Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 52

Her view.

"Tonight we'll eat and drink, and then tomorrow we'll go to Monet's gardens."
"The what?"
"Then we can go to Mont St. Michel."
"What's that?"
"An old abbey." He grins. "I think you'd like it."
"Why's that?"
"Because you seem to be a girl that appreciates history and things of beauty."
"Oh, thanks." I answer slightly breathlessly, touched by his seemingly kind comments.
"Now let's eat."
"Mange." I grin at him and he laughs.

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"Dinner was so delicious." I grin at him as we make our way back to the hotel.
"You seemed to enjoy the wine as well." He holds onto my arm tightly.
"It was superb." I giggle, feeling slightly drunk in the night air.
"You shouldn't have drunk so much." He frowns as he escorts me to the hotel.
"Why?" I hiccup. "I feel good."
"I just don't think--" His words are cut off by a crowd of photographers who start screaming as soon as we make out way to the entrance of the hotel. I look up in a daze as lights start flashing in my face.
"Crown Prince Van Romeria, who is your companion?"
"Harry, are you now engaged?"
"Prince, does your mother know you are dating a commoner?"
"Harry, what are your intentions with this lady?"
The men keep shouting and flashing bright lights at us and I cling into Harry's arm as tightly as I can.
"What's going on?" I whisper into his ear.

He looks back at me and frowns as I stumble alongside him. Before I know what's happening he lifts me up into his arms and hurries into the hotel, muttering something under his breath.
"What's going on?" I giggle as he carries me into the bedroom and places me down on the ground.
"Did you not see the photographers, Cassidy?" He stands there staring at me with narrowed eyes.
"I see you in front of me." I reach out to grab his shirt. "But I only see you." I touch his chest and run my fingers all the way to his waist. "I see a very hot you, but no photographers."
"Cassidy, I think it's time for you to go to bed."
"You want to take me to bed?" I wiggle an eyebrow at him and then sigh as he takes a step away from me.
"Don't try and seduce me," I giggle as I attempt to pull my shirt off.
"Dios mio, Cassidy." Harry sighs as he sits on the bad and stares at me. "You're really drunk."
"That's not French," I stumble as I point at him.
"Do you need help?" His face is serious as he walks over to me.
"Help with what?"
"Undressing."
"You just want me to take my clothes off."
"I don't seduce drunk women." He frowns and grabs my hands. "Come, let me help you."
"I don't need your help." I pout childishly and push him away. "Who were all those people taking my photo?"
"Your photo?" He cocks his head and smiles.
"Yes, there was like a hundred different men calling at me." My hands fly to my forehead. "All those lights."
"They were paparazzi," Harry frowns. "I have no idea how they know we're here."
"I have no idea why the paparazzi are interested in me." I shake my head and sit on the bed. "I'm not famous or anything."
"There were there for me, Cassidy." Harry makes a face and I frown.
"Oh?"
"I'm a prince, remember? I'm one of the most eligible bachelor prince in Europe."
"Oh, yeah." I make a face. "I almost forgot." I lay back on the bed. "I just remember that you were an inappropriate professor. I forgot you were an inappropriate prince as well." I start laughing then. "I can't believe you're a prince." I look up at him and laugh.

"Why's that?" He has a half smile on his face.
"You're such an ass." I laugh. "You have no people skills."
"And you have so many, don't you Cassidy?" He gives me a pointed look.
"Yes, I do." I roll over on my side and close my eyes. "I'm a people person."
"Hold on, sleepy. Let's get you in your PJs."
"You just want to touch me." I mumble sleepily as he pulls my top off.
"If that makes you feel better." He reaches for my jeans and unzips them.
"You just want to make love to me." I mumble as he pulls my jeans down.
"Then you're lucky you're drunk." His voice is serious.
"Hmm, your fingers feel soft." I sigh as I feel his fingertips on my legs.
"Cassidy." He groans.
"Kiss me." I moan, my eyes closed. I'm imagining myself intertwined in his arms. "I want to feel you."
"Where are your PJs, Cassidy?" He pulls away from me and sighs.
"I'm cold. Touch me."
"Cassidy, you're sleeping. I guess they must be in your suitcase."
"No, don't go in." I groan thinking of the thongs.
"You can't sleep in your underwear." His voice is silky. "I'm not sure I can keep my hands off of you if you just have your underwear on."
"It's fine." I mumble,, feeling myself start to drift off.
"I'll let you sleep in my shirt."
"Hmm." I open my eyes and see him taking his shirt off, but I'm not able to keep them open for more than a few seconds.
"Put this on." He pulls me up and puts my arms into his shirt. I sigh contentedly and snuggle back into the bed and fall asleep.