Hey guys. Um so I re-wrote this about five times because it simply had to be perfect. I'm still not that satisfied but I hope y'all like it :D And a shoutout to Lacey because she's been bombarding me with so much love, it's unbelievable *cries* :P

Prince Charming?

*Kendall Schmidt POV*

I lay on my bed, playing with the remote control. Hey, who could blame me? The thing was fun.

My phone beeped loudly, and I looked at it annoyed, contemplating whether I should abandon my 'game' or continue ignoring it.

I decided to see what it was, and when I saw a text from James, I opened it immediately, my game forgotten.

J: In the hospital with my to-be Prince Charming. Haha jk. But seriously the guy is hot :D He looks like u, except he has blond hair and really pretty green eyes. Looking at him right now... He looks like an angel XD

My heart raced, and a smile formed upon my lips.

K: Wait... you killed your to-be Prince Charming? Who looks like me?

I sent the text, happy that James was finally accepting who he was. My phone beeped again. Damn, this guy texted fast.

J: No! What would be the point of that? He's so beautiful. Oh my jeepers! He's waking up... gotta get out before he thinks i'm a creepy stalker... Do u think I should take him out as a way of saying sorry? Jus an excuse 4 staying longer w/him.

The smile stayed on my face. James was happy, and therefore I was happy now.

K: Def. Good luck lover boy :D

I tossed my phone on the bed after sending the text and decided to take a walk outside the bedroom. As I strolled down the corridor, I heard voices emanating from Logan and Carlos' room.

'... And he's always there, you know? I don't get any time alone with him. What should I do?' came Carlos' voice from the room.

I don't normally eavesdrop on my best friends, but this actually sounded interesting, although I had no idea what they were talking about.

'I really don't know what to do, man,' Logan said. 'Maybe you should talk to Kendall about it.'

'No.' Said Carlos firmly. 'I'm not telling Kendall that I like James. They always spend time together, and as much as I hate it, I'm not going to break that up.'

I staggered back.

I'm...not... telling...Kendall...that... I LIKE JAMES?

Carlos...likes...James?

CARLOS LIKES JAMES?

This was going to be a problem.

...

(No One's POV)

'Here?' Kendall screeched. 'Do you know how expensive here is? A glass of water is probably 20 bucks!'

James shrugged. 'I'm a popstar remember? Besides, I owe you.'

'You don't owe me any-'

James ignored him and got out of the car; giving Kendall no choice but to follow him. It was a really pretty place, set on a lakeside. It was almost like a hut, with candlelight set all over. It was where couples came for Valentine's Day, or men proposed to their girlfriends. Kendall caught up with the brunet tugging on his arm.

'James... You don't have to do this,' he said, internally freaking out, because he was touching James Maslow.

James smiled at the doorman. 'Good afternoon, sir,' he said politely and the guy tipped his hat to him.

Kendall groaned in frustration. James was not listening to him! He was going to waste his money on something he didn't need.

And then, it hit him like a bomb. He was being an asshole. James Maslow was offering to take him out, and he was refusing. Kendall mentally slapped himself. Idiot.

So he followed James more quietly this time to a seat, surprised that there were few people in the restaurant/hut thingy. He picked up the menu. Lobsters, shell fish, crabs, seahorses... wait what? Kendall blinked a few times before he looked up at James in horror. Seahorses? Who eats that?

James grinned at him, and he was immediately blown away. The brunet gestured quietly for him to turn over the menu.

Kendall did so and was relieved to see that they had normal stuff on the other side. When the waiter came, he ordered a few items off the list, and was embarrassed when the waiter placed two wine glasses and a wine bottle between them.

James thanked the waiter, then looked over to Kendall. 'Do you want some wine? Kendall?' Kendall looked up, blinking because he'd gotten lost in James eyes.

'Uh... yeah,' he said. The red wine shimmered as it filled the champagne glass.

He was sweating nervously. He was sitting in a restaurant with James Maslow and fuck suave. He was nervous like hell. He knew somehow he was going to fuck this up and James will hate him.

Unless it's a dream.

Nothing goes wrong in a dream, right? Wrong.

But he couldn't help but wonder if it was a dream, if it all wasn't true, but for many reasons he didn't want it to be a dream.

