Forbiddingly Seeing You and One Direction

"Are you still mad at me?" Dylan asks.

I shake my head and smile.

"Good. Then I can do this without you yelling at me."
He says. He kisses me. Now that neither of us was shocked or surprised. It was beautiful. It was like it was my first kiss.

Magical.
Magnificent.
One of a kind.
Like that one dime in a stack of pennies. Only to me, it was priceless. Like it'd never happen again.
But stories about a princess and a prince falling in love NEVER have happy endings.

This is no Romeo and Juliet story, mainly because no one dies in the end but mostly because I never wanted to be like this in the first place.

This is the story of an ordinary boy and and ordinary girl but in unordinary propositions.

This is a story about being sneaky, smart, young, and of royal families. This is about ending a stone-aged war, sneaking in castles in the night, wanting to be normal, going undercover, but most of all this is the story of us. By us I mean Dylan, 1 Direction, and me.

Hi, I'm Kayla. When I was just six my mom told me the story of why the Lordax Kingdom (my kingdom) and the Dalmanac Kingdom have been at war. Now it's up to me and Dylan. Oh and One Direction, to stop the war.

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9. Royally Lost

Chapter 8
Royally Lost




I didn't know what to say. I looked back at Dylan, now asleep on my other shoulder being moved from his original spot with his head on mine. Still he looked peaceful. Niall was on my other shoulder. Asleep. No surprise there.

Liam's eyes burned at the back of my head. Should I say yes? Or should I say no. Saying no would be a lie, but saying yes would also be a lie. I mean, I like Dylan. A lot. He may be the only person who fully understands me. But I don't just like him...

Finally I decide to answer him.

"Yes," I said. "I like Dylan, alright?" I felt my cheeks burning as I hid my face in Dylan's shoulder.

Liam just smiled and leaned back. Putting his hands behind his head slyly.

"Knew it," he laughed.

"Whatever. If you knew it then you wouldn't have asked." I say as I unhide my face from Dylan's shoulder.







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Dylan and I walked into the building where the concert was. We both had to stay back in a different room to avoid being seen. Just as we walked in the TV sprang back to the news from the commercial.

"The Dalamanac Kingdom is going through a rough time. Not only has Dylan been missing for several days now, but their queen is terribly ill. Nobody knows just how long she has or if she'll make it or not. They are currently operating on her as we speak." The news reporter announced.

When I see Dylan cover his face and begin to softly cry, I leave the room. No telling what may happen.







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After maybe 15 minuets, I knock on the door. Fearful as to what state Dylan is in. When there is no answer, I enter the door only to find Dylan laying face down on the floor. Crying. Until then, I didn't know boys were supposed to cry.

"Dylan? Are you alright?" I ask. Barely audible.

"I'm fine." He answers coldly.

Okay he is on the floor. Crying. Yah he's not alright.

"I'm sure your mom will be alright," I say as truthfully as I can.

"No she won't!" He yelled. "Didn't you hear?! They don't know if she even gonna make it or not!"

"Don't be stupid," I yell.

"Don't be stupid?" He yells getting to his feet. "The only one being stupid is you! It's your fault were in this mess! If you wouldn't have been thinking of yourself, I'd be able to see my mom right now! Your just so stupid! I don't like you!" I cut him off.

"No! I'm crazy! I'm crazy in love for the first time! All this time I thought it was for you! Guess you don't feel the same!" I yelled as I stomped out the door. Slamming it behind me.








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I raced outside. Now I started crying. Still as I dashed to something. The tears streamed down my face like rain. I could taste the salty tears as they crossed my lips. This was the first time I had admitted that I even had feelings for Dylan. I didn't think I'd be like this afterwards.

I ran through some bushes.
The thorns of the bush scratch at my skin. One cut deeply. Blood spewed out of my left leg as I flinched in pain. The blood stained my white socks as it ran to my shoes. I fell to the ground and clutched my leg. The blood instantly covered my hands. As I fell to the ground another scratched my forehead and cheek. I could feel blood oozing down my face. I don't deserve this. Do I?

I yank off my shoes of and rip my socks off. I wrap it around the cut. It stings when the sock comes in contact.

I get back on my feet and continue to run. My feet start hurting and my head throbs from crying. I think back. Back to what he said.

"The only one being stupid is you!" He had said.

I started crying again. Harder. Making my head pound as though I have a hangover. I thought he liked me. I thought he'd be the one I'd be with. I thought he understood me. I guess he just feels sorry for me. He has a reason to. I'm a big cry baby for one. I run from my problems, two. I only think of myself, three.

I start to slow down as I see small cave like rock structure. I slide into the cave. Not caring if there are spiders around or not. I want to die. It's better than being in pain and in love.
I close my eyes and began to drift off.







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When I wake up, I lick my dry lips. Only to taste the metallic taste of blood. I guess my lips got so dry that they started bleeding. Then I could hear my name being called.

"Kayla!" Niall called.

"Kayla!" I could here Harry yell.

I didn't want to talk to them. In fear that they might bring that dreaded subject of what happened with Dylan and I. I could hear feet crunching on leaves as the came closer.

I crawled to a corner and brought my knees my chest where I rested my chin. I accidentally touch the cut on my leg. I filch but cover my mouth before I can cry out. I bite my fingers.

"Kayla? Are you back there?" I hear Dylan ask. I can't see him but by now I recognize his voice. By now it was dark outside.

"You must be cold. Do you want my jacket?"

I ignored him. He put his jacket on me anyway.

"I'm really sorry Kayla. I'm stupid. Not you. I'm just,"- he sighs- " I'm just worried about my mom. I didn't mean any of it. I didn't know that's how you felt about me. I know you'll probably never forgive me," he sat down next to me.

I just stare at him. Unsure of what to do. So I just do something I've always wanted to do. I kiss him. It's not long. When I pull away he gives me a dumb look.
Wonderstruck. I though. Starstruck maybe. I rolled my eyes and gave him a shove as I giggled. Forgetting about being angry at him.

I pulled his jacket tighter around. Glad he had given it to me.

"It's really dark out. Maybe we should just stay here," Dylan says.

"Good idea." I say.

"Are you still mad at me?"
Dylan asks.

I shake my head and smile.

"Good. Then I can do this without you yelling at me."
He says. He kisses me. Now that neither of us was shocked or surprised. It was beautiful. It was like it was my first kiss.

Magical.
Magnificent.
One of a kind.
Like that one dime in a stack of pennies. Only to me, it was priceless. Like it'd never happen again.
But stories about a princess an a prince falling in love NEVER have happy endings.

I curl up next to Dylan how puts his arm around me. I place my head on his chest. I finally feel secure. Safe. Like nobody can harm me. Like even if there were spiders around, they'd be repelled by some invisible force field. But that invisible force field can't protect me from everything.

I start feeling really light headed. I look down at my leg. Remembering that I have a cut.

"Dylan. We need to go. I need help," I say.

He doesn't object. He gets right up and helps me.

"What's wrong." He asks hastily.

"My leg." I answer.

He looks down at my leg. It's covered with blood.

I collapse as I start to see my vision blur. He rushes to stop me before I fall.

"Help!" He screams. "Help!"

I black out.







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I wake up in a white room on a hospital bed. I look around only to see 6 boys huddled around me.


"What happened?" Was all I could say.


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