Her Highness h.s

Chapter 41 (Fallen Angel)

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to the lovely TwerkingHazza, who made the new cover!! xx

Shakira - The one thing

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"Miss Lowe."

"Liliya!" My teacher wakes me up from

my daydream, making me raise my eyebrows in disbelief. Couldn't you let me even daydream, you jack ass. - sigh

"Yes?" I say, avoiding his eyecontact, annoyed.

"Repeat what I said." He tilts his big bubble head.

"What I said?" I push my luck, and a scary, really scary, crease forms on my teacher's forehead. I can't even count the wrinkles, there's too many.

"Don't try that act on me!" He crosses his arms, eyes blazing into mine. "Detention." Fuck. No!

"But, I have a meeting." I whine, and from the corner of my eyes, I see that Harry's eyes are gazing into me. Of course he would get jealous, but what he doesn't know is that I have a meeting with my -oh, so lovely- therapist.

"You can even call my parents to confirm it." I try again, staring at him with confidence.

"I'm going to let you go this time, but behave next time." I nod, pulling my lips into a thin line.

Finally, the class is nearing it's end. I count the seconds in my head. Three. Two. One!

"Remember the exam you're going to have wednesday!" The teacher tries to yell over the noises of people leaving. I grab my back and walk up to the door.

"So, who are you meeting today?" Harry asks, taking me by my waist from behind, and plants a small kiss on my hair. I lean on him, feeling his heart beat behind me - is mine rating that fast, too?

I chuckle," just the therapist." I utter, narrowing my eyes at him, trying to hold in my laugh as he makes a weird face. "And, no. I'm not crazy!"

"I didn't say anything." He grins, placing his hands in the pockets of his beautifully ripped jeans.

"Your expression spoke more than words would ever do. " I nudge him with my elbow -making sure it stings a little-, as we walk up to my locker. I turn to look at him, while my hands grab tomorrow's books.

"What?" He questions me, furrowing his thick eyebrows.

"Nothing. You just look adorable." I murmur, closing my locker.

"Don't call me adorable, it makes me feel so feminine." He curls his hand around my waist, clinging my side to his as we stumble on the hallway.

"Maybe you're feminine." I tease him.

"Oh, I'm very manly. Do you want me to show you?" I shake my head, not wanting for him to cause a scene in school.

"Harry, back to your old habits? I see." Jessie obnoxiously mutters, hands on her hips.

"Old habits?" I turn to Harry, confused, in hope of getting an explanation.

"Don't mind her." He grasps my hand,"she's just out of her mind."

"Oh, really? Tell her. Oh, no wait. I think Adrianna can explain it to her. She's back in town, by the way." I watch carefully as Harry's face turns pale, almost as Jess was holding something really big againts him.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." I watch as Harry nervously tries to come up with words, while he tries not to stutter. Liar! I can tell when I see one.

"Well, for now, enjoy yourselves as much as you can. Because all fairytales comes to an end, don't they, Harry?" Jess turns around, forming a peace sign with her fingers, and walks away.

"Harry, what was she talking about?" I give him one chance to talk about it.

"Nothing. Just, don't think about it, okay?" Harry brushes his fingertips on my flushed cheeks, I nod, still confused from everything.

What? What could Harry hide? How could he even hide- wait, let's not be hypocrite, I'm hiding something big from him aswell. We're even.

I breathe in, smiling at him." But-"

"Don't. I have a surprise for you."

"Why?" I raise my one brow, turning my head a little.

"Do I always need to have a reason?" He laughs, shaking his head, making his wavy hair move in the wind.

"But, I have to be in the therapist office by 4 o'clock."

"Babe, we got plenty of time." He murmurs againts my skin. Okay.

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"I'm not swimming in that."

"It's not dirty or - okay maybe a little but come on!" Harry remarks, fluttering in the water. By surprise, I never knew he meant this. Swimming in a friking sea. This isn't surprise, this is my definition of torture. I guess we have a little problem in translation.

"I'll drag you if I have to. So, just make it easy for the sake of both of us."

"Please?" He gestures for me to join," what are you afraid of? Water? I thought it was just rain and thunder, unless...." He gazes into me, intensely. Almost as he got an idea.

"You don't know how to swim, do you?" My eyes widen at his statement, flushing. Yes, Harry.

I can't swim. It's really stupid and I haven't tell anyone but, now he knows.

"Oh, come on. I'll teach you and there's nothing to be embarrassed about it."

I hesitate for a little, pacing back and forth. I stop and look at him. "Don't look." He smirks and covers his eyes with his large hand. I quickly get rid of my dress, leaving myself only in my underwears. I run into the water, careful not to go too deep, so that the water won't take me with it.

"You can open your eyes,dork ," I splash water on him, laughing.

"I'll drown you."

"That's not funny." I pout my lips, feeling a little cold.

"Is this funny?" He comes closer to me, his hands framing my exposed body. The coldness of the water suddenly goes away, as his warm touch sets me almost in a fire. Is it even possible for someone to feel like this? Or is it just me?

"No."

"What about this?" He leans closer, making me flutter my eyes close. He savours the taste of my lips as I try to deepen the passionate kiss. My chest is pressed to his, firmly. "No."

The chilly wind doesn't seem to have a an affect on us, since we're so lost in the kiss.

He pulls away, breathless. "You look like a fallen angel." What?

"A fallen angel?" I repeat.

"You know with that black hair of yours. So, beautiful."

"Calling someone a fallen angel isn't a good thing, you know that right," I speak with the big lump in my throat.

"I didn't mean-"

"It's okay. I actually gotta go now, can't be late from the therapist." I fake smile, and get out of the water, not caring how exposed my body is. Fortunately, we both came here with our own cars, so I can leave alone.

"And, I had a nice time. Thank you." I utter, wearing my dress.

"Yeah." He rubs the nape of his neck, "no problem."

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