What does a beautiful talented artist plus Prince equal? Trouble. When Prince discovers Allison Richards and chases her to the ends of the earth to convince her to work with him, all hell breaks loose. Allison has no filter, is the walking definitio...
After a few minutes I pull away from him, he wipes my tears away while looking at me. He pulls my hair out of my face.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed like that, I'm such an idiot." He sighs.
I look up at him through my puffy eyes.
"You can be which is a lot, but thank you. I really do appreciate you being here, I keep telling myself that I want to be alone but...I don't. Will you please stay here tonight?" I ask.
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"Of course. In a heartbeat." He says.
I give him a small smile and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He wraps his arms around my waist, I let out a sigh of relief and close my eyes.
Out of all the people...Prince is the one sticking be me through my darkest time. Who would of thought?
The Next Morning...
I got no sleep, but Prince doesn't know that. I didn't want him to be sleep deprived because of me. So I pretended to be asleep for hours so he would go to sleep, when he fell asleep I got up and sat by the window and stared out of it and wept quietly. Just as long as Prince got some shut eye...yes, I care.
I was walking through the halls downstairs after a shower in my hoodie. I could have sworn I heard my Mother's voice...
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I keep walking and I hear another voice, I gets more clear. And louder, then I see an actual person. The I realise it's Prince.
"Hey, are you okay?" Prince asks.
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