I would give my soul for you

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Princes pov

I was woken up by rustling about. Anastasia was getting dressed silently infront of me. She had her joggers and her bra on and turned around swiftly, noticing I was awake. She covered her cleavage up with her thin, pale, veiny hand and laughed awkwardly.

"I lost my tank top, will you give me your shirt?" She asked.

I threw her a spare Nike shirt at her and she caught it, slipping it on her. I was in love with her. I am in love with her. Deeply.

"Annie?" I sighed.

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk about last night?" I asked, checking my phone: 9:54 am

"When we-"

"Kissed" we both said in unison.

"Prince, I- I was not thinking straight, I was upset about the Tyrone thing and I used you for a distraction and that was horrible and cruel of me to do."

I was just a distraction.

"Oh yeah, I should have pulled away, you weren't properly thinking. My bad." I chuckled nervously.

"Thank you." Anastasia sighed, tying her up.

I love you.

"Let's go get breakfast?" I asked as we walked downstairs. No one was there. They left a note:
Darling, we have went out to the pub. We will be back around 4pm. Love you lots
XOXO

Nicole.

"Pub! Seriously!" Anastasia sighed, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

I nodded as I sat down.

"Prince." She called out, walking towards me. "I will never hurt you again. You mean so much to me." She grabbed my hand. "I love you."

I leaned over and kissed her passionately, cupping her cheeks.

She gently shoved me away.

"No- Prince. Im sorry. I don't love you like that. I love you as a friend." She shuffled awkwardly around in her seat.

"Oh. I read that wrong." I sighed, getting up and going to the bathroom.

"Prince! Im sorry"

"It's fine, no," I whispered, locking the door.

I rubbed my hands over my face, she gently knocked on the door.

I opened it and she stood there innocent-looking. "Prince I'm really sorry. I am."

"It's ok." I muttered.

"It's raining again." Annie sighed, cuddling me.

I nodded and wrapped my arms around her waist.

We walked out into the rain and started dancing.

I spun her around as we slow-danced together.

"Jesus fucking Christ it's hard to keep my eyes open." She laughed as she was completely soaked.

I smiled and let her rest her head in my chest.

"We are going to get colds, darling." I smiled, still swaying our bodies to an imaginary rhythm.

"I don't care. This is the happiest I've felt in a long time."

I smiled as she gripped onto my back and sneezed.

"Let's go get dry, yeah?"

She nodded as we walked to our bedroom. We dried off with a towel and wore matching onesies.

We cuddled each other in bed, sneezing.

"Prince, I do love you. Just as a best friend.."

"Me too."

No. I wouldn't do this anymore. I refused. She knows I love her. It's emotional torture. I got up and stormed out the room, out the house and marched up the road. She followed me right after I left.