My Dangerous Prince

Chapter 12

My eyes fluttered open to the feeling of a warm, heavy body on top of me. I was laying on my back, Harry's body half on mine, half off, his arm draped over my waist protectively. His face was nuzzled into my hair and one of his legs was wedged between mine. By the constant twitching in his fingers and his unsteady breathing, I could tell he was sleeping very lightly.

Not wanting to wake him, I opted to stay in place a while longer. Curious to see what time it was, I reached my fingers out to grab my phone placed on the nightstand next to me. The moment my fingers connected with the small object, it went flying to the wooden floor causing a quick banging noise.

Despite the low volume of the drop, it jolted harry awake, his body shooting up and going into defense mode. His bright green eyes became black as he pulled me closer, using his body to shield mine by hovering over me slightly.

"Harry, it's okay, that was just me." I said squeezing his biceps on either side of me.

My words had no effect on him, his now black eyes still glued to the door, ready to fight.

Reaching up and gently touching his cheek, I spoke reassuringly, "Hey, I'm fine. Look."

Shifting his gaze to look down at me, he breathed heavily. He glanced back at the door once more before slightly relaxing his protective grip on me.

"Come on." I said pulling him down to lay next to me. I lie on my side so I could look at him, brushing loose curls from his forehead as he stared at me. The expression on his face was one that resembled a child who had lost their favorite toy.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

He shrugged lightly, still staring at me, making me feel nervous. Harry had that kind of an effect on me. With one look he could make me squirm with nerves. His gaze was so intense i sometimes found myself blushing and attempting looking anywhere besides his face. Kind of like I was now

"I love when you blush. It's cute." Harry said, his voice sounding groggy and sexy from having just woken up.

I slapped a hand to my face in embarrassment as I giggled.

Laughing, he pried my hands away. "I want I to see."

He smiled deeper, his dimples forming as he spoke. "It's also cute when your hair is a complete mess."

I reached up to feel the knots tangled throughout my hair and tried desperately to pat them down.

Harry laughed at my effort to control my messy waves and I glared at him. "You know I could say the same to you."

Harry sat up to look at himself in the mirror on my closet door. His hair was tousled in every direction creating an uncontrollable bed head look. A mess, but also unbelievably attractive.

"Yeah but I can pull off the bed head look." He joked.

I playfully smacked his arm, pretending to be offended before sitting up to take a glance at myself. Harry hadn't been joking, my hair was everywhere, not to mention my leftover makeup was smeared underneath my eyes.

Turning around to look at Harry who was smiling at me, I asked, " How does this even happen?"

Harry's smiled dropped. "You were really restless last night. You kept tossing and turning."

My mind drifted back to the nightmare I had experienced the previous night. In my dream, Jonathan killed Harry. It was as simple as that, but it was enough to terrify me enough to disturb my sleep.

iIr was then that I noticed the deep dark circles under Harry's eyes as he yawned. "Harry, did you even sleep last night?"

He nodded, brushing off my question.