'Well don't you look every part a Queen?' Zed said as I walked into the library, where he and the rest of Seven Minutes in Heaven were setting up their equipment with help from Lucy. In a suit with unbuttoned shirt to reveal the superman 'S' and thick-rimmed geeky glasses, he made a hot Clark Kent. There was no denying it. He gave me his familiar cocky grin as he adjusted his mic stand and I smoothed down my dress, nervously. 'Love the Iron Throne upstairs by the way. It'll be a hit.'

'It was my brother's idea.' I replied as I watched a crate of wine be rolled past. Why had Phillip decided alcohol was a good idea? I was already dreading it. Although there were going to be eight security guards in attendance, so that was something, wasn't it? Surely it meant everything would be fine?

The drummer, Zack, walked out of the room and Nate and Lucy followed leaving me with Zed whilst he checked his electric guitar was tuned. 'Fancy warming up with me?' He said as he plucked a few strings.

'I don't sing.' I said, my hands feeling clammy at the thought.

'Now we both know that isn't true, don't we?' He raised his eyebrows. 'What a waste of a good voice.' He plucked a few strings of his guitar and I glanced at him, surprised, as he started to sing. 'It feels like the perfect night to dress up like hipsters and make fun of our exes, uh uh uh uh, it feels like the perfect night for breakfast at midnight, to fall in love with strangers, uh uh uh uh.' He nudged the microphone my way and I shook my head, causing him to stop playing and sigh. 'I thought you liked Taylor Swift?'

'I do, but you're not going to get me singing.'

'Mmhm.' His eyes skimmed over my outfit before looking up to meet my eyes. 'We'll see.'

The guests started to arrive around eight and they gave their names at the security gate outside before filing into the building and passing another security guard at my door. I stood on the landing for a while, next to the Iron Throne I'd already been photographed on, beside Lucy. Zoe turned up dressed as an adorable Mulan, fulfilling her Disney fantasies and Tina was dressed as Merida, in a tight velvet green dress, her hair backcombed and wild. We all looked awesome. Guests greeted us and then moved towards downstairs, ready to grab food or grab a decent space for the 8.30 Seven Minutes in Heaven performance.

'Good evening Khaleesi!' My brother greeted me dramatically and I smiled across at him in his pirate costume. Some of the girls from my school were definitely going to be swooning over him, including Tina. I glanced behind him and spotted Marcus and I broke out into probably the most unattractive grin of all time because he'd dressed up as Flynn Rider. His hair was unkempt but gorgeous as usual and he wore the boots, trousers, jacket and even had the satchel. His usually clean-shaven look had been replaced with some stubble, adding to the look.

'Hello.' Marcus greeted me with a gentle kiss on the cheek. 'You look fantastic.'

'So do you!' I gently stroked his jawline, which showed that he had not shaved the last two days. 'I can't believe you're dressed as Flynn Rider.'

'I hoped it would make you smile.' His hand caressed my arm. 'You make a very good Targaryen.'

'Thank you.' I blushed. I glanced over at the Iron Throne, which guests were posing for pictures on. Then I spotted Savannah entering the room, dressed as catwoman, complete with large amounts of cleavage on show in her catsuit.

'Sky, darling!' She airkissed each side of my face and I resisted rolling my eyes. I'd invited everyone in our year at school out of politeness. Otherwise, she'd never have made it through the door. 'What are you supposed to be?'

I glanced at her in disbelief. 'You don't watch Game of Thrones?'

'Oh, of course not!' She laughed, shaking her head. 'I'm more of a Made in Chelsea girl.' I wasn't surprised, but I decided not to say anything. 'What on earth is that bizarre-looking chair in the corner?'

'The Iron Throne.' Phillip piped up and she turned to face him, fluttering her eyelashes.

She curtsied, looking silly as she wasn't wearing a dress.' Prince Phillip, how wonderful to see you.'

'And you.' My brother replied, politely.

'It's showtime!' Lucy called out. 'Come on, let's go downstairs.'

Everyone was buzzing about Seven Minutes in Heaven before they'd even performed. People were talking about their record deal and how they were going to be famous and make it as rockstars. There was even a group of female groupies at the front of the makeshift stage, huddled around and squealing with excitement as the band got ready to start their set. I laughed when I realised Lucy was a groupie, too. She gawped at Nate in his Finnick Odair costume, which showed off his chest muscles. I nudged her and she didn't respond, making Tina and I giggle. She was besotted.

