Can you write a blurb about modern day prince! Calum sneaking out of the palace every so often to meet up with a girl he likes (bonus points if she doesnt know hes a prince and it doesnt matter to her)
You pressed the home button on your phone once more to illuminate the dark screen. 12:25 p.m. He was late. Sure he wasn’t ridiculously late, and you weren’t the kind of girl to get mad at a guy for showing up at 12:00:03 when he was supposed to show up at 12:00:00, but it still irked you. He was never late. Except for that one time he texted you apologizing profusely because he was going to be at least five minutes late. Maybe this was his way of ending things with you, not that you were really anything to begin with. You’d both been sneaking out of your house to meet each other once a week for three months now. There had been plenty of flirtatious glances and words that eventually led to some innocent yet electric hand holding, which eventually led to some less than innocent but even more electric stolen kisses, but you weren’t anything yet. Neither of you liked labels and you knew that you couldn’t really be a thing when sneaking out at the dead of night was the only time you ever saw each other. You knew your parents wouldn’t completely approve as he was your typical dark and mysterious guy. His dark eyes glistened with danger and rebellion, but his toothy smile was honest and sweet and made your heart melt. He didn’t talk much about his parents, always saying they weren’t worth his breath, so you’d always assumed they also didn’t approve of his rebellious ways.
You’d often approach your meeting spot to him blowing soft puffs of gray smoke as a result of the cigarette dangling between his fingers. When he finally noticed you he’d smile widely, his eyes creasing gently at the corners, and he’d drop the cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with his shoe. “You’re late.” He’d say playfuly as you walked into his arms, your head resting on his chest a moment, breathing in the faint smell of aftershave and nicotine. “Barely.” You’d reply softly rolling your eyes as you pulled yourself from him. He’d smile again before slowly dropping his head to bring his lips to yours, and you’d relax into him forgetting any worries or troubles you had felt the past week.
But he was never late.