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

MILEYS POV

I was coming down the stairs when I heard Nick and my dad start to talk. I'm not a stalker or anything, but I knew my name would be mentioned, so I took the wobbly cover from the air duct and climbed into it.

'Sir, in all respect to you, I'm sixteen. I cant think five minutes ahead, never mind five years.' Nick said, as politely as he could, but there was an edge of annoyance in his voice.

'Look, I've tried to be nice to you, Miley clearly loves you. But be honest, you cant fuck someone without thinking of a future with that person.'

'I do see a future. I can see her waking up beside me every day. I can see myself spoiling our children. I can see her in a white dress, but that's all dreams. No one can say a definite future. Nothing is ever planned. Life just falls into place.'

I smiled and crawled back along the vent. I climbed down and went into the living room.

'So, what did you want to talk to me about?' I asked, looking at my dad.

'Well, how would you feel about moving out here with me and Louise?'

'What? No!' I yelled. 'I love you, but I cant leave mum and god help me, I'd even miss Noie. But I definitely couldn't be without Nick!' I darted to Nicks side and wrapped my arms around his waist.

'Mi, please think it over. We need you here.' my dad sighed.

'So I'm going to be used for your personal benefit?' I gasped. 'No way.'

'No! Not for us, we just need help.'

'So…?'

'How do I say this to you? Louise is pregnant, we just cant cope.' my dad panted, sitting down on the couch.

'Oh, so you think I can cope? If you cared the slightest about me, you'd know that I might be pregnant. Probably not, it was one of those cheap tests, but the point is you don't care about me enough to even know that!' I yelled, my anger taking over.

'Miles -'

'Ahh! Just get away from me!' I shouted, upturning the coffee table, sending the vases, cups and plates to shatter on the floor. I ran out of the back door and across the field. Lacking in animals. They had probably died because HE chose not to take any notice of them anymore, or HE had worked them for his own benefit.

I hurdled the fence that was the border of the lake edge, then ran along the pier. I took a deep breath, my whole body shaking, then jumped in and started swimming. I kicked my way through the murky water, aiming for the opposite bank.

I was out of breath and panting, I was covered in mud and I was soaking wet, but I had made it. I ran into the shop, not caring how much I got yelled at for the muddy footprints I was leaving. I ran down to the toiletries aisle, my heart rate increasing.

My hand shook as I picked up a pregnancy test. I wasn't dumb, I knew these were probably wrong, but I had to prove to my dad that he knew nothing about me.

'Sixteen dollars.' sighed the woman, looking up from her book for a millisecond. I handed over the slightly damp note then I left the shop, still shaking, half with fear, half with cold.

'Are you OK?' an old woman asked, putting her hand on my shoulder.

'I'm fine, Mrs Williams.' I smiled. I had visited my dad twice since he moved here last year and every time I had been asked to help Mrs Williams. She glanced at the box in my hand and shook her head.

'God bless you.' she muttered, limping away. I sighed and walked towards the lake, planning to follow the bank round to my dads house.

'Mi, thank god, its you.' Nick gasped, resting his hands on his knees and panting. 'I have just ran all over this town to find you.'

'I had to show my dad he knew nothing about me.' I sighed. 'And worse than that, what if these damn things actually work and I am pregnant? We were immature idiots. Maybe I should just move out here.'

'Baby, if you are pregnant, I'm not going to leave you. I love you too much. I'm not going to tell you to get an abortion, that's nothing more than murder. I'm not going to tell you what to do. I'm going to be beside you the whole time, holding your hand and hugging you when you make the most important decisions of your life so far.'

'I guess. Nothing is ever planned. Life just falls into place.' I smirked, taking a step forward and relaxing into Nicks arms.

'You were listening in earlier.'

'Do you really want to see me in a white dress, walking up to meet you?'

'I never said that. I said I could see you in a white dress.' Nick said, biting his lip and smiling.

'Well, when I imagine myself in a white dress, I can only see you waiting on me.'

'We'd better get back.' Nick said, jumping at the sudden crack of thunder.

'I cant be bothered walking.' I complained. Nick laughed slightly and turned around. I jumped onto his back and we stumbled the way back.

When we got to my dads, Nick prised the test from my hand.

'Go have a shower, and forget about this for a while.' he instructed.

'Ill go have a shower, but I'm taking the test straight after it.' I said, walking into the bathroom.

