{Harry}
It was hard to believe there would be a day Diane would be asking me to be her boyfriend, and what was more unbelievable was that I would be saying yes to her request, though I have my reasons for agreeing to such crazy and strange request. "Let's go now" She said with her soft voice, already in front of me. I glanced casually at the SUV car moving off the school ground. "You were so quick in sending away your bulky bodyguard" I remarked. "My driver" She corrected with a glare "And he is not all that bulky, okay?" I didn't say anything to that. "So where's your car?" She asked, glancing around. "My car is not here" I replied easily. She arched a brow. "Your car is not here?" She sounded confused. "Are we flying to your place?" "You can fly if you want to, you're a witch anyways" I shrugged. She huffed, flipping her hair to the back. "We're gonna be on that" I informed, now pointing to the black motorcycle in front of us. She stared at my power bike like it was a piece of shit. "THAT" She pointed one of her small fingers to the bike. "Yeah, that" I replied and moved towards it. "I am not going on that THING with you" She said, sounding as irritated as she looked. I grabbed the matching black helmet, getting annoyed with her attitude "It's either you ride with me now, or you go home and forget about me becoming your boyfriend" Her mouth opened for a second, then closed. "You don't really mean that, right?" She asked with a small voice. "Just try me" I half shrugged my shoulder. Diane held the strap of her fashion bag, biting her soft, pink lips. Her action got my attention, I started wondering if her lips were as soft as they looked. "Fine" She finally gave her reply in between a loud sigh. "I'll ride with you on that....THING" She said, pressing her lips tight like riding on a bike was a sin. "But I have to get a helmet" She added fastly and it was my turn to press my lips. "Safety first" She mentioned. These rich kids and their rules. I stretched my helmet towards her but she didn't accept it. She lifted her eyelashes and asked softly "What about you?" I shrugged lightly "I can go without a helmet" "But it's safety....." "Are you going with me or not?" I snapped. "Don't use that tone with me" she snapped back. I moved closer to her, my nose catching her feminine perfume. "Harry, what....what are you...." She stuttered and I started to fix the helmet on her head. "Oh" she whispered and exhaled. There was a minute of respite as I quietly adjusted the hard hat on her head. "You're really gonna go without a helmet" she said after fixing the helmet on her. I shrugged in response to what she said and she snorted "It's not like I care, you can die if you want to" She said indifferently. I smirked at her nonchalant attitude "If I die, that just means your boyfriend is dead" I reminded her and she held her bag strap tightly, fear appearing in her eyes briefly. "Whatever, let's go" She waved off, waiting for me to climb on the bike and start it. "Get on" I ordered, waving my hand to the space behind me. She was about to lift one of her legs to climb the bike but I noticed she stopped to glance down at her legs. "What is it this time, Diane?" I asked impatiently. She hesisted then spoke softly "I'm wearing a skirt" I sighed exasperatedly "And what should I do about that huh?" I said assessing her skirt. It was a cute short skirt that displayed half of her smooth, fair thighs and her straight legs. "Just get on the bike" I gestured to the seat at my back. She frowned "No" "Diane" I called warningly. "You have to talk nicely to me" She insisted. "You get on now, or I leave" I offered the two options, waiting for her to make a choice. She jotted out her lips like the brat that she is and decided to chose the first option which was getting on the bike but she struggled to climb, her short skirt serving as the problem. I sighed "Don't worry, Diane, I won't look at your legs" She paused and I added. "I've seen a lot of sexy ones anyways" She made a low guttural sound of displeasure and climbed the bike in annoyance. Finally. We can now move after spending an eternity here. "Hold me" I instructed, expecting her to disobey and she did. This was Diane we were talking about here. She does not like to take orders from people, especially her fellow students. "I think I will be fine—ohmygodHarry!" She screamed my name when the bike moved foward. "Fuck you!" She cursed me in a yell, wrapping her soft arms around my waist. I can't beleive she held me right after cursing me. I heard her saying some words but the wind and helmet blocked everything out, but I could make a wild guess