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.

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9. Questions. questions and more questions

It was dark out. I was walking through the hallways of the palace. Everybody was sleeping, except for me. I hope I'm the only one awake. 

But another human figure bumped into me. "Sorry." a deep voice said. My heart almost stopped when I found out it was Zayn.

"It's ok." I whispered. "What are you doing up so late?" 

"Don't act coy, July. That's the same question I was going to ask."

"Well, there's just something that keeps running through my mind. I just needed some air." I replied softly. "Same. Do you wanna walk together?" he asked, taking my hand. I nodded and we began walking. 

"So what's on your mind?" I asked first. "Tonight. Everything single little thing about it." 

"Oh. Me too."

We shared the same minds. Because honestly, the kiss is still on my lips. It always seems to get me thinking about him. In a good way. 

The tattoos on Zayn's arms seemed to illuminate and keep me brave.  We kept talking about it and came to a decision. 

"Why don't we just do it again and forget it? Let by-gones be by-gones and we are enemies in the morning?" I sighed as we came to a stop. "Fine then." Zayn sighed. 

I breathed in and out. I couldn't believe we were going to do this again. 

I inched a bit closer. He wrapped his muscular arms around me, pulling me a little closer. My eyes were locked with his. I pressed my lips against his. This kiss was soft and passionate and better than the last one. 

After a few more seconds, we both pulled away. I chewed on my bottom lip and watched him. He kissed me again. 

*

It was a dopey morning.

Last night was crazy. I actually didn't sleep at all last night. Like, at all. "Good morning, July." greeted Tracy.

"Hi." I said still in a daze. 

"You look like you kissed someone." Tracy said. 

"Who told you?!" I cried, leaping out of bed. "Wait what-"

"Nothing...nothing. Do you know my schedule today?" I asked. "You don't really have a schedule..." Tracy said as I walked pensively to the bathroom. 

*

I sat at the table. Mother was at the other end of the table, eating quietly. Tracy was next to me. Zayn was across from me. He didn't say anything. "How was your night? Was the event good?" asked mother.

Great, more questions. 

I parted my lips but nothing came out. 

He made a small slitting of the neck motion to keep me quiet. "Yes. Last night was great. I just did something that I'd never have done before. But that's just something small." 

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