Some of you might remember reading this story and know that I have deleted it a while bck. But I figured I'd finish it up. So this is a three-shot. I must warn you this has been written a long time ago and I just recently finished the third chapter, which is much shorter than to two first chapters. I don't really like this story, but I figured, I'd upload it. So I hope you like it. review please.

I don't own anything.

Sixteen year old, Bella Swan grasped on the bottle and she sang out the words as if it were a microphone. She shivered as the light breeze blew past her from the big opened window. She and her brothers, Jasper and Emmett, were invited to a ball for one of the princesses seventeenth birthday in England. They were practicing for the show tonight and they were extremely nervous. They were going to perform in front of the king and his children. It was nerve racking. She cursed under her breath when she messed up on the lyrics. With an awkward sound, Emmett and Jasper stopped along with the drummer, Mike Newtown. Mike had been touring with the siblings for such a long time; he remembered the times they would practice in the Swan's garage. He impressed them of how talented he was with the drums. He was about two months older than Bella and about two years younger from Emmett and Jasper. Ever since they met, about a year later they had managed to get their first gig. Within a couple of gigs, shockingly a famous producer was there and he introduced himself to the teens. Weeks later, they signed contracts and recorded their first album.

Their second Album had been sold worldwide, earning millions of dollars. They were the first band to achieve a golden nominee at such a young age. After the selling of their second Album, calls of modeling and acting agents were trying to get Bella to either cast in their movies or be the cover of their new magazines. She was working on a movie co-starring with Ryan Reynolds. And she was in fifteen front page covers, in the Rolling Stones, teen magazines and many more. She and her brothers made a couple advertisement commercials. They won three Juno awards for being the youngest and famous band of the year, having the best song of the year and having the best album of the year. They attended the teen choice awards and Bella and Emmett received the female and male hottie award and with Jasper having the Fashion Icon award.

Bella gestured for them to continue where they left off, sighing she returned to the song. She wiped her forehead with her head and grasped the mic stand, with her fingers. She winced when her voice cracked. "Bella!" Emmett exclaimed, abruptly stopping. Bella apologized. Jasper gently threw a bottle of water. She chugged half the bottle, closing it and placing it on the floor beside her. She tugged on her shirt, nervously. She jumped when a sudden loud knock came from the doors, for acknowledgment as someone who came in. The personal assistant that was working for the prince and princesses' came in, black suit, hair perfectly tied back into a bun.

"Isabella Swan and ...boys," She said with a tone of a librarian. She imagined her and her brothers seating with the librarian lecturing the teens. She imagined Emmett and Jasper drooling as they slept. She imagined herself, head on the table and drool, pooling the table. She snapped out of the day dream. "The king isn't proud of what he is hearing. He is just outside in the garden, along with his daughters. He hears that you keep stopping every few words and notes. He doesn't approve."

"We're truly sorry," Bella said the hint of nervousness in her voice. "We-"

"Carry on," The assistant said, pressing the ear microphone from his hear, he nodded as if the person that was talking to him could see him. "The princesses are off to the city trying on dresses. The party is just in a few hours. Get ready." With that he left. When the door closed, Bella's knees buckled and she fell on the stage floor. Emmett sighed, putting the electric guitar on its stand. He sat down beside his sister, wrapping an arm around her.

"C'mon lil sis," He said, in a brotherly tone. "We've preformed so many times. Why are you shying back now?"

"It's the king of England, Em," She exclaimed. "along with his family jewels. Do you know how nerve racking that is?"

"Sure, it's the king of England along with his kids and about a hundred of people. You've performed in front of thousands of people, Bells. Now tell me, is there something wrong with that?" She pouted, pretending that she was crying. She made sob sounds. Emmett rolled his eyes, sighing. "Work your voice, Bells, and stop forgetting the words."She pouted. She reached up and grabbed the mic. Still sitting on the stage, her legs dangling, Emmett began with the first notes, within seconds Jasper began with the Bass. With a eerie long note, Mike slammed his drumsticks on the drums and with a sudden boom Jasper and Emmett continued with the notes. Bella gulped down deep breaths and tried to relax.