Maybe I'll wake up on my bed and my mother never sent me to that restaurant, I never saw James and I'm still a hopeless idiot. That'll explain how he knew my name, everything.

Kendall frowned and James immediately asked, 'What's wrong?'

'I-Is this a dream?' Kendall asked, blushing when James burst out laughing. 'C-Cuz you k-knew my name.'

Stuttering? Really, Kendall?

James continued smiling. 'I thought you were Kendall, you know, my best friend, the one in the band with me. You look like him from the side. But now, not so much.'

Kendall kept his eyes away from James as the boy scrutinized him. Instead, he focused on the champagne glass. He reached out to it, his fingers trembling. His hand was cold and clammy as truth hit him like a ton of bricks. It was all real. James Maslow was really sitting across from him.

Welcome, nervousness. Where were you? I missed you. Now my heart is racing and I just know I'm going to do something stupid.

His fingers twitched as he grasped the wine glass.

I'm going to drop this. I know I'm gonna drop it.

Anxiety rose higher in Kendall and he picked up the glass. Almost immediately the glass slid out of his sweaty hand and fell on the table, rolling over, falling to the ground, with a crash.

Fuck. I am so dead.

He dropped to the floor at once, scrambling to pick up the pieces. 'Oh my god, James. I am so sorry. I'm an idiot. Shit. Shit.' He winced as a piece of glass sliced his palm, and blood appeared almost immediately. James knelt instantly, carefully avoiding the glass on the floor, grabbing Kendall's palm.

'Kendall, geez. You could've waited. Are you okay?' James said, alarmed as tears welled up in Kendall's eyes.

But Kendall wasn't crying because he was cut. Rather, he was crying because his life was officially ruined. He was so stupid. He was an asshole.

Kendall settled back down in his seat and kept his eyes downcast. He knew James was going to bitch him out. He just knew.

'Hey,' James said softly, forcing Kendall to look up. 'Everything's going to be alright. It's okay.'

Kendall blinked away the threatening tears as he stared into James' eyes which were filled with sympathy. James took a napkin and pressed it against the cut. It wasn't too deep, thankfully.

Suddenly, the waiter appeared next to their table. 'Oh my. What happened? Wait- I know it! You are together, right? Such a beautiful couple!' Without giving either of them a chance to respond, he continued. 'You know, my first date with my husband was right here, in this very table. I was just as nervous as blondie here,' he said excitedly. 'Oh, and I was trembling in my shoes, because he was so beautiful and I knew I didn't deserve him.'

Kendall sat forward, tears gone, and his curiosity piqued. 'What happened?'

'Oh, I stuttered and I couldn't even eat because I was so nervous. But I made it through. And then we walked down the lakeside and we kissed. It was the best night ever. But that was years ago when the hut wasn't this established and beautiful.'

It was years ago, obviously, and Kendall stared at the man's delicately wrinkled features, realizing that he had to be in his sixties.

'That was really beautiful.' Kendall looked over to see James staring at James with a dreamy expression on his face.

'Thank you. And now, for the pretty couple,' Kendall couldn't help it, he blushed. 'I'm going to bring you something special, that my boss said to give any couple who I approved of.'

'We're not a couple,' James protested, but the man brushed off his statement for an excuse.

'No, no. None of that.'

With that, the man hustled away, obviously forgetting the broken glass and stained tablecloth.

Kendall looked over to James awkwardly. 'Um...'

Before he could reply, the waiter came back, holding a small platter in his hand. On it was a cheesecake, carefully crafted into the shape of a heart, strawberries and blueberries carefully strewn all around it with a few edible items to garnish it. It was really beautiful.

'Oh,' Kendall gasped, as the guy placed it on the table. On the actual cake was hearts airbrushed onto it.

'Here. You're in luck. The cook made one around lunchtime and put it in the fridge. And don't worry, it's absolutely free.'

'Are you sure your boss is okay with this?' James asked.

'Dearies, the boss is my husband. Of course he's okay with it. Now dig in!'

Kendall mouth formed an 'o' and looked down at the cake. He was almost afraid to eat it, it was so pretty, but the man obviously was not moving until he started.

He picked up a fork and delicately pushed it into the cake, successfully breaking its beauty. He took out a small piece of cake and was placing it in his mouth when the man stopped him.

