LONG CHAPTER BUT NOT EDITED! THANK YOU AGAIN VIVIAN_BLUE FOR HELPING ME! MICH LOVE XX
I wake to the sound of a fire alarm
WHAT!?
I bolt up from bed, and realize it’s actually Harry’s iPhone’s alarm.
I’m about to lie back down when I see- feel- harry lying next to me covered completely with a comforter, snoring softly.
Feeling freaked out I poked him in the back, but he didn’t budge.
“Harry” I whisper.
“Mmm?” he mumbles and rubs his face with his hands.
Cute.
Wait- no not cute gross I want him out of my bed.
“HARRY”
This makes him bolt upright and look around, this causes the comforter to fall off him and reveals his lean body.
Holy muffins.
I knew he was fit- and liked to work out but I didn’t know he was this freaking hot-
“What time is it?” he mumbles sleepily.
“Uh- umm… it-er” great I’ve somehow lost my ability to talk and am blushing furiously.
He doesn’t notice and turns away from me, checking his phone.
I reach for my own, it’s 10am.
“What were you doing on the same bed as me?” I finally puck up the courage to ask.
“You wanted to sleep on the floor?” he asks aggressively.
Someone’s obviously not a morning person.
“No- but…”
I don’t get to finish because he goes into the bathroom- completely ignoring me.
Rude much?
So what shall I do today?
Oh right, remembering, I quickly pull out my phone and dial Mia’s number- thank god it didn’t rub off.
She picks up after the fourth ring.
“Hello?”
“MIA”
“Oh my god Aynie, where are you?”
“At our hotel-“
“Aynie what the heck is prince Harry-“ she says interrupting me.
“Uh… yeah about that”
“You have a lot of explaining to do young lady” she scolds.
I chuckle softly.
“You’re the one who has a lot of explaining to do miss mommy”
“Oh my god we need to catch up babe”
“I’m free today” I say readily.
“Awesome, meet me at The Jets café in an hour?”
“Okay, see you then” I say and hang up.
Right then Harry walks out of the bathroom, in nothing but a towel, water dripping down his hair- I can feel my cheeks heating up again- we need to set up room sharing rules.
“What’re you doing today?” I ask jumping out of bed, not that I care.
“Uh, I have a meeting” he says shortly as I rummage through my bag.
YOU ARE READING
Secretly Married to a Prince
Teen FictionSome people believe that the more you hate a person, the more that you love them. It may seem that you cannot stand their presence, but whenever they are not beside you, you yearn for them. This is to be proven by a young married couple who were for...
