When my parents told me that I’d be spending three weeks at a London prep school on a student exchange my junior year, I was furious. I love New York. My school. My friends. And I didn’t want to leave. But after some not so subtle insistence about experiencing a new culture, gaining worldly knowledge, and the fact that it was only three weeks, I knew I wasn’t getting out of it.
So I decided that if I had to go, I might as well have some fun. Make the most of it and blow off some steam. Which is how I meet Harry at a pub. His blue eyes, adorable accent, and charming ways instantly won me over—right after his lips did.
I started to think that London might not be so bad.
But then I met Noah.
He’s tall, dark, intense and spends way too much time in the shower. I know this because I have to live with him. And did I mention he hates me?