Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 39

Her view.

He laughs so hard that his eyes are wet as he looks at me with his crinkly smile. "I like you, Cassidy. I think we'll be friends. Ah!" He holds his hand up. "Do not tell me again that we can't be friends. I think I'd like to prove you wrong."
"Why?" I ask him softly, my head swirling in confusion. It's hard to keep up with Harry. I don't understand him, I also don't understand how I feel.
"Because, dear Cassidy--" he leans towards me "--there are things I want to show you, to teach you."
"Oh?" I breathe slowly, waiting for his kiss.
"Yes." I can feel his breath against my lips, and then he pulls back with sparkling eyes. "I think you should visit the National gallery first." He grins at the perplexed look on my face. "If you want to see Impressionist art, you must visit the National Gallery and not the Victoria and Albert."
"What?" I blink at him.
"The Victoria and Albert is a fine museum but not the best museum." He grins to himself.
"There are many things I have to teach you."
"You can teach me all of that as my professor." I step back, slightly embarrassed. I hope he doesn't realize that I think he's going to teach me about sex.

"But it would mean so much more if I were your friend." He stares at me for a second and I look down, not sure what to say. I don't understand why he cares about being my friend--especially after he's been a jerk when we slept together.
"Do you have anything else you need me to do or can I go now?"
"There are many things I want you to do." He grins at me. "Though I suppose I don't need you to do them."
"Why are you flirting with me?" I frown.
"What are you talking about?" He stares at me, unblinking.
"I, uh, thought you were flirting with me."
"Cassidy, I was going to suggest you file some of my papers." He points at his desk. "I would like you to start them at some point but was gonna say I dont need you to do it now."
"Oh." I make an embarrassed face. "Well, I feel dumb."
"But you aren't dumb, are you?" He cocks his head and observes my face. I blush as he stares at me intently, but I hold his gaze firmly.
"Why do I feel like you're unsure of the answer?"
"What happened to my timid Cassidy?" He laughs. "You're talking back to me again."
"You don't intimidate me, Harry." I try to keep my voice calm though I'm shaking inside. "I'm not some silly, dumb girl who's captivated by your handsome face and position."
"You're not?" He looks at me in amusement.
"No, I'm not."
"That's a pity."
"Is there anything else you want me to do?" I fold my arms.
"Kiss me."
"What?" My mouth drops open. "You want me to what?"
"I want you to kiss me," he repeats slowly. "I want to feel your soft lips against mine. I want to taste your tongue on my tongue. I want to hear your small whimper as I bite your lower lip."
"Are you crazy?" I stare at him with wide eyes.
"Are you mad?"
"No, I'm not."
"No," he laughs. "An English girl would say, 'Are you mad?' and not, 'Are you crazy?' I figured now that you're in London, you should learn the local ways."
"you really are crazy, aren't you?" I shake my head, and his eyes twinkle at me.
"Perhaps." He grabs my upper arms and pulls me towards him before lowering his head and leaning down. "Perhaps you make me mad," he whispers against my lips before kissing me.