prince in paris. || tom holland

i.

natalia.

"boarding school?!" i yelled at my father who was towering over me with a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. "how many times are you going to say it, natalia? yes, boarding school! now pack your bags because you'll be leaving in a few days." he said so nonchalantly as he took a sip from his warm beverage.

i scoffed, "why don't i get a say in this?! you're sending me to paris, papa, paris! it's a whole different world out there! i can't even speak french!" i whined as he set his cup of coffee down on the dining table and sighed. "one more word that comes out of your mouth about disobeying my order natalia and i will ban you from coming home." he dead panned and i immediately froze. was i surprised that he threatened me? no. absolutely not. it's very common in this household—to be threatened by the roberto santana. but he never threatened me to the point where he would actually ban me from entering my own house.

he must really want to get rid of me.

"did you hear me, natalia?" he questioned as he slammed the newspaper on the dining table and i jumped, "sí papa." i said quietly and he nodded his head, "pack your things." he ordered and i instantly turned on my heel and ran upstairs and into my room.

i flopped on the bed as tears started to roll down my face. "i can't believe this!" i yelled and started sobbing into my soft linen pillows.

paris. how am i gonna survive? the only french that i know is bonjour and that's all it! europe is so far away from home and quite frankly, i don't want to leave home. i might not last a day in france, for heaven's sake. "ay dios mío." i whined and wiped the tears on my face and got up from my bed.

i walked over to my closet door and opened it; there stood all my neatly hung clothes, shoes and accessories. i sighed, "well if i'm living there for the entirety of senior year, then i might as well pack everything." i said to myself as i rested my hands on my hips. i traipsed inside my closet and started to pull out pieces of clothing and then suddenly, i stopped.

i found myself staring at my mother's old picture before she passed. suddenly there were tears in my eyes again. "i miss you, ma." i said as i caressed the frame of the photograph. i started into her beautiful hazel eyes that were complimented by her dark brown hair. her beautiful, bright smile that brought out her dimples made me miss her even more. i sighed and realised that i won't get anything done if i keep staring at my late mother. i instantly took the photo and set it aside to make sure i won't forget to put it in my suit case later on.

after spending what felt like days for packing, i finally finished. i sat atop my last suitcase and zipped it shut. i sighed in relief as i mentally patted myself on the back for filling up three massive suitcases.

before i could do anything else, i heard a knock on the door. i furrowed my eyebrows as i glanced at the clock. it was already 9 in the evening; who could that be? it's most certainly not my dad because he never knocks.

"come in!" i said and moments later the door creaks open and there he stood. "hey, i heard the news." sebi said as he tucked his hands into his pockets. and then i felt like i was about to cry. again. "hey sebi," i exhaled and stood up from my sitting position. "yeah, i know." i faked a smile as a chuckle escaped my lips. he ran his hands through his chestnut brown hair, "paris, huh?" he questioned and allowed himself inside my room. "don't worry, i'll bring you home some baguettes when i get back." i said sarcastically and a laugh escaped his lips as he sat on my bed, "won't be too fresh by then." he chuckled nervously. i bit my lip; sebi and i are the closest people on earth—things aren't usually awkward. he was that kind of best friend that you didn't know if you liked him like that or if it was just platonic. "are you bringing your whole closet, natalia?" he furrowed his eyebrows in shock as he realised i had 3 large suitcases packed. "are you really surprised? i'll be there for almost 10 whole months!" i justified and sebi laughed again.

he shook his head, "nat, you don't need that much in 10 months. have you even seen your school? i doubt there's any room for all of those clothes—unless you're willing to sleep on all of them, then by all means..." he said and shrugged. "qué?!" i exclaimed. "have you seen my school?" i questioned the blue-eyed brunette and he nodded. "that was the first thing i looked up when i heard about it." he said and whipped his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it. "mira," he said and turned the screen to me and there flashed a photo of what i thought was an uglier version of hogwarts.

i sat myself next to him on my bed, "sebi, i'm going to the trash version of hogwarts." i stated sarcastically as i took his phone in my hands and scanned through the rest of the photos.

Brent International Boarding School

"unbelievable!" i exclaimed again and sebi, as usual, laughs at me. "relax, güey, i'm sure it's not as bad as it looks." he reassured and i flopped down on my bed in misery. i really could not believe that this was happening to me.

i whined as sebi tried to console me. "tranquila, natalia, tranquila." he soothed as he flopped down on the bed with me. "you can always call me if you need to. you know i'll always be here for you." he said and immediately a tear slipped down my face. you see what i'm talking about? i sniffled and enveloped him in a hug, "i'm gonna miss you loads sebi." i whispered into his chest as he rested his chin atop my head. "yo sé mami, i know." he said jokingly as i hit his chest lightly and he winced. "i'm kidding!" he said as we both laughed while still in each others arms.

"you know i'll miss you more natalia." he said and i cried even harder.

i don't want to leave you behind, sebastian.

"te amo tanto." he said.