She tried to go in her happy place. Lame, She thought to herself. Emmett says it works. Then again, it's Emmett. She imagined the weekend with her dogs at the beach. She was alone and in disguise. She played catch with her dogs, Maxee and Jace. Running, practically jumping up and down, as she and the black and white huskies ran with her on the shore. They jumped on her causing her to go under the water. She shot out of the water, soaked. She ran from the dogs, ending up falling on the sand as they jumped on her. Their tongues licking her face and their wet fur dripping with water. It was the best memory that she had for a long time.

They were in their tour bus. They were going to perform in less than thirty minutes. Despite that they were all ready and dressed; Emmett was snoring in the bunk bed, the small curtain only covering his upper body. Jasper was toying with the acoustic guitar, humming one of their songs. Bella was ruining her manicured nails that were painted black now there were only bits of black and numbed to the finger nail. Mike was stuffing his face while he sat down on the passenger seat. Their driver and body guards were outside, doing their best keeping the crazed fans from getting to the bus. One of the famous singers that were singing at the ball was done and they were getting the instrumental band to play for a family dance.

A tug on the corner of her lip tugged when Alice was dancing with her father. She tried to hide the fact that she was jealous. She always wondered how it felt to have a father. Her father had died soon after she was born. He got in a car accident along with the eldest sibling, the teen's sister Jessica, had died along with her father as they hurried to the hospital. Their father, Charlie had picked up Jessica from school, while the boys were already at the hospital with Renee their aunt. Soon after, Bella was in her mother, Esme's, arms sleeping and cleaned. Esme was devastated when she heard the news of her husband and her eldest child. Emmett, Jasper and obviously Bella were too young to understand what happened.

The sudden knocks from her agents, Angela, fist snapped her out of her trance. Angele looked about twenty-seven; she had light brown long hair that was always draped over her shoulders. She hates tying her hair back. She told Bella that why try hiding her flawless hair from people when you can saw it off. Bella rolled her eyes and completely ignored her as she spoke. Bella wasn't the one to talk about fashion or rather hair. She – Angela really – hired a famous stylish to dress and style up her hair when Bella went to shows and events. Jasper was more into style - that didn't mean he was gay or anything. Jasper usually helped the guys pick out clothes for shows and events, while Bella was being tortured in the dressing room with the evil styling devils.

"C'mon, Bella, you guys are up in fifteen." Angela hit the wall that was right beside Emmett's and hit it a couple times. He squinted, and groaned. "Wake up, baby boy, show time."

"Bella, make her go away."

"Unfortunately, not this time big brother." Bella smiled at her brother who forced himself to get out of the bunk bed. Talk about bed head. Bella thought. But she couldn't do anything about it. This was how his hair normally was in shows. It was usually styled but it still looked good. He rubbed the sleep off his eyes and straightened out his suit.

"Oh, can someone say sexy?" Mike wooted as he walked up to Bella and Emmett. Angela had already left, along with Jasper by her side. Bella rolled her eyes. She hated wearing dresses, even a mini dress. It was black, made of a metallic material with a silver necklace. The mini dress exposing her slender her skin pale white that Bella could pull off. She was also, also hating it, black mascara the ones that lengthened the eyelashes and dark blue eye liner with a shade of light pink and the right shade of red lipstick.

"Stop flirting with my sister, Mike." Emmett shoved him by the arm.

"No, I was talking about you." Mike said seductively at Emmett, jokily. They practically started to dry hump causing Bella to almost gag. Wait, till their girlfriends hear about this. Bella thought, stepping out of the bus. She heard the shrieking crazed fans from afar. Even though they were about thirty feet away from her, she still felt their screams as if they were right beside her ear. She held up her hand, waving at the fans and posing for brief moments. The fans screams grew louder when Emmett and Mike stepped out of the bus, causing Bella to roll her eyes. Of course it would be the British girls to scream at Emmett and Mike. Despite that Emmett was her brother and Mike felt like her brother. They were attractive. I guess. Bella thought as she let the body guards lead her to the castle.

She heard the violins, the Bass, the acoustic guitar and she was totally star struck when she was she saw the one and only Coldplay play their song Viva La Vida through the large open doors they passed by. Emmett pulled her by the arm as they were still walking down the large hall way. Emmett soon let go of her arm as he went to grab his guitar with Mike close behind him. Bella hummed along with the song, only singing parts of the verses. Just then the vocals stopped and the violins slowly faded out. It was time for them to perform.

