out the back door.  The couple was met by cotton candy colored sky signaling the beginning of the sunset.

                “This is beautiful,” Lia’s awe like voice said taking a seat on the blanket Harry had laid on the grass.

                “I’m glad you are approving of this date so far,” Harry responded enjoying the smile that appeared at him when the word ‘date’ left his mouth.  Opening the basket, he began pulling out the sandwiches, chips, fruit salad, and cans of coke and bottles of water. Harry handed Lia a napkin and water right away as he moved to place the basket off of the blanket. “I hope the sandwiches are okay.  I figured it went along with the idea of having a picnic.”

                “You, of all people, know that these sandwiches are as good as those made in a restaurant.”  Lia picked up a wrapped sandwich. “Are these my favorite, turkey, Swiss cheese and lettuce?”

                Harry’s face broke into a wide, proud smile at her surprised look.  The feeling that washed over him, knowing that he had impressed her was one that he wanted to keep going.  If anyone would have told him years, when they first met, that he would have feelings for her; he would have denied it.  But now, as they sat together on a blanket, outside during sunset, he knew he had.

                “I can’t believe you remembered my favorite sandwich, that you planned all of this.”  Lia’s smile was soft and loving, her hand reached for his squeezing it ever so slightly.

                “Well, you’re worth it,” Harry replied and Lia wondered if the color she saw on his face was coming from the reddening light from the sun or a blush.

                The conversation during their dinner flowed comfortable.  Lia couldn't help but notice that taking a step from being friends to being more didn't feel at all awkward like she was worried it would be. Harry’s shoulder was touching hers as they continued to talk after they had finished the food.

                Lia felt one of his hands gently move her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Turning her head, she looked into his eyes; his thumb caressed her cheek lightly as the rest of his hand gently rested against the side of her neck.

                Harry’s eyes roamed from her eyes to her lips, back and forth between the two, his facing lowering to hers slowly.  Their lips were mere millimeters apart when water sprayed them from all directions.  The couple jumped up and separated becoming significantly wetter as they were caught from the crossfire of the sprinklers.

                Lia’s laugh rang through the quiet night bringing Harry’s attention to where she was.  Harry couldn't help but watch in awe as she spun around, arms out at her side, her face pointed up at the sky with a giant smile stretched across her lips.  Her dress and hair were stuck flush against her body. Harry’s eyes never left hers, not even when she stopped her movement and caught him staring.

                It only took a few quick strides for him to stand right in front of her, for him to place his hands on either side of her face, for him to finally press his warm, wet lips against hers.  Lia’s hands gripped his waist, holding on for dear life as his lips massaged hers, her knees becoming weak as the kiss deepened.  His tongue peeked out of his open mouth, gently touching her lips asking for permission, for entry.  Lia’s lips parted accepting his tongue into her mouth, her tongue danced with his in small, smooth circles brushing against one another.  Her hands tugged him closer to her body, a sigh leaving her lips as one of his hands slide down to her lower back holding her to him.  With wet clothes she felt what the kiss was doing to him, hard and ready against her hip. Harry did what he knew had to happen, he reluctantly lifted his lips from hers placing his forehead on hers.  Opening his eyes he saw that hers were still closed, a small smile rested on her lips.

                “Wow,” Lia said softly eyes opening, locking with his darker blue orbs.

                “I second that,” Harry’s voice matched hers in volume and tone.  He felt a small shiver run through her body.  “Let’s head inside before we both catch cold.”

                Lia nodded, smiling into the kiss he had pressed against her lips.  Harry slipped his hand into hers, lacing their fingers together making their way into the warm, dry house.

                “Did you have a nice time?” The couple heard the familiar sound of William ask.  Harry and Lia saw the wicked smirk that played on his lips, his laughter escaping him as he walked away.  Harry couldn't help but see that William had just walked away from where the controls to the sprinkler system were set up.

                                    “My goodness, Angelia, you’re all wet,” Jessa stated as she watched her daughter get into the car.

            “Yes, well there was an unfortunate sprinkler accident that happened,” Lia said laughing.  Jessa smiled as she gazed upon the happy look that her daughters face carried.

            “So you had a good time then?”

            “Yes, the best.  Thank you, Mum, for helping me get ready,” Lia said smiling at her mother beside her as they pulled away from Highgrove.

            “You’re very welcome, Lia.”

