The Good Or Bad Type

Chaper 8

"Am I drunk? Yes 100%" I laughed
"Keep it down." Léo hushed as he tried to take me back to my room
"La la la la la. I can't hear you." I shrieked
"Type." He said sternly putting his hand over my mouth
"Mt ob mm"
"Shh!"
"M mt mb!"
"Type I know I have to ask permission to touch you but you're loud and drunk and I don't wanna wake up the whole mansion." He whispered and then I bit him "Son of a bitch!"
"I couldn't breathe you idiot."
"Whatever." He said rolling his eyes.
"Attempted murder."
"You're so dramatic."
"No I'm not."
"Yeah you are." He said stepping closer to me and I stepped back only to hit the wall behind me.
"What are you doing?"
"I've had a couple." He shrugged placing his hand beside my head.
"What are you doing?" I repeated quitely
"Shh." He leant his head towards mine and I didn't stop him.
"You smell nice." I hummed. I recognised the cologne but I wasn't sure where from.
"Shh." He said holding his finger against my lips. His eyes were so much prettier up close. I never thought eyes were as pretty as how they are in books but his were stunning. When I first saw them I thought they were sharp and cold but now they look more like a soft brown.  His skin looked so soft and smooth. Even as a Prince with literal royal blood running through me I get acne, but his skin was perfect. And I loved the way he was looking at me.

"Type is that you?" We heard my mother calling and we instantly jumped away from each other "Oh Léo. What are you both doing? You didn't just come home from the garden party did you?"
"Yeah we did." I giggled "I sent everyone else home though."
"Go to bed. We'll talk about this tommorow."
"I'm sorry, Mrs Windsor." Léo bowed next to me before hurrying of to his own room
"He didn't bow to me." I said angrily.
"Go to bed Type."
"Okay, mum." I stumbled over to hug her "goodnight." Then I knocked loudly on Leo's door "Goodnight, Léo!"

It took a while to figure out where my bed was and I tripped over a couple times but I eventually made it into bed alive and fully clothed. At least I'd get a restfull sleep.

"Type Alexander Charles Windsor." My mother stormed in waking me up.
"Agh where's the bomb?" I jumped up
"Bomb- I'm not even gonna ask. Get up."
"What's with the full name, chill out woman."
"I'm angry, using your full name publicly displays my feelings."
"Have you been reading those mother psychology books again?" I said rubbing my sleepy dust away.
"Get up." She sighed. "I want you downstairs in 5 minuets."
"Whatever." I groaned crawling back into my covers
"I mean it Type, get up."
"Okay, okay." But she still stood there
"I'll wait."
"Ugh." I crawled out of bed trying to hold in as much sleep energy as possible. "Now are you gonna go?'
"5 minuets." She warned again.
"Okay." I put on a pair of slippers and got dressed into the most average person outfit. I have to wear suits when I'm in public or outside the mansion unless it's a casual event which rarely occurs. So when I'm inside I wear jeans like any normal person.

"Oh." As I walked into the living room I saw Maddi, Léo, Harrold, their mother and my mother sat around the dinning table with breakfast. Fuck breakfast. I feel sick already at the thought of it.
"Good morning, Prince Type." Maddi said standing up and curtseying. The other three must have caught on and followed suit.
"What are your plans today, darling?" My mother asked not having moved from her chair.
"I haven't really got any. Why?"
"Well you have now."
"And what would they be?" I replied tiredly
"I want you spending more time with Eleanor."
"But why?"
"She's very beautiful and polite and kind. I think you really like her."
"I don't know her." I groaned
"Please refrain from acting this way infront if our guests." My mum said sternly
"I don't want her though."
"Type." She warned
"I was gonna spend time with Maddi." Oh my god. No. Why did I say that?
"Oh?" My mum sat still looking between us "well of course, that's wonderful" everyone at the table was beaming, except Maddi who looked embarrassed and Léo who looked dead inside.
"Well let's not put it off." My mum smiled "you can get going after breakfast."
"That was the plan." I replied sitting down.
"Where are you taking, my daughter?" Mrs Tussaint asked finally in a weak French accent. Her English was really good.
"It was going to be a surprise." I improvised
"I would like to be informed on my daughters whereabouts."
"La maman, pas maintenant. Se tranquilliser."
"Tranquilliser?" I questioned "are you trying to drug us?" I panicked
"No, Type, he's telling her to not worry about it." Léo translated
"Oh okay, thanks." I said and for the first time this morning we actually looked at each other.