My Little Prince

"wake up Lora" his voice sounds so good and comfy, that made nuzzle into my bed even more making me smile and sleep even deeper.
"wake up already !!" he was whisper-shouting in my ear.
I groaned in annoyance and opened my eyes slightly "What the hell Jay ?!".
I looked at the night stand clock beside my bed and it showed 4:00 AM.
"come with me Lora, let's get out of here ..." he pleaded.
"what about your girlfriend Jay ?" I asked ready to go back to sleep.
"look at me Lora, she's gone. I broke up with her".
"You can't just break up with her ! who do you think you are? "
"I'm a fucking prince and I do what I fucking want". he picked me up and headed towards my window. Wait what ?
"Jay, you're not going to ju...." and before I could finish, he just jumped out of the window.
Meet my little prince, this boy is the love of my life.
But guess what ? he doesn't know about that.
He's an arrogant idiot, who doesn't care about anything but himself.
apparently he cares about me...


3. Meeting the prince

I started walking towards the entrance of the college where Harry was leaning on the wall wearing his silly smirk, while waiting for me to approach him.

This guy makes me feel better every time I see him. He's the person that supports and lightens my day. He's the one who gives me some motivation in this place. 

His appearance and the way he dresses doesn't give him the vibe of an art student. He doesn't draw so much actually, He said that he chose to attend art classes because he wants draw his thoughts. Sometimes he manages to get a nice painting but most of the times his canvas stays plain white.

I remember when we first met, it was so awkward ... 


My first couple of weeks at the apartment when I first came to New York, Jay asked me to stay in all the time and never go out until he tells me to.

At some point I ran out of cereal at the middle of the night and there was nothing to eat. I was literally starving to death, and couldn't help it. 

So I decided to go and try to knock on the neighbor's door that's in front of mine. I know it's rude to do so in the middle of the night and wake people up just to ask for some cereal, I didn't want to disturb anyone. But when I went to sit in the living room I could hear voices from next door . Seems like they're having a party or something.

 I was wearing black shorts and a T shirt, but when I opened the door to get out I was met with a chilly light breeze that made goosebumps rise up on my skin. So I went back in and took one of Jay's long sleeved baggy shirts that I liked to wear around, it has his smell on it as if he's here with me right now. Just the thought itself made me smile.

 I went out and stood in front the neighbor's door, and  knocked on the door several times after collecting all the courage that I have in me. But no one was opening, so I turned around wanting to go back into my apartment and starve myself to sleep.

At that exact moment the door opened and when I turned around, I was facing a half naked Harry with messy hair. I felt that my jaw hit the floor at that point, my hands immediately flew to my face covering my eyes.

I could hear him chuckle at me, "Hello there, What's your name ?" he asked and I could still hear the laugh in his voice.

"uh-um, I'm .. Lora" I said looking at him from in between my fingers. I can't stand in front of a half naked man and talk to him like it's no big deal.

"Hello there Lora, I'm Harry and I'm not completely naked you can open your eyes. It's fine, you won't see a body like this again in your whole life" He said in a husky law voice trying to sound seductive.

What a pervert I thought to myself, without moving my hands from my face. 

"Well, let me just tell you Lora.. " he continued to talk not bothering to ask what I want or anything. "My party is a private one and I don't remember that I invited you" he said while looking at my face trying to remember if he actually did know me from somewhere and somehow ended up inviting to his 'private party'.

"Um, I live next door and I just..." then his eyes widened as if he realized something important.

"oh, I'm so sorry if my party is disturbing your beauty sleep. We'll try to be more quiet I promise." he said politely with a stupid grin on his face. 

I nodded at him finding my opportunity to ask him about the cereal, but before I could say anything he continued to talk.

"But now that you're already up and standing by my door why don't you join us ?" he winked at me.

God !!! What is this guy? He can't just stop talking for a second!

"But I didn't say that I couldn't sleep ..." I said trying not to give him enough time to respond.

I let my hands fall off my face and continued " and I don't attend private mysterious parties, all I wanted is some cereal so that I can shut my little hungry tummy up" I stated truthfully and turned my back to him wanting to go back to my apartment that I wish I never got out from. 