'Hello ladies and dudes!' Zed said into the microphone, his personality radiating through his stage persona. 'We are Seven Minutes in Heaven, although you already knew that!' Cue hysterical screaming. 'We're going to play some covers and our own stuff too so please sing along if you know the words and we want to see loads of dancing.' He counted them in and then the drums, guitar and bass were being played, filling the apartment.

'Simmer down, simmer down

They say we're too young now to amount to anything else

But look around

We work too damn hard for this just to give it up now

If you don't swim, you'll drown

But don't move, honey

You look so perfect standing there

In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now, that I'm so down

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart

And I know now, that I'm so down (hey!)'

The atmosphere was like being at a boyband concert and I surpressed giggling at Marcus and Phillip's bored expressions. It wasn't their kind of music. In fact, for most guys in the room, it wasn't their kind of thing. The girls were going wild and I wondered if I should have situated security by the stage to hold them back. A few guys had moved forward, taking advantage of the excited females, but most just stood, nodding to be polite. I understood why the girls were going wild. I hadn't at first, not until the last chorus.

'You look so perfect standing there

In my American Apparel underwear.'

Zed's eyes locked on mine, looking deep into my soul as he sang, making me blush.

'And I know now, that I'm so down

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart

And I know now, that I'm so down.'

I blinked, looking away from his intense stare as the song ended. I could feel the heat on my cheeks and it made me feel nervous.

'Fancy a drink?' Marcus whispered into my ear, catching me off guard.

I turned to face him, hoping my feelings weren't clear. 'Yes please.' He squeezed my hand and followed my brother off to the kitchen.

'Okay the next song I'm going to need some help with.' Zed was saying into the microphone and the female audience members screamed almost deafening screams. 'Sky? Up you come.'

My heart sank and my stomach churned as a few people glanced my way. What a douche. 'No.' I replied.

'Well then folks, I'm afraid the show can't go on.' Cue groans. 'Not until Sky comes on up here.'

That was when the chanting started. People started chanting my name and gradually more and more people joined in to the chanting and the beat of Zack's drum. I groaned as Tina shoved me in the direction of the stage. I didn't want to do this. I wanted to get out. But everyone was watching me and I knew they'd think less of me if I ran and hid in my bedroom like I wanted to.

God you're annoying. I said in my head to Zed and he smirked at me.

Are you coming on up here or are you going to disappoint all of your party guests?

I'm pretty sure that's emotional blackmail. I frowned and walked slowly to the front as my heart felt like it was in my throat. It was an unpleasant feeling and I worried I was going to throw up. Zed held his hand out to me as I reached the stage but I didn't take it. I carefully stepped up onto the small platform. Now what? I said to him and he grinned, pleased he'd got his own way. I wasn't.

'What do you say Sky sings a song with us?' Zed asked the audience and they cheered in response, apart from a few disappointed fangirls who would have preferred to sing with him. I'd have preferred them singing with him too. Zed adjusted the microphone so that I could reach it and then he whispered, 'ready?'

'As I'll ever be.' I replied, bitterly.

He chuckled and counted the band in, playing the intro of '22' by Taylor Swift as he had done earlier that evening. 'It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters

And make fun of our exes, uh uh, uh uh.

It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight

To fall in love with strangers, uh uh, uh uh.'

He nudged me and I closed my eyes as I sang, not wanting to see any reactions and praying that there would be a powercut and it would all be over. 'Yeah,

We're happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time

It's miserable and magical.

Oh, yeah

Tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines

It's time.'

Zed joined me for the chorus, his husky rock-voice contrasting with mine but without sounding awful. In fact, it sounded pretty good. 'I don't know about you

But I'm feeling 22

Everything will be alright

If you keep me next to you

You don't know about me

But I'll bet you want to

Everything will be alright

If we just keep dancing like we're

22, ooh-ooh

22, ooh-ooh.'

The crowd had spent the song singing and dancing along and I'd relaxed a little, able to actually look at them and see their reactions. My friends were cheering me on, as was Phillip, but I felt bad for Marcus. He gave me a small smile from the back of the room, a small smile I could see through. It wasn't a real smile. It made my heart ache and it nearly made me mess up the last chorus. The song ended and the crowd cheered, but I jumped offstage without acknowledging Zed and I headed back through the crowd to my boyfriend.

'Great performance.' Marcus said to me, hurt in his eyes.

