Red & White

sixteen.

One of the most unusual feelings Harry had ever experienced in his life was waking up with a woman tucked by his side.

At first glance, he panicked.

Leah's face was partially hidden and in the dim light of the early morning, she was even more concealed. For the split second, the previous night's events didn't register properly in his mind, and Prince Harry honestly did believe that this was a stranger he used solely for pleasure.

But then the gears in his brain cranked and the dark waves of her hair flowing out on the most comfortable pillow she'd ever slept on reminded him that it was only Leah.

She had moved in her sleep, Harry realized. When he overheard the soft breaths of her unconscious state last night, Leah was on the opposite side of the bed, even facing the opposite way. But right now, her frame was pressed up against him.

He didn't know what to think.

She was here. In his bed. Right next to him. And this was all from his plea that she would stay with him last night. This was coming from the man who wanted no part in a relationship or simply girls practically a month ago.

Prince Harry laid there in his cushioned bed close to twenty minutes just thinking. His mind was everywhere. He could not get over the fact that he genuinely didn't mind what was going on at that moment.

When he glanced over to her, her chest was rising and falling at an even rate and it calmed his racing thoughts. He wished that he would not wake her by accident because rest was essential for her recovery. So he didn't dare move.

That was, until only a few seconds later when his bedroom door knocked. It started out steady, but quickly turned into a hard pound.

Harry glared at the door, of course this would happen. His eyes shot down to the sleeping girl. She let out a tired breath and rolled over, her eyelids remaining closed.

He jumped out of his four-poster bed, landing on the carpeted floor with a thump. His long legs moved closer to the door as the knocking continued.

"What the hell do you want?" He sleepily grumbled in a stern morning voice, flinging open the thick door.

Louis.

"Look, mate, I'm sorry I know she's in there with you, but the guards have been giving me shit for twenty minutes now. Your parents have requested that you alone join them for breakfast. They barely saw you yesterday and they want Leah to rest and stay in bed instead of accompanying you. Sorry, Harry. Those damn guards are annoying and I sensed a beating coming from Liam if I didn't come wake you up."

Harry rolled his eyes. He didn't wish to eat breakfast. He wanted to stay in bed.

"Fine. I'll be a little while, you can tell them. Leah's still asleep. Though by now I wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't," he huffed and the older valet held his hands up in surrender.

The Prince shut the door, turned around, and hobbled back to the bed. However as he prepared himself to slide back under the covers with no noise, he heard the rustle of bed sheets and a wave of guilt washed over him.

"Harry?" Her muffled voice struck his eardrums as he nestled back down to her side.

She rolled over to meet his gaze, their heads a fair distance but at the same level.

"Good morning, I'm sorry about waking you. Louis was at the door. He told me that my parents have requested that I join them for breakfast. They want you to keep resting so I'll be sure to have the butlers bring you plenty of food and water. Is that alright with you? I don't have to-"