Emmett waved for her to follow. They heard the shouts and screams from the fans in the ballroom. The beat of the people who were jumping up and down, made the floor vibrate. She followed the boys as they entered the ballroom. The screams grew louder as they entered the large room. Bella smiled and waved to her fans. They got up on the stage, getting ready. She took in a couple deep breaths, thinking about her dogs that were, back home, in Miami. She grasped the microphone from the mic stand. She coughed in her crooked arm, clearing her throat. She gazed over the screaming face, and then her eyes froze on the king and his children. They were sitting in a private booth, in tuxedos and evening gowns. They were beautiful. Amazingly beautiful. Even the bronzed and green eyed boy was beautiful, his tousled hair in every direction and his black tuxedo that made his piercing green eyes to show out more. Bella swallowed and the boys began to play.

I got a lot to say to you
Yeah I got a lot to say
I noticed your eyes are always glued to me
Keeping them here and it makes no sense at all

She grabbed her hair, leaning in to the microphone closer. Her eyes were locked on the green eyed boy. She tried to look away, but she couldn't. She wouldn't. She didn't want to.

They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
Your little spies

She closed her eyes, the beat getting to her. The microphone was close to her lips now, her hair tangled in her fingers. Her other hand on her stomach.

Crush...Crush...Crush...
Crush, crush

Emmett and Jasper: 1,2,3,4!

Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one two of us is counting on
That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than this

As she continued with the song, her eyes still haven't left the prince's eyes. Even though he was far away, she could tell he was smirking at her. Her heart raced and she knew she was blushing. By the hard breathing by the jumping fans, she was sweating by the heat that was in the large room. Her hair was glued on her neck and forehead. She was jumping along with the fans as she held the microphone to the crowd. They song two lines from the song and now she was singing. With three more songs, they finished off with their hit single Reach Out.

They got off the stage, exhausted. Her knees buckled as she slipped down on the floor as they entered the hallway. Jasper seemed to agree on her and sat down beside her. Jasper's phone rang, smiling, he answered it. He got up, walking out of the balcony that was across the hallway. He was smiling and grinning stupidly. In love. That what was he is. Bella glanced over to her other brother who was also seemed to be talking with his girlfriend. She could hear them talking but then Emmett's conversation seemed to be going on the wrong road. He was growling and practically shouting at the phone. He repeatedly hit the wall. He was angry. Obviously. And Bella knew why. It was that stupid clingy girlfriend of his. Despite the screaming crowd and the band that was playing. She could hear his girlfriend screaming at him on the other line.

"Fine, Meg," he huffed. "You keep sleeping with him, see if I fucken care." He shouted and closed his phone. Bella hauled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs. She watched Jasper, who was smiling and completely ignoring the angry Emmett who had been screaming at his cellular phone just seconds ago.

"Yes, I will." Jasper smiled. Bella heard the softness and caring in his voice. "I love you too."

He closed his phone, finally noticing his angry brother. He looked at his sister and raised an eyebrow. She smiled and nodded once toward Emmett, giving him a look that says be my guest. Jasper rolled his eyes at his sister and went to his brother. Bella completely forgot her brothers when she saw from down the hall a green eyed boy standing there with a smirk on his face. He was smiling at her and it was as if he hadn't notice Jasper trying to calm down Emmett. He waved her to come to him. She hesitated, biting her lip. She raised an eyebrow. He shrugged as if he were saying no guards around. She slowly stood up, straightening her dress.

She curtsied when she approached him. "Don't be like that." He snorted. "You have permission to treat me like a normal boy." She raised an eyebrow at him, confused. He stepped closer to her. She could feel his breath on her skin. Whine but yet it made her melt. His hand touched her cheek. "I wanted to see you up close." She blushed. "You are very beautiful. Even without make up, I can tell you'll still look so beautiful."

"Flirting with the guests, my prince?"

"Well, everyone has to get their fun once in a while." He held out a hand. She raised an eyebrow. He smirked. "A dance."

