The Exchange

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.

Which was how I met Harry at a pub. His blue eyes,...