Hailee's POV
Whoosh! The window is blown open by the winter breeze as I wake up in a shiver. I quickly get out of the bed to close the window, securing the lock. I take a deep breath and turn around to the bed again. In it, peacefully sleeps (Y/N) — my beautiful girlfriend. I smile at her sleeping, slowly walking to her side of the bed, gently sitting myself down.
My fingers softly caress her cheeks as my lips inch closer to hers. I give her a little peck, feeling her smile against my lips. "Morning, cutie!" she cheerfully says to me. I kiss her neck after, "Morning, princess!" I tell her, and she wakes up in an instant. "Huh? What, me? A princess? Pfff, I wish." she says. I furrow my brows, laughing at how frazzled she got. "You okay, that's just my nickname for you." I tell her, giggling.
She takes a breath of relief, "Oh, oh. Ahaha, that's what I thought too. Got ya!" she said, rubbing her eyes and getting out of bed. Okay? That was a little odd, but I disregard it. Maybe she took it a little too literally. It's okay.
(Y/N)'s POV
Shit. I almost blew it. She can't know I'm a princess — not yet anyway. The last time I went out with someone, they knew I was royalty. The instant they found my rival, who happened to be the Princess of Saudi, she left me for her. It hurt knowing that I was used for my riches and not loved at all. Of course, I'm not saying Hailee is that kind of person.
But I think I need a little more time before I tell her the truth. I mean, we haven't been dating for very long — about seven months, today. I've told my parents about her and everything. They love her, but they haven't met her in real life. It's slowly getting to me because she's already taken me to meet her parents — and I get along with them rather well.
I feel bad because I want the same for Hailee. I want my parents and her to chum it out while I shake my head to see how stupid and cute they're being and everything else in between. I don't know how much longer I can keep this a secret from her.
Hailee's POV
Well, okay. Note to self — find a new nickname. She clearly doesn't seem to like that one. I head over to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth — the works. I finish up when I see (Y/N) already dressed. "Since when did you get ready?" I asked her, confused. She smiled at my confusion, "I used the second bathroom." she told me, pointing to the ajar door.
"I'm sorry. Did I stay too long in there?" I ask, feeling bad I might've made her wait a while. She shakes her head, "No, not at all." she says, making her way to me. "I just thought, 'What's the use of other bathrooms if you don't use them?'." she said, cupping my face, giving me a light peck. I scrunch up my face, "If you say so." I tell her smiling.
She pulls away, putting on her jacket. "Leaving already?" I ask her. "Yeah, I umm — there's something I've got to do." she says, kinda looking a little rushy. "Well, call me if you need anything." I tel her. She nods, kissing my lips and walking out the door downstairs and out in her car. I watch her car drive off and I sink in my couch pretty much infatuated. She's the love of my life, honestly.
I look through the pictures (Y/N) and I have and I smile at each embarrassing one I've taken of her. I then scroll a bit further to see a picture of (Y/N) and my parents. I smile, but it fades when I remember that I've never met her parents before. I've always wanted to meet her parents. But I'd thought the reason for her not mentioning meeting them was because she needed time. And I never pressured her — not even once.
But now seeing as I don't bring up meeting her parents, I'm having a feeling she thinks that I don't want to meet them. But in reality, I'm up in flames not knowing what they're like.