            Staring out the window from the passenger seat of her mother’s car Lia’s mind went over all the details of the night.  She remembered the pastel colors in the sky, the laughter and chats they had while eating their dinner, but most of all the way he looked at her.  He looked at her like she was the only girl in the world, that she was the only girl that mattered.  And the kiss, the kiss that had left her breathless, had left her wanting to throw caution to the wind and just make out with him all night.  Lia couldn't believe how much her life has changed in just a week, and she was beyond happy with where everything was leading.

A/N's- Messages and comments are welcomed and encouraged!

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Realizations and First Kisses

Hey All! So here is the first of many in the Prequel.  

            They were best friends.  There was no one else that either of them could lean on or trust more than the other.  They were the go to person for each other, and together, had gotten through some of the toughest times.  She didn't care about his title, his money, or his growing reputation.  He never cared that she wasn't an aristocrat, that she spent more time doing homework and studying than partying or that his friends didn't understand their friendship at all.  They had what most would consider the purest form of friendship, trust and above all, love.                 While very few around them actually understood the bond that they shared, they remarkably did.  He knew that he was so unbelievably lucky to have someone that would stand by him, never judging him for his thoughts or the emotions that would surface once they were alone.  And she could always tell him about another University she became interested in in the States or medical diagnosis she learned and he would never make fun of her for her “nerdy” ways the way others would, instead he’d encourage and support her.  So yes, they were best friends…at least that’s how they began, but that’s not at all how they ended and it all started one night, a night that was so very typically them and neither of them ever saw it coming.                "Harry, your feet stink. I'm serious they do, get them away from my face," Lia said pushing her ginger haired best friends big feet away from where he placed them near her head.  Once again the weekend came bringing an endless movie marathon following his Polo match where afterwards she would spend the night at Highgrove in a guest room that had always been considered hers.

                  'It’s fine.  You can do this; he's just your best friend.  So what if you've realized that he's bloody adorable and the way he licks his lips makes you want to kiss him?  Oh god! What am I saying?! This is Harry! My ginger haired best friend not a love interest,' Lia thought as she changed into her pajamas following supper.  'But things change right? Best friends can become loves, can't they?'                 "Lia? Lia!" She heard Harry say from his position in front of her, his hand waving in front of her face. "You were pretty stuck in that head of yours, what were you thinking about?"                 "Nothing, it's nothing.  So what will we be watching tonight?"                  Harry eyed her noticing just how nervous she seemed and instantly he felt horrible knowing that he was part of the reason why.                  "Lia, why are you so nervous?  Is it because of earlier?"                   "Earlier? What? no! Lord no.  You're seriously mental you know that? Come on, let's go watch some movies, Haz," Lia told him dismissively walking out of her room leaving behind a very confused Harry in her wake.                   Had he messed up everything by the almost kiss that took place earlier?  Was she uncomfortable around him now because of that?  What would this mean for them? For their friendship? Now as he sat beside her, on opposite ends of the sofa, he knew there was something wrong.                    "Lia."                    "Hmmm?"                    "Would you look at me?" He asked scooting closer to her. He knew that she was possibly uncomfortable from before, but in their whole friendship they had never sat on the complete opposite ends of the sofa. As her eyes came to meet his, he saw the internal battle she was fighting in her eyes.  "Lia..."                   "Harry?"

           "Would you mind if I kiss you?" His voice was just a hair higher than a whisper.  Lia shook her head, her eyes moving between his lips and eyes. Her tongue peeked out of her mouth, slowly and gently licking her lips.  Harry brought his face closer to hers, his heart beating faster with each inch closer he got. He felt her breath on his lips as he was close enough where his nose grazed hers, their eyes beginning to flutter close with the feeling of their faces so close together.                   "What are you watching?" Will questioned coming into the room not once noticing what he had just interrupted.  Lia stood quickly, her stomach now in Harry's face.                    "Nothing.  I was just going to bed actually," Lia stated walking to where Will stood.  "Goodnight Harry, goodnight Wills."              "Goodnight, Lia.  Sleep well." Confused Will answered before turning to his brother.  "Was it something I said?"                "You're such a twit, Will," Harry said frustrated, storming out of the room.  Rushing through the house, Harry hoped to catch Lia before she made it to her room, but once her heard the door click shut he knew he was too late.  He began pacing in front of the door as he internally debated knocking. His fingers while inside his mouth was being chewed by his teeth.                  "Harry?" He heard his father call.  "What on earth are you doing?"                 "Nothing," He replied with a shake of his head.  "Nothing.  I'm going to bed.  Goodnight, Pa."                  Turning on his heel, Harry walked to his room faintly hearing his father's goodnight blessing.

