{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}Harry was staring down at me, like he was peering right into my innocent soul. My heart started to flutter and my legs gradually became weak, it didn't help matters that he was directly in front of me. "We need to kiss again" I squeaked, my whole insides filled up with nervousness."Do you know...." Harry moved his face foward "–how much I wanna taste your lips again?"My breath caught.His gaze darkened "You know how I'm crazily in love with how your tongue feels over mine?" His erotic confession in this heated tension pulled my lips apart. "I wanna kiss you too....but...." I swallowed and halted. His eyes bore through mine "But what?" And his low voice was so hot. "What about...." I bit my lower lip, hesitating but his deep gaze urged me to continue "What about the other girls around you? Amanda, Lena, Cara...""And what about them?" He questioned firmly. I shook my head slightly. "They want you""But I want you" His finger tips touched some strands of my hair "Do you
Today was like the other days where I have to tutor Harry and endure his silence. I can't seem to completely grasp the meaning or the reason behind his coldness. "I'm just gonna take the other couch" He said, moving away from me, a book in his hand. I slanted my head, my brows furrowed in puzzlement "Why?" I wondered if I did something wrong cause why would he just want to suddenly transfer himself from the couch we shared to the one across me. "Don't you wanna take a break?" He asked back, sinking himself on his new seat. "I....want to" I answered slowly, uncertainty in my tone. "But it's just...." He was staring at me intently. "You don't wanna rest?" "I want to. It's just that..." I trailed off again. His intent eyes fixed on me was making my heart pound in my chest. I shook my head and he tore his eyes from me to have them on the book in his hand.I also got a book to focus on but I couldn't even get a meaningful sentence when all I could think about is Harry and his inco
{Diane}There are some times Harry talks nicely to me like he's given his life to Christ, and right now is one of those few times he acts so kind like he's not even the same Harry that glares at every single thing. Because of his sudden change of attitude, the anger I felt for him earlier was slowly melting away. I pulled out my phone and began to text my driver not to worry about picking me up anymore since I knew no matter what happens at this point, I would be going with Harry. I've wanted that from the start, I just didn't want him to know that I was that desperate for his attention and care. I was his fake girlfriend after all, but the Lord knows I want him to treat me like I was his real girlfriend. "I'm texting my driver not to pick me up anymore" I informed as I typed swiftly on my phone. I took a peek of his face and caught him releasing a soft meaningful sigh. He gave me a nod, his eyes softening at me, then he took his hands off my waist to help me hold my bag while I t
{Harry}Diane stared at me in shock, her stunning hazel eyes were huge and her plump mouth was slightly parted. I've noticed how she innocently opens her mouth halfway when she's surpised, also when she's blushing or....when we're about to kiss. It's hard to take the last kiss out of my mind, like, for fuck sake, I haven't even forgotten about our first kiss, then how can I forget the last one we had minutes ago. The crazy thing was that I do not understand how we even got there in the first place. It all felt like there's a spell controlling us, bringing us closer and filling us up with some strong desires I never knew was possible. Diane recovered from her shock and folded her small arms across that chest I always find attractive. "What is it, Harry?" "Get in" I ordered and she scoffed, her head moving from side to side. "So you drove to me just to order me around?" "Diane, just....look I wanna drive you home, alright?" "No" She objected and turned away. I quickly got off th
{Diane}The consequences of my actions are still waiting somewhere for me, at least that's what my subconscious told me but I have been ignoring her to focus on this kiss. Harry's rugged hand had slipped from my waist to my hips in a slow and seductive manner, then he gave a little squeeze. I feel like my insides are melting down with his soft lips locked with mine, his scorching fingers on my face, his other rugged hand pressing seductively around my hips.To my disapproval, he stopped the kiss. I was panting softly with my swollen mouth half opened. It was ready for another kiss. Harry stared at my face for several seconds. His blue eyes were dim and foggy, lust and hunger showing in them. Without a word, he bent his head to take my lips. He kissed me with an intensity I've never felt from any guy, then he grabbed the back of my thighs to carry me easily onto his hard, well sculpted body, all the while he didn't break off the passionate kiss, not even for a second. I wrapped
{Diane}Hours later after lunch, Harry was done with practice and I was at his place, acting like I actually came to tutor him when the truth is that I am dying to listen to him pour out his whole mind to me....that is if he can really pour out the whole of his mind to me, his fake girlfriend, but I just have to stay to see if he's going to set his mind free or not. "You know I thought we were supposed to submit this one next week?" He pointed to the last homework we just completed. "Yeah, but you know how Mr Rivera is" I replied. "Yeah, I know how Mr Rivera is, he can be an asshole sometimes" He said casually. He just insulted the man!"No, he is not an asshole" I frowned at him "He only changes his mind about homeworks every second" "And that annoys the hell outta me" He muttered, obviously displeased. He grabbed the books we used for today's session and started arranging them on the table placed at the side of the couch. I cleared my throat to get his attention but he didn't
{Diane}"I want you" Have you ever being in a situation where you feel like your breathing suddenly stopped, yet you're alive?Also, have you been in a complex situation where you feel like you're melting from inside out, and you don't know what to do because an attractive guy who happened to be that cold unreal boyfriend you fight with all the time whispered really hot words to you? 'I want you'. The words were in my head, his sultry whispery voice sending sensual electricity to my body. I opened my mouth to let some air in. Harry had said he wants me, or did I mishear that?"Harry....you...you.. " Want me? I could only complete the sentence inwardly. "I want you" He repeated slowly, his deep gaze unfaltering. "I want you....at my place....in my bedroom...." His hooded eyes fell to my opened lips "...so I can gag your plump mouth...." He ran a quick look I could only view as a sexual one, from my face to my chest and my arms, then down to rest of my body. He made me feel very
{Diane}There was something inside me, making me feel like I should've pushed Mason away when he tried to come closer since he's not my boyfriend. But Harry is not my boyfriend either....nothing real is going on between us, yet it feels like I have real things going on with him most of the time. "Hi, D" Harry greeted with no expression on his face. I do not know if he had greeted me with a clean mind or not since his perfectly carved face had that usual blankness that makes it difficult for me to know what he's thinking. "Hi, Harry" I greeted him back, surpised at how my voice went really low. He brought his face foward, bringing it lower quickly and shocked the hairs at the back of my neck with the tender, but lingering kiss he planted on my cheek, around the side of my lips. My mouth fell open in shock like a moron, and my heart almost jumped out at his action. My eyes shut and opened quickly, I was unable to utter a word, not when my heart was still at its irregular beat. I li
{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