that she was calling me an asshole. **** Ever since we got to my place, Diane has not stopped complaining about the first bike ride experience she had today, and because of that, we have not started discussing the important topic. "I felt like I was gonna fall off the bike at some point!" She overstated, her hazel eyes wide. I rolled my eyes. "Stop exaggerating" "No, I am not exaggerating" She pointed a finger to her chest, I dropped my eyes there for a second. "It's a good thing I had a helmet" "My helmet" I reminded her. She groaned and I guess she does not have anything to say, at least not yet. "I wanna ask you something" I said, purposely locking my eyes with hers. "Why did you chose me?" Slowly, she divided her lips "I don't know" She whispered, then shook her head vigorously "We both know I didn't have a choice that was why I came to you" She replied, her voice adjusted to the usual rude one. "Why did you even blurt out my name to your dad in the first place?" I quizzed, penetrating my eyes into her. "Uhm...." She shrugged, her cheeks appearing red. "I guess I said your name because I hated you" My eyes crinkled as I began to study her. "Look, I need some water" She said quickly, her voice sharp. I directed a finger to the kitchen "Go get it" She squeezed her brows "I should go get it myself?" She asked slowly like she was trying to sink in the fact that I told her to go get water herself. I lolled on the armchair, my eyes fixed on her "You think I'm gonna go get it for you?" She blinked her long, soft eyelashes at me, her plump mouth parted "But I am your guest...." I rolled my eyes. This girl is so spoiled and that she annoys me every damn time. She resumed "And I am going to be your girlfriend!" "Congratulations" "Don't fucking congratulate me, you fucking asshole" She cursed me brutally, an angry glare on her face. "When I become your girlfriend...." "Fake girlfriend" I corrected solidly. She ignored the correction "You're gonna be treating me right, treating me like as nice boyfriend should...." I groaned, doing another eye roll as I could not help it, but that didn't make her stop. "And you're gonna treat me like a Queen...." "Just go get your water" I said tiredly to her. "You're gonna treat me...." "Like a Queen" I quickly completed. "I got it, now go get the water" "You won't treat me with harshness and...." "Oh, Jesus" I groaned again, rising from the chair. "I give up" I said, striding towards the refrigerator to get her water....and mine. I really need it now. I extended a bottled water to her but she stared at it questioningly. I let out a sigh of frustration "What is it now?" "I thought I was supposed to drink from a glass cup?" "Look, Miss Arrogant Queen, I am not your fucking maid" I adjusted my standing position to appear straighter "So it's either you take the bottle of water from me and drink or I go upstairs to my room and that means no boyfriend for you" She bit her bottom lip hard before snatching the bottle from me. "Fine!" "Oh, Christ" She was lucky I had plans to benefit from this fake dating thing we were going to be discussing soon, it's the reason I have practiced some patience with her. "I can't beleive I'm gonna be in a relationship with you soon" I remarked tiredly, taking my seat on the arm chair. "Fake relationship" It was her turn to remind me. I nodded in agreement, opening the cap of the bottle to drink from it. After drinking, I looked up and caught Diane staring at me in a strange manner. Her eyes were soft, her plump lips parted and her cheeks tinted with little pink. She looked attractive that way to be honest. "What is it?" I queried, staring right back into her eyes, but she shook her head, the pink on her cheeks getting a deep shade. "It's just the way you drink water, that's all" She simply replied, her focus on the bottle of water. I wanted to quiz her on what she just said but she was already opening the bottle to drink from it. I watched her intently, observing how elegantly she held the bottle and how she took the water sip by sip. I smirked. Oh rich girls....They make everything refined. "We haven't talked about our relationship" I started the topic. "Fake relationship" I corrected myself. She closed the bottle of water. "Yeah" She whispered, gently brushing her fingers over her forehead. "You said you would agree to be my boyfriend under some conditions" I liked how she went to the point. "They are very simple conditions" She inhaled. "I'm listening" I opened my mouth to speak, not missing the mistrust her hazel eyes held. "I need a tutor and I need someone for my homeworks and projects" "Then get someone to