I reached for his hand and intertwined our fingers. 'It was alright, but I liked singing with you more.' I told him, honestly. It was easier singing with him because it had been spontaneous and relaxed, there had been no pressure and I hadn't been 'shown off' like a possession. I stepped up onto my tiptoes and kissed him softly on the lips, his smile almost returning.

'Can we hang out tomorrow?' He asked me, his deep green eyes looking into my blue pools. 'Just the two of us?'

I smiled. 'Of course.'

An hour later and we'd moved upstairs to the living room, where the DJ Phillip had hired was blasting tunes and people were dancing around and singing along to the music together whilst the alcohol flowed. People took selfies and I'd posed for a few. Tina was chatting away to my brother, Zoe was dancing with some guy from her science class and Lucy was talking to Yves Benedict.

'Sky, can I have a sec?' I glanced up in surprise at Nate stood in front of me. Marcus squeezed my hand and disappeared to talk to Walter and the other friends of his and my brother's that had been invited.

'What's up?' I asked Nate as we moved to the side of the room, away from gossipers.

'Lucy's been avoiding me and I'm not sure what I've done wrong.' He frowned. 'We were really close and now it's like she can't stand to be around me.'

'I'm sure that's not true.' I told him, knowing it wasn't.

'I thought... I thought...' He looked nervous. 'I thought she liked me back... you know, as more than a friend?'

'She does.' I told him with a smile. It was obvious but it was nice to hear that he genuinely did like her. 'She's just too nervous to make the first move incase you turn her down. I guess you were too nervous too, hmm?'

He nodded, a smile on his face. 'I guess I've got nothing to worry about.'

'Not at all. Unless you break her heart, then you've got a lot to worry about.'

I smiled as Nate walked over to my roommate and best friend and she shifted nervously in front of him as he asked her to dance. She obliged and she glanced my way, a small smile on her face.

'Playing cupid?' Zed's voice startled me and I turned to face him. He handed me a glass of wine, which I took gratefully from him.

'I didn't need to play cupid, they just needed a push in the right direction.' I gave him a small smile and then I sipped the drink, the fruity taste of the red wine trickling down my throat. The alcohol was already well on its way to making me tipsy.

'And that you did.' He sipped at his beer. 'Want to dance?' His cocky smile was evident and he held his hand out for me.

'No.' I told him, simply.

'Sheesh, talk about playing hard to get.'

'Hard to get?' I raised my eyebrows at him. He just kept getting cockier and cockier, if that was even possible. 'In case you didn't realise, I don't want anything to do with you. You're self-centered and I have a boyfriend.'

'But we're supposed to be together, Sky. When are you going to realise that?' He reached for my waist and I walked backwards, bumping into Marcus.

'Are you okay?' He asked me, concern on his face. He glared at Zed, the green of jealousy evident in an aura around him.

'I'm fine.' I lied as he wrapped his arm around my waist, protectively. I placed my wine on the end table next to us. 'Shall we dance?'

'I'd love to.' His eyes sparkled as he smiled at me, love shining from them. He led me away from Zed, placing his hands on my hips as I wrapped mine around his neck.

The alcohol started to kick in more and more as the time passed and I found myself giggling and dancing closer to Marcus than before. I wasn't the only person under the influence, though. Lucy and Nate were locking lips across from us and my brother was dancing with some girl I recognised from school. Then there was Savannah, grinding up against Zed in a most unladylike fashion. If Lady Clarence had been there, she would have been absolutely mortified. Marcus spun me around in a circle and my head spun too. I felt sick. I'd had too much to drink.

'I'll be right back.' I said to Marcus, my stomach churning. He smiled in response as I made my way out of the living room and towards the comfort of my ensuite. I was doing fine, hurrying along, but then I stumbled and fell.

'Woah!' Zed Benedict's muscular arms caught me and helped me to my feet. God damn it. 'Had a little too much?' He asked with his cocky grin. My stomach churned and before I could stop myself, I puked. Over him.

'Oh god.' I groaned, pushing past him. I locked my bedroom door and went into my bathroom, collapsing on the floor and feeling embarassed. Then I puked again. Alcohol was never a good idea.

'How are you feeling?' Lucy asked me the following morning when I finally woke up. I groaned as Tina opened the curtains, letting sunlight into the room. My head hurt. Not too much but more than it should on a Saturday morning. I tried to remember getting into bed, but I couldn't.

'What happened?' I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. I winced as the hairclips that were still in my hair dug into the side of my head.