I turned the shower on, swiftly pulling off my clothes. I stepped into the jets of hot water, rubbing soap all over myself. I started attacking my mangled hair with shampoo and then conditioner.

I wrapped myself in a towel, then dried my hair, letting it hang free.

'Nick! Bring me in some pyjamas.' I called, banging my fist on the wall separating us. A few seconds later, I opened the bathroom door and took the bundle from Nick.

'Here's the test.' he said, placing the box on the bathroom counter. I quickly dropped the towel from myself and pulled on the pyjamas.

'Stay with me while I take it.'

'You said they were mostly wrong.' comforted Nick, rubbing his hand against my cheek. The test had shown positive, and I was snuggling up to Nick on the couch, crying my eyes out. My dad was away to pick Louise up from 'work'. I was never told what 'work' was. She was probably a prostitute or something.

I heard the key click in the door, then the bitch stepped in. She was blonde and had dark green eyes.

'Mi! Oh my gosh! You're so skinny! How do you do it?' she asked, running over to me.

'Unwanted and accidental anorexia.' I spat. As Louise got closer, she must've been able to see what I had gripped in my hand.

'What the fuck?' she exclaimed, prising the test from my hand.

'What the fuck? You have no right to say that. You're in the same position as me, you biatch.'

'No, I'm not, because I'm thirty nine and married!' she yelled. It was like a slap in the face for me.

'YOU'RE MARRIED TO HER? WHAT THE FUCK?' I yelled, jumping up onto my feet.

'I was going to tell you, but I couldn't think how to tell you.' my dad mumbled.

'You know what? Just save it. I don't want to listen to any more of this shit.' I spat angrily, prising the test from Louise and slapping her across the face. I ran upstairs, slamming every door that I went through. I fell onto the bed, pressing my head into the pillow and crying.

'Shh. Come on, don't stress. You're ok, and in the right with the argument.' Nick said, rushing in a few minutes later. He came over to me and lifted me up, running his hand over my face, smearing mascara all over his hand.

'He kept this from me.' I sighed, 'I wont last a month here.'

'Time to find a loophole. You told him you'd stay for a month, but you didn't say that you'd go with him anywhere. We just go away all day and come back at night.' Nick explained, opening his eyes wide and smiling.

'I love you.' I smiled, leaning over to kiss him. I cupped his face in my hands and he grabbed my waist gently. I felt a small push and I was lying back on the bed, Nick hovering over me.

I flipped him over so I was straddling him.

'I'll give you what you want, but I call the shots.' I smirked, raising my eyebrows.

'I think I can live with that. This one time.' Nick shrugged. I burst out laughing and started attacking his neck.

I was walking around the lake, trying to find a sunny place to sit. Nick was following behind me, carrying the backpack with everything in it.

'I think we should sit here.' I smiled, running over to a flat bit, grass and trees below it.

'Yeah, we can do that.' Nick agreed, running after me. I sat down, pulling Nick after me.

'I want the tuna!' I yelled, grabbing the sealed tub with the plastic fork taped to the top of it.

'Are you going to tell your mum?' Nick asked, unwrapping the salad roll.

'What'dya mean?'

'Are you going to tell your mum about the pregnancy?

'Don't see the point. I'm not telling her incase the tests were wrong, and if they were right, she'll find out eventually.' I shrugged, trying to put it to the back of my mind.

'Yeah.. That sounds like a plan.' Nick agreed. He grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb around on it.

'I love you. You have no idea how much I love you.'

'That's why our relationship works. Its not all physical. Sometimes it's the little things, like when you text me something like 'I miss you' or 'I need you'. Its an even balance.' Nick smiled, kissing the side of my head.

'I know. And its not just boy/girl relationships that work like that. Like, with me, mum and Noah. When mum tries to interfere too much, we all end up in a huge fight, and when she interferes too little, Noah starts coming to me for stuff. Theres a thin line of balance.' I agreed, opening a can of lemonade. 'I'll be you anything that the relationship between my dad and Louise is all sexual.'

'I find it gross that you'd even think something like that.' shuddered Nick.

'Oh, shut up. You're worse than me when it comes to being dirty.' I snorted, holding back laughter as much as I could.

'Meaning?'

'Did you actually just ask that? My god….' I gasped, 'You actually just asked that?'

'Oh, yeah.' Nick said, rolling his eyes. 'I don't see licking your clit as dirty. Its just another way to show you how much I love you.'

'You're a perv. You know that?' I smirked, pushing a slice of cake into his mouth.