If You Were Mine(2)

Lennon



She thought I didn't notice her, or see the way her bright blue eyes were constantly locked on me.

But I did notice her. I'd noticed her for a very long time but hadn't been man enough to actually tell her how I felt.

Even if I was a prince, my life was far from ideal. I had my own emotions, my own doubts. I was lonely, even if people surrounded me constantly. This wasn't the life I wanted, but had been born into. The only saving grace was the fact I wasn’t first in line for the throne. Thank God my brother Ashton had to deal with that.

The tabloids, the whispers that there was something wrong with me, that my melancholy attitude and lack of following my traditional upbringing were a disgusting show of patriotism, were always splashed across the tabloids. This was how it had always been, how it would always be.

My thoughts went back to Daisy, about how I did want her, even if my family probably wouldn't approve. She was a trusted employee, the Royal staff, but that didn't mean my mother and father would say it was okay for me to be with a “commoner.”

But I wasn't better than her. In fact, she was too good for me. She was light, bright, and always inquisitive. I, on the other hand, let my inner emotions, and the fact that I had nothing and no one despite the riches that surrounded me, bring me down.

The very idea of Daisy by my side, of having her as mine, only mine, had this feeling of life washing through me. It had this hope that I didn't have to live this routine life consuming me, making me think there was more than I had ever imagined.

I wanted to break away, to live outside of this traditional box.

I just wanted to be with Daisy. And one way or another I’d have her. I’d make her mine. And fuck anyone who stopped me.





2





Daisy




I took off my shoes, tossed them into the corner, and made my way to the couch. My home was small, just a one-bedroom apartment that I shared with my cat. In all senses of the word I was a loner, choosing to be that way.

With my parents all but nonexistent in my life, and only a couple of friends that I would consider close, it suited me to just be alone.

Maybe that's why I felt like I knew Lennon so well, that I could relate to him. I felt like he and I were one and the same, that we shared this emptiness that could be filled by the other.

But no matter how many thoughts I had, how many times I’d envisioned just going up to him and explaining how I felt, I knew the truth. I knew I could never be with him, that I could never actually be truthful and admit my feelings.

He and I were living in two different worlds, this whole solar system apart, and as much as I wanted to be okay with that, I never would be. It was hard seeing him every day, wanting someone I knew I could never possibly have.

I made my way into the bathroom and turned the faucet on, filling the tub up with near scalding water. The steam rose up, and as I put in the lilac bubble bath, the scent of flowers invaded my senses.

Sure, I read the tabloids, knew what they said about Prince Lennon. They accused him of being the black sheep of the family, the one who didn't take royalty seriously, didn't understand that the Crown was his life.

But I knew better than anyone, maybe because I thought we were the same, on some level. There was nothing wrong with keeping to yourself, nothing wrong with wanting nothing to do with the spotlight.

I’d been that way my whole life, never needed anyone but myself to be content and happy. But I wasn't happy anymore, and hadn't been since I first saw him. Since the first time I realized I wanted him in my life.

Before I slipped into the tub I heard my cell going off. I left the bathroom and went into my room to grab it. The number that flashed across my screen was from one of the other servants, Holly.

“Hey,” I said and held the phone between my ear and shoulder, moving back into the bathroom and staring at the water as it filled up the tub.

“Hey back to you.”

I heard the clatter of pots and pans in the background and knew she was still at the palace.

“Want to hit up The Pub tonight?”

“Really? You’re not tired after working all day?” I sure as hell was, or maybe I felt tired because I had thought about Lennon constantly.

“Sure. I know you don't have anything else to do. And neither do I. Besides, getting a couple free drinks from drunken guys hitting on us isn't that bad, is it?”

I heard the teasing in her voice. I had to admit, she had a point.

Although I should've said no, that I’d rather stay in, the truth was getting out of here and trying to lose myself in something that wasn’t thoughts of Lennon sounded like a realistic, smart move.

“Come on, Daisy, just for a couple of hours?”

Holly was the only “friend” I had at the palace, but even that was a stretch. I'd say we were more acquaintances, and tonight was probably just two co-workers wanting to let loose. But I had nothing better to do, as she'd said.

“Yeah, what's the worst that could happen?” But even after I said that I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.

Those were famous last words, weren't they?



Lennon



I closed my bedroom door, my heart beating a little faster than normal, my hands curled into fists at my side. I’d overheard one of the servants speaking on the phone, asking Daisy if she wanted to go to The Pub tonight.