Falling For The Michaelson Bad Boy

{Diane}

Life can be annoying sometimes, especially during the times your wealthy, business father wants to you to date his rich friend's son for business deals.

Seriously. For business.

"I'm not interested in Thane Darko" I stated to my dad.

He scoffed, looking very pissed at me "You are not always interested, Diane. You are not even interested in anyone!"

"No, it's not like that, da-"

"Then it's like what?" My dad vociferated, his eyes wide and dark at me. "Like what huh?" My dad half yelled, glaring at me. "You rejected all the good guys that wanted you, including Thane Darko. THANE DARKO!"

The room fell silent, but that was only for five seconds.

"Why do you keep turning down those good kids?" He questioned in a low, but angry voice.

I didn't say a word to give him answer. Instead I toyed with my food, while he studied me with those angry eyes.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked out of the blue.

"What?" The question came out in a whisper.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He repeated slowly this time but his tone was firmer.

I stared at my dad suspiciously, then turned my face to my step mom who was smirking at me.

Bitch.

"