                    Lia wasn't sure how long she laid in bed, unable to sleep while her mind continuously weighed the pro's and con's her feelings for Harry.  It seemed as though no matter what she came up with the pro's always outweighed the con's.  She couldn't help but feel the dropping in her heart and the ice like feeling run through her veins as she thought about his face when she raced out of the room earlier.                  "I'm such an idiot," Lia said out loud with a groan.  Without another thought or word, she threw her covers off of her.  Her arms throwing open the heavy bedroom door; her feet moved her quickly to the door that was just a few feet away.                "Harry?" She whispered opening the door.  The room was dark; she could barely make out his form on the bed.                   "Lia?"                   Walking in, she closed the door quietly trying not to cause too much notice to his room.  As carefully as she could, being that Harry was often a slob and left things on his floor, she made her way to where he now sat.  Clicking on the light on his bed side table, he took in the mess of blonde hair and squinting eyes of the girl he had recently acknowledged his feelings for.  And she was beautiful.                 "Harry."                 "Lia," He replied as she took a seat next to him.  Lia bit her lip unsure of what she should say, what she should do, but when her eyes met his everything come together.                   "Would you mind if I kiss you?"                   Harry's breath caught in his throat, his voice not coming to him in that moment and all he could do is nod.  Their bodies came into contact, his hand resting on her cheek as their faces moved closer together.  And finally, after repeated interruptions their lips finally met. The softness of her lips molded into the slightly chapped lips of his. Together two sets of lips massaged against each other, never separating until she surprised both of them by running her tongue along the slit of his lips.  Parting his lips, he allowed his tongue to meet hers. The feeling of their tongues meeting of dancing around each other sending shivers down each of their spines.                   "That was..." Harry breathed smiling.                    "Yeah," She said with a smile tugging at her lips.  Harry's fingers moved into her hair, tangling in the soft tresses ever so slightly before bringing her mouth back to his in a soft and caring kiss.  "Harry, I have a confession."                "I do too," He told her nodding.                "I like you," They said simultaneously.                 "Really?" Lia asked; her eyes wide.  Harry nodded with a smile.

   "Of course, silly girl.  How could I not?"                 "I don't know.  I'm not like other girls."                "I know," He replied seeing the look in her eyes.  "You're much better."                "You're just saying that," She said blushing.                  "I'm not. Lia, you are so smart, caring, loving, driven and god, so bloody beautiful.  I'm such an idiot for not realizing this sooner. You are my complete match, the one that gets me and I've been a completely mental for not seeing it."                  "So what does this mean? Where does this leave us?"                  "Go on a date with me.  This Friday," Harry said with a smile.                  "A date?" Lia asked her smile matching his, Harry nodded.  "Okay. Friday yeah."                  "Friday," He confirmed pressing his lips to hers again in a warm kiss.                 And just like that the threshold between friends and loves were crossed.  A threshold that these two best friends never thought....never imagined they'd be crossing and although the fear of the unknown ran through their minds, they kept going. While once again they would be side by side facing the world in an entirely new way, and they were ready....right?

A/N's- Since this is the first One-Shot for the Prequel I would love to hear your comments, questions, suggestions or concerns.  Message my inbox or leave me a comment!  love you all! ooxoxoxo

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Here's a preview of the very first part of the series...

They were best friends. There was no one else that either of them could lean on or trust more than the other. They were the go to person for each other, and together, had gotten through some of the toughest times. She didn’t care about his title, his money, or his growing reputation. He never cared that she wasn’t from money, that she spent more time doing homework and studying than partying or that his friends didn’t understand their friendship at all. They had what most would consider the purest form of friendship, trust and above all, love.

While very few around them actually understood the bond that they shared, they remarkably did. He knew that he was so unbelievably lucky to have someone that would stand by him, never judging him for his thoughts or the emotions that would surface once they were alone. And she could always tell him about another University she became interested in in the States or medical diagnosis she learned and he would never make fun of her for her “nerdy” ways the way others would, instead he’d encourage and support her. So yes, they were best friends…at least that’s how they began, but that’s not at all how they ended and it all began one night, a night that was so very typically them and neither of them ever saw it coming.

(Again, that’s just a preview. Let me know what you think.)

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Dizem que, não importa qual seja a verdade, as pessoas vêem o que querem ver. Algumas pessoas podem dar um passo para trás e descobrirem que estavam olhando a mesma cena por todo o tempo. Algumas pessoas podem ver que suas mentiras quase acabaram com elas. Algumas pessoas podem ver o que estava na sua frente o tempo todo. E ainda há aquelas pessoas que correm o máximo que podem para não terem que olhar para si mesmas.  -Gossip Girl