"In front of all those people?" she asked, heavily smiling at the crowd that she glanced over to the open door that was a few feet away from them. "I may be a performer, my prince. But I do not dance."

"It wasn't a suggestion, my dear. It was an order."

"Hmm, using your royalty on me, huh?" She couldn't believe she was flirting with him. The prince. OF ENGLAND! He had that accent and she fell in love with it immediately. His voice was soft and careful. Almost like velvet when she felt his breath on her. He was so close, he looked like he was about to kiss her. He chuckled at the comment, taking her hand. She nervously let him pull him in the ballroom and to her surprise she saw wide eyes as they entered. The security pushed the people far enough for Edward and Bella to walk pass. Edward pulled her to the center of the room, the people circling around them.

He placed a both hands on her waist, her hands on his shoulders. When a soft melody was played by the instrumental band Bella and Edward began to dance. She tripped on her heel, making her knee buckle. Edward caught her. "You okay?"

"I told you, I can't dance."

"It might be those shoes."

"Trust me, it's not the shoes." She whispered. "I trip on air. Try looking in magazines, my prince, there's pictures of me falling on my face." He grasped on one of her wrists and slipped his hand in hers. "I do not do the waltz, my prince."

"It's Edward."

"Edward." It suited him. "Bella."

"Take off your shoes, Bella." She raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a look that said you've got to be kidding me. He chuckled, waiting for her to take off her high heels. She took them off. He lifted her as if she were just a piece of paper and made her stand on his feet. She ducked her head as her cheeks flushed. She saw flashes of cameras as Edward started to lead her with the dance. "My, Bella." He breathed out. "This is rather romantic, do you think?"

She giggled.

She finally realized of other couples that were dancing along with them. She saw her brother, Emmett along with the princess Rosalie. How-? She was suddenly spun around, Edward's hand slightly letting go of hers. He pulled her back, she grunted as she practically slammed against Edward's chest. He grunted also. She smiled at him, embarrassingly and apologetically. She gripped on his arm when her knees buckled. "Damn it." She said under her breath.

"Maybe I should listen when someone tells me they don't know how to dance." He teased. She knew she blushed and he smiled at her reaction. They stopped dancing but they didn't let go of each other. Edward began to pull her from the dance floor and the crowd made room when they passed by. He dragged her down the hall, away from the crowd and they made it out of the door before the paparazzi saw them slip outside. Bella could see that they were in the garden. She smiled and looked up at the sky. The stars were twinkling and shining bright as her and Edward sat down on the stone bench. "Finally," he whispered. "We're alone."

"Why's that, my prince?"

"This." Edward caught her lips with his. If they were still standing up, her knees would've buckled and her clumsiness would ruin the moment. She was glad they were sitting down. His hand cupped her face and the other one stayed on her lap. She pulled him by the neck, deepening the kiss. It was as if his lips were made just for her, he moved with her so slowly and passionately. She shivered when the hand that was on her lap, caressed her shoulder, moving tenderly. He laughed in the kiss, as she wanted to pull away. He pulled her back, giving at least three pecks and taking a long moment with the last one. "That was – amazing." He breathed out.

She was panting. "Great, I was saving my first kiss with Ryan Reynolds. But I guess you'll do." She teased. He gave her a mocking hurt expression and laughed when she looked apologetic, regretting the joke. She shoved him with a hard punch, causing him to fall off the bench. "Oh, shit." She held out a hand for him. "Are you okay?" he took her hand but made her fall on top of him.

He grunted when she fell. "So much, for wanting to be romantic." He whispered, burying his face in her neck. She let him hold her as they laid there on the grass. The smell of flowers and his wonderful scent around her. He drew circles on her side, making her squirm when he touched her sensitive spots. She bit her lip and sat up. He sat up with her. "What?"

"I'm sorry, my prince. But I'm not the kind of girl to have a one night stand with." She said, standing up. She began to walk away when his hand took her wrist.

"Please, Bella." He scoffed. "My father taught me better than that." She smiled and let him kiss her, kissing him back as well. His hands wrapped around her small waist and his kisses gentle and soft. "Could a prince ask one more dance for the lady?"

"Psh! No." She kissed him instead.