But Harry held my wrist holding me in place and looked at me with his mesmerizing honest chocolate brown eyes that were familiar to me, "trust me, It's just a chill out kind of a party with some friends nothing else".

"please come in my beautiful neighbor and let me get to know you" He said politely and I couldn't tell him off.

I didn't know why I trusted him but I just nodded "I'll come in just in case you have some cereal in there"

He looked at me confused and gave me a big welcoming smile" I've got ya".

He said and stood aside giving me enough space to come in.  

 "besides, your clothes are perfect for my party" My face turned tomato red from his compliment and I didn't know what to say so I walked in tucking on Jay's shirt begging it to cover more of my legs.

His apartment looked exactly the same as mine, except that it was more tidy and looked perfectly designed.

We went into his kitchen and he made me a big bowl of milk and cereal that I craved so much. Then we went into his living room where his little group of friends, girls and guys were drinking and laughing about silly stuff. 

They all were half naked, I was the only who insisted to have all of her clothes on. I basically sat there among them and listened to their stories and laughed with them here and there and at some point I did crash on the couch with bowl of cereal still on my lap.

End of flashback

And that was it, since then we got really close friends.

He did try to hit on me for a while but he saw that he wasn't getting anywhere with me, so he decided to keep me as a close friend, and as the only girl who said no to his perfect looking face and body. He insisted that I would regret it some day and beg him to be with me at some point.

By the time, he learned that I'm in love with Jay and nothing on earth can change that. When I told him my secret, I felt that I can trust him and I do feel comfortable around him.

He did tell me everything about his gross adventures with girls and stuff like that, some of it were really funny but other than it's just things that would've been better if he didn't tell me about.

The thing is that Jay and Harry don't get along with each other. Every time they meet, they start glaring at each other looking like two big cats that are about to get in a fight.

I find it really funny, because they glare at each other for no reason and Jay starts to pull me behind him as if he's trying to hide me from Harry's gaze. He gets over protective around him.

I want to think that he's jealous and the thought of it makes my heart flutter. That idiot.

I stood in front of Harry staring at him and smiling like an idiot.

"Hey ! Lora are you okay?!" He waved his hand in front of my face snapping from my deep thoughts about Jay.

"Wah, what was that ? Are you day dreaming about me" He asked cockily winking at me.

Before I could answer his question he hugged me and started walking with me by his side "But what about your little boyfriend of yours?"

When he said 'your boyfriend' I froze in my place for a second, and I could feel my body shivering.

I glared at him wanting to take out his tongue and tie it knots. He just can't stop his questions, he has a pretty wide imagination I can tell. He likes to analyze people's personalities and somehow he creates scenes to each person in his mind according to his character.

And when we're together he can't stop blabbering about his thoughts.

"Harry, can you shut up please, I'm not in the mood today" I wanted him to understand that I don't want to talk right now at all.

He smirked at me, "you're never in the mood, babe".

"Uhm" I agreed with him, not wanting to argue and get stuck in conversation with him about my mood and never get out of it.

So I continued to walk silently, trying to maintain my energy.

"Anyway, what's with the blue hair?" he asked while caressing my newly colored hair.

My heart literally skipped a beat when I heard his question, remembering the argument with Jay about it from earlier.

I didn't want to discuss this again . My hair is a sensitive issue.

"What about it ?" I asked back trying to sound as calm as I can.

"Well, nothing. Blue looks good on you" he said while admiring my hair.

He took a strand of my hair and put it on his face above his lips trying  to make a blue mustache.

He looked so funny with my hair on his face. And we walked like that to class, me trying to clear my mind and Harry trying to impress girls with his 'blue mustache' by winking and smiling at them randomly.

I felt something relax in side of me, I was all tensed up without even realizing it. I took a deep breath in and smiled at the fool beside me.

In few minutes we managed to get to the art building and find our class. 

Luckily, we'll be spending the day in my favorite class. It's the one with the big windows that lets all the sun light in and I love that.