'No, no. You're feeding him,' he said, pointing to James.

James blushed. The man was really nice, if a little weird. Not that he was complaining. He was getting free cake.

He opened his mouth and a blushing Kendall lifted the spoon, gently placing the cake in it. James repeated the action with Kendall, the redness never leaving neither of their faces.

The man was satisfied, finally. 'Beautiful!'

He walked away, and Kendall resumed picking at the cake. James smiled at him. 'He's a little weird.'

Kendall found that he couldn't meet James' eyes. 'Um, actually I think not. He's just realistic.'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, he thinks we're a couple, so he's just trying to make us act the way real couples are supposed to.'

James was silent, and Kendall finally risked a glance up and met his eyes. They were filled with something Kendall didn't know. Suddenly, all his 'fan love' for James was replaced with a foreign feeling.

Was he beginning to like James? Not as in 'OMG he's so fucking hot, I'll give anything to marry him' but as in actually like James.

There was something in the intimacy of the moments that had passed that gripped Kendall's heart. He felt like James was trying to tell him something, but he didn't know what.

But all this was bullshit. James was not gay.

At least Kendall thought so. He looked at James curiously, trying to read the brunet's eyes.

James looked away, almost as if he had something to hide. 'Um. Do you wanna change tables? This one's still wet.'

Kendall nodded slowly. They got up, James holding the cake as they moved to the table beside them.

The delightful man came back with their meal, telling them that they didn't have to pay for the glass and the stained table cloth. After that, the rest of the meal passed uneventfully and silently as neither boy spoke a word, until James said, 'Hey, wanna go take a walk by the lake?'

Kendall nodded, and he walked down the lakeside with James. Their hands brushed and tingles shot up Kendall's arms.

'Liked the meal?' James asked and Kendall nodded again.

'So, Kendall. Tell me about yourself.' James said, smiling down at the blond, trying to get him to talk.

Kendall sighed. He really had no reason to why he wasn't talking.

'Uh... I'm seventeen, I have a sister who's ten years, and my favourite colour is green and I'm a natural blond.'

'Well, um, I'm-'

'Eighteen, you have no siblings and you're a natural brunet,' Kendall interrupted, smirking at him.

James raised an eyebrow. 'That, and, um, my favourite colour is-'

'Green, you recently got a dog named Fox, who is really cute, you're...'

This time, James smirked at Kendall. 'I take it you're a fan?'

Kendall blushed. 'Um, yeah. BTR is my favourite band all-time. Like, I sat down in front of my computer for twelve hours straight voting my ass off for you in the KCAs. Seriously.'

James laughed. 'And I'm sure it's going to pay off.'

Kendall smiled and they continued walking in silence before James stopped and stuffed his hands in his pockets, saying almost shyly, 'Thanks.'

Kendall frowned. 'For what?'

'For not freaking out about me and for not hating me.'

'I am freaking out. I'm just not showing it. I'm trying to be suave. And I could never hate you.'

James laughed, and it was a beautiful addition to the scenery behind him, with a shimmering lake and the moonlight casting a glow over them. 'Well I'm glad to hear that, Mr. Suave.'

The breeze was whipping the brunet's hair and attacking Kendall's senses. Kendall stared at him, trying to figure out why he suddenly felt like they've been friends forever, and not for a few hours.

'You're staring at me. Why?' James asked and Kendall shook his head free of thoughts.

It was only then he realized that he and James were standing only a few centimetres apart, their recent conversation making them come closer unconsciously. Just the closeness made Kendall's breathing become uneven and his heart race faster than it was beating before.

'I- I don't know,' he breathed, lost in James' eyes.

'I think I do,' James murmured. The moment was right there. All James had to do was reach out and grab it. But he was scared. Scared of what would happen after this, scared because of his feelings which were toying with his mind. All he'd ever wanted was to be himself, to love who he wanted, to kiss who he wanted.

But he was scared.

'You do?' Kendall said stupidly, James' smell was intoxicating and Kendall itched to touch him. It wasn't like before, it wasn't an admiration thing. It was something deeper, something else and Kendall didn't know what it was.

They were so close now, and James was so close to going to do it, and Kendall was waiting so expectantly. For years he'd wondered what it was like for someone to kiss him, to hold him, to whisper sweet nothings in his ear. Someone that meant something to him.

