Wilhelm rushed back to the club, not looking where he was going, stumbling over some teenagers, who just laughed at him and told him to be more careful.

He scanned the dance floor, trying to find his friend. Where the fuck was Tom?!

Finally he found him, leaning at the bar, holding the beautiful blonde in his arms. He's such a show off! The prince rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Wille! Having fun, too?" Tom asked cheerfully and looked to the girl he was flirting with.

"No." The brown haired prince said firmly. "Please, can we go?"

Tom frowned. "What happened?" He let go of his crush reluctantly and put a hand on Willes shoulder. "Are you okey? You look kinda...pale?"

No. I'm not.

Wilhelm hold on to him and was breathing faster. Deep breaths. Calm down. He admonished himself. He rubbed his chest slowly.

"Okey. Anna I have to go with Wilhelm, but can I have your number?" Tom asked with a charming smile. Anna laughed, but agreed.

They both left the club and were soon standing on the road outside.

"Feeling better?" Tom asked friendly and stroked his back.

"Yes, thank you. I'm sorry for...your crush." Wilhelm said still breathless, but feeling much better.

"It's okey. What happened?" Tom asked worried.

"I would rather not talk about." Wilhelm answered ashamed.

"Okey." Tom shrugged, still looking curious, but respecting his choice.

"Do you want to go home?"

"Yes."

Tom accompanied him to his car.

"Is it okey if I stay?" Tom turned around, thinking of the pretty blonde, Wilhelm tought.

Wilhelm smiled slightly. "Sure. Good luck."

~*~

The car left the club. The driver lead the car skillfully through the narrow streets.

Wilhelm was sitting in the back, looking out the window, without really noticing the view. He was still trying to process what just happened.

It was so weird.

Wille wasn't used to express his feelings, but in this moment he wasn't sure what he was actually feeling. Anger, Sadness, Shame and Guilt, without really knowing why.

Closing his eyes he tried to remember at which moment exactly, he was hit with all these emotions. He remembered Aaron coming closer to him and wanting to...do something. After this moment Wilhelms stresslevel had been very high. He wanted just to get out of there and trying to forget what just happened.

Another guy, Tom for example, would've been super offended that a guy would assume he was like that. Tom would've probably got into a fight with this Aaron.

But it wasn't Tom who Aaron wanted to ‚get to know better.' It was him. And as much as he wanted to be super offended about that, he wasn't. If he looked very deep inside himself, he was actually flattered.

Aaron had been so self confident, good looking, older, more mature. Above all Aaron seemed to know who he was and totally okey with that.

And he didn't care about his title. Maybe he was naive, but he really believed that. Aaron seemed sincere-and interested.

Wilhelm sighed and shook his head resolutely.

You're a prince, Wille. Whatever happened with this guy, doesn't matter.

It just thaught him one thing.

It could never happen again.

There was a closed expression on Wilhelms face now. And he wore it, once arrived, until he was in his bed.

Never again.