Prologue
When I was little, my parents would usually bring me to see the latest movie, all were Disney princesses, to be precise. Whether it would be Ariel getting married to Prince Eric or Jasmine getting married to Aladdin, it was always Disney.
Of course, being the curious 5-year-old I was, it got me thinking, 'will I ever get my happy ending? Will I ever get my prince charming?' Asking my father this, he was shocked, surprised even, but he covered that up bent down and said, "Ally, sweetie, when you grow up, you will have your own happy ending. He may not look like Prince Eric or Prince Naveen, but he will love you with all he has. You might meet him in a couple years or maybe in 30 years from now, I don't know, but what I do know is that you're a smart, beautiful and talented little girl. Sooner or later, your prince charming will come and you will live happily ever after."
Being young and naïve, I didn’t know what he meant by that. I didn't know if he even meant what he said, but I held onto it. I held on to the fact that I will get my happy ending, but when I turned twelve everything just kind of... fell apart.
That year, my mother and I found out my father had been cheating on her for the past two months. When she had confronted him about it, they fought long and hard. Just listening to them made me realize not everyone gets their happy endings. It made me realize how love can be so powerful and demeaning but soft and subtle at the same time. Later that night, my dad came into my room when I was 'sleeping.’ I remember that night clearly.
*Flashback*
"I don't care anymore John. I really don't, so it's either you leave us or we leave your sorry ass." My mother cried. My music was blasted all the way while wearing my grey and black ear-buds; I still couldn't drown out their voices.
"Us? You want me to leave our 12-year-old daughter and walk away as if nothing had ever happened? Well guess what Rose, things did happen. It was a mistake, okay?" My father tried compromising with my mother, but she was stubborn.
"If you knew it was a mistake then why didn't you stop two years ago? Now take your things and get the hell out of my house." She sneered.
"Fine, if you’re going to act like this, so be it. Just don't come back crying to me, Rose." I could hear him packing his own bags from my room. It was two a.m. and my parents have been fighting non-stop. I've tried everything. Putting my pillow over my head to plugging my earphones into my iPod and blasting my music on all the way; nothing could silence their voices.
Suddenly, the door creaked open and a pair of footprints came thumping towards my bed. I quickly closed my eyes shut, pretending I was asleep. My bed suddenly had dipped. Then, I heard a voice, but not any voice, it was my father’s.
“Sweetheart, I know you’re awake, you can open your eyes.” Softly, he creased my face.
“Daddy, where are you going?” I asked tiredly.
“Well, cupcake, I’m going to be gone for a while. I’ll be back princess, don’t worry,” his voice cracking.
“When?” I asked.
“I don’t know princess, but I do know is that one day, you’ll see me again.” I swear a couple tears went down his face, but I just didn’t understand. I guess it wasn’t my fault, but at the same time, I feel like it was me who made the mistake in this family. Not my father, nor my mother. Me.
“Please don’t leave me daddy.” By now, I was balling my eyes out. My eyes were red and puffy, tear streaks were staining my cheeks and I looked like a mess, like someone has just taken my favorite book away from me.
“I’m so, so sorry Ally-bee but I’ve got to go now.” My father softly whispered, getting up to place a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“No daddy, no!” I screamed.
He turned to take one last look at me, wiping his tears and turning to shut the door. I sat in my bed, crying and screaming; I couldn’t bear to think of a life without my father. It was acting ridiculous, crying over my father leaving me? A father should never leave his child.
The next day, my eyes were red and puffy. My mom looked worse. Her hair was a mess, she had mascara running down her cheeks, and she looked tired and weak.
“Mom,” I walked up to her quietly, “are we going to be okay?”
She had a tired look in her eye, and that spark, the spark in her eye, was lost. She looked down at me, stroking my cheek, “we’ll be okay Ally,” Her voice cracked, “now go get dressed, you have school today.”
I went upstairs, picking out my outfit for the day. But from that day on, I made a promise, a promise to not only to myself, but to my mother. From that day on, I promised to do everything in my power to help my mom; and I did.
*Flashback over*
Now, were into 2014, I’m eighteen and my life’s perfect. The night I got home from school that night, my mom announced that we were moving in with my Aunt Jane, who just happened to live in Australia. I was twelve and naïve, of course I wanted to move to Australia from my boring hometown in the UK. I wasn’t really sad, if I was honest with you, I never really had any friends, I got picked on every once and a while, but I was fair to it. Now, I’m leaving the country to live somewhere nice and sunny. I mean, who wouldn’t like that?
Now that I mentioned Australia, here is where I met someone special, someone worth fighting for, and through our ups and downs, we managed to stick together, just like we promised.
Here’s to the story about someone who loved me. Here’s to the story of the four idiots who happened to be neighbours with my Aunt Jane. Here’s to the guy the made me realize that my father’s words, were right. Here’s to someone called Luke Hemmings, who happened to bring out the Hidden Princess in me.
A/N
Helloooo:) and welcome to Hidden ~ l.h. I'm happy that you've choosen this fanfiction to read. I'm sorry that I've been a bit too late to update on my main account "@FiveSecondsOfCal" but wattpad was being a bitch and decided to change my password. I'm sorry for that.
I hope you liked the prologue and I am currently editing chapter one so that will be up soon.
ASHTON FLETCHER IRWIN IS 20 YEARS OLD TODAY CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO REALIZE THIS. A 20 YEAR OLD WHO WEARS PONY TEE SHIRTS WOW ISN'T THAT NEW.
HE'S RAD AND FAB.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHTON WE LOVE YOU.
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Until next time,
Hillary:) xx
