Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 35

Her view.

"I can't believe they went out for dinner," Anna whispers from her position on my bed.
"I know. I thought it would never happen," I whisper back, laughing. I feel almost delirious that we have the house to ourselves for the evening.
"I didn't think it would be like this," Anna sighs.
"It was all we could afford," I mumble, and we both stare at each other for a few seconds before lying back on the bed.

Anna and I are renting rooms from a family in an area called Streatham. It's been the only affordable option for us when we decided to come and study abroad, but it certainly was a different experience.
"Why couldn't we have been rich?" She turns and looks at me. "If Mandy comes and asks me if I want to play tea party again, I may scream."
"At least she doesn't come and sleep in your room like Allison does," I groan, thinking of the little girl who spends as much time in my room as she does in hers.
"At least you didn't find her lying on your bed, picking her nose."
"You did not? Ewww," I moan in sympathy.
"it's not the European experience I was looking forward to." She laughs. "If I wanted someone else's bodily waste in my bed, it certainly wouldn't be a little girl's bogeys."
"Anna!"
"Well, you know." She jumps off the bed. "I want to be woken up by a guy who can't keep his hands off me, not by someone's mom screaming at them to get up for school."
"We should say something." I yawn. "I can't deal with being woken up every morning like that."
"If you want to say something--" Anna makes a face "--please feel free."
She laughs and walks to the door. "I'm going to take advantage of the fact that we have the house to ourselves right now."
"Sounds like a plan." I smile at her and grab my journal from the nightstand.
"You want to watch some TV?" Anna stops at my door. "Come Dine With Me is on tonight."
I look up from my journal. "I thought that was on Friday nights?"
"Oh, yeah. Maybe there will be some repeats on."
"I think I'll skip TV tonight." I sigh and rub my forehead.
"You can't let him do this to you, Cassidy." Anna walks back into the room and climbs onto the bed next to me. "He's using his power to control you. Go to the dean or complain to Henrietta. She'll know what to do."
"I don't know." I shake my head. "I don't want to do that. Henrietta seems like she's enamoured with him."
"Look. You had a one night stand. it's not illegal. It's not right for him to talk to you like that."

Anna's voice is passionate and loud. "Tell him to stuff his assistantship and to take it up with the school administration if he has a problem."
"It's not that easy." I look away from her, and I know from her groan that she understands why.
"Oh, God, Cassidy. You don't like him, do you?"
"No, I don't like him." My voice rises. "He's a pompous asshole."
"But?"
"Oh, Anna, I don't know what it is, but when he looks at me, I feel like my insides are burning up and I'm going to catch on fire."
"He was that good, huh?"
"It's not that he's hot. Or that he was good in bed. He's just... Oh, I don't know how to explain it. He excites every part of me."
"That's called lust, Cassidy. And he's your professor." Anna makes a face. "You'll get into trouble."
"He doesn't seem concerned." I shrug.
"That's even scarier. Why doesn't he care?" She looks thoughtful. "We should ask Louis what his story is."
"I'm not asking him about his brother. What if he asks why?" I shake my head. "No way do I want him knowing I slept with his brother."
"Do you think he's going to try and use his position to get you to do things?"
"Oh, Anna." I laugh slightly, though I'm not really amused. "He wouldn't have to use his position to get me to do anything. I can't help myself when I'm around him. He's so hot."
"So just go for him, then." She grins wickedly at me. "Have a torrid affair with him."
"He's also an asshole." I shake my head. "Not that makes much of a difference because it's not really up to me. But he doesn't want me anyways, and even if he did, it would only be for sex, because I can't stand him."
"You don't like anything about him?"
"Well, he does seem intelligent and he does like art." I sigh. "But lets just say he's no Prince Charming."