Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 41

Her view.

"Good morning, class." Harry walks into the room, his voice booming. I look up at him, and he's glaring at me. "I do hope that people remember this is a classroom, a place we come to learn, and not a brothel, a place you go to pick up a whore."
He's staring right at me, and I gasp, shocked at his words and the cold look in his eyes. What is his problem? Is he upset because I left him with a hard-on in his house? What was he expecting to happen this morning?
"Looks like big bro's in a great mood again this morning" Louis sighs. "He needs to just get laid or something."
"He's single, right?" I mumble, trying to pretend like I don't care.
"Well--" Louis starts and then stops as Harry's staring at us again.
"Today, class, we'll all be sharing our favourite paintings. I hope everyone has come prepared to discuss their favourite painting." Harry's voice is harsh, and I can tell that he is staring at me in anger.
"My favourite painting is Sunflowers by Van Gogh," I whisper to Louis, avoiding Harry's stare.
"That's so funny. That's my favourite painting as well." Louis grins at me. "I guess we must be soul mates."
"Haha." I laugh and smile at him widely. Take that, Harry, I think to myself.
"If the two of you are done, can we continue with the class?" Harry glares up at us. "And, Cassidy, I need to speak to you after class."
"Yes, sir." I try not to roll my eyes.
"Sorry." Louis makes a face, and I shrug.
"It's fine. He hates me."
"He probably wants to tell you that you have bad taste in paintings."
"Louis." Harry's voice is loud, and the class goes quiet. "Please have some respect for the rest of the class and keep quiet."
"Yes, Professor Styles Van Romeria." He rolls his eyes and then looks at the front of the class.
"Who told me to take a class where my brother was the professor?" he whispers, and then we both sit back and listen to the other students talk about their favourite paintings before class ends.

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"Louis, I need to talk to Cassidy privately." Harry stares down at his younger brother as we make our way out of the room at the end of class.

I can't stop myself from comparing them. They're both incredibly handsome, though there's something darker and more masculine about Harry. He has more of a presence about him. I suppose it's what makes him a man and Louis a boy. I shiver as I stare at his hands as he points them towards the door. I'm reminded of his fingers on my skin, and I want to reach over and grab hold of them. Something about Harry brings out a primal urge in me that I can't resist. If he tells me to bend over the desk and pull my pants down, I'm not sure if I'd be able to say no.
"I'll see you later, Cassidy." Louis walks over to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye, Louis." I smile at him and try not to blush at his kiss.
"See ya tomorrow or something."
"Out. Now." Harry's voice is hard, and we both watch as his brother exits the room.
"You're playing with fire." He turns to look at me.
"Excuse me?"
"You're playing with fire, Cassidy." He steps towards me. "Do you really think I'm going to be okay with you flirting with my brother?"
"What?" My voice grows louder, but inside I'm smiling. Is he jealous?
"Stay away from Louis." His eyes look at me in distaste.
"Sorry. What?" The colour leaves my face as I survey him.
"You're not the sort of girl he should be with."
"Are you joking?" I blink at him, trying not to lose it.
"I don't joke, Cassidy." He steps closer towards me and I step back.
"You can't tell me to not see Louis."
"He'll never commit to you." He shakes his head.
"You'll never be the girl for him--and not just because you've had sex with me."
"How dare you bring that up!" I gasp.
"I know you haven't told him." His eyes glower. "You haven't told him that I've possessed your body. That I've had you screaming out my name in ecstasy as I've brought you to climax after climax."

I stare at him silently, refusing to acknowledge his words. I shout inwardly at my body as my stomach's doing flip-flops and I feel a light pressure building up in my panties.
"You don't really think he'd be happy being with you if he knew that you've slept with his brother."
"I'm not going to tell him," I whisper.
"Do you like him?" he growls, and his face is suddenly next to mine. "Do you want to be with him?"
"No." I push him away from me. "I don't want to be with you either."
"Liar," he whispers next to my ear. He grabs my hand and places it on the front of his pants. "You feel this," he whispers as he presses my hand into his hardness. My fingers squeeze gently, and he groans as he grows harder in my hand. "You want me as badly as I want you."
"I don't want to be a jerk." I shake my head. "Just because we slept together once doesn't mean anything. You're such an asshole." I walk away from him and put my hand in my pocket. It feels empty without him filling my palm.
"Where are you going now?"
"To lunch."
"I'll take you."
"I don't want you to take me."
"Why do you always resist me, Cassidy?"
"Why don't you get the hint?"
"You're trying to make me pay for that first night, aren't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about?"
"The money was a joke."
"Sure." I roll my eyes.
"It was in poor taste." His eyes search mine. "Can we not start over?"
"I don't think we can."
"You're a hard woman to please after you've called them a slut and warned them to stay away from your brother."
He changes the subject. "How old are you, Cassidy?"
"I'm 21."
"Of course," he groans.
"How old are you?"
"I'm 28."
"Can I go now?" He grabs my hands.
"Stop flirting with my brother!"
"Why?" I look into his eyes with my heart all aflutter.
"He will never marry you. He's betrothed to someone else."
"Betrothed" I repeat dumbly.
"As a prince in Romeria, he has certain expectations."
"He's a prince?" My jaw drops and then my eyes narrow.