Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 54

Her view.

"I'm sorry about that." Harry walks back to the bed. "I'm sorry we were interrupted."
"That's okay." I stare at him with a bright red face. "Maybe we should just get ready."
"What?" He frowns.
"This was a mistake. Let's just shower and head out." I avoid his stare. I'm not sure why I've changed my mind. Maybe it's seeing the look of shock on the attendant's face. Maybe it's because I know I'm starting to fall for Harry and I know casual sex isn't something I can do without starting to grow attached.
"I want to make love to you, Cassidy." His arms pull me towards him and I swallow hard as I see the look of unbridled lust in his eyes.
"Not now." I shake my head and rush into the shower. I can feel his eyes on my back and I know that he's frustrated. Part of me wants to run back to him because I'm frustrated as well, but I know that I can't just give in to him.

***

"That was my brother on the phone." Harry stares at me with an angry expression as I walk out of the bathroom in a pair of shorts and t-shirt.
"Louis?" I ignore his anger as I'm not sure if he's still upset I've changed my mind. I know all it takes is one kiss and touch and I'll be back in his bed.
"Who else?" he snaps.
"I don't know if you have another brother." I turn away from him.
"We're in the papers."
"Huh?" I turn back around and frown. "What papers?"
"We're front page news in all the tabloids." He sighs. "Remember all the paparazzi last night?"
"I guess." I shrug. "What did they say?"
"They said the playboy prince has found a new love," he spits out.
"Oh, my." I make a face at him.
"One says, 'weekend tryst for the playboy Prince of Europe.'"
"But this isn't a tryst," I cry out, ignoring the fact that we nearly made love again. "We came for a class project."
"They don't know that." He frowns.
"We should tell them."
"How do we explain the fact that we're staying in the same room? How do we explain that the room service came in as I was pleasuring you?"
"Oh," I bite my lower lip. "We're screwed."
"I can't have another scandal like this," he sighs. "My parents are not happy. They think I'm shining a bad light on Romeria."
"I guess that's what happens when you're a man whore." I shrug.
"We'll have to pretend we're dating."
"What?" I exclaim. "No way."
"It's the only way we both come out unscathed!"

He stands up and walks to the window and pulls the curtain to the side. "There must be at least thirty paparazzi out there waiting for us."
"Oh my god." I sit on the edge of the bed. "I don't believe this."
"We'll go to Romeria tomorrow."
"What?" My jaw drops. "We have to go back to London! We have class on Monday."
"My mother is insistent. This is an international incident. We have to go to show my parents and the country that we are in a relationship."
"But we are not in a relationship."
"I need you to give me a week." He looks at me. "One week and then we can break up. Doesn't that sound fair to you?"
"No, it doesn't!" I jump up. "Are you out of your mind?"
"Would you rather be known as the American floozie who went to Paris with her professor for a weekend of hot sex?" He pauses and then smiles, a small evil smile. "Or would you rather be known as the American that went on a romantic trip with her boyfriend and went to meet his family?"
"I'd rather not be known at all." I make a face and then groan. "How did this happen?"
"You got drunk and held onto my arm last night. Then this morning we started kissing because we could no longer resist our passion and ..."

"I don't need an explanation as to what happened." I jump up and point at him. "This is all your fault." I groan. "And what does Louis think?" I bury my face in my hands. "He must think I'm a tart."
"Why do you care what he thinks?" He steps towards me and frowns.
"Do you wish you were with him?"
"Of course not." I look away from him. "Though he is preferable to you."
"Really?" He grabs my arms and pulls me towards him. "Should I show you how much pleasure I can give you?"

His lips press against mine as his hands circle my waist. "Do I need to have you screaming my name for you to know what I can do to you?"
"Harry." I breathe out slowly. "Don't." I groan as his fingers run along my ass. "This isn't the time."
"Then when is the time?"
"I just want to ..." He cuts me off by pushing his tongue into my mouth. I suck on his tongue instinctively. I can't get enough of his taste. I want to feel him inside of me, but he's such an ass that part of me feels like I'll be letting him win if I make love to him again.