I put my bag on the floor near my typical seat in the front raw and started preparing my brushes and colors so that whenever I get the perfect image in my head, my tools will be ready and waiting for me to use them.

Harry took a seat behind me as he always does, he says that when we sit like that I send him waves of inspiration and ideas. I don't know what he means by that, but as long as sitting like this helps him I'm cool with it.

Students started to flow into class, but Mr. Collins didn't arrive yet and that's weird. He never gets late. 

Just as I was wondering if something bad may have happened to him on his way here, someone stumbled into class while holding a huge portrait covered with a red cloth and it did look really heavy and fancy. I wonder if Mr. Collins is still in his right mind, cause I think he's just stole a real original portrait from a museum or something.

Harry rushed out of his seat and went to help obviously struggling Mr. Collins.

He held the portrait from both sides and took it from the small grasp of Mr. Collins that we still couldn't see because he was still standing behind the portrait but we could hear his voice while he was talking to Harry.

"Thank you Harry, it was a struggle to drag it all the way here" He said in his old and squeeky voice.

Harry held the portrait as if it weights nothing.

"It's nothing Sir" Harry said politely while smiling at me. He put the portrait on a chair near Mr. Collins And I was about to burst out laughing at the sight of the portrait that looked taller than Mr. Collins.

Mr. Collins looked very seriously at the class, counting the students like always with his thick glasses that I doubt he sees anything through them.

When Harry got back to his seat, he whispered to me with an evil smile on his face.

"Today I don't need your inspiration, I'm drawing Mr. Collins while he's standing next to that stupid portrait of his" I couldn't resist that and started laughing until tears came down my face. It's been a while since I last laughed like that.

Luckily, I had my clear portrait in front of me and it was covering my face preventing  Mr. Collins from seeing me.

After Mr. Collins made sure that everyone's in class, he started the lecture.

He started talking about a country that had a prince who ruled it since he was 13 and how he managed to rule it. It was really interesting and as he talked more, I was more and more eager to see the portrait. 

When he finally gave me mercy and slipped the cloth off of the portrait, I gasped loudly and stood up immediately. I couldn't believe my eyes, the so called prince Samuel looked so similar to Jay.

His face didn't look the same but still I could catch his spirit in the portrait.

The whole class was starring at me including Mr. Collins but I didn't care. No one said a word and I sat down in my place again murmuring a "sorry", but never breaking eye contact from prince Samuel's deep challenging eyes.

My hands started fiddling with the brushes trying to choose the perfect one without taking my eyes off of the portrait. His gaze sent chills down my spine making my butterflies go crazy.

I could hear Harry whispering from behind me "Is everything okay Lora?"

I nodded at him and continued to stare at the prince.

Mr. Collins continued talking about the history and how he managed to get us a real portrait into class. Eventually, he's met a person that he used to teach and he's a very talented and successful man who ended up in collecting art pieces from around the world and  agreed to borrow him this portrait.

So he didn't steel it as I thought, that crazy old man is still sane I guess.

I stopped paying attention to what he was saying since all the good stuff had already been revealed and I finally got lost in my own portrait. I dipped my brush into my dark blue paint and started drawing the basic lines of Jay's body.

Actually, I've always drew Jay's figure in my drawings but I never had enough courage to draw his face. But now It just feels so right to do it.

I closed my eyes and imagined Jay in a royal blue suit. It would look so perfect on him. But with a mustache on his dead serious face he would look more handsome. That grumpy idiot, he hasn't smiled at me for a while now. He's mastered the art of grumpiness, my little grumpy prince. I thought to myself while laughing in my heart at my own thoughts.

I found myself smiling like a fool now, something that I was trying to control not show right now. So I opened my eyes and looked around making sure that no one has saw that, and went on with my work. I'm so drawing him a mustache.

It would really suit him to be a prince. He has the demanding personality, he'd always get what he wants and he doesn't take "no" as an answer.He has the handsome looks that make all the girls drool over him, and that's another problem that I have to deal with. But his idiotic attitude and his dirty mouth are a huge fail.

