Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 23

Her view.

Anna and I were talking about coming to Europe for years. But neither of us had ever thought it would actually happen. We're just not the sort of girls who get to travel to places like Europe. Tampa, yes. Miami, yes. Even New York once. But international travel never seemed like a real possibility. We both grew up in Palm Bay, Florida and gone through elementary school and high school there, and then we both went to college at the University of Central Florida, which was less than 2 hours away in Orlando. The closest we got to international travel was when we went to Epcot at Disney World.
"There they are." Anna's voice is excited as we work our way across the room to the large table of other excited students from across the world.
There's a huge poster on a stand next to the table that read 'Welcome to London, students of the world!' I tremble with excitement as I survey the group. It's not as big as I thought it would be, but perhaps that's good. There are 15 students here--10 girls and 5 boys.
"Oh my God, I'm in love," Anna whispers to me. "That blond guy is to die for."

I check out the guys to see which one she's talking about and my eyes connect with another guy's--a guy with a cute little smile and bright blue eyes. He gives me a wide smile and I smile back. He's very cute with his brown hair, and blue eyes, and I wonder to myself if I've been too hasty in changing my rules back.

I quickly look away from him to survey the other guys and to see who Anna's talking about. I don't want to give Blue Eyes the wrong impression, and I feel a bit creeped out that he has a similar physical description to Harry, even though they look nothing alike.
I know who Anna's talking about as soon as I see him. He's not too tall, probably about 5.7, and he has blond hair. His eyes are bright and blue, and he has a golden tan that's definitely not from his hours in London.
"Isn't he hot?" Anna pinches me. "I've got to have him."
"Anna, let's say hello to everyone before you take him to the back alley," I tease, and she blushes at my words. For all of her talk, Anna's as shy as I am when she's sober and not much of a femme fatale.
"Hey, girls. Are you part of the study in London program?" A tall blonde smiles widely at us as we nod. "Great, I'm Henrietta. I work at the university and I'll be your liaison. What courses are you both taking?"
"I'm doing art history." I smile back at her. "And Anna's doing British literature."
"Welcome, welcome. You're going to love the art history course. Did you catch the museum exhibit and talk on Friday? Wasn't it fabulous? I've already got my Bachelor's, but I'm signing up for the course again just for fun because Professor Styles really knows his stuff. I mean, imagine learning about art from a man who owns most of the pieces he talks about. And he's so gorgeous. I will not have trouble getting up in the morning to look at that face." Henrietta rambles on and I bite my lip, worried she's going to ask me if I've attended. I try to think about what I'm going to say, but then she turns towards Anna. "And don't feel bad, dear girl. The lit program's good as well. I think you guys are going to get to spend a week in Stratford-upon-Avon, so that will be good fun."
"Thanks." Anna nods and gives me a look. We both stifle as Henrietta takes a big gulp from a pint glass she's holding in her hand.
"Well, here are some welcome packets. Tonight, we're just going to have dinner, let everyone get to know each other. As you know, as part of the program, we'll have about six different meet-ups this term." She giggles. "Oops, I mean semester. I forget you Yanks don't have terms."
"Okay, thanks."