Imagine:
It was a normal night. You watching tv in bed while Princeton was in the bathroom cleaning himself up. After hearing the movement behind the door quiet down, Princeton walked out drying his ears with the towel around his neck.
Princeton: Watcha' watching?
You: *'mumbles* I'm just channel surfing.
Princeton: Well put down that remote and surf on me ;)
Prince hopped on the bed and started ticking you until you bent over in front of him in pain from laughing. He kissed your back and began to hug you close.
Princeton: I love you :D
You: *pinches his cheek* I love you more Pwincey!
Princeton: That's impossible. I love you more.
You: -_____- Let me love you more.
Princeton: -.- Nooo!
In the background Prince's instagram alerts started going haywire. You looked at him in annoyance. Basically in a way that said "Why do you have you alerts on??" He crawled to the side of the bed and picked his phone off from the floor.
You: Are you about to make some fans' night?
Princeton: Nahh. Not tonight. Its your turn to have your night made.
You: *laughing* Psh! Okay.
You sat back and watched Prince scroll up and down his activity feed. Looking at the side of his face you could see it slowly dropping. The screen was tilted enough to where you could see on it there was a picture of him.
You: *breaks silence* Lay down and make my night already!! ;)
Princeton: Oh..sorry
He said it in a way you would've though he was gonna make a move on you right then. But he couldn't take his eyes off of the screen. It was like he was looking at the most intimidating thing he'd ever see. After waiting for another reaction you snatched the phone before he could remember to hold a grip on it.
Princeton: Please don't look at that :'/
You: Why??
The iPhone was held at your side while you looked at the tears form in Princeton's eyes. It was something you had never seen before. Him cry..Confused you looked down at the picture and read the caption under it. It was Princeton's 5th grade yearbook picture.
You: Prince....who owns this account?
Princeton: *voice cracks* One of my old classmates..
Reading the caption, the person was basically bragging off of the bullying they put Prince through. From pushing him around in the halls to clipping chunks of his hair off in class when they worked with scissors. Prince quickly walked out of the bedroom covering his face. Your stomach was completely twisted from disgust.
You: *talks to self* Why the hell would someone do this?! Why would people even TAG him?
You looked all over the house for him to find him outside the window sitting in the drivers seat of the car. His arms were folded across the steering wheel as he cried. You walked outside to go comfort him. Since the drivers door was unlocked, you opened it and wrapped your arms around his chest.
You: Don't cry. Please?
Princeton: *sobs/yells* What is WRONG with me?! Why do people constantly talk about me? Is it the way I look? Am I not good enough for the world? WHAT IS IT Y/N?!
You: *begins to cry* Prince please...don't. Your the most beautiful man I have ever came across. Your talent, your dance, it's one in a million. People are angry because they could never get a gift from God that's like yours.
Princeton: Then why are they mad at me?!!
You: No one is mad at you! They're mad at life. Jacob-
Princeton: Please don't call me that...
You: *emphasizes* JACOB PEREZ is my everything! Prince stop trying to keep him hidden. You'd think you'd be proud of the part of you I fell in love with. Don't let me calling you Prince fool you.
Prince wiped his face on his sleeve and hesitantly looked up towards you slowly. You could sense he couldn't word what he wanted to say next. As your reaction, you slowly leaned in and began to kiss his soft lips. His eyelashes tickled the top of your cheekbone as he tried to snuggle his face against yours. His salty tears damped the side of your face before he pulled back.
Princeton: I don't know what I would do if I didn't meet you at that concert in your city Y/N...I really don't know.
You: *shyly/hesitant* I know what wouldn't happen..
Princeton looked at you confused. You climbed over him in the car and straddled over him. You began to run your fingertips from his jawline to his chin. Kissing him, you guided the same hand down to the tied string on his sweatpants.
You: I guess I'm gonna make your night tonight instead.
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Hope you enjoyed :) Wrote it on the spot. (No pt2 lol)
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