Another way (Young Royals)

The morning after

(Wilhelm's point of view)

When I woke up that morning I was laying next to Simon, who was still sleeping. He was so pretty when he was asleep. So peaceful. I could not understand that he had made it to school in the middle of the night. For me. Just because I needed him. I could not express how much love I had for him. Every time I laid my eyes on him I felt warm inside. I just wanted to touch him. Wanted him to touch me. I could not comprehend that it was real. That someone could like me for me. Someone who did not love or hate me because of my title. When he looked at me he saw Wille, his boyfriend. Not prince Wilhelm of Sweden. I let my fingers feel through his curly hair and then I caressed his face. I could not keep myself from touching him anymore. Even if I ended up waking him up a second time.

"Hi," I said.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I am okay," I replied. "And you?"

"I am fine, but you have a horrible morning breath, babe," he replied. I giggled and began teasing him by breathing at him.

"Do I? What does it smell like?" I said. He laughed and tried to turn away from me to avoid my breath.

"Idiot," he said and tried to escape the bad breath. I caught him in my arms and breathed in his face. He took my face in his hands and pulled me closer and kissed me. I kissed him back. I felt his hands in my hair. When someone knocked on my door I got off him. He laughed, but tried to stop himself.

"It is 7.30 AM," I heard Samuel, a second year boy say through the door. "Breakfast is served now, prince Wilhelm."

"Thank you, Samuel," I replied. Simon imitated me and I gave him a look. When I heard Samuel walk away I laughed with him.

"Thank you for coming yesterday. I don't think I would have fallen asleep at all if you were not here," I said.

"Anytime," he replied. I kissed him one last time before standing up. People would wonder if I did not attend breakfast. They noticed when I was or was not in the room. Simon was on the other hand invisible to them. They did not care to see him, since he was not from a wealthy family. I would not care if he lived under a bridge. I would have loved him either way.

"You can follow me when I have gone down for breakfast. Make it seem like you took the bus, okay?" I said. He nodded. He was still wrapped up in a blanket in my bed. He was so cute. Handsome.

"See you later," he said before I walked out the corridor. I met August and Vincent, who looked like they were hung over.

"Good morning," I said. I was not in the mood to talk to August, but I had to act normally.

"Did you sleep well, Wille?" August asked me. He smiled at me.

"Yeah, I slept ok. And you?" I asked. I had a feeling they had been out partying, even though it was just Thursday today.

"The few hours I actually slept was really nice, yeah," August said. We walked inside the dining hall and I made myself some sandwiches and poured some orange juice into a glass. I sat down by the long table and the third year boys joined me. I would have preferred if they had followed the rules and sat by the other end of the table, but apparently they wanted to sit with the first years. Or well, they wanted to sit with me. A few minutes later I noticed Simon's purple hoodie in the hallway. He made himself some sandwiches and a cup of coffé and sat down with some of our classmates. Before he sat down he had given me a look, telling me that he had seen me. It was August and Vincent who made him sit elsewhere, I was pretty sure. They did not get along too well. And August was straight out rude to Simon. He had even hit Simon before my eyes. I wished I sat with Simon and the other first year students. I did not like August or any of his friends, but I had to put up a facade. It was expected that at least August and I would get along. But I did not like him. I looked over at Simon. Wished I sat next to him, so that I could hold his hand or have a hand on his thigh under the table. But here I was stuck with August and Vincent.