do that for you" She said and I smirked. She quirked her brows "Hold on, that 'someone' is me?" I gave her my uneven smile "That's right. For the rest of this semester, you are going to be my tutor and you will do my homeworks and projects when I ask you to" She cocked her head to the side, some of her big braids following the movement "So what, you wanna make me your slave?" I sat foward, my back a little bent and my head not too far from her seat "I am usually busy, same with my siblings, and as you can see, they are not even here, it would have been great to ask them to do my homeworks instead of asking the rude, billionaire queen" "You're saying I am rude right to my face" She said agressively, trying to bring up another fight. "Well are you not?" I questioned with narrowed eyes. She scoffed a laugh and I smirked, knowing I had left her temporarily speechless with my retort. "Also, you don't get to tell people that it's a fake relationship, not even my siblings. I'm not about to tarnish my image so you gotta keep your trap shut" I stated firmly to her. "I was gonna keep it a secret in the first place, you didn't have to act like a wannabe soldier, okay?" I eyed her hard "Do you agree to the conditions or not?" I asked, neglecting her provoking sentence. "Remember the homeworks" To think, she habitually started chewing her pink, full mouth. Her action drew my attention, and I couldn't help but linger my gaze on her lips getting softly bitten by her teeth. "Fine!" That one word from her was able to get my mind back on track. I studied her quietly. "We've got a deal?" Her eyes roamed my face, and I knew there was something else, but still she said; "Yeah. We've got a deal" There was something else we were both not discussing, and it's about our feelings in the way, well maybe her feelings anyways, not mine. We both knew falling for her was impossible, and to be frank, I don't think I was the type of guy she would fall in love with. Diane looked like a girl that would go for soft, funny guys like my brother, Henry. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna fall for you, it's the last thing that would happen" I assured her, making it obvious that I'd read her mind. "I won't fall for you too. It's never gonna happen" "And if it happens?" I asked, trying to press her a little. "Harry, it's not going to happen" She said with certainty "Not even in a dream" "Good" I sat back on the chair. "What is the first task on the list?" "Meeting my dad" She answered right away, a little smile tugging her lips. Okay. That would either go well, or it would go bad, ending in disaster. I can't wait to see how it's gonna end.{Diane}One thing I have made note of when talking to Harry is that conversing with him isn't exactly something that puts you in the best of moods, but I have to talk to him, it is for the best. I still find it hard to believe he agreed to be my boyfriend, demanding that I do his homeworks in return and I think that's fair enough, at least it's fair when it's Harry you're dealing with here. It's not like I have a choice but to accept every of his stupid terms and conditions. "Diane!" A lively voice called my name in the cafeteria and I turned my face to the owner of the voice. "Henry" I smiled at him.He waved at me to come over to his table and I obeyed his hand gesture, smiling wider. Henry was the guy that would have been perfect as my boyfriend, but as my unlucky life would have it, I was gonna be dating his brother instead. His cold, mean brother. I reached the table and saw Harley sitted there, also with a guy from the soccer team, and there was Harry, staring blankly at me.
{Harry}'Is this the place Diane lives?' I asked myself, subtly taking note of the neat, shiny designs on the wall and the ceiling. No wonder the girl behaves like a spoiled princess. Her place looks like an actual palace with the beautiful colours and lights, but they were too bright for my liking. If it were to be my place I would have gone for dark designs. "You are really Diane's boyfriend?" The woman sitting on the other white couch questioned me for what? the fifth time. I seriously wanna tell her to piss off, but I had to remain patient. "Yes. I am Diane's boyfriend" I answered in a curt tone that says I wouldn't entertain further questions. She shouldn't take my niceness for granted. "Wow" She puffed out air "I can't beleive I would be seeing Harry Michaelson in reality because of my husband's daughter" She muttered, her painted lips lifted slightly in a scorn. I don't like her already. There's just something about the way she talks that irks me. "Can I take a picture?"
