The President's Daughter and The Heart Throb

fifteen

Alexia's pov

I woke up with due to a shirtless Harry softly snoring with his muscular arms wrapped tightly around my body.

My legs slung over the edge of the bed as I attempted to get up and go to the bathroom only to be held back by something. Or someone.

"Where do you think your going?" Harry whispered in my ear in a very raspy morning voice.

"To go pee" I said honestly laughing a little.

"But I want to cuddle with you" he playfully whined with a sly smirk on his face.

"I need to shower" I said "but you know I can never say no to cuddling"

"I win" he laughed throwing his fist in the air like Rocky.

"What are we going to do today?" I asked turning around so I could fully see his face.

"What ever you want" Harry said leaning in and kissing the tip of my nose making me blush slightly.

"But there's so much we can do" I said "there's Broadway, shopping, and oh we can go on top of the Empire State Building"

"On top of it?" He asked nervously.

"Yeah, you can take a really fast elevator up there" I said "I did a few years ago"

"Sounds good to me" Harry said before letting go of me.

"I'm going to shower and get ready in my room" I said motioning towards the door.

"Alright" he said as he started looking through his suitcase for something to wear.

I left Harry's room and walked into my own and went straight to the bathroom and into the shower. I regretted not bringing my own shampoo, conditioner and body wash as I started using the complementary hotel brand supply's.

Once I was done I wrapped my body in a white towel, stepped out and looked at myself in the mirror.

I was right last night, Harry did leave a hickey. It wasn't bad though, I could cover it up with concealer no problem.

I found the blow drier and dried my hair using a rounded brush making my hair form soft waves when I was done.

I picked out a simple white dress with an army green cropped jacket and brown heeled boots.

Once changed I walked back into the bathroom and applied my normal makeup and did all the essentials like brushing teeth, deodorant, and perfume, I walked into Harry's room and sat on the bed.

I heard the shower turn off and then footsteps signaling Harry was done showering.

Within a few seconds Harry emerged through the bathroom door with a towel slung loosely around his waist as water droplets from his hair dropped onto his bare chest.

"Oh my lord, you scared the crap out of me" he gasped once he saw me on the bed.

"Sorry" I laughed "I like your butterfly"

"Don't look at my butterfly" he said covering up his tattoo on his chest with his hands.

"Why?" I asked laughing "it's cute"

"I don't like it" he said moving his hands and looking at his ink "this is the one tattoo I regret"

"why?" I asked as I took in is many other tattoos on his torso.

"I feel so dumb when I'm walking around shirtless" he laughed "Like people are thinking why the hell does this guy have a big butterfly tattooed on his chest?"