You Be The Prince And I'll Be The Princess!

People who are confused, 1 stone is roughly 14 pounds. Stone isn't a metric measurement, but I was brought up with it, so its habit. Sorry!

And I'm sorry for the late update. My mum decided to refit the bathroom so I was living with my gran until plumber dude was done. And, she has no wireless internet to hook my laptop up to, therefore, no update :(

MILEYS POV

'MILEY!' my mum yelled from outside my bedroom door. 'LET ME IN.'

I uncurled myself from the position I was lying in and opened the door. My make up must have been a total mess, because mum instantly wrapped me in her arms, pulling me against her.

'Whats wrong baby?' she asked, rubbing circles on my back. 'Nick didn't break up with you, did he?'

'No, we're ok. I just don't know what happened to me.' I mumbled, pressing me head against my mums neck.

'You're just stressed. Try not to worry so much, for me.'

'Do you know how much I weigh? Just over three stone.' I mumbled, letting go of mum and sitting on my bed.

'I know I told you not to worry, so try not to, but that's less than Noie.' mum sighed, coming over and sitting next to me.

'I just don't understand how this all happened.' I admitted. 'Its not like I was deliberately not eating. Its not like I over exercise.'

'Mi, don't stress yourself. You can get through this, because everyone who loves you is going to watch over you.'

'MILEY! DADS ON THE PHONE!' Noah yelled, running into the room. She threw the phone at me and I caught it, holding it up to my ear. Mum shepherded Noah from the room, closing the door.

'Hi dad.' I smiled, trying to sound happy.

'Happy anniversary, beautiful.' Nick smiled, wrapping his arms around me. I smiled into his neck, rocking on the spot.

'Eww. You two are disgusting.' Noah remarked, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

'Piss off. Even mum went out to leave us alone.' I hissed, turning to face her.

'I'm telling mum you swore at me.' she pouted, running upstairs.

'Just ignore her.' I said to Nick, leading him into the dining room.

'She's no different from Frankie. I'm used to it.' Nick smiled, sitting at the table.

'My mum made us spaghetti bolognaise.' I said, putting the dish on the table.

'Like our first sort of date.'

Flashback (3rd Person POV).

'Mum, remember what I told you yesterday?' Miley asked nervously, half in and half out the door.

'Yeah, you've got a boyfriend. I told you that I'm ok with that.' Tish said, 'I just wish you'd tell me who he is.'

'Would you let me off the hook for being secretive if I told you I'd brought him home?'

'I guess. Its better than nothing.' Tish admitted, walking over to Miley. Miley opened the door, pulling Nick in behind her. They grabbed each others hand, standing close to each other.

'Good afternoon, Mrs Stewart.' Nick said politely. He knew Tish, but last time they had met both he and Miley were getting yelled at for fighting in the middle of a maths class.

'Err…. Can Nick stay for dinner?' Miley asked, breaking the silence.

'Yeah, yeah, why not. Its spaghetti bolognaise, is that ok?' Tish asked, directing her attention to Nick.

'That's ok.' Nick insisted, running his hand through Mileys hair.

'You know what I don't understand.' Nick said to me. 'Why you agreed to date me in the first place.'

'I don't get why you asked me out. We hated each other two days before.' I smirked.

'I never really hated you. Well, I did, when we met. But when we were about twelve I was like 'whoa, she's beautiful. How did she get like that?'' Nick admitted. 'So I took a chance and asked you out.'

'I never hated you ever. You acted like you hated me so I just retaliated. And I was hated enough at school. If I asked you out, I'd just look totally stupid if you said no.' I said, winding the spaghetti around my fork.

'I guess we could watch that.' Nick sighed, pulling the blanket over his face.

'We don't have to.' I said quickly, putting the dvd onto the table.

'If its what you want, I don't mind.' Nick said, nodding. I smiled and slipped What Happens in Vegas into the player. I walked across the room and sat next to Nick on the couch. He pulled me onto his lap and wrapped the blanket around us.

'I love this movie.' I remarked, leaning my head on Nick's chest.

After a while, I started to get drowsy, and I was fighting sleep.

