{Harry}"Shit" "That was the same word on my mind five hours ago" Diane said, pointing her small, first finger to my face. I tapped my finger nails on the table "Julia is a bitch" The words just came out. "A real bitch" Diane added, an unmistakable irritation in her light voice "She had told my dad some crazy lies just to make me suffer""But her lies are actually not lies" I pointed out the fact. She eyed me with annoyance."Don't give me that look. It's not a lie that you've got a fake boyfriend and you're giving him something in return to make him agree to the whole fake relationship thing" I explained to her and she bit the soft flesh of her mouth, hard. "So what are you gonna do now?" For reasons I couldn't even understand, I was worried about her, about how this whole thing was crashing on her. "He said he wants you to have lunch with us when he's back from his business trip" Diane informed. I understood that the 'He' in her sentence was her dad. "But before the lunch, we
{Harry}My eyes stayed on Diane, following the way her spotless fingers adjusted her her clear, round glasses. She does simple actions with grace, and that fascinates me. It makes me wanna watch her all the time. She touched the tendrils from her high bun and gently brushed them off her face. "First question" She spoke with her light voice, grabbing her pen. "I thought you've got a plan already" I stated. She nodded, writing in the book. "Then why do you need to interrogate me?" I queried. "It's part of the plan" She answered, her face still pointed at the book. "Are you in love with me?" "What?" My heart skipped a beat at her question and I don't understand why it had to do that. "That was the first question" She said, lifting her face from the book to look at me "If we are gonna make this thing work then we gotta be honest with each other first, that will help us to be real in the public" She explained then returned her her eyes back to the book "So are you in love with
{Diane}I have never seen a frown on Henry's face, he is always so full of positive energy that the bitterness he had worn today scared me a lot.There were rumours that Henry likes me, even Harry had talked about it, but I had chosen to ignore everything, going on with the fake date. Now two brothers are not on good terms because of me, I pray Harry sort things out with him or I'm gonna die of guilt. "Don't worry, you can go back in to talk to him while I wait for my driver" I said to Harry, but he stared coldly at me like I didn't even speak English. "Okay" I mumbled. After a whole thirty seconds of silence, I decided to way something. "He's gonna listen to you, right?" I asked carefully. "Honestly....." Harry sighed and blinked "I don't know," He darted his head to the back "Henry rarely gets angry, but when he does....." Harry tightened his lips, trailing off. His incomplete sentence says a lot than a complete one. "I think he would understand, I mean he's your triplet brothe
{Diane}Henry likes me, but I'm fake dating his brother Harry who hates me. Henry thought I had a real relationship with his brother Harry so he got mad. Really mad. Now Harry wants break up the fake relationship because he does not want to hurt his brother Henry, what should I do? I thought about that all night and I'm thinking about it again. "How was your night?" Nelson asked me as he waited for me to get my things from my locker. "Terrible. My night was terrible" I replied truthfully and tiredly. "Why?" He asked concernedly. I slammed my locker shut. "Because...." "Ohmygod, it's Harry!"Yeah, I stopped talking when I heard a girl whispering that sentence to her friend...if that could even be called a whisper. "He is always so hot" Another one whispered as she walked passed me. "I wanna melt right now" I rolled my eyes with so much irritation that I feared my eyes would be falling off soon.I noticed the girls had their head turned to a particular direction and when I als
{Diane}The moment Harry finally agreed to continue the fake relationship, I suddenly ran out of ideas. I think it's the way he stared at me that caused distractions for me, I just couldn't think properly as I was so conscious of his deep gaze on me. "What?" I barked, meeting his stare. He examined me with his unreadable gaze. "How often do you bewitch people with your eyes?" I frowned, puzzled at his question. I could have just concluded he was joking, but this is not Henry, this is Harry. He does not make a joke or crack a smile. Some ways to differentiate the two identical brothers is their expressions and attitudes. "There's just something about your eyes....I don't know...." he looked deeply into my eyes. I cleared my throat, feeling a bit nervous with his intense stares. "We should be talking about how to make Henry believe you're in love with me" He blinked to unlock his eyes from mine. Oh, I can now breathe properly. "You've got everything planned out, right?" He que
{Harry} I called Diane's name after she had stormed off. She was obviously angry, I mean really angry. I hoped I'd be able to get to her in time and talk to her, though I still don't know what to say but I know I've got some explaining to do. Unfortunately, I was late. Diane had entered the car and was ready to leave and that was how I lost the chance to settle things instantly. After cursing under my breath, I strolled back to the house, feeling upset and when I saw Lena sitting on one of the armchairs, my annoyance increased. "What are you doing here?" I attacked with a glare. "I'm here for Henry. We have a project to work on" She revealed. I sighed and combed my hair backwards with my fingers "Why didn't you...." I shook my head, feeling more annoyed than I was seconds ago "Why didn't you just say that from the start?" "Because I don't need to?" She shrugged. "You don't need...." I scoffed, trailing off. "For fucks sake, Lena, you made her believe you're here for my d