{Diane}I have never had a date like the one I had with Harry. It didn't start well and definitely didn't end well, but at least it wasn't boring. The dates I've had with other guys involves a lot of ingenuine actions like the guys showing fake kindness, bringing up little conversations that always turns out to be mind numbing and the soft background music usually makes me want to sleep off on my seat, but I have always had to learn self discipline as Mr Pierce's daughter. I shook my head as I thought about my duties as the popular billionaire's daughter. I stared at my locker, my books in my hands as I started to wish I was born into a simple family where the daughters chooses what she wants, however she want it, wherever she want it and whoever she want it with. Life wouldn't be so complicated. "Diane" The husky voice made me look away from my locker to my side. Harry was standing there, staring at me with his left hand arrogantly in the pocket of his black pants. "Harry" I bre
{Harry}Diane acts like an annoying little bitch most of the time but when she's been humbled by pains and not acting like one, I almost find her so adorable that it gets hard to not stare at her pretty face. Is that how people should be? Pretty face plus bitchy attitudes? Maybe Diane just got lucky she still got a beautiful face despite her ugly characters. I don't believe in luck, it's bullshit but maybe I just gotta believe in it this one time, I have to believe that Diane got really lucky. There were those hazel eyes that matched with her brown hair, her pointed nose, her round cheeks, and finally.....her pink lips. The soft, plump flesh gets my attention easily, but I knew this was not the time to get distracted by some lips.I quickly rose to my feet with a groan, rubbing the back of my head. I don't understand what exactly just happened between Diane and I but I think we were just inches close to......kissing? Kissing? Really?I peered down at her round face and saw how fl
{Harry}Diane laid flat on the seat, her face upwards, then I slid my hand underneath her top. She took in a sharp audible breath through parted mouth. Diane's skin was soft, warm and smooth. I didn't know why she wanted my palm over her skin, I don't know if it really eases her pains or how it does it, but I know I like having my hand pressed on her skin just like I am currently doing. "You can move your hand upwards too" She said with a voice that was as light as the summer breeze. It made it hard for me to say no again. She had her eyes trailed on me and I had mine boring right into hers. I began to crawl my hand up and up till my fingers brushed underneath her bra. She gasped softly while I froze instantly, not tearing my eyes off her. What the hell just happened? I could swear that I felt something inside me just now, something odd. I retracted my hand from Diane's stomach and rose to my feet. I thought of walking away from her but I just couldn't do it. I could not leave
{Diane}Harley and Henry did not stop staring between Harry and I. They were still trying to understand what was really going on, why I was with him till this time of the day, what we were really doing while everyone was away. They should wonder why we haven't killed each other too. "And....." Henry started, moving his eyes left and right. "What is going on?" Harley completed the sentence for him. Okay, time to talk. "Uhm...." I cleared my throat, stealing a quick look at Harry, hoping he was ready to help, but the jackass was simply standing like a useless statue, he does not look like he's gonna help out here. "So, the thing is uh...." Harley and Henry had all their focus on my face. "I ahh...I...." They rose their brows at my stuttering. Are triplets usually like this?"It's not exactly what...." "Harry, did you kidnap her?" Henry asked his brother with raised brows. "What? No!" I laughed shortly "No one was kidnapped" Harley tilted her head, her eyes narrowed "He threate
{Harry}I casually rested my back on the couch Diane had laid on hours ago, my eyes were moving between the tv and my phone and I was also aware of Harley's eyes flicking from my face to the tv. That action was seriously getting on my nerves. My triplet sister sometimes wants to know every fucking thing going on around and I can bet she's been dying to question me ever since I entered the house, I could see that on her face and I was sure she could also see on my face that I wasn't ready to entertain questions, especially from her and most especially about the topic I was avoiding. Diane's topic. "I can feel your eyes on me, Harley" I said as I blindly picked another slice of pizza, my eyes right on the screen of phone. "I know you can" She said quietly. "Dad called and said he won't be visiting this weekend anymore" Henry informed as he grabbed a bottle of fruit juice from the kitchen. I almost forgot he was present. "I really miss the man" I also miss my dad, but I wasn't going
{Diane}Harry knows how to get on my nerves easily at any time. How could he just walk away without a word, leaving my mind in a puzzled state. I have just few days left to make Harry agree to this date. Fuck me. What am I gonna do? "Diane, are you okay?" A voice had asked me but I was too engrossed in my thoughts, chewing my mouth and staring hard at Harry whose seat was not too far from mine. It seems his seat us destined to be near me everytime. "Diane" The voice called my name again in a louder whisper. I still didn't stop my thoughts, I got deeper into it. "What is going on between you and Harry?" "Uhh?!" I exclaimed, putting a pause to my thoughts. I turned my head sharply to the person who'd asked me the question and I already found his eyes on me. I blinked at the guy wearing his cute glasses. Nelson "What is going on between Harry and I?" I parroted the question. Nelson had a small, mischievous smile on his face. "If his name could get your attention, it means you w
{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