London Lover

Chapter 11

I wake suddenly from a dream and I look around the room. I'm in Harry's room...and Harry is next to me sleeping...what.

That's when I feel it. A bolt of pain running through my brain, like a intense migrane making it's way into my head. Then, I remember last night. Hangover. I went out with Harry, we came home to his house and..fuck. I'm in my bra and panties and he's lying down naked, covered by the sheets and everything comes back to me.

From what I can remember, I gave him a blowjob. What the fuck. I'm such a slut...I get drunk once and get in bed with a man I met less than a week ago. Well, now he might as well have taken my virginity. Did he? I reach my hand between my legs to feel if I'm sore. Nothing. Good, maybe that's as far as went. That's all I remember at least.

Then it hits me. Another devastating thought. Like satan is throwing things at me. I didn't return to the hotel. Well, if I get caught, that means I'm going home or I can't see Harry anymore. Hopefully, no one notices. They don't check the rooms, the teachers and chaparones wait in the lobby all night in shifts to see if anyone returns too late.

Thankfully, we don't have much group stuff today. Just a meet for lunch and a 30 minute tour of Buckingham Palace since we can't visit certain areas due to the queen's privacy.

I feel movement next to me and I decide to lay my head on Harry's chest. He's waking up because I can feel him stretching beneath me.

"Good morning baby." He says in that sleep voice that drives me crazy.

I look at him from his chest.

"Hi." I say shyly and tiredly.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asks.

"My head hurts." and I frown a little.

I really don't wanna go on this tour. Maybe if I tell Mr. Snarkler that I'm not feeling well, he'll let me stay at the hotel. But then again, this is London and these opportunities are hard to pass up.

Harry's hand strokes over my head and I close my eyes.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" Harry asks, I hear the nervousness in his voice.

"Not really. A little though." I say, keeping my eyes closed.

"What do you remember?"

"I remember dancing and then..." I don't even wanna say it in front of him. I open my eyes and look at him.

"Do you remember when you.."

"Yeah." I laugh quietly.

"You've got a lovely mouth.." Harry mumbles a smirks, leaning in to kiss my lips softly.

I kiss him back and we pull apart shortly after.

"Thanks." I laugh and blush. "I've never done that before."

"I think you're feeding me bullshit because how does someone who has never given a blowjob know how to do what you did?"

I laugh and shrug. Then I turn over to my side and look at the clock. It's 10:00. I need to be ready in an hour for lunch.

"So, Harry...I have to go to a group lunch and a tour of Kensington Palace and I don't know if I should go or not. I could say I don't feel well, which I don't, or go. I just feel like I'd be passing up a good opportunity." I sigh.

"Stay in, love. I can take you to Kensington Palace when you feel better and have time. I don't want you getting worse or vomiting on the queen's
floor." he teases and laughs.

I playfully hit his shoulder and get out of bed, laughing.

"I'll be right back." I say and walk toward the bathroom. I'm still in my lingerie.