'Go to sleep.' Nick whispered, running his hand through my hair.

'Will you stay?' I murmured, shifting about so I we were lying side by side on the couch.

'I'll stay if you want me to.' assured Nick, kissing my forehead gently.

'Wake up. Its almost eleven.'

I opened one eye and saw my mum leaning over us.

'Nick, wake up.' I said, pinching the back of his neck.

'I'm up! I'm up!' he exclaimed, jumping up quickly. 'And I'm late. I'm supposed to be home by eleven.'

'I'll catch you later, kay?' I smiled, watching him run out the door.

'You never told me what dad said to you on the phone.' mum said sternly, rolling up the blanket and throwing it into the laundry bin.

'Oh. Yeah, he wants me to stay with him and Louise in Michigan for the first month of the holidays.' I sighed. Louise was his new girlfriend, and being totally honest, I hated her.

'I'm not going to make you go, and I'm not going to make you stay behind either.'

'The thing is, if I go, I get away from Noie but get stuck with Louise, but if I stay here, I don't get Louise but I'm stuck with Noie. And if I do go, I wont see Nick for a month.' I explained, kicking the cup on the floor.

'Well - you need a break from Noie, we all agree on that. And you can just act like Louise isn't there. Only speak when you're spoken to.' mum suggested.

'That is an idea - but I still couldn't be without Nick for a month.' I sighed, falling back on the couch.

'What if I asked Denise if he could go with you?'

'I'd love you forever and ever.' I smiled, jumping up and down on the couch.

'I'll go phone her right now.'

I let out a scream and ran upstairs. I grabbed Noah, who was on the landing, and started to dance with her.

'Let go of me. What are you so happy about?' she grunted, pushing me away.

'I'm going to dad's and getting away from you for a month.' I smirked, tapping her on the nose.

'Have fun. But don't be idiots.' Joe laughed as he dropped us off at the airport. 'Seriously, mum don't want any grandkids yet.'

'What? Do you really think we're that irresponsible?' I asked, opening the car door and getting out. Nick followed me and stuck the finger up at Joe as we walked into the terminal.

'Desk nine.' Nick said, answering my question before I asked it.

I walked over and joined the mercifully short queue. It took about three minutes for us to be checked in.

'Enjoy the flight.' the man smiled, letting us past.

'We will.' Nick replied, following me through.

I made my way through security, mercifully without a frisk, and sat at the gate. Nick came about a minute later.

'You were the one that set the alarm off, weren't you?' I asked, rolling my eyes.

'Yeah, because someone put a kirby grip in my hair and I didn't know it was there.'

'Sorry. I thought you'd have noticed it.' I giggled, grabbing his hand.

'Can I ask you a question?'

I looked up to see an airport worker staring at us.

'Yeah, why not?' I replied, turning to face her.

'Are you two travelling alone?'

'Yeah. We're going to see my dad in Petoskey.'

'Ok. The flights starting to board, but they've changed the gate. Come with me.'

I was in the back of a taxi, splattering on make up at fifty miles per hour.

'Miley, calm it. You're dads going to love you.' Nick said, grabbing the compact from me.

'I know, I just havent seen him in so long.' I sighed, pulling out my purse.

My dad owned a small ranch in Petoskey. It had a two storey house, and a field that backed onto the lake. Last time I checked, he had a horse called Skippy, two dogs called Randy and Ash, and three cats called Bobby, Billie and Sissy. Who knows, maybe they died or he gave them away.

'That's ten dollars even.' the driver said with a bored tone. I handed her the note and got out. Nick followed behind me with the cases.

I walked up the crazy paving path and knocked on the door.

'Coming!' called my dad. I heard footsteps and then the click of the key turning in the door.

'Dad!' I exclaimed, throwing myself at him the second the door was opened.

'Miles! You've grown so much!' he said, holding me at arms length. 'Im assuming you two want to go get unpacked? The guest room is upstairs, third door on the right.'

'Thanks, dad.' I smiled. I was quite shocked that he was letting us share a room, he was always more protective of me than mum was.

'Come down to the living room when you're done.'

'We will.'