{Diane} It has not been easy avoiding Harry for so long, but I tried not to give up. I had thought my hatred for the blue eyed, arrogant model would make the task so simple for me, boy I was wrong. So wrong. I shouldn't let Lena's presence bring up those crappy emotions inside me, but I couldn't control myself. I was bothered and that was ridiculous because I knew fully well that everything with Harry was fake and to make things worse, he is a playboy. He's had sex with different girls and dumped them after that. I sensed a male figure standing behind me and I breathed in. "Nelson, can you stop doing that? You're making me feel weird" "Nelson is gone" A husky voice replied and I froze. If that wasn't Nelson, then who talked? Slowly, I rotated my head to the back and I wished I hadn't done that as my eyes connected with Harry's dark eyes. In a flash, he was grabbing my waist and pushing me to the wall. I gasped at the feeling of his strong, warm touch around my waist. "Har
{Harry}It was ten minutes past the time Diane was supposed to be here but she has not appeared and I wondered what could be the problem. Did she change her mind? I mean, Diane has never been the type to be late for discussions at my place, she was never even late for my homeworks and I couldn't help but think she was still avoiding me even after the intense conversation we had in school. "Everything alright?" Harley asked, passing me a curious look."Hm" I hummed at her, not in the mood to make a sentence but when she lingered her persual on me, I was forced to say out something. "Yeah, everything is alright" "Okaaayy" She dragged, returning her eyes to the tv, and I secretly prayed she does not say anything else again, but after few seconds, I knew my prayer wasn't answered when Harley turned her face to me again. "Harry–""Don't say it" I warned her sharply. "But–""Don't" I said with force, pointing a finger at her. She rose her brows, lowered them and turned her face away,
{Diane}Mason was being nice to me and I can't just push him away even when sometimes I feel like I shouldn't accept his presence around me. Nelson, my good friend had warned me about Harry getting upset if he sees the way Mason interacts with me but I do not care about that since he made it clear the last time at his house that he doesn't give a fuck about me.But now, Mason is getting too close to me, I mean literally, like physically and I just stared up at him like the idiot that I am, then suddenly, something....I meant someone pulled him back before he could do anything else. "What the fuck, Mason?" It was Harry, his blue were eyes blazing with fury and the hair falling over an eye made him look like a hot, angry model. Mason grinned at him and stood straight afront him. "Harry, what...." "Stay. Away. From. My. Girl" Harry spelt out, every word coming with force and his cold eyes steadily fixed on Mason "Do you understand?" Mason's jaw clenched and Harry grabbed my hand.
{Harry}I didn't mean to speak that way to Diane, but I was frightened when she started talking about me singing, and I hated it that I was frightened after trying for years not to feel that type of emotion. Fear shouldn't be part of my life anymore, but Diane had managed to remind me that no matter what, I would continue to live in that fear...the fear other people don't see or understand. For years, I have tried not to sing to anyone to give comfort or get my own comfort, the last time it happened, well....I decided it wouldn't happen anymore, but with Diane it was different. I should feel pains, and I felt it when I sang to Diane, but I also felt something else. Something different that I can't define. I shouldn't have acted that way around Diane, it's not even her fault that I have ridiculously connected my pains to my singing ability. "You know I think dad just wants to travel round the world with his fiancee, you know?" I heard Henry saying energetically but I wasn't intere
{Diane}I never thought I could stop breathing and still stay alive at the same time, until it happened when I was with Harry in his bedroom. I fucking lost my breath! And miraculously, I was still alive. I rested my arms on the top of the smooth and followed Harry's movement with my gaze. It was sleek and confident showing he knows his way around the kitchen, he knows what he's doing. If I was the one in the kitchen like this, I would be staring at the walls, chewing my mouth and sighing in annoyance....I'm that bad. "Coffee, tea or juice?" Harry asked, his fresh, veiny hands grabbing stuffs to arrange with swiftness. That is so hot if you ask me. "Coffee, tea or juice, Diane?" He repeated languidly. "Anyone is fine" I replied respectfully but Harry rolled his eyes and rested half of his athletic body on the side of the counter. "You gotta pick one" He said rudely, his eyes cold "Or I wouldn't have given you those options in the first place" There was silence for a moment. "
