AN: This is just a fluffy one-shot of Maxon and America. This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a few days now so I've been dying to get it down on paper (or in this case, type it on my computer). The song included is 'You are the Reason' by Calum Scott. Hope you enjoy! Please Favorite and Review if you want. Constructive criticism and suggestions are always welcome.

Edit 8/24/20: I may add to this later on, depending on my schedule as I'm a Senior in high school with College Apps to submit. Fun times! :P


Dinner this evening is silent and tense. I am lost in my thoughts, thinking about Maxon and the feelings I have for him. I know for sure I love him, but what if he doesn't choose me? What if his father never lets me marry the love of my life? What if I'm not good enough to be Princess-and eventually Queen-of Illéa?

I look up at the head table where the royal family are seated. The King, as usual, stays silent throughout the meal. The Queen and Maxon are talking quietly to each other. It looks like an important discussion with both The Queen and Maxon talking animatedly. Whatever it is that they are talking about, it seems to slow to a stop with Maxon and his mother going back to their meals.

Maxon glances up and looks at me intently. He almost seems to be looking for something. He tugs his ear with a smile and I tug mine back.

It seems we have a date after dinner tonight.

I finish my meal quickly and excuse myself from the dining room. As I head through the doors, I can feel Maxon's eyes following me. I smirk to myself.


Once I reach my room, I let my maids take my hair out of its elaborate up-do and get me ready for bed. I quickly dismiss them for the night and sit on my piano bench mulling over my thoughts.

I know I need to tell Maxon about Aspen and admit my feelings for him. But I am terrified of losing Maxon. Before the Selection, I could have never imagined that I would love Prince Maxon Schreave, Heir to the throne of Illéa. But he stole my heart without me even realizing it. I think of all the moments with him that made me fall in love with him- when he sent my sister strawberry tarts for a bet we made during our first breakfast, him giving me the pants even though I lost the bet, the tender, loving kisses we have shared, and most importantly, dancing in the rain together. These moments deepened my love for Maxon and made this Palace-which I had once referred to as a 'gilded cage'-feel like a home.

Maxon is my home.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't register the knock at my door nor it opening before I got the chance to respond. I look up to see Maxon staring at me adoringly. How did I get so lucky to have a man look at me with such love?

"Hi." I say, smiling softly.

"Hi, my love," Maxon says. "How are you this evening?"

"Good." I respond. I have so much to say to him yet I don't know where to begin. I take a deep breath, organizing my thoughts in my head.

"Maxon," I say softly. "I have something to tell you. But I need you to promise to let me explain. Promise me?" I am so nervous. I know I need to tell him about Aspen before I tell him I love him, but what if he doesn't let me get that far?

"Okay…I promise to listen." Maxon says warily.

I take another deep, shaky breath. "Remember the boy I told you about that broke my heart? Well…um…he's here at the Palace. His name is Aspen Leger, Officer Aspen Leger." I watch Maxon closely and I see the moment he connects Aspen to Officer Leger. His face goes from confusion to realization to anger to sadness.

"So," he says. "has anything happened between the two of you?"

I know I have to tell him, but I am absolutely dreading his reaction.

"Yes," I say, barely loud enough for him to hear. "We have met secretly. We would kiss sometimes-"

Maxon cuts me off, angry. "Have you been kissing him behind my back this whole time? Was everything that happened between us a lie?" I gulp back tears.

"We have kissed," I repeat, "but I only kissed him when things were uncertain between us. When you started getting closer to Kriss, or when Marlee was caned. But after the safe room, when we laid ourselves bare, I stopped it. Maxon, I promise you I ended it with Aspen and haven't talked with him since."

I wait watching him digest this information. He starts pacing and runs his hands through his hair. I am scared to find out what he is thinking. I don't have to wait long.

Maxon faces me where I am still seated on my piano bench.

"I don't know how to react to this, America. You have betrayed me. How can I trust you after this? What you did was TREASON, America." Maxon asks me desperately.

"I know I don't deserve your trust, but I want you. Only you. You are the reason I am here. I am fighting for you because I…I l-love you. I think I've loved you for a long time and just wouldn't admit it to myself." I say earnestly, willing him to see my sincerity with my eyes locked on his.

He stares at me in disbelief. He opens his mouth several times but no words come out.

"You- what?" he finally asks, bewildered.

"I love you, Maxon. I love you so much that I am scared to lose you."

Maxon blinks and in three strides Maxon is standing in front of me. He pulls me into his arms staring deeply into my eyes, searching them to see the truthfulness of my statement.

"Say it again," Maxon whispers against my lips.

"I love you."

Before I even finish, Maxon pulls me into a deep, searing kiss. His hands are on my back, rubbing up and down, encouraging me to stay close. This kiss is full of love and want and desire. It is so different from his other kisses which are tender, loving, and soft. I feel loved. And I never want to imagine a world where we aren't together like this for the rest of our lives.

