His Princess

You could hear the screams of the teenage girls as they echoed down the streets. Every part of me yearned to be one, but even if I had had the money, I wasn’t so sure my ears could take it.

I was horrible at eating ice cream cones. To be honest, I was horrible at eating everything. I always made such a mess, and something that melted quickly and got sticky when it did was no exception.

The streets were wet from the afternoon shower New York City got, so I walked carefully beside my best friend in the entire world—my sister that had different parents from me.

She took one long sip of her milkshake and sighed. “Even when the concert’s over, you can still hear them over the rumpus of the city that never sleeps.”

I almost laughed at what she said but instead sighed, too. “Well, maybe it’s one hell of a concert.”

She pondered this idea, and the two of us continued down the sidewalk. We didn’t talk much, only watched the many cars pass us by, occasionally honking at another car that was driving carelessly.

What else did they expect in New York City?

I finished up my cone and took a sip from my water bottle. Though water wasn’t my favorite drink in the world, it was something my dad recommended I start trying to drink. Cut out a few sodas, drink a few bottles of water.

Supposedly it makes you feel better, but nothing really made me feel better anymore.

After drinking the water, I poured a little bit onto my sticky hands and put it back into my small cargo backpack. Sparrow always chided me for having such a hideous excuse for a purse, but
I didn’t really care. It was more practical than a purse anyways.

But what did I expect when I let her have her way with how I dressed sometimes? Just like now, for a simple walk around New York City, she felt that makeup and manicures were necessary before we left the house.

I was just glad she didn’t mess with the messy French braid my little sister worked so hard on. I liked the way it looked under the black toboggan I wore.

Call it silly, but I liked to think that the toboggan embellished with rhinestones stuck on in the shape of a tiara made me look kinda like a princess. Not that I actually needed to look like a princess, but . . . it made me feel kind of free.

I was glad that even though it had rained, my 5 Seconds of Summer shoes hadn’t gotten too wet. They were awesome, and ruining them would’ve made me quite sad.

Sparrow finished up her milkshake and threw it in the next garbage can we passed. “We should probably get back. It’s late, and if I don’t call my parents soon, they’ll call in the rescue squad.”

I let out a soft laugh and nodded. If there was one thing you could count on with Sparrow’s parents, it was their ability to panic and do very dramatic things. I guess it made sense. Their daughter was alone in New York City, but it was their own fault. Yeah, he had business trips a lot, but they didn’t both have to go every time.

It was just her mom’s crazy insecurity that her dad would have an affair. I mean, I understand why should would be afraid. When they got engaged, he got super drunk and cheated a couple weeks before their wedding, but he told her about it so they could work it out, not so she could be paranoid the rest of her life.

I’m not excusing his cheating. It was wrong, but that didn’t mean she should just leave their seventeen-year-old daughter behind to make sure it didn’t happen again. It wasn’t going to happen again, and the sooner she realized that, the sooner they could be a proper family.

I looked in front of me in the direction of the screaming and cracked a small smile. “You know, I’d give just about anything to go to their next concert. I’d take you and Mika, and we’d meet them all. Harry would immediately fall in love you, and Niall would be so caught up with me that he forgot his own name.”

Sparrow and I laughed about that together, but laughing didn’t feel too good. Maybe it was because a part of me knew that Harry very well could fall in love with her; most guys did, at first sight. Niall, however, would never get caught up in me. I’d be lucky if he even noticed I existed.

As we turned the corner, down a scarcely lit back road Sparrow always took to get home but always walked down with her taser in hand, I felt someone collide into me much harder than expected. It knocked me down to the ground, right on my ass.

He wasn’t alone; actually, his entire group of friends was with him, and Sparrow let out a yelp as she pulled out her taser and just tazed the first one she could get the taser on.

The guys immediately started freaking out like Sparrow was, but I just sat there, my purple eyes wide as I stared face-to-face with the guy who collided with me and fell to the ground the same way I had.

Niall Horan.

Notes

Normally, I do snippets of song lyrics as a sort of summary for each chapter, but I want to mix it up a little. Sometimes, I think I will do lyrics, but others, I may just do quotes. :) Because quotes are nice.

I'm not sure who said the quote in the description.

Now . . . :D

I decided after much mental debate (and a request from my biggest fan, AKA my little sister) to go ahead and post His Princess, When the Leaves Begin to Fall, and the Tour.

Yes, I will be working tirelessly on all three of them, but you guys are awesome. :) I came up with a neat way to change the beginning of His Princess, and though I thought it would take a while to make happen, it's coming together rather quickly. So, without further ado, here is the beginning of the long and quite entertaining journey of His Princess. :)

Check out Emmit's outfit here! :)