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I woke up disoriented. I usually slept naked, but for some reason I still had my clothes on. That wasn't the only reason I felt abnormally hot, though. I woke up to the feeling of another body wrapped around me and someone's hand in my hair.
From the feel of the small fingers, it could only have been Louis' hand. Not that I paid a lot of attention to his hands. But the real question was why he was in bed with me. I mean, I remember crying last night until I fell asleep and Louis being there. I just don't understand why he stayed.
"Good morning, Prince."
"Morning," I mumbled. "What time is it?"
"It's a little after eight, Prince."
"A.M.?"I asked, a little shocked. This waking up early thing better not become a habit.
"Yes, Prince." I couldn't be certain but it sounded like he was smirking.
I was going to try and move but we were too tangled up. I wasn't quite functional enough to sort out whose body parts were whose. We laid in silence for about five minutes and I attempted not to whine when hand left my hair.
"Why did you stay?"
"Hm?"
"Last night. Why did you stay?"
"I'm supposed to ensure your welfare, Prince."
"And?"
"And that includes your emotional welfare. Besides I tried once and you would have none of it, Prince." That didn't sound right. I was infamous for kicking my friends off of beds at sleepovers. Though it may be true, considering how tangled we were. It may also be true, because I had never had a hot boy in me bed before... Shit, it's too early for this.
"We should probably go get breakfast." I said as my stomach let out a growl to punctuate my statement.
"Sounds like you need it, Prince."
"Well now that we've slept together can you at least call me Harry?" I attempted to make a joke about this instead of thinking about how well rested I felt.
"No, Prince."
"Of course not."
We finally managed to get untangled and I headed off to go shower and get dressed. Afterward, I went to go to the kitchen until I heard arguing downstairs. It seems someone left his post to go argue with Louis. I think it was Zayn. I guess he expected me to take longer to get ready.
"Louis! I can't believe you slept with him!"
"I did not sleep with him." *pause* "Okay I slept with him but I didn't sleep with him, sleep with him."
"Louis," he groaned. "You should know better."
"I should know better? Really? That's what you have to say? I didn't do anything wrong!"
"You should know by now, not to get emotionally attached to clients. Especially after..." he trailed off.
"Especially after what, Zayn? Especially after my first client? How many times do I have to tell you I was completely professional with her? I was a rookie and she misread my merely friendly intentions. Nonetheless, I did my job diligently and we kept her safe. I am good at my job, which is why I am the head of Prince Harry's security." The tone of his voice was absolute. He was asserting his authority.
"I'm not doubting your skill, Louis. I'm just worried about you. I just don't want you to get emotionally attached and then have to watch him leave."
