Her Highness h.s

Chapter 37 ( Nothing stopping us)

Am I wrong - Nico&Vinz

Life of the party -Shawn Mendes

( im in love with this song, it's so good and ahh Shawn's voice is life )

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"I want my every morning to be like this," a deep voice whispers into my ear, making me flutter my eyes half-open.

Well, I want to wake up like this every morning.

"Well, good morning to you, too." I stiff a laugh, rubbing my face, trying to clear my view. Harry's looks at me underneath his long lashes, not leaving my eyes for a second.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asks me, pulling his bottom lip between his white teeth, hands curled around my waist.

The whole yesterday is kinda blurry. I remember dancing on a table, Harry picking me up and taking me to his home. But then, I'm not sure what happened. My eyes dart to Harry's collarbones, filled with red marks. Those must be made by me, I mean obviously I spent the night here. Oh gosh, what if we had sex? Of course that would explain why I'm in my bra and underwear, and Harry's only wearing his boxers. Why do I not get it that, drinks and I, don't go hand in hand. Sigh. Well atleast he's not mad at me anymore, which is an achievement.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, I just-," I trail off, thinking how I should form my thoughts," did we, you know?"

"No. I wouldn't go that far when your drunk, but you did do something to me." He smiles, caressing my black hair.

I nod, flushing as I imagine what on earth I did to him, I really need to quit drinking.

"Listen, let's get some breakfeast from subway?"

I glue my eyes to his green ones, pulling him closer for a kiss. The kiss isn't rushed and passionate, it's more sweet and innocent, savouring one another. I know that I should say those words he needs to hear, but I'm not ready.

"Harry, I can't-"

"It's okay," he cuts me off, brushing his fingertips on my cheek," take your time, I know how hard it is for you sincr you haven't used to showing your feelings. I understand."

My heart melts at his words, how could I ever deserve a man like him.

His phone beeps, his hand reaching for it.

Harry furrows his thick eyebrows, reading a text, I assume, he got.

He closes his phone, inhaling deeply. I can't help myself but ask him,

"Who is it from?"

He stands up from the bed, trying to ignore me. I call for him, again, shooting him a serious glare.

"It's Jess."

Oh really.

"What did she want?" I ask, holding the duvet tightly to myself, trying to cover myself.

"Nothing that should matter."

Oh, so were back to this. I scoff at him, rolling my eyes.

He bends his knees, biting his lips. How I love it when he does that. He slides his phone open, showing me what the text is all about.

*Just enjoying my vodka in Paris, voilà. I hope you enjoy yourself, too. Just don't enjoy too much. Love ya, yours, Jess. *

I blink my eyes rapidly at the text, she even sent a picture of the drink. So, she was obviously drunk. But, wait.

Isn't she supposed to be pregnant?

"See, nothing to worry about."

I grab Harry's wrist, a sudden flashing through my mind. "Maybe, she's lying!"

"What? Have you lost your mind? Why would she lie about drinki-"

"No. Lying about the whole pregnancy thing. Harry, a pregnant woman can't drink, and even travelling can get too hard. Are you sure she's not lying?"

"Now that you mention it. It's really weird. Gemma was doubting her, too. Could she really be so desperate that she'd lie to me?"

"I don't know, maybe," I shrug, running my fingers through my long hair.

We both look at each other, Harry's face slowly turning into a slight smile.

"If she is lying, Lilly there's nothing stopping us. Nothing." I laugh at his exciment,feeling that, maybe, I could be happy, too.

I nod, hoping he is right. But something tells me it isn't over, yet. We still have some problems to fix.

"Maybe." I stand up, running into his arms, not caring how exposed I'll be without the duvet.

"Let's get ready. We'll get breakfeast, my stomach is screaming for some food."

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"You like it?"

"Yeah, I eat here often. Do I not look like someone who comes here?" I laugh, finishing my sandwich off.

"Yes. You look like a princess, and princesses don't visit places like this," he jokes. If he only knew.

"So if I'm the princess, are you the prince?" I ask as we walk out of Subway.

"I could be."

I smile, he's so charming. He takes my hand, kissing every knuckle. "I love you."

I'm about to answer him back, but someone calls for my name.

"Liliya Lowe?" A police officer asks me, again. I nod, swifting uncomfortably.

"It's her." He announces, and two other police men appears, putting me into handcuffs.

"Excuse me?" I yell," I haven't done anything."

"Hey, let go of her," Harry joins the conversation, trying to pull me away from the police officers.

"I'm sorry but your parents don't think so." The police officers says, my mouth agape.

"Can't I have a say in this?" He shakes his head, pulling me to the police car. I look back at Harry, who's staring right back at me.

"Did you run away?" Harry asks me, confused. Yep, I did - Sue me.

"Kinda, yeah." I choke out," but, I'll go now. I'll text you later, if I'm alive then." I half-joke, praying I won't get in much trouble. He nods, wearing a expression I quite can't read.

I wave a goodbye at Harry. Bye, my curly haired, beautiful lad.

Seriously, why can't my parents be normal and search for me themselves first rather than calling the police right away.

I sit in the back of the car, hand cuffed. I look like a fricking criminal.

Jeez, thanks mom and dad. There was one thing even my parents couldn't buy me, and that was a normal life.

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