James was captivated by Kendall's eyes. Such beautiful eyes. Not like his Kendall, no his were brownish-yellow. Not like Carlos'-

Then it was like a bucket of ice water was dumped on James' head. Carlos. Carlos. The one who'd called him a fag, the homophobe. If he ever saw James now, rejection would be imminent. And James just couldn't lose his best friend. They'd been friends as long as he could remember. Panic immediately filled James' chest. All the doubts and worries that he'd pushed away before came back with a bang, and he pushed Kendall away. 'Shit. I am so sorry. What the hell was that?'

Hurt was plastered over Kendall's face. 'How am I supposed to know?'

James squeezed his eyes shut. What he was going to say next was going to hurt a lot. But he needed to do it. He couldn't get the boy's hopes up, and he definitely didn't want him telling anyone.

'Look, Kendall. I'm sorry. I'm not gay and I can't be seen with someone like you. And if anyone finds out about what almost but didn't happen, remember I have a bodyguard twice your size.' James wanted to kill himself. Why was he doing this to both himself and Kendall?

Kendall felt fucked up. He felt shitted up. He just felt horrible. He wanted to vomit, and he wanted to aim straight on James' pretty face. Tears filled his eyes as he choked out, 'Someone like me?'

But still, deep down inside, Kendall realized that James eyes were telling a completely different story than his mouth, yet he ignored it. His idol, the guy he looked up to was fucking with his feelings. Rage filled him like a blossoming flame.

'Someone like me?' he yelled. He ignored the hurt feeling on James face. 'What the fuck do you mean by that? And don't threaten me you dumbass fuck. I don't fucking care if you have a bodyguard the size of Jupiter. No one and I mean no one ever fucking threatens Kendall Knight.' Tears were streaming down his face, and when he spoke again, his voice was soft and cracked. 'I looked up to you James. You were my fucking role model. But apparently the only thing you could do is fuck with someone's feelings. Was this all a joke? Take the fan out and have a little fun with them? Why did you even to offer to take me out? Because you felt sorry for me? Well, I'm sorry, but you can fucking keep your sympathy.'

With that, Kendall stalked away angrily, tears falling.

James stood there, silently before his world crashed on him. Yet, surprisingly, tears didn't come. All that came were those annoying little voices.

Well done, James. Now he hates you. He'll go tell everyone. You'll get kicked out of the band and-

James shook his head. What could he tell anyone? What would he tell anyone? He walked back to restaurant, regretting every single minute of his life, wishing he'd never been born.

And tears still didn't come.

He paid his bill, but didn't see the old waiter who was so nice to him. He went to his car, seeing in a distance, Kendall getting in a taxi. Remorse filled him again. He was a fucking idiot for only caring about himself and his feelings.

He was a selfish fucking idiot. He deserved to die.

And even with all the self hatred, the tears still didn't come.

He put on the car, and turned on the radio, hoping that he'd find something to soothe his hurting heart. His iPod was still attached to it, so it started in the middle of a song, and it took James a while to figure out the song.

Is your heart breaking?

How do you feel about me now?

I can't believe I let you walk away when

I should've kissed you

Then the tears came.

He hunched over in his car, sobbing terribly. He couldn't believe what he'd done. He'd only known Kendall for what, a few hours? And the blond suddenly meant everything to him.

It was those little beautiful moments in the restaurant that made his heart contract towards the blond.

I should've never let you go

James wiped his tears, and longing for the other Kendall to comfort him he drove quickly back to the hotel.

The girl was sitting in the woods next to the lake. Her boss was going to be satisfied. What was their motto?

I'll find you, follow you and embarrass you.

Well, it was a secret motto. If people knew it, then their celeb news channel wouldn't be as popular.

But the girl liked to give people a yummy story to feed on. A yummy true story.

She watched James Maslow walk away from the scene. She pocketed the camera as she thought about what had happened.

Frankly she thought James was an ass because blondie was really hot.

But she'll give the public some time to decide too.

Now this could've gone either way. The original thing was that KK & James kiss, and everything was happiful (Wynter-Solstice's word). But when I was writing the original thingy, I Should've Kissed You came on and it inspired me to delete like half the story.

But please PLEASE review :D And thanks for the other reviews btw XD

I love y'all!

ChelziXD