{This chapter is for shreya20015 she asked for this update. Also it's my mom's birthday day so I didn't get a chance to write chapter five yet, so there probably won't be an update tomorrow.}

*Layla*

  "Babydoll get up," Thomas yelled as I groaned throwing my blankets over my head. "Layla, get up it seven o'clock."

  "Too early," I groaned yelping when I was rolled off the bed and onto the floor. "Okay I'm up, now what do you want."

  "I want to see where you used to hang out," he smiled. "Please. Also I figured since this article about Prince James is going to fill a good portion of the magazine why not get a bunch of pictures of the villages and country side along with images of the royal family and the guest."

    "That's actually a good idea," I smiled pushing myself up off the floor. "Give me ten minutes to get ready."

  "Yay!" he squealed like little girl and ran out of my room.

  "Crazy man," I sighed walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face before I got dressed in a pair of distressed jean shorts, grey t-shirt that said 'No Rules', and blue vans. "I'm ready."

  "Finally," Thomas huffed grabbing his camera while I grabbed my backpack and phone. "You took forever."

  "Whatever," I scoffed shoving him out the door. "Let's go. I have to cover the meet and greet of the other prince's and kings later today."

*Ian*

  I was almost to the doors after my daily run when I heard Layla and her friend talking so I ducked just outside the door and hid listening to they're conversation.

  "What was it like growing up here?" The friend asked.

  "It was alright," Layla said and I smiled. "I mean how many people can say they grew up around a royal family. I thought living here was the best until middle school, that's when all the name calling and bullying started. Frankie and Sarah always had my back and I thought Marcie did too until I overheard her bad mouthing me to the other princesses."

  Having heard all I could stand I ran up to Layla scaring here when I touched her shoulder.

  "Hey," I smiled dodging the left hook she threw my way. "Easy didn't mean to startle you."

  "Don't do that," Layla gasped placing a hand on her chest. "What are you doing out this early anyways?"

  "Well I was heading upstairs to shower but I saw you two and wanted to see what you were up to," I shrugged smiling at Layla.

  "I'm just going to show Thomas a couple places I used to hang out growing up," she smiled grabbing Thomas's hand.

  "Mind if I tag along?" I asked trying to sound nonchalant. "Cause what you're doing sounds like fun."

  "I don't..." Layla started but her friend bent down and whispered something in her ear that had her turning a light shade of pink. "Thomas!"

  "What?" He smiled looking down at her before turning to me. "We'd love for you to come along, the more the merrier. If you want to change we'll wait until you get back."

  "Give me a minute," I said quickly running to my room and changing into some black jeans, a t-shirt that Layla had gotten me, and my black boots, grabbing my wallet and phone on my way out.

*Layla*

  "He has better things to do than hangout with us," I scolded Thomas after Ian had run off.

  "Hey," Thomas said stealing my hair clip and shaking his hands through my hand. "The man offered to tag along besides after you left dinner last night he kept staring at the door like he was hoping you would come back. Now flip."

  "What?" I asked raising a brow at him.

  "Flip you're god damn hair woman," he said sassily and I groaned flipping my hair. "Perfect, just in time to make Mr.Royal jealous."

  Rolling my eyes I turned to see Ian walk out the door, gasping when I recognized the shirt​ he was wearing."

  "Babydoll?"

  "Where are we headed first?" Ian and Thomas asked at the same time and I just started walking in front of them shaking my head trying to forget that Ian was wearing the shirt I got him for his sixteenth birthday.

*Ian*

  I followed behind Layla and Thomas as she pointed things out to him, and he would snap pictures of everything. I smile when a small girl ran up to Layla pulling on her shorts causing her to bend down and the little girl placing a flower in her hair.

  "Cutie," Thomas said snapping a picture.

  "Thomas," Layla groaned rolling her eyes.