I would give my soul for you

15

Prince's pov:

Everyone was sitting down in me and Anastasia's room. We were vaping and drinking.

"Never have I ever cheated." Anastasia slurred, very drunk.

"Yeah, I once kissed some random guy, I was too high to remember though." Kitty smirked, rolling around Tyrone. He stumbled towards Anastasia and slithered his arm around her waist, she rested her head on her shoulder. I was sitting next to Henry, he was puffing his vape silently.

"Never have I ever... had a boyfriend!" Jess smiled, putting her vodka down.

"I had one. Prince being the overprotective dickhead that he is made him break up with me. His name was Finn, he said 'Anastasia, I know your cheating on me so I have to leave you.' Of course I wasn't cheating on him, I just have a close friendship with Prince, that's all!" She drunkenly giggled, lying down on Tyrone's lap.

Ok, that was it.

I walked over to her and placed her head into my torso, but she shoved me away and laid back on Tyrone.

Everyone was giving them weird looks. The two people who hated each other more than anything were cuddling.

"Ok, it's late, let's go to bed." Jess sighed, getting up, grabbing the 5 empty Vodka bottles.

"Alright." I sighed, getting up, taking mine and Anastasia's vape. "Come on Annie,"

"Prince." She smiled, stumbling over to me.

"Come on," I sighed happily, wrapping an arm around her and bringing her closer to my embrace. Tyrone was left all alone. And I couldn't care less.

When we got to our dorm, Anastasia was already half asleep. "Come on, brush your teeth." I said, walking her to the bathroom.

"No, fuck off!" She shouted, stumbling out in the direction of her bed. She tripped on the desk, falling flat on the floor. "Shit." She mumbled, struggling to get herself up. I picked her up, bridal style. She was 5'4 and I was 6ft. Tiny compared to me.

"Come on, go to sleep." I gently laid her on the bed. Her being the annoying bitch she can be, pulled me into her and grabbed my neck.

'Annie, let me put the beds together." I sighed, getting up, lifting the desk separating our beds, placing it on her side and then joined the beds together. I lay down and snuggled into her embrace.

"Prince, I can't fall asleep." She laughed, grabbing my hair.

"I can." I was desperate for sleep.

"Please, love." She smirked, twirling my hair with her fingers.

"What do you want?" I sighed.

"Sing to me." She drunkenly whispered, grabbing my hand and bringing it to her mouth.

"What song?" I asked.

"The song."

"What's the song?"

"Our song."

"Oh, that song." I smiled, I started singing Careless Whispers by George Micheal. We both heard this song for the first time at a bar. Our parents were drunk and we were messing around with the jukebox, writing silly words in there like: booby or peepee or poo. We were only 7.

Flashback

"No! How many times, no amount of money could ever make up for trauma, especially not some overpaid shit therapist!" My mother, Nicole went on and on about. Her and Annie's dad were having a conversation about something. Annie's hair was in a low plait and she was wearing her favourite pink party dress with pink sparkly tights. I was wearing a cars t-shirt and blue jeans.

"Prince, what is that?" Annie pointed to the jukebox.

"Let's go check it out." I jumped off the high seat. She followed shortly after.

"Look, you can write whatever you want!" She stated. We began writing silly stuff into there, laughing manically.

After we were done playing with it, I grabbed her hand and we walked out of the pub with both of our parents. Since Harper wasn't drunk, she drove us.

**

Her breathing began to be more steady against my hand, she was asleep. Her plump lips were giving me a small smile.

"Good night love." I whispered. "My love."

I played with her fingers and rings until I went to sleep. God, she was the prettiest girl I have ever laid eyes on.