"I love you too," Maxon says against my lips before continuing his kisses. "God, America. I love you so much. I have wanted to say that to you for so long."

Our kissing slows and we rest our foreheads against each other. We are panting from lack of air from our kiss.

"Can you ever forgive me?" I ask.

"I'm not going to lie, America, I am hurt you kept this to yourself and continued on with him behind my back." I nod sadly, not surprised in the least. "But," Maxon says, letting a small smile come onto his face. "If you can assure me that that is over, that you are mine, maybe I can forgive you," Maxon with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"Maxon, its over between us, it's in the past. I promise." I will him to believe me, tears fill my eyes thinking he may never forgive me.

"I believe you, America. I forgive you. I'm glad you told me rather than me finding out some other way." He says, kissing me softly to prove his point.

"I love you." We say at the same exact moment. We smile at each other, laughing lightly.

I guide Maxon to sit beside me. I am relieved that I finally told Maxon about Aspen. I feel terrible for hurting him and I try to think of a way to express my feelings for him.

A sudden thought comes to mind that makes my face light up. I wrote him a song a few days after our date on the roof. I remember the exact moment I became aware of my love for Maxon and that inspired this song.

I turn to Maxon. "I want to sing something for you."

"I would love to hear you sing, America." Maxon says, his lips twitching up into a small smile.

I take a deep, steadying breath and dive into the music. I let myself get lost in the music and start to sing. This song encompasses all of my thoughts and feelings and fears. It expresses my love for him and my worry for him with his cruel father and the weight of the world on his young shoulders.

There goes my heart beating
'Cause you are the reason
I'm losing my sleep
Please come back now

There goes my mind racing
And you are the reason
That I'm still breathing
I'm hopeless now

I'd climb every mountain
And swim every ocean
Just to be with you
And fix what I've broken
Oh, 'cause I need you to see
That you are the reason

There goes my hands shaking
And you are the reason
My heart keeps bleeding
I need you now, oh

If I could turn back the clock
I'd make sure the light defeated the dark
I'd spend every hour, of every day oh
Keeping you safe

I'd climb every mountain
And swim every ocean

Just to be with you
And fix what I've broken
Oh, 'cause I need you to see
That you are the reason

I don't wanna fight no more
I don't wanna hide no more (you are)
I don't wanna to cry no more come back, I need you to hold me (that you are the reason)
A little closer now, just a little closer now
Come a little closer, I need you to hold me tonight

I'd climb every mountain
And swim every ocean
Just to be with you
And fix what I've broken
'Cause I need you to see
That you are the reason

I slowly fade out toward the end. I look up at Maxon to see his awed expression and tears in his eyes. I smile softly to myself. I've brought the future King of Illéa to tears.

"America," Maxon says, caressing my cheek softly, "that was beautiful! Your voice is angelic and that song…wow. Was that for me?" I nod and see his eyes still shining with tears.

"Darling, I love you so much. I want you to be by my side. I want you to be my wife. I can't imagine a life without you in it. I can't be King without you as my Queen. I can't stop loving you. I have loved you since the first time I saw you. It's always been you, America. Only you, my love." Maxon says earnestly, holding my face in his hands.

I stare up at him and I see our future together. I see him standing at the end of an aisle, I see a life with him. The big bellies, peanut butter fingerprints on his desk, tiny feet padding across the floor to our bed, the busy seasons and the lazy weekends, the wrinkles, and us holding each other in bed, being the first and last faces we see each day and night. I want it all.

"I want that too. I want a life with you, Maxon."

"Then promise me that you'll say yes. Promise me that you'll stay."

"I promise. I love you, Maxon."

He kisses me softly, pouring all of his being and love into the kiss. I smile against his lips.

I can't believe I love him. I have never been so in love with anyone in my life; not even with Aspen. I never thought I'd be a One and become Queen one day. This whole experience is surreal.

We move from my piano bench to lay in my bed. I lie my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Maxon has his arm around me, keeping me close. We stay quiet for a moment, just enjoying each other's company.

"So," I say, "what now?"

"Well, now that I am sure of your feelings for me I will discuss it with my father and try to convince him to let me marry you. Then when I am eventually able to propose to you publicly, I will and we will get married." He says, softly tracing patterns on my hand.

"mmm," I hum, "I like the sound of that." My eyes start to droop from his soft tracing patterns and voice. We continue laying there with my eyes getting heavier and heavier with sleep. The feeling of Maxon's arms around me gives me more comfort than I thought possible and it's the best feeling in the world. I smile softly to myself and think, I could get used to this.

Eventually, we both fall asleep in each other's arms, secure in our love.