When Donald met Lizzie

Falling for Lizzie

Donald woke up in a hot flush "woah! That was a bad dream" he thought to himself. He looked over his shoulder to see Melania wasn't beside him,  he sighed as he picked up his phone to check twitter. Scrolling through the usual hate tweets his eyes begin to well up "why?" he whispered to himself as tears stroll down his sun kissed cheeks. He threw his phone onto the bed as he ran into the bathroom he couldn't hold it in any longer, he took a deep breath and looked in the mirror and let it all out. He picked up a razor blade and sat in the corner next to the sink, he closes his eyes as he glides the sharp blade along the soft pale skin of his wrists, he drops the blade and looks down seeing the blood flowing from his delicate wrist, suddenly he remembers today is the day, he gets to meet the Queen of England - Lizzie.  The tears stop, it's like they were never there, a smile forms on his face as he hops up and runs the wound under the cold water, he looks at his reflection and just smiles, he can't contain his joy. 

Brittany, his assistant, tapped lightly on the bathroom door "Sir, I have the fake tan you wanted." she said softly.  He walked over to the door "Oh yes come in" he replied while unlocking the door.  She placed the tan beside the sink, when she noticed the blood, the room was silent and she said nothing, she knew all too well what Donald had done. Brittany took his hand and just smiled for a moment "You'll be okay" she said reassuringly, she then left the room leaving him to get ready for the Queen. 

As he walked out the bathroom, freshly showered, freshly tanned and in a brand new navy suit - he felt like a million dollars. Melania ran up to Donald "You look so handsome" she said lovingly as she gave him a big hug and kissed him on the cheek. Donald stood still almost like a statue "Thank you sweetheart" he replied with no expression on his face. The smile and joy he had felt was gone, he knew Melania loved him, but he didn't feel the same, how could he love an old washed up model like her? Melania looked Donald in the eyes "I love you" she said sweetly. Donald just looked at her blankly "We better get going, can't be late" he quickly changed the subject and walked out of the room. They entered the lift making their way down to the car waiting for them. Melania and Donald were sat in their private limo taking them to Buckingham Palace, not a word was spoken. There was definitely tension in the air, but neither had the courage to acknowledge it. Melania placed her hand on Donalds, he looked over and gently moved his hand away, she sat and wondered what was going through his head, little did she know it wasn't her. "How long until we're there?" Donald asked the driver, "Not long, I'd say around 5 minutes" the driver replied. 

They pulled up outside of The Palace and Donald felt butterflies in his stomach, Melania reached out to hold his hand, but Donald continued to reject her efforts. A tall man approached them "Hello Mr and Mrs Trump" he said with a deep voice "if you follow me I'll take you inside" He walked ahead in front, Donald and Melania walked close behind. They were lead into a big room, almost like a waiting room. Shortly after they heard a door open, Donald looked over his shoulder and he saw Lizzie approach him "she's perfect" he thought to himself, seeing her like that made him realise how perfect she really was. He got nervous "It's lovely to meet you your majesty"  he said as smoothly as possible. "H-hello President Trump" her voice was quiet and sweet, he could tell she was just as nervous and knowing that relaxed him, "but please call me Lizzie" she added "very well, Lizzie you can call me Donald in that case" he replied with a grin, he could tell it was going well, as their conversation continued he couldn't stop staring at her, she was absolutely beautiful, he hadn't felt like this in years. He knew there was something between them instantly.