After few hours of drawing Mr. Collins gave us a break, I didn't feel like I can stop my hands from drawing right now so I went on with my work.

All the students started walking out of class until I was left alone with Mr. Collins and Harry.

Mr. Collins was sitting by his desk, he took his glasses off and started ahead of at nothing basically, as if he can see anything with or without his glasses.

I looked at the handsome prince that I've drawn his gorgeous body while wearing a perfect blue Jacket decorated with golden stars on the shoulders and golden buttons. I even managed to draw his nigh dark black hair.

All I had to do is to draw the facial features of the face.

I was working and admiring my portrait, and didn't realize that Mr. Collins and Harry were standing next to me starring at my work until Harry gave me a tap on the shoulder.

I looked up at them to find their gazes are focused on my drawing. Mr. Collins looked impressed and was studying my drawing closely, while Harry was starring at him with a frown on his face his shoulder muscles were tensed as if he's ready to punch someone.

Mr. Collins got closer to my portrait until his nose touched the paint. He whipped his nose whispering an apology and got back to standing normally with a thoughtful face.

"If I didn't see you drawing this with my own eyes, I would never believe that such a good quality of a drawing could be reached in such a short time" He stated and looked somehow in deep thought.

I didn't really know how to respond to that so I murmured a simple 'thank you'.

He kept starring at my portrait and his eyes looked like they're about to pop out of their places. 

"you're so talented Lora, let me just make a call and I'll be back in a minute. I have a friend that may be interested in such a talent he's been searching for such a person for a long time now"

I didn't understand what he meant by that, so I just nodded and watched him as he walked out of the class while searching for something on his phone.

The moment me and Harry were left alone, and out of Mr. Collins sight, he picked up my bag and dragged me with him along with my freshly drawn portrait to the end of the class opened the window and got out of it. 

"what are you doing ?" I protested demanding an explanation to his weird and sudden actions. But when his eyes met mine, I saw someone else. My sweet Harry was replaced by a different person Now that I didn't recognize.

"I need to get you out of here now, leave the explanations for later" he said harshly

I didn't move from my place, but he saw that I was being stubborn with him not wanting to obey his demands. So he hugged my body and dragged me out of the class through window swiftly.

He carried me on his shoulder and started running . I didn't move afraid that if I try to escape his grasp while he's running we may end up getting hurt both of us.

He was running pretty fast for someone that's carrying my canvas, my bag and me.

He crossed the whole campus without stopping for a mere second to catch his breath. When we reached his car, he put me down and without glancing at me he said "get in the car".

That sounded so harsh, and it did offend me like who is he to talk to me like that ?! 

I didn't argue with him not wanting to create a scene, so I just obeyed.

He got in the driver's seat and he didn't even look my way or say something to comfort me. All of a sudden my talkative Harry turned into a version of Jay, cold and full of secrets. I was offended and stressed out from his actions.

The drive was really fast since he was in a hurry to get me to my apartment. When we got out of the car he walked by my side hugging me in way a body guard would do and he was looking around us all the time as if someone was chasing us ...

I ignored him and got into the building unlocking the door to my apartment. I walked in and waited for him to follow me inside.

When the door was closed and we were alone, he didn't talk to me, he was texting rapidly on his phone.

"Who are you Harry?" I asked him while looking at him.

He froze in his place and looked at me, I could catch a glimpse of emotions in his eyes that he managed to hide very quickly and replace it with a cold stare.

"What do you mean?" He asked chocking a brow at me.

"You've been playing me all this time acting to be a friend of mine?" I was so damn hopeless to receive answers to my questions.

This past year, things has being happening around me and I can't let that happen anymore. I have the right to know everything that's going on.

"You'll know everything soon" He said and got out of my apartment leaving me alone.

Seconds later I received a text from Jay.

'Pack all your drawings and the necessary things that you need, I'll be there in 30 minutes to help you'.

I huffed in annoyance and went straight to my room and started collecting my drawings.


A.N.- Hello guys ! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter please vote if you did and comment to let me know what you think about it.

Thank you <3

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