Horan Twins

Chapter Four

Bartley's POV

July 17th, 2011

Bags packed? Check. Toothbrush? Check. Phone and phone charger? Check. Plane ticket? Check.

"Bartley! Get down here now or we are gonna miss out super duper important flight!" I laughed at my moms behavior and rushed downstairs and got into the taxi.

I was silent the entire ride to the airport, my mothers already making up ideas for the royal wedding. I think this is the first time they've planned a wedding with an unlimited amount of money. This was the future king and queen for god sakes.

Our ride to the airport was soon ended, and we were escorted by security to a private jet.

"Couldn't we have just flown regularly?" I asked, even though on the inside I was screaming with joy. This was my first time flying, and it was in a private jet!

"I didn't know we were flying in a private jet either, but whatever Prince William wants, he gets."

Nevertheless, the flight was incredible. I always had a love for being in the air. Like when you were a kid and had competitions with your friend on who could jump the highest on the trampoline. All except I didn't have any friends, or a trampoline. What I did have were trees, and the roof of my house, and I was okay with that.

When we arrived at the palace, our things were taken to our rooms, and we were all escorted to the dining hall, where dinner was being served. It was all quite weird, because at home right now it was morning, and here it was night.

I'm going to have the worst jet lag.

My moms and I sat at the end of the table, I sat next to them, and the royal family would arrive and sit across from us.

"Oh! Kate! They're here!" A deep British accent yelled from the doorway.

A few seconds later, the two fiancé's emerged from the doorway, one with a cricked tie, and the other with a dress and one shoe on.

"I'm sorry we had to meet this way, we just got out of the pool and were informed our company had arrived. I'm so sorry this couldn't have been more professional, I really didn't want to keep you three waiting." Kate apologized.

"It's really no problem, it's a pleasure to be here, really." My mothers and Kate conversed for awhile about the wedding while Prince William and I sat there awkwardly and Eavesdropped.

"So are you their son?" Prince William suddenly asked me. I could feel eyes on my back, and took a quick notice that there were security urging me to respond quickly.

"I'm their foster son, yes." I said in a low voice. Ever since I moved in with my moms I had broken out of my shell a little bit, but I was talking to royalty and that made the pressure to speak ten times harder. The stress was eating me alive.

To cover up my small voice, I coughed awkwardly and gave him a smile, repeating myself a bit louder.

"I am their foster son."

"That's wonderful! How long have you been with these lovely women?" He questioned. He wasn't creepy at all. He seemed very trustworthy and respectful, seeming to keep his boundaries in check.

"About three months." I said, a lot more confident now than the first time I spoke. "I'm Bartley by the way." I shook his hand tightly.

"Wow Bartley, you have a very firm handshake, I am William." My cheeks turned crimson from his compliment, and from embarrassment. There were at least five men staring at me with their hands on their guns, ready to shoot me if I harmed the prince in anyway.

"Thank you, as do you." I relplied, sitting back down in my seat. "so what's it like to be getting married?" I asked.

"Well, it's basically a lot of stress for everything to be perfect. Kate is having a dress designer from France come by tomorrow to design her dress, and she insists I must not see anything. I just don't want to be away from her the whole day, I love her." He said with a smile and pink-tinted cheeks.

"Don't worry, William. She is in great hands, my mothers will make everything perfect, trust me." I smiled, and so did he.

"I think you and Kate are the only people in a year to call me by William and not Prince William. It feels nice to be treated like a royal guy."

"I don't know how to treat royalty, so I treat them how I treat everyone else, like I want to be treated." I said, and he smiled.

"You're really growing on me Bartley. I might just have to keep you here." He said and I laughed, a real genuine laugh, William laughed too.

Sooner or later, sooner, my moms and Kate were pestering us on telling them what we were laughing about, but neither of us would tell.

Prince William was just a normal guy with a lot of power, and a love for humor... And for Kate.

"Were you making fun of our wedding ideas, Will?" Kate asked, using her fiancé's nickname as leverage.

"Of coarse not!" He immediately responded. "I have a few ideas for the wedding myself." He said in a matter-of-fact.

"Well don't leave us waiting! What are they?" My mom pestered.

"Orange." he stated and everyone's eyes at the table furrowed. Even a few security guards snickered.

"Orange what?" Kate pronounced.

"Instead of cake, during the ceremony, we could share an orange! You know, since I hate frosting." His state of seriousness made me laugh, and my mothers eyes glared at me from the side of my head.

"I have a better idea." I said confidently, and everyone's heads turned to me. My mothers looked shocked, and I was shocked at my confidence myself. "If you hate frosting so much, don't share an orange, just have pie." I smiled.

"That's a brilliant idea!" Kate and William said in sync. My mothers agreed, and I was silent for the rest of the conversation.

When dinner was served, everyone ate quietly as the adults in the room sipped on wine, and I drank my small cup of peach tea.

AUTHORS NOTE

Okay I don't know if Prince William actually hates frosting, but please remember this is purely fiction.

I know none of this stuff ever happens, so don't say it's unrealistic because I already know it is.

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~ya girl Diana~