The Girl With The Royal Blood || Book Two

~♥~ Chapter 2: If I Can't Have You ~♥~

"I can't write one song that's not about you,
Can't drink without thinking about you,
Is it too late to tell you that
Everything means nothing if I can't have you?"
                      -Shawn Mendes

Phil's POV:

I woke up as I felt the warmth of sunshine on my face. Groaning, I covered my face with my blanket.

"Rise and shine, Your Majesty.", said a fluttery voice. "Close those fucking curtains, Min.", I croaked in my morning voice, throwing my pillow at her. She dodges it easily and frowns at me.

"I never understood why you call me Min. It's a terrible nickname, and it's not even close to my real name.", she said, completely ignoring my complaints.

I took off the blanket from my face and saw her holding a cup of coffee in her hands. She had worn her dress from the night before, but her jet black hair was wet, which indicated that she had taken a shower.

"You know I don't like anyone using my bathroom, Hermione.", I say and get out of the bed. "See? Was saying my actual name so hard?", she grins.

I can't help but smile. She was really sweet. We were actually supposed to be together, as my Mother wanted. She was the daughter of her lady in waiting, Penelope. So apparently, she was fit to be my queen. But I stopped doing what Mother wanted years ago. So now Hermione and I just spend time together, talking, watching movies and occasionally sleeping together.

She was my close friend, and what we had was purely the friends with benefits kind. My heart still belonged to someone else. And I think she knew that, even though she never directly asked me about her.

I checked my phone and saw a text from Eric, asking me if I'm free today. I quickly reply yes. It had been so long since I've spent time with him.

"Why are you smiling at your phone?", Hermione asks. "What are you, my girlfriend? Get off my back, will you?", I tease. She pretends to be hurt, then laughs and ruffles my hair.

I go and brush my teeth. When I'm back, she had a coffee cup ready for me. I take a sip and look at her. She was really beautiful. With short, black hair, brown eyes and a sweet smile, she was very attractive. But I still couldn't get myself to like her romantically. I was still fixated on someone else.

She notices me staring and smirks, "You're not actually gonna fall in love with me, are you? Cause then I have a big problem." "You have a problem with the King of Luxembourg fall in love with you? Do you know how many girls die for this bod?", I say, striking a pose.

She makes a face, but bursts out laughing. "Never. Do that again. Ever." I pout, but then I join in with the laughter.

After she leaves I step in the shower and let the warm water fall on my back. I take a deep breath and ask the questions that I always ask myself everyday.

Where is she? How is she? Did she have our child? How is she or he? What did she name it? Is she still pursuing medicine? Is she dating someone else?

Ofcourse, I didn't know any of the answers. All I could do was recall our last moment together, when she had told me that she hated me. Her memories still pained me, still haunted me. I tried to forget her, but couldn't. When Min came into my life,  I thought the days pining for Amelia would be over.

Boy, was I wrong. Every laugh, every touch, every kiss with Min made me think of Amelia and how I would rather be with her. It's mean, I know. But I just couldn't help it.

Ever since I lost her on the airport, I tried everything to find her. I tried searching for her in LA, but I couldn't find her at her old house. I guess she shifted. I think Madison and Eric are still in touch with her. But knowing them, they won't tell me, so I don't even ask.