My friends all glanced at each other, worriedly. 'Do you not remember?' Tina asked. 'You threw up on Zed Benedict. Nice aim by the way.'

'Oh god.' I winced. 'Who else saw?'

'Marcus, though I'm pretty sure he was glad it wasn't him you puked on.' Lucy laughed. 'Oh and Yves and his date, but don't worry, they won't say anything.'

'I've never felt more embarassed.'

'Well at least that's it. Yves came and found us and we got you ready for bed. You fell asleep before the party was even over. Nice work.' Tina gave me a reassuring smile and she passed me a glass of water. I gulped it down. 'How's your head?'

'A little sore, but I think I'll be okay. It's more a case of hurt pride.' I sighed, kicking off the duvet cover. 'I guess we'd better go and tidy the flat.'

'No need.' Zoe smiled. 'It's already been tidied and cleaned. Some people turned up early and started sorting it. There's no evidence of a party left.'

I picked up my phone. I'd been tagged in so many photos. Yes, there was still evidence, clearly. Luckily, the photos that had been uploaded were just loads of selfies and a few of me dancing with Marcus. Then there was the video of me on the stage. I sighed and turned on the television. There was no escaping. There I was. Singing the previous night, dressed as Daenerys Targaryen.

'Oh crap.' I sighed and my friends glanced up at the screen, sitting down on my bed with me whilst I sang my heart out with Zed Benedict, just hours before I'd puked over him.

'Her Royal Highness Princess Sky celebrated Halloween last night by dressing up as Daenerys Targaryen from HBO's Game of Thrones.' Cue Instagram picture of me sat on the Iron Throne. 'She even had time to perform a cover of Taylor Swift's 22 with Universal's new act, Seven Minutes in Heaven. The Princess has shown herself to be a bit of a Rock princess and it looks like she's just a normal girl. Meanwhile, the petition to have her title taken away due to illegitimacy has over two thousand signatures.'

My heart ached and tears brimmed in my eyes; there was a petition against me? I went to turn off the television but Lucy stopped me as 'England's top 10 most eligible bachelors' came up as the next news story.

'This week England's top 10 most eligible bachelors have been revealed and who would be surprised with number one? At the top spot is His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Phillip, heir to the English throne. Also making it into the top ten include One Direction's Harry Styles and Lord Marcus of Addington.'

'Well that's one bit of good news, huh? You're dating one of England's most eligible bachelors.' Lucy said, trying to see the silver lining on the cloud. 'Speaking of which, haven't you two got a date later?'

'If I've not put him off by puking my guts up.' I sighed. I grabbed my phone and sent him a quick text.

I am so embarassed about emptying the contents of my stomach last night. Completely understand if I've sent you running for the hills. xxx

I opened my underwear drawer and grabbed some fresh clothes just as my phone pinged in response.

We've all been there, you've not scared me off! I just hope you're feeling okay now as I'd really like to see you today xxx

I'm feeling much better xxx

Good, I'll be there at 2pm xxx

I glanced at the clock. How was it already midday and what on earth was I going to wear? I glanced over at my friends who would be leaving shortly. 'I'll feed you in a minute, but first, girls, you've really got to help me choose an outfit for my date this afternoon.'

They decided on my green knee-length skater dress, which had cross-over detailing near the bust to make my waist even smaller. The dress matched Marcus' eyes, which was always a winner, and we'd paired it with black wool tights and my long, black boots and bag. It was pretty and cute and was formal without being too much. My hair was in loose curls and I'd applied natural make-up. The girls had given me the thumbs up before leaving and I waited around by checking the appearance of the apartment. As they had said, there were no signs of the party from the previous night. Furniture had been moved back to how it had been previously and everywhere was clean and tidy. It was like the night before had all been a dream. The doorbell rang and I grabbed my bag and slipped on my black pea coat.

'Hey.' I said to Marcus as I opened the door. In a checked shirt, deep green sweater, smart coat and jeans he looked handsome as always. He smiled a genuine smile when he saw me, his eyes lighting up.

'Hello beautiful.' He said in response. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. 'Are you ready to go?'

I nodded. 'Ready when you are.'

Marcus drove us across London in his car, my two members of security following closely on their motorcycles as the Audi drove through the busy London streets. We passed the palace, which was packed with tourists outside taking photographs, and then we drove alongside the River Thames, past the Tower of London. I glanced across at Marcus, wondering where we were going but he wasn't going to budge. He gave me a smile and squeezed my knee as we passed Canary Wharf. We parked in an underground car park near the Royal Docks and Marcus moved around to open my door for me. I climbed out, carefully, and let him intertwine his fingers with mine.

