Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 55

Her view.

I pull away from his kiss and start laughing.
"What's so funny?" He looks down at me with narrowed eyes.
"You." I point at him. "Most women dream of meeting their Prince Charming and you're an actual prince, but there isn't a charming bone in your body."
"You don't think I'm charming?" He cocks his head and runs his finger down my cheek.
"You heard me correctly." I stare back at him, not backing down. "No one could ever call you charming."
"I'll have to fix that then." He raise an eyebrow at me. "I can't have you coming to Romeria thinking and acting like you think I'm an ass."
"Uh huh." I laugh. "Maybe it's not such a good idea for us to go, is it?"
"We're going." The smile leaves his face. "You have no choice."
"But class!"
"I'll assign a museum assignment for next week." He shrug. "The students will be happy to step away from the theoretical."
"But Anna will ..."
"What about her? I'm sure she will be excited for you. She seems the sort that would be happy to join me for a week." He shrugs. "I'm sure she'd be packed already."
"Whatever." I try not to grin. He knows Anna well. She wouldn't hesitate twice, if she was in my shoes.

"She can come over next weekend with Sebastian, if you want."
"I don't want to go myself." I frown.
"Well, the offer is on the table if you want her to come."
"I thought this was for one week?"
"It will be." He nod. "You can leave at the end of the weekend with Anna, in a heat of rage. I'll have to leave the class, of "course, but that's a small price to pay to save your reputation."
"Save my reputation? What about your reputation?" I gasp indignantly.
"I'll get over it." He laugh. "Trust me."
"I'm sure you will."
"Just like I'll get over you." His words are soft, and I look up at him with a frown.
"Excuse me?"
"For what?"
"What did you just say?"
"I said, are you ready to visit Monet's gardens?" He turns away from me. "I think you'll like seeing the lily ponds in person. It adds a whole new dimension to the paintings."
"That's not what you said." I sigh. Why does he need to get over me? What's going on here? What's his problem?"

"Don't be difficult, Cassidy."
"What?" My voice rises. "I know you're not calling me difficult."
"Would you rather me calling you easy?" His voice drops and we're having a stare off.
"Let's go." I grab a cardigan from my bag.
"Want to get breakfast first?"
"I am human." I roll my eyes. "I need food to survive," I pause and hold my hand up, "but wait, don't tell me your supermodel girlfriends eat air for breakfast." My face grows red as I continue talking. I can see the smirk on his face, but I can't stop myself. "Wait, don't tell me. Air for breakfast and a side helping of a celery if they get hungry."
"They don't get hungry," he answers with a wide smile.
"Of course they don't," I roll my eyes. "Unfortunately for you, I'm not a supermodel. I'd like bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms and a baguette please."
"And some pastries, no?" He grins at me.
"Yup, chocolate croissants and coffee. And I have milk and three sugars in my coffee."
"Only three?" He tilts his head and I glare at him.
"Fine, more like five." I respond and he bursts out laughing.
"Come, Cassidy. I think we'll have a great day."
"Even with the paparazzi following us?" I make a face.
"You'll soon forget them in the beauty of the day." He smiles gently and takes my arm. "Wait until you see the gardens, you'll feel like you've been transported back in time. You'll feel like you're standing next to Monet himself."
"It sounds magical." I can't keep the excitement out of my voice.
"It will be." He holds my hands and his face turns serious. "Thank you for being so good about this. I want to apologize for turning your world upside down like this. Most people wouldn't have been able to handle it."
"It's okay, you can't help being a prince," I shrug. He laughs so hard that I can see tears in his eyes.
"You're so refreshing, Cassidy. Most women love that the most about me."