Once Upon A Royal Love

Chapter 21

This Chapter Is R-Rated

Alex's POV

I stretched as I found my myself wrapped underneath William's arm, he slept so peacefully. He still looked cute sleeping, how was that even possible.

I looked over to the clock on his night-stand, "12:32pm", it read.

Whelp, I guess we we're missing school.
I looked to see the view of Oakham. To think about it, I'd never been in his room until last night.

And if you're wondering, we just talked. That's all. We didn't kiss. Didn't have sex. It was actually needed. The talk.

Last Night

"wait so you're telling me your almost 18, and you never learned how to drive?", William asked separating the champagne bottle from his lips as we sat on the floor.

I shook my head.
"Have you ever gotten into the driver side of a car?", He asked.

"No. I still have to do to that", I said biting my lip.
"One of these days your gonna have to let teach you", he said.

"Uhh.. okay. You're turn", I told him as we were playing truth or truth, we had to tell an emotional truth. I guess this was our way of understanding each other better.

"I don't know. I just... I have everything anyone could ever want. A perfect life. Money. Popularity. I'm head masters for godsakes, and for some reason.... I don't want any of that.", He said.

I sat listening to him waiting for him to continue.

"I just want to have a normal life, with you, with a few friends, no one looking up to, or pressuring to be better because honestly this is my better. After this the only place I can is down", he said.

We both come from different backgrounds.
I was the broken, trying to heal, poor black girl from America.
He was the broken, trying to heal, rich white boy from England.
We weren't so different after all. Despite our differences we we're still kind of the same, I guess.

"That's not true", I say as he wanted me to finish.

"You can't be perfect. Of course you're going to mess up and fall down sometimes, because life is hard. And if it wasn't hard, I wouldn't be called Life", I said.

He smiled, "your turn", he said passing me the bottle of champagne, I took the bottle to my mouth and jug some down.

I swallowed hard.
My heart began pounding.
I knew I was about to cry.
But why?
I hadn't even said anything yet.

"For some reason, I will always feel like I'm never going to bed enough. Not for you. Not for my father. Not my mother. Not anyone else. Not even me. Like after my mother died, I lost hope of trying. I lost hope in everything, in life. In love. In friends. Because I thought I was better of plugging in my headphones and blocking out the world", I said tears streaming down my cheeks.

"When all I did was push everyone away.", I said crying harder.

"And that's why I'm afraid of loving you. Because I don't if I'll ever be enough. Or you'll tired of me. Or lose hope in me. Because ever since you sat down at my table, my life has been amazing. And I don't want you dating Anne. I don't you leaving me again. I don't want to have drink to forget about you. I don't want your mother to hate me. I want you- I just want- he cut me off, He pulled me closer so I can lay in into his chest.