Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

5: Arguments

Andy's P.O.V

I woke up before everyone else, deciding to go downstairs and make breakfast. To my surprise, there was already a guy, around my age, preparing the food.

"Uh, hey?" He spun around, displaying abs through his shirt. How was it that every guy I'd seen so far in Spain was so good looking?

"Oh, Prince Andy. Good morning. I'm Alex, your chef. Would you like something to eat?"

"I'll just have some oatmeal. Do you want any help?" I grabbed a frying pan and two eggs.

"No, it's fine. You can go sit-"

"No, I insist," I replied quickly. He nodded, turning back to the stove. I got to know him, about his family and his background.

"Prince Andy?"

"Call me Andy."

"Okay. Do you like it here so far? And like, being married. I know Prince Rye can tend to be a bit... temperamental, to say the least. And Prince Brooklyn and Mikey are kind of-"

"Fuckboys? Yeah, I know." Alex chuckled when he heard what I'd called them.

"I'm not going to lie, though, Mikey is very good looking." His eyes had a sparkle in them when he mentioned Mikey. I smirked knowingly, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"Oh nothing," I replied. "It's just so clear that you're in love with him."

Alex turned red instantly. "W-what? No, I'm not."

"It's fine if you are, Alex."

"But it's not," he replied gloomily. "He and Rye have, you know..."

I was shocked. That was probably why he looked so grumpy at the wedding. "Oh."

"Yeah. I have no chance with him. And besides, I don't have the guts to tell him how I feel."

"I'm not saying you have to tell him, but he'll never know if you don't."

Alex nodded, plating all the food. We continued to laugh and talk, and for a moment, all my problems and negative feelings seemed to have faded. But just for a moment.

"What's going on in here?" Rye stood in the doorway, looking annoyed.

"We're just making breakfast. Is that a problem?" I stood my ground, refusing to let him knock me down emotionally. He'd already done that enough.

"It is when you have no right to mix with the servants. Do you think you can just come here acting like a glorified house guest, Andrew?"

"This is just as much my home as it is yours, Rye. I live here and can do as I please. You have no-"

"No what? No control over you? Honey, you don't know the half of it. And FYI, you don't belong here." He shoved past me, grabbed his plate of food and sat at the table.

"You're a dick," I stated simply.

"Just because you want my dick," he smirked. I scoffed in disgust. "Get out of my sight," he spat.

"Gladly." I took Alex's hand and went up to my room.

"I shouldn't be here..."

"No, it's fine. He's not the only one in this house." I was so done with Rye's bullshit.

"I'm sorry for making things worse, Andy. I don't want to ruin anything, honestly."

"You can't ruin what isn't there." I just wanted to be back home in England, cuddled up with Jack without having to worry about a marriage or a completely new life, somewhere I wasn't wanted.