{Harry}Right from the first day I saw Diane, I knew she was trouble, and when our eyes connected that day, I saw big trouble written in those beautiful hazel eyes. I guess that's why I don't get along with her. How I can't leave the bedroom even when I knew leaving was the right thing to do just confirms how troublesome Diane actually is, and she doesn't even realize she's trouble, hell, she looks like an Angel. Diane looked flawless in the white towel wrapped around her body in a simple but still sexy manner. I almost imagined the towel falling off her chest. 'Lord, Harry, you're now a pervert?' I hate that voice in my brain. I stared at the seductive witch in front of me "Why do you want me to stay, Diane?" 'So she could ruin you completely' That voice again. "I just....I wanted to know if anything happened last night" Her voice was soft and sensual. "Last night" I mumbled, unconsciously flicking my eyes to her plump lips. "Yeah" She whispered and there was silence, with m
{Diane}My pounding head is killing me, but my mind was doing worse. Of course what do I expect after swallowing that amount of alcohol at the party. I just wasn't thinking straight yesterday. 'Kiss me, Harry'I definitely wasn't using my brain last night, I must have used my vagina to think. I heard a sound similar to my phone's ringtone and when I looked around my strange but tidied environment, I realized it was actually my phone ringing. I picked it up from the bedside table and answered the call. "Oh, thank God, Diane" A voice sighed into the phone. "I have been calling your phone for minutes but you weren't answering" "Hi, Lia" I greeted gruffly, holding the side of my aching head with my palm. "I got a text from Nelson last night" I straightened my head "Nelson texted you?" "Yeah, he told me you won't be coming home because it was late and you were too tired, so you spent the night at uhh....was it Harley's place?" "Harry's place" I muttered, scanning the dark bedroom
{Harry}"I want you to claim my mouth..." Diane whispered and I almost wanted to crash my mouth on hers immediately. "And show me through that passionate open mouth kiss that I am yours at the moment..." I shook my head vigorously to take the scene off my head. I can't believe I was thinking about what had happened last night....again."I need to feel your hard fingers crawling provocately all over my naked skin" Her voice tickled my ear and teased my entire senses. I was lost "I wanna moan your name into your mouth as our kiss go deeper.....and deeper" I dropped the phone in my hand on the couch in frustration and released a soft sigh.Diane is killing me. She doesn't know it. She does not know the effect the words that comes from her plump mouth has on me and she doesn't even have to know. It's a good thing she's still asleep in my bedroom but it's bad that I am in the living room thinking about her and....."Good morning to my handsome brother" It took everything in me not to h
{Diane}Harry stared brazenly at me, his tempting mouth divided temptingly as he used his sexy voice to speak "You are drunk, Diane" I rolled my eyes at him. Yeah, I admit I might be tipsy, but I knew what I wanted and the drinks I've had down my throat helped me to blurt out my desires boldly. "I might be drunk just as you'd said but that still does not change the fact that I want you to kiss me" I said, dropping my eyes to his parted lips. Inviting. "That is not what you want, Diane" He said casually and grabbed my arm to turn me to the bed but I snatched my arm from his hold. "Diane" He growled, his dark brows furrowed. "I know what I want, okay?" I said, annoyed at his attitude "I want your full mouth on mine" "Diane, stop" He rasped, his eyes growing hooded. "I want that pink tongue of yours sliding over mine" I whispered, my finger on his tight jaw. He shut his eyes "Diane" He breathed but I wasn't done. "I want you to claim my mouth..." I whispered, liking how his dark
{Harry}Henry was the one who had driven Diane and I home in his car. I would have loved to take my bike but there was no way Diane could stay on my bike in her drunken state. Throughout the car ride, Diane had acted weird, sleeping for few seconds, talking, laughing, then cursing. "I was winning that fight" She said to me, pointing her finger directly at my eyes. "Until you ruined everything!""You are still the winner, Diane" Henry said to her from the driver's seat. "Can you not talk? and just drive?" I said irritatedly to Henry. He chuckled and took a turn. While I was wishing we would get home so Diane could lay on the bed and sleep off, I'm sure as hell Henry was wishing the car ride would take longer than necessary as he was enjoying Diane's weird drama, he found it entertaining. "You know you are an asshole" She said as we now reached the living room. "Let's go, D" She frowned at me "But you're an asshole!" Henry snickered from behind me "This is interesting" I flash
{Harry}The party had turned wilder with people cheering, clapping, laughing and making annoying loud remarks. "Jesus Christ" I muttered. "Yeah" Henry said, but I could swear he was grinning. "Jesus Christ" Is there a way I can make my playful brother disappear to hell for a second so he could be sensible for at least a minute? Yeah, I just need a minute of seriousness from him to show we're really related by blood. "Yeahhhh!" I heard the crowd screaming, most of them drunk already. I looked around and finally saw the fight. Oh. My. God. My eyes widened at the sight before me and I was shocked to do something at first. Amanda and Diane were really fighting....furiously. I don't think I can even imagine what could have led to a big fight like this. I covered my face with my palm, my eyes taking in how the two girls were hitting each other. I can't believe there would be a day I would stand here to watch a girl I've fucked fight with my fake girlfriend and yeah, my fake girlfri