The Bad Boy Prince

People say that he is a gentleman, I think he's a bad boy prince. But for some reason, I obsessed with him.


16. F.R.I.E.N.D.S (And then more than F.R.I.E.N.D.S)

For the very first time, my mother and I discussed my birthday party that was coming in a week.

"...How about a DJ? Caleb knows an awesome guy who can DJ--"

"No, no, no. I want an orchestra. There will be officials there and--"

"No! Mom, the DJ can play remixes of those classy-ass songs." I argued. My mother sighed and fell back in her chair, rubbing her temples. I did the same, but I crossed my arms. It was difficult to talk about my birthday party when she was never there for 19 of them. 

"July...I understand I was never there for your birthdays--"

Did she read my mind?

"--and I understand you're turning twenty but I need you to work with me here. This party will be filled with royal officials and the prime minister will also be attending." she groaned. 

"The party is going to be filled with teenagers of royal officials. I'm maybe inviting the PM's son." I smirked, with a wink. She shook her head, her black curls bouncing. She flickered her eyes at me, "What did you do for your nineteenth birthday?" 

"I had a birthday party with friends and family. After I went bowling with James, Amy, Skinny and Chili." I replied, playing with my fingers. "Who is 'Skinny' and 'Chili'?"

"Fiona and Chelsea." 

"Well, how was that?"

"It was fun. It was lonely without you, though." I told her with tears forming in my eyes. She honestly did miss all my birthdays. "Ok. I'll think about your ideas." she said, quietly. Mother waved me off kindly. 


Caleb, Tracy, Zayn and I were going shopping. 

 We all dispersed once we entered the mall. Tracy was locking arms with Caleb, running to Forever 21. I was pulling Zayn to PacSun. "You're gonna buy something for me right?" I asked, stopping front of the store. He nodded and he now pulled me inside.

We were both looking for stuff for ourselves. "Hey, is this cute?" I asked pulling out a cute white and navy polka dot dress. "Whatever you say, babe."

I hit his chest. "What do you mean, 'whatever you say'?" Zayn laughed, "Fine. It looks hot. But will look hotter on you." I blushed giddily. He was dying now. 

"Is this ok?" he asked showing me a t-shirt that says "She's Mine (Back Off). From PacSun". I stifled a laugh, "Now that's hot." He chuckled and continued searching for some more stuff. I found more gorgeous things for myself. Then I found this cute shirt that looked like Zayn's.

"He's Mine (Back Off). From PacSun".

I tapped on his shoulder and showed him it. He let out a loud laugh. 


All of us switched. Trace and Caleb were at PacSun and Zayn and I were in Forever 21. I was in the dressing room trying out all the dresses I found here. 

I came out in a yellow minidress and posed, "Looks good?"

He looked up from his phone and checked me out. "Turn around." 

I spun to my back side. 

"Nice arse, you look fine. This is a 10." Zayn replied with a smirk. I shook my head, went back in and changed into another dress. I came out in a red satin dress that hit the floor. 

I smiled waiting for his response.

"Yeah." he finally said, when I did his 'little test'. 

-6 dresses later-

I was changing into the next dress when Zayn decided to pay visit while I was still undressed. "Dude! Get out! I'm not dressed, you weirdo." I hissed, covering myself with my hands. "There's no need to hide," he said in his sexy deep voice that turned me on comepletely. 

"But...but..." I argued quietly as he grabbed my wrists and pushed me against the wall softly. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he began kissing my neck. Sucking on it really. 

It hurt just a little bit. 

I wrapped my legs around his torso as he went deeper and deeper into my skin. I let out a small yelp when his hands played around the rim of my white lace (his favorite!) underwear. I felt his fingers rub against my skin. 

"Come on, let go before we get caught," I moaned. 

"Let them catch us because I know you're enjoying this."

I was. 


I poked at the hickey, "Ow." 

There was a knock on my door. Shit, it was Tracy. I covered the bruise and walked to the door. It was her. She looked ready for bed. "Hey, can I sleepover tonight--hey what's wrong?" 

"Nothing. And yeah, sure." I stammered. 

Tracy yanked my hand off my neck to reveal my bluish-purplish (turning black-ish) love bite. "What is this?!" she hissed loudly. 

"I-I just hurt myself," I lied. She knitted her eyebrows and dragged me to Zayn's room to solve the Scooby-Doo mystery that he gave me this large hickey. Tracy banged on her door. It opened to sleepy (yet very hot) Zayn. 

"What?" he groaned sleepily. 

"This!" She pointed at the mark. My face flushed.

"That? Oh yeah. I remember that..." he smirked, leaning against the doorway. Now a blush crept across my face, "I do too."

"Care to explain?" 

"He decided to pay a visit in the dressing room." I blushed. "She was taking too long so I had to speed up the process. July was enjoying every minute of it." Zayn said, pulling me into his arms

I cuddled up. 

"So, what you're telling me is guys are...?"

"Dating." we both said unison. 

Happy New Year! May 2014 be amazing for you and your families. I hope 2014 is better for Miley especially....sorry. Next chapter comin up! 

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