Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

1: Arranged

Andy's P.O.V

"Prince Andy. Andrew."

I groaned, turning away from his voice. My curtains were pulled back, the light streaming into the room.

"Ugh, Jack, leave them! And don't call me prince, you're my best friend." I slowly opened my eyes so as not to be blinded by the sun.

"Sorry," Jack replied quietly. "But Queen Fowler wants you. She said it's important."

"Tell her I'll be down in ten minutes."

"No, Andy," Jack said firmly as he pulled me up. "It's almost 1 in the afternoon." He stood back, an eyebrow raised. I shook my head and sluggishly got out from under my covers.

"Let me have a shower first, and I'll come as soon as I'm done." Jack nodded silently, turning to leave. "Wait." I put a hand on his arm and made him face me, pecking his lips.

He blushed, scurrying away. Yes, we're best friends, and yes, he is a servant, but who cares? He's basically my boyfriend. We're just close, that's all.

His mum and my mum have been very close for years. When I was born, Jack's mother was my mum's midwife; my mum was also by her side when Jack was born, as his father had left them when he found out about her pregnancy.

I walked into the bathroom, stripped off and stepped under the shower head. The warm water cascaded past my shoulders, instantly making me relax.

After I was done, I walked over to my dresser, deciding to wear some nail polish. I picked the white one, sat down and applied it quickly, needing to get dressed.

***

"Andrew! There you are."

"What's up, Mum?" She smiled at me, beckoning to the seat opposite her. As I sat down, one of the servants placed a plate of food in front of me, which I dug into instantly. Dad rolled his eyes but struggled to suppress his grin. As soon as Mum turned to him, the grin was gone.

"Well, you know the Beaumonts? The royal family of Spain?" This time, it was Dad.

I hummed in response, not quite sure where he was going with this.

"Their younger son, Ryan, has been getting himself into a lot of trouble recently. Too much so, his mother and father are struggling to keep him restrained publicly."

"Okay," I said slowly. "Where do we play into this?" I had the vaguest idea, but shook my head of the thought.

"First, please don't talk with your mouth full, Andy," my mother commented. "And secondly, your father and I got in contact with Ryan's parents. They agreed it would be best for the two of you to get married."

What? They're joking.

Now, I was an openly gay prince, Mum and Dad both being accepting of it, but the youngest prince of Spain? I'd only ever heard of a bad boy streak from him, where he'd got himself into multiple scandals. Older than me by 2 years or so, he seemed quite intimidating.

"Mum, no. What about you guys? If I go off to fucking Spain, you'll be alone. What about Jack? He's my best friend." All through this, I tried to hold back my salty tears which were blurring my vision.

"Andrew, language," she scolded. "We'll be just fine here, and so will Jack. You'll return in a few years when it's your time to be King anyway."

"No. I'm not going to get married to some guy I don't even know, and leave my family behind." As I said this, Jack entered, standing behind me. I took hold of his hand and pulled him onto my lap, my arms around his waist protectively.

"Andy," Dad said with a warning look. He frowned at the sight of me holding my best friend in my lap and kissing his temple. I ignored him, making sure Jack couldn't just ditch me. 

"You're going to get married to Ryan. If you want what's best for us, your family, your friends, your kingdom, you will do what we're telling you. Or you can give up your role as heir to the throne." Mum waved her hand at me dismissively, leaning forward with her head in her hands. I got up and led Jack out, and into my room.

"I don't want you to go," he whispered. I cut him off with a kiss, my hands roaming his body. "But do what's best for us, Andy." 

I pulled away, and placed my hands on his cheeks. "Jack, the best thing for us is for me to be here."

"But you're going to get married to Ryan, and you'll forget about me." He slipped out of my hold and ran off, leaving me standing there. I shook my head, and decided to just relax for the day. 

I sat on my bed, scrolling through my phone. It was too bad we couldn't have any social media, I wanted to have a closer look into the life of the boy I would have to marry. I rolled my eyes, and just made myself an undercover account on Instagram. 

Hmm, knowing his reputation, Ryan probably does have Instagram or something.

I smirked as I came across his account, clicking on it instantly. It was covered with his half naked body (which I must admit, looked amazing) and the many pictures of him with girls dressed like strippers. I groaned in disgust, turning my phone off. Did I seriously have to marry this... fuckboy? My phone pinged again with a message from Harvey. His father was my dad's royal advisor and basically his best friend, meaning me and Jack had grown up close over the years. But they seemed a little closer than I'd have liked, to be fair.

Harvey: Do you want to join me in the garden for a bit?

Me: Yeah, alright. I'll be down in a minute.

I made my way downstairs, where Harvey was leaning against the frame of the door to the garden. 

"You've got something on your mind. Is it that stuff to do with Prince Ryan?"

I sighed heavily, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. Jack. He thinks that when I get married, I'll forget about him and everything between us will be over."

Harvey looked at me confusedly. "But you guys won't even be in the same country after you get married. There won't be anything to lose once you're gone."

"Didn't have to be so subtle about it, Harv," I said, my voice dripping in sarcasm.

"I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, Andy. It's just the honest truth." He shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking as we continued our walk.

"Harvey?"

"Mm?" 

"D-do you like Jack? Tell me. I won't be mad or anything." I'd be downright jealous. I know that sounded selfish, but Jack just means so much to me. I don't want to lose him.

"Uh, yeah. I do. I don't think he knows, though."

"Oh. You should tell him. I'm sure he likes you too." No! What are you doing, you idiot? 

"Alright, thanks, Andy."

"Anytime," I smiled, clenching my jaw. Harvey gave me a smile and walked back to the castle, not looking back. As soon as he was out of sight, I kicked the nearest tree as hard as I could. Don't judge, I needed to take my anger out on something.