Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 5

Her View.

"Omg, Anna. I'm in a strange guy's hotel room. You are in the bathroom puking. I'm sending you this so that when you're sober tomorrow, you will remember why this was a bad idea." I hit 'send' quickly as I hear the door open. "Are you okay?" Anna's date Liam walks towards me with a smooth stride. I try not to stare at his naked chest. "I'm fine," I squeak out, not really believing I'm in this situation. I've never been the girl to have a one-night stand, and I wouldn't have come to this guy's hotel room if I wasn't concerned about Anna. "You don't look very comfortable." He stops in front of me and frowns as he looks me over. "I'm fine." I smile up at him and take a deep breath. I'm not exactly sure what he's expecting me to do. I mean, i'm pretty sure Anna and I have come back to his room so that they could hang out and maybe make out. But now that Anna is in the bathroom puking, I'm not sure if he thinks I'm down to pick up where she left off. Part of me feels like I'm in Pretty Woman, with the super expensive hotel room and hot guy. However, I'm not down with hooking up with him. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a prude, but I'm not gonna hook up with a guy my best friend has come to hook up with.

My stomach feels weird as I realize that he really doesn't care which of us he's sleeping with tonight. "You're still dressed." He sits down next to me, and I feel his warm thigh press against mine. I try not to shiver as a feeling of displeasure courses through me. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" I mumble. Damn it, Cassie. I think to myself. He's going to think I'm the bumbling idiot that I am. "Why don't we talk while we wait for Anna to come out of the bathroom?"
"Chat?" He's raising an eyebrow at me. "What would you like to talk about?"
"Well, you know. Things." I smile at him, and he sits back with a puzzled look on his face. He reaches a hand over and I feel his fingers tracing my collarbone before brushing my hair back, away from my face. "You're very beautiful."
"Thanks." I smile weakly and he laughs. "You are American, yeah?" he smiles to himself as I nod. "Let me guess. You are from a Midwestern state. Yeah, somewhere in the country. Maybe a farm?"
"No," I shake my head and laugh. "I've never even been to the Midwest. i'm from Florida."
"No!" He shakes his head in surprise. "You don't seem like you are from Florida."
"I am." It was my turn to frown. "What do you mean I don't seem like I'm from Florida?"
"Nothing, mon cher." (=My dear) He brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it softly. "Let's not talk about mundane things."
"What do you wanna do?" I ask stupidly and groan inside, pulling my hand away quickly. "What do you think?"
"I'm not that sort of girl." I swallow as he leans in towards me. His lips are only inches away from mine, and I freeze in panic. I wanna slap him and accuse him of being a dirty leech, but I'm scared that he will get mad and force me out of the room. There's no way I'm going to leave without Anna.

BANG BANG BANG.

My eyes widen in shock at the loud banging, and I see his eyes darken with anger before he jumps up and walks towards the door. I sit there, thanking God that we've been interrupted before he could've made his first attempt to kiss me. "Who is it?" he growls through the door. "Liam, open the door. It's Harry." The voice on the other side of the door sounds irritated and angry, and I sit up straight, my bones tingling. The voice sounds familiar though. I'm hopeful that Liam will let the other guy into the room so that I can grab Anna and leave. I jump up, about to walk to the bathroom, when Liam looks back at me. "Sorry." Liam shrugs as he looks at me, and he opens the door quickly. "I thought you were going to give your talk.." He seems to be apologising to the guy on the other side of the door, whom I can't quite see. "Don't tell me you have another whore in here, Liam." The other guy curses. "I won't accept this behaviour. Not in my room."
I stand still in shock as I realise that this Harry guy thinks I'm the whore. I blush, even though no one's looking, and grab my bag.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I..." Liam mutters, and I stick my tongue out at his back. What a wimpy asshole he's turning out to be. I can't believe he has no backbone after just trying to fuck me and my best friend. "No more excuses. Go to your room. I'll deal with you in the morning."
"Please, Harry." Liam is practically begging now. He gives me a quick look and then runs out of the room.