More than just a prince // h.s

Ch 3. Drunk isn't always fun

Catharina's POV

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I thought he would be leading me to the dance floor but of course, I was wrong. Quite the opposite actually, he was taking me to the balcony. He seemed like he was in a rush so I didn't try to ask too many questions, I trusted Zayn. Once we stopped, it was like he couldn't find the words to speak, so I did the first thing that came to mind. I smashed my lips against his. He didn't take long to respond causing my body to jolt with electricity. I couldn't help but smile as our lips moved in sinc. I thought the last time we kissed would be the last time i'd ever see him. I wasn't even afraid to get caught this time if it meant being with him again. I didn't realize I was crying until he pulled away to wipe my tears. They weren't tears of sadness though of course, I was just happy to see him.

"Shh, don't cry." He spoke in a hushed tone. I had missed him so much, just the mention of his name brought butterflies to my stomach.

"Zayn wha-,"

"Please, I have to leave soon and I don't want to waste this moment answering questions." He smiled and I chuckled at how desperate he seemed. Which was okay because so was I.

"Okay." I answered simply. I was just happy to be near him. He didn't wait long after to press his lips to mine again.

"I missed you. And I love you. And i'm sorry." He said between kisses. I smiled and shook my head.

"Zayn you have nothing to be sorry about."

"I left you when you needed me the most." He looked down ashamed almost.

"No stop. I love you okay." I spoke softly. I didn't know what else I could say so I leaned in slowly and kissed his him again. But of course, our happiness didn't last.

"Catharina!?" Marissa called. Where does she even come from? Zayn looked at me with sad eyes before looking down and sighing.

"Coming!" I yelled never once turning away from him. I wanted to remember this moment as best as I could as if it were our last. Though, I knew it wouldn't be. If Zayn showed up tonight, it had to have been for a good reason. Maybe we still had hope.

"Catharina where are you!? We have guests over!" Marissa yelled getting closer. I turned to check how close she was and answered back.

"I was just using the ladies room! I'll be right out!" I yelled and swiftly turned around to say goodbye. When I did though, he was gone. I frowned but I understood why he'd left. When I looked down I saw that he left a letter. I smiled grabbing it and shoving it into my dress just as Marissa showed up.

"Why are you out on the balcony princess? Its freezing." Marissa spoke up shivering. After my heated session with Zayn, I had never felt more alive.

"I found a couple out here practically tearing each others clothes off Marissa! The disrespect!" I yelled shaking my head. I was smiling so huge though, I probably wouldn't have believed my lie either.

"I thought you were using the ladies room?" She asked raising an eyebrow. I shrugged and walked back inside.

"Come now Marissa, we have guests." I said, my tone happier than I had wanted it to be. She frowned confused but followed anyway. I loved how happy being with Zayn made me feel, even if it was only for a few minutes.

Once we returned to the ballroom, Harry was no where in sight. Probably out somewhere getting drunk. I couldn't blame him really, neither of us chose this life. It just doesn't seem fair to me that we are the ones being 'arranged' into a marriage we obviously don't want. I sighed and continued to make my way over to the kitchen. I needed food or maybe even a drink if I was going to get through this night. I took a seat on a stool and waited for someone, but after a while of no one showing up I got up to serve myself. After all, I'm already twenty. I should be able to fix myself food by now. All of this just seems so silly to me if i'm being honest. The whole servants thing, we really don't need them. We should be able to do things ourselves but of course, some people are just too lazy. After about five minutes of jumping to try and reach the apples Niall kept hidden, I gave up and decided to climb up there instead. Once I reached the basket, I stopped climbing and grabbed an apple. I quickly put it back though once I heard voices getting closer.