'So this is nice.' I teased, signalling to the car park around us as my security guards climbed off their motorbikes. They followed us from a few metres behind, looking wary. We walked up the stairs to ground level and I realised where we were. The Emirates Air Line was in front of us, the cablecar which I knew travelled over the Thames. I'd never been on it, I'd never even been to Greenwich, but I'd seen it advertised in magazines and on television. I swallowed. Heights were one of my weaknesses.

'I thought it would be nice to kick off our date in style.' Marcus said, squeezing my hand as he glanced down to look at me. I nodded and his smile turned to concern. 'Do you not like heights?'

'I've never really been anywhere particularly high up.' I replied, honestly. 'It's a little daunting.'

He nodded and brought my hand up to his lips, kissing it softly. 'We don't have to if you don't want to, but if you do I'll be right here and holding your hand. The view is spectacular.'

I looked up at him and his kind eyes. 'Okay, let's do this.'

I felt nervous as we climbed into our carriage and the door closed behind us, my security team split into the carriage in front and the carriage behind, watching us with caution. Marcus took my hands in his as the carriage moved out of the station and upwards, into the air. I held my breath as we started towering over buildings and then I gasped at the view ahead of me. The O2 arena came into view, its white dome with yellow spikes sticking out. Canary Wharf and the London Docklands came into view too from across the Thames. Even with a grey sky, it looked beautiful. Marcus grabbed his camera and snapped a few photos before reaching across and kissing me gently on the lips.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I snuggled into him. 'Doing okay?' He asked.

'Yes.' I said, smiling up at him.

The next part of our date involved wearing a gross blue and grey jumpsuit, chunky boots and a harness. We'd been booked in to walk over the O2 arena. I felt nervous as I was clipped in place but my nerves slowly disappeared when we reached the top and took in the view of London as the sun started to set. But then, just when I thought we couldn't have a more breathtaking view, Marcus surprised me with dinner on the 31st floor of the Shard.

'Everything looks so small.' I gasped as we were seated right by the window, clearly the best view in the house. We looked down at St Paul's Cathedral in the darkening London skyline as the lights started to turn on across the city. 'This view it's... breathtaking.'

'Not as much as you.' Marcus said, helping me out of my jacket. I blushed as he sat down beside me and he reached for my hand, gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb. He ordered us both a mocktail and I picked up the menu, trying to act calm when spotting the price. Starters were from £15 and main courses were from £30. I'd never been somewhere were food had been so pricey. Not that it mattered. I had a bank account with almost unlimited money in it. We ordered our food and I sipped my drink as we looked out at the small city below. 'Back to school on Monday then? Are you looking forward to it?'

'Yes and no. It'll be nice being back with the girls and I'm looking forward to music, but it means back to even more studying. What about you? Looking forward to returning to University?'

'Nope. It means less time with you.' His eyes looked sad and I squeezed his hand.

Dinner was delicious but what I wasn't expecting was the heavy rain or the paparazzi that greeted us when we got outside. Marcus tightened his grip on my hand as the cameras flashed and we ran through the rain towards the carpark as our clothes became soaked. We reached the car park and Marcus laughed as we got into his car, both looking a little like drowned rats.

'Well those pictures won't be the most attractive.' He chuckled, brushing wet strands of hair away from my face.

'Never mind.' I smiled at my teeth chattered. I felt pretty damn cold and I was sure my make-up had smudged. Marcus leaned over and kissed me softly, his warmth radiating across to me. I kissed him harder, pulling his head towards me and then he slowly pulled back.

'Let's get you home.'

I should have known Monday wasn't going to be a good day. For one, it was raining so hard that Lucy and I were soaked when we walked into the hall for assembly. Secondly, Sugar Magazine wanted to interview me and photograph me that weekend, which meant I wouldn't be going to stay at Tina's for the weekend with the girls as I'd originally planned. And then, in P.E, things had got worse. We were doing a term of ballroom dance, which meant we'd all been assigned a dance partner.

'Sky, you're with Zed.' Ms Jones, our teacher, announced and I wanted the ground to swallow me whole as Zed shot me a cocky grin.

You're not going to puke on me, are you?

I glared across at him, folding my arms across my chest. The countdown to Christmas and the Snow Ball was going to be long. Long and complicated.