Lust, Love, Heartbreak, and a Prince

Let me ask you this, boy. If somebodies heart breaks, and nobodies around to fix it; does it still hurt? I never thought that one boy, could change my life. But in some cases, you need more than just a change. You need lust, love, a Prince...for your happily ever after....But sometimes, you need a new view, on your happy little Fairytale. I'm not sure if lust, love, or even my Prince Charming can erase the mistakes I've made, the things I've done; or heal the people I've hurt. "Hey." Harry said pulling me out of my thoughts. He smiled. Oh god, his smile, he could brighten up my whole world.".....Hey." I said looking at him and smiling back.....maybe a Prince is all I need


15. Dream or Reality?


Chapter 14


Romy's P.O.V.

I shot up from the bed hot and sweaty, trying to catch my breath. Was that a dream? It seemed so real, it was so...vivid. I looked to my right seeing Harry curled up in the covers. 

I pulled the soft black duvet from my body, and got out of bed. I slowly walked to the loo and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked absolutely terrible, I had bags under my eyes and my hair was a mess. I was about to walk out but something caught my eye. I had hand prints on my neck. 

I know for sure Harry wouldn't have done that, if he did he'd get it right back no matter what state I was in. What happened last night? When did we even get home?

All I remember is....


"That's just it Harry, I can't." I said looking at him with tears in my eyes. I quickly blinked the tears away, before turning around and quickly getting dressed. I pulled my shorts up and slipped my vans on. I was about to walk out of the room when Harry grabbed my arm. I clenched my jaw, and turned around to slap him, but he caught me arm before it could reach his face. I don't even know why I was pissed off. I guess it was, because I almost let him know about my past.

Why do people always have to touch you when your trying to leave the room, just let me leave, and cool off. 

"I was expecting something like that to happen." He said with a small grin on his face, his hand still gripping both of my arms.

"Let go of my arms Harry, or your gonna be 'expecting' something else!" I said through clenched teeth. Why does he always need to try and fix things? Just leave things alone.

"Okay, but you have to agree to talk with me." He said looking at me with the same grin. Why was he always so damn happy, I can't even remember the last time I was happy. I mean, sure I was happy with Harry. He made me feel loved, beautiful, like I was worth it, like I actually meant something to the Him. But I haven't been TRULY happy since the fourth grade, I didn't have a care in the world. Like nothing else mattered, just to live in the moment.

"Fine." I said grimly before I yanked my hands away.

"Thank you." He said his smile growing bigger. I couldn't help but smile a little.

"Okay, talk." I said leaning against the wall as he pulled his shirt over his head..

He sighed. "Romy...why won't you tell me anything, before we met?" He asked looking at his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"....Because you don't need to know anything about the mistakes I've made, the problems I've caused. How big of a fuck up I was." I said looking at my shoes.

"What if I want to know about how big of a fuck up you were?" He asked still looking at his hands.

I laughed a little before replying. "Well then I guess your gonna have to ask someone else, because I'm not telling you." I said still smiling.

He chuckled softly, "Romy, just talk to me." He said looking up at me.

"I told you Harry, you don't need to know about my life before I met you." I said while standing up straight and getting ready to leave the room.

He groaned, and got up off the bed. "GOD DAMN IT ROMY!!! I HAVEN'T EVEN MET YOUR GOD DAMN PARENTS, AND NOW YOU WON'T EVEN TELL ME ANYTHING!!!!!" He yelled at me making the veins in his neck pop out.

Great, a yelling match. "DON'T YOU DARE YELL AT ME!!! I'LL TELL YOU WHEN I'M READY, YOU STUBBORN ARSEHOLE!!!" I yelled walking over to him. 

He backed up a little. "Okay...I'm sorry love." He said running his hand through his soft brown curls.

"No!!! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! You make me feel so god damn guilty!!" I said walking closer to him. He was about to say something before I cut him off, "Don't you EVER yell at me again you fucking bastard!!" I screamed while tears started to roll down my cheeks. I stormed out of the room, walking right by Nodya who was crying and Ed who was trying to comfort her. She never liked it when people got into fights, she hates the yelling. I quickly walked down the stairs and past the kitchen, to see the rest of the boys trying to figure out what was going on.

I could hear my name being called by the boys, but I never stopped. I walked out the door, into the warm fresh air.

I started to walk on the sidewalk.

Before everything went black.


I ran my fingers over the bruised prints on my neck. What the hell happened last night!?





WOW CLIFF HANGER!!! xP Okay so tell me what you guys think of the chapter. I 'm sorry I didn't write yesterday, I had writers block D; 

I know this chapter kinda sucks and I'm sorry. But like I said, things will pick up. Thank You guys so much for reading this story, I know it's not my best, and I'll try and do better on the next chapter. Again Thank You so much for reading and favoriting  the story. Please keep commenting and reading. Love you guys. <3




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