OH MY GOSH I'M BACK AGAIN! Okay but seriously thanks for all the frikkin support guys! Anyway another song AU for you cause.........well I don't know :D Anyway....ENJOY LORDS, LASSES AND NON-BINARY PASSES!

This font = Roman singing

Roman's POV

5 years now......

5 years he's been gone. And I STILL didn't ask him out! Virgil, the most beautiful and gorgeous kitten on this damn Earth, sadly left me for New York due to his mum getting a new job or something like that.

When he left there where a lot, and I mean A LOT of tears, hugs and just pure pain that where present. I remember he left me with three things. Now I know what your thinking, What did he leave you Roman? Well I'll tell you like jeez give me a minute dude! ANYWAY! He left me with this:

A huge, passionate and somehow deadly painful crush on the emo, which has been maintained and actually strengthened since he left. How? Well have you heard of a little app called WhatsApp? Yeah well that is literally the only thing that's kept my sanity.

A kiss on the cheek - again which strengthened this 'little' crush of mine and has haunted me in my dreams.

And a hoodie. A black as night hoddie with purple patches sewn onto it. It just perfectly symbolises him doesn't it? Cute but edgy.



That's it. Well accept vivid memories of him and his beautiful charm. Oh and a very emotional goodbye.

I miss him too much....

Oh! But! On a happier note, today I am gonna do an audition for a record company! Now I know, I know I could have sung a Disney song or something like that, however I just kinda felt like my own song would fit in.

So here I am, sitting outside of the audition room in a bleach white backgrounded waiting area, my confidence roaring but then dipping then rises again. The person beside me looks like a flipping Phan Flag and they are holding a...... A GIANT FOG HORN?!

HOLY MACKEREL THAT'S THE MOST RANDOM THING TO BRING TO A SINGING AUDITION!

"Ummmm....let's see here..." An obviously aged woman announced, her dull, emerald green eyes frantically scanning a document on a clip board. She looked around the room and her eyes locked with mine. "Mr Prince? Roman Prince?"

"At your service" I said, plastering a huge, yet unknowingly fake, smile on my face.

"Ah yes, Mr Prince this way if you please..." She motioned towards the double doors behind her so I stood up, desperately trying to gather every ounce of confidence left in me. It's like since Virgil left, all my confidence and happiness has drained out of me.

NO! ROMAN! STOP!

Ugh I just need to look positively into this.

I can do this.

If I don't make it here then there's always that bar down the road in which I can sing at.

Surely with a song like this I'll be alright.

Right?

"Okay Roman, the stage is all yours!"

And with one of the judge's words, the backing track kicked in and the lights adjusted to shine upon me.

It's show time!

You'd probably think I was psychotic
(if you knew)
What I still got in my closet
(sad but true)
Slip it on over my shoulders
Something I'll never get over
It makes me feel a little bit closer to you

I can't keep your love
I can't keep your kiss
Gave you everything and all I got was this

I'm still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
Still rocking your

*Time skip 5 years later cause this prince is lazy as fek*

Oh. My. GOSH!

Its my tour baby! I just can't believe that I've made it THIS far! From that audition to a record deal to a 1# hit for a whole month! To an album to 3 albums and then my tour.

Squueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

I can't believe it!

I brushed down my outfit nervously as a loud 'ding' erupted from my phone.

One New Message:

Virgil 🖤: Hey Ro Ro! Good luck with the tour! I am so frikkin proud of you and I'll know you'll smash it! Call me xx

A smile grew rapidly on my face as I reread the text like a billion times. I loved Virgil's texts - sweet and lovely. However I unfortunately couldn't swoon forever! As I was pushed by my assistant - Remy - towards the entrance to the tour stage.

"Ugh come on Roman like dude I know your in love but if you haven't noticed, you've got a tour to do...now GO!" And on the word go he pushed me though the doors.

I was greeted with fan's screams and bright lights, which just boosted my happiness even more.

So there I stood, in Virgil's cute but edgy hoodie infront of my dear fans and boy where there A LOT of them. Here we go again.

It's show time!

I used to put my hand in your pockets (holding on)
The smell of your cologne is still on it (but you're still gone)
Slip it on over my shoulders
Someone I'll never get over
Makes me feel a little bit closer to you

I can't keep your love
I can't keep your kiss
Gave you everything and all I got was this

I'm still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
Still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
Still rocking your

If you want it back
If you want it back
I'm here waiting
Come take it back
Come take it back
If you want it back
If you want it back
I'm here waiting
Come take it back
Come take it back

I'm still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
I'm still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie

*Another time skip to the next day cause this female prince hasn't got any less lazy*

A faint rapping at my tour bus door rang out in the near silent room, making me slightly jump. I wonder who could be there-

Oh no.

It's not a serial killer, who has a red apple is it?

"Who is it?" I called, too lazy to move from my apple red couch.

"Y-Your favourite thunder storm P-Princey..." The voice called back.

Waaaaiiiiitttttttt.

I know that stutter!

"VIRGIL!?!?" I rushed rapidly to the black door to be greeted by a beautiful emo standing there, a small smile, which soon grew at my arrival , placed on his gorgeous face. " OH MY GOLLY GOSH VIRGIL DARLING! ITS YOU! IT'S YOU! ITS YOU, ITS YOU, IT'S REALLY YOU!" I exclaimed, wrapping him in a giant hug.

I'm still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
I'm still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
I'm still rocking your hoodie....

If you guys want a part two to this then I'll make one but I kinda lost the plot a bit. So much for mind maps..... Anyway hope you enjoyed :D