The Runaway Prince » [H.S]

Chapter 15

November
Eliana Moretti's
Point of View

I feel myself waking up slowly, the warmth of the bed, keeping me content, making me not wanting to move. I slowly open my eyes, meeting chestnut hair and a beautiful man in front of me.

I sigh contently as I come to realize his arms are snaked around my body, making me feel safe, something I haven't felt often over the last twelve years.

Despite how completely comfortable I am right now, my bladder really doesn't agree, so I make my way out of the bed, trying to not wake Harry up. I quietly walk across the room into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind me. 

After going to the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and washing my face, feeling much fresher, I open the bathroom door to see Harry sitting up leaning against the cushions of his headboard.

I stop in the bathroom doorframe, leaning against it, in one of Harry's shirts. His eyes open to see mine as I bite my lip shyly, as he smirks.

"Buongiorno, mi amore." I say smiling back. (Good morning my love.)

"Oh how I could get used to this." He says making me blush as I make my way over to him and stand next to the bed.

"You look gorgeous" He says making me smile. He gently grabs my arms, pulling me down onto him as I laugh.

"Smooth." I say in between laughs.

"Thank you, it's one of my specialties." He says winking, making me laugh more.

"Sei così carino."( you are so cute) I say sitting up against him, looking into his eyes. He quirks his eyebrow up making me giggle.

"I don't know what you're saying, but it's incredibly sexy when you speak  Venetian. I wouldn't mind if you always spoke to me like that" He says making me giggle and lean in to kiss his lips.

"You wouldn't understand me though." I say fake pouting as he chuckles.

"Who knows, I might catch on." He says making me giggle. "You also look really good in my clothes. You should wear them more often."

"Is that an open invitation to your wardrobe?" I ask making him chuckle and nod. I kiss his lips before hopping off him and walking to the hotel room cupboards as he chuckles, while I grab his sunglasses on the way.

I slip on his sunglasses, open the cupboard and take out a denim jacket, placing my arms into it.

"How do I look?" I say turning around to face him, in the slightly oversized denim jacket. I watch his eyes filled with amusement as he bites his lip gently.

"Very beautiful." He says winking making me laugh and pose as he takes his phone and snaps a photo of me.

"I hope that's not going anywhere." I say jokingly, slipping the jacket off and placing it back in his cupboard with the glasses as he shakes his head.

"I think I'd love to keep my girlfriend to myself." He says making me smile before I spot a Rolling Stones T-shirt.

"How much would you miss this if I had to borrow it?" I ask turning around holding the shirt up against my body, with excited eyes.

"It's all yours." He says making my eyes widen.

"Are you serious?" I ask out of shock.

"Yeah, I don't really get to wear those type of clothes back home, I bought it when I got here. I think my mother would kill me." He says making me giggle nod.