Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 4

His view.

I notice her as soon as she walks into the room. There's a light about her that's fresh and bright. It doesn't hurt that she's beautiful. An innocent beauty as well. She looks around the room with an eagerness that captivates me and I can tell that she's here for the art. Unlike her friend. Her friend looks scatty and on the make. I saw her eyeing Liam from the moment she entered the room. Her friend is cute as well, but not as beautiful as she is.

I smile to myself as I watch them make their way around the room. There aren't many women under 40 who come to art exhibits on Friday nights; especially to just see art. "Harry, thank you for donating these pieces. We are blown away by your generosity." The curator gushes in my ear and distracts me. He's a very wimpy man, small in stature and low in voice. His suit is ill fitting and obviously cheap. "It was my pleasure." I give him a small smile, annoyed that he's made me lose the mysterious girl. "I'm glad to share art."

"I bet you can't wait to start your class on Monday. It seems like it will be right up your alley."

"It should be a good experience." I nod and look around the room quickly, bypassing the stares of many women who are obviously interested in me. Aha. I feel a rush of excitement as I spot her again. She's unassuming in a crowd with her brown hair and plain navy skirt and a boring top. Yet her eyes are sparkling in excitement and her cheeks are flushed from the warmth in the room. Her body is curvy in all the right places, and I admire the long expanse of leg she has on display.

"So what do you think, Harry?" the curator asks me eagerly and I frown at him. "Later, I have to talk to someone." I leave him standing there and walk across the room. The girl is standing by herself now. This is my opportunity to introduce myself and make my move.

I walk over to a painting about 2 feet away from her and wait for my opportunity to talk to her. I'll have fun showing her some of the paintings and then I'll take her back to my hotel room for the night. We'll spend the weekend together and then I'll go back to my house and she'll go back to wherever she came from. It will be a weekend of hot sex, and that is just how I like it. I grin to myself as I stand there waiting. It's going to be easy as pie.

Then she walks into me. I look up in a daze as I feel her soft body hit mine. I didn't expect that and I'm caught off guard. "Sorry," she mutters and gives me a wide smile. Her brown eyes look embarrassed and they widen in awe as she gazes at me. I frown at her. She's too honest. Too beautiful. I don't speak. "Sorry," she whispers again. This time she looks unsure of herself. I stare at her pink lips and feel my stomach drop. I can imagine her soft lips on me, kissing me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm. Her face turns red and she steps back. It's this moment I feel her hands on my arms. Intimate and soft in their touch. "Oh, sorry." She snatches her hands back and I wanna grab them and hold them in mine. Instead, I mutter something, still frowning. She can't be here, in a room full of men. Men like me with one thought on their mind. Men who wanna take her home and fuck her senseless.

I walk away from her, not liking the protective feeling I'm feeling when I make eye contact with her. She has an air of vitality and truth about her that I'm accustomed to. I know that she isn't a girl who'd be happy with a weekend of sex and fun. I dont know if I'd be happy with a weekend of sex and fun. She would cling on to me and I would like it. I shudder as I think about that. It would be my worse nightmare. I'm smart by walking away.

I try to ignore the heat of my body as I make my rounds in the room. The girl I've seen earlier has someone ingrained herself in my mind and pants, and I'm starting to feel frustrated. I watch Liam flirting with her best friend and I sigh inwardly. Liam is a predator and should know better. He's not here to party. He's here for business. I'm about to go and talk to him when a better idea hits me. I'll wait to see how it plays out. I'm not gonna be disappointed. About 30 minutes later, I stand at the front of the museum and watch Liam get into a cab with the 2 girls. I'm about to go back into the museum when the girl looks at me. Her expression looks embarrassed and ashamed and she gives me a weak smile. I keep my expression hard as I stare at her. She definitely isn't the girl to have a weekend fling with, but I'm not sure if I can convince my body of that fact.