Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

Prince!Ashton Part 5

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When they got back to the palace everyone was stressed, they were planning a wedding after all, a wedding that would take place very very soon.

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He was starting to think the world hated him. It had been a week since he'd seen you, and he was going insane. The princess wanted the wedding to be perfect and had them practice everything, and by everything, it really was everything. Ashton thinks he's spent about 3 hours attached to the princess' face. According to the head planner, their kiss wasn't convincing enough. He didn't understand why they had to keep doing it. He felt like he was betraying you, even though it seemed as though you guys were over, he didn't want to do it anymore. "Ash, baby, you need to at least try and pretend you don't hate me. I need you to try. If you want to stop doing this, we need to make it convincing. Kiss me like you would kiss your love. Come on Ashy, show me you love me." And he did, he pretended she was you and kissed her with all he had, till they were breathless, she opened her eyes and smiled. "Just like that baby." She cupped his cheek as he walked away. She just wouldn't stop would she. She kept calling him baby, what you called him. What he still wanted you to call him. He needed to find you, needed to clear his head, needed to be with his favorite person in the world. But you were no where to be found. He had sent guards to find you, he had even looked himself, but it was like you just vanished. "Honey?" That was his mum, "Yeah mum?" He turned, his gaze focusing on her. "I'm sorry for what you had to do. It's never about love, and I am truly sorry you had to give yours up for the sake of the kingdom. But by the looks of it, it seems like you and the princess are actually doing well, you two seem to be closer." If only she knew how much he didn't like her. How much he hated how she would try to make a move on him. The planner had suggested they act like a couple, meaning holding hands in public, kissing every so often, and sharing a room. He felt awful, like with every kiss or every picture of them together was slowly breaking his heart. He knew you saw the pictures. They were all over the news, magazines, newspapers. Why people cared about his private like was beyond him. He just wished that they would respect that he didn't want pictures of himself with her right now. Or ever. "Ashy, baby, we have to go to get ready for the wedding shower." The men usually weren't invited to the wedding shower. But the princess had insisted he come to meet her friends, and he was ecstatic. At the shower, he did in fact meet all of friends, and he concluded that they were exactly like her. At the end, all he wanted to do was go to his room and sleep. He was exhausted, and the wedding was in two weeks. He still didn't know how or if he could even stop it anymore. Did he need to? You two had broken up, maybe he could give the princess a chance, maybe she could be nice. So that is what he decided to do, be nice to the princess and try and get over you.