3...Conditions...

{Diane}

I stared expectantly at Harry, praying he says something, and not just anything, something positive, but my prayer was useless as he just sat there, staring blankly at me without saying a single word.

"Harry" I called softly and blinked gently. "Won't you say something?"

He still stared coldly, like he was a vampire.

"Say something, Harry!" I was tempted to yell at him as I was getting impatient and frustrated.

Harry raked his fingers through his hair and blew out his cheeks before getting up from his seat.

What?

"Harry, wha....wha..." I stammered, blinking repeatedly, but he turned his back to me like I wasn't even talking. "Wait, are you leaving?" I asked, careful about the volume of my voice since we were in the cafeteria.

Harry was walking away from me without saying a word about my request.

That....is the guy I wanna date? 

Wow. What a dick.

I placed my elbows on the table and held my head in my hands, feeling dejected.

It is either my dad sees a sign that I am in a relationship with Harry, or he forces me to be in a relationship with someone of his choice, a real relationship, and I won't forget to mention that Julia would laugh so loud at me.

Harry Michaelson is still the guy I think I need here, but unfortunately, he is a cold asshole that does not care about other people's feelings.

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"Is your brother always cold to everyone, everyday and everytime?" I asked Harley, Harry's triplet sister who grinned, taking my question lightly, but I was actually being serious.

"You are talking about Harry here, right?" She asked, amused.

I scoffed mentally. Who else would I be talking about if not Harry.

"Yes, I am talking about Harry. Does he really hate everyone?" I questioned, raising my right hand to demonstrate.

Harley shrugged casually "He acts like he hates everyone but—" She paused and frowned "Wait, what happened between you guys?"

"Nothing!" I squeaked the word....unintentionally. "Absolutely nothing!" My voice remained squeaky "Your brother is just being....well, he is being Harry!"

He is being 'Harry' by walking out on me, something guys don't do to me.

That crazy shithead. I just want to hit something on his head right now.

I recalled how composed and cold he had been as he listened to me talk about how I blurted his name in the dining room.

'Diane, you really embarrassed yourself in front of the GREAT Harry Michaelson' My subconscious said, disappointed.

Shit. Fuck me.

"I saw you guys talking at the cafeteria" Harley mentioned, raising her brows.

I twisted my mouth downwards and I was sure I looked really ridiculous doing the twisting thing. "You saw us talking"

Harley chuckled for a second "Yes"

Of course. "And you saw him walk out on me"

She pouted sympathetically "Yes"

"Good"

No, bad. Very bad.

She gave me a small smile before turning her attention away when someone had called her name from behind.

I tapped my pen on the desk, waiting for the teacher to appear in the class, but guess who appeared?

Yeah, it's Harry Michaelson. The guy who walked off because I asked him to be my boyfriend.

I hate him.

I hated him before, but I hate him more now. It sucked that I do have classes with him.

Part of me expected him to do something, maybe give me a smirk, a meaningful stare or something, but he didn't. His focus was elsewhere.

I think really need to hit something on his head, like why would he even act like I didn't exist?

Why?!

I turned to Harley who now had her face on her book "Harley, does your brother has a girlfriend?" I suddenly asked without a pause or a blink.

She looked up at me "My brother Henry?" She asked slowly.

"Nope" I pressed my mouth. "Harry" I growled.

Harley stared at me weirdly before she laughed hysterically, making me furrow my brows in annoyance. I was being serious about a question and she laughed at it.

"Harry and girlfriend?" Harley faced me squarely, her face bright from the laughter. "He is like a celebrity, you know, popular and all that"

I almost rolled my eyes. "I know" I admitted. 

"Yet there's never been news about him being at least a bit interested in someone, not to mention be in a relationship with someone" She explained and I nodded in agreement.

"But what if he's just keeping his love life very private?" I asked, slightly narrowing my eyes.

Harley sighed and pointed straight to the left "Look at him" I rotated my head to the direction her finger was pointing at. I saw that Harry had taken the seat that wasn't too far from mine, staring into space "Does he look like someone who has a love life to keep private?"

True. That cold expression alone could make girls think he is an upcoming murderer.

Well, I am not one of the girls scared of him....I think.

"You're right, Harley" I said to her, nodding and she smiled at me then turned to her book again.

I think the girl has a great connection with books.

My eyes trailed to Harry's seat and I noticed there was an empty seat beside him, so I did a stupid thing that could lead to more embarrassment.

I stood up from my seat and took the empty seat beside him. I caught his masculine scent quickly but I ignored it as soon as he shifted in his seat to rotate himself to the side.

"You little prick!" I started and he quirked one of his perfect brows. "You know you could have just said something instead of walking away like you did"

"What did you want me to do? Stay and agree to be your boyfriend right away?" He asked in a hushed voice.

"Yes! Fuck yes!" I exclaimed with rising rage, getting everyone's attention for a second but I quickly passed a sweet smile that made them look away then I continued with Harry. "You could have said something or at least done something!"

"I did something, I walked away!" He made a point, spreading palms.

"You little piece of shit, you think walking away is the best thing to do? I fucking hate you!" I cursed him under my breath.

He opened his mouth to say something back to me but the teacher's voice, apologising for coming late, stopped him.

I quickly went back to my previous seat which was beside Harley, but I still had Harry on my mind.

I wondered what he was going to say to me if the teacher had not entered the class.

I glanced at him, and my eyes locked onto his blue ones. What I planned to be a glance, turned out to be a hard eye contact competition which I lost to him when I couldn't hold his cold look any longer. 

Will Harry still help me?

Or am I gonna end up dating Thane?

My question got answered when classes were over.

As I walked to the parking lot, I became conscious of someone's presence beside me.

The perfume was familiar and when I glanced sideways, I understood why I the scent was familiar. Harry.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice unfriendly. I was still mad at him for what he did at the cafe.

"I will be your boyfriend" He said in a casual tone.

What?

I stopped on my track and whipped my head to him, my eyes widened "What did you say?"

"I am not repeating my words" He stated without looking at me.

See why I hate him?

I moved my legs, trying to match with his pace. "You will really be my boyfriend?" I asked carefully.

"Yes, I will" He answered calmly.

Yesssss!!!!

Oh my God, yessss!!!

"But—" He suddenly interrupted my mental dance with his hard voice "Under some conditions" He said and inserted his hands into the pockets of his pants. "My conditions" He added just as we reached the parking lot.

"Your conditions?" I breathed nervously.

He peered down at me. "Yes, love, my conditions"

I tensed. There are conditions. "Let's go to your place then" I suggested.

His house was the only place I could think of to have a discussion without being scared of any eavesdropper.

"I will tell my driver to leave so I can ride with you to your place" I said without a pause, taking in Harry's dark expression with my gaze.

"My place" His voice dropped low and deeper "It's just gonna be me and you in the house"

I shook my head furiously at him. "Don't get stupid ideas, I just want to talk" I said sternly.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with that danger that usually says 'run, Diane'. There is no way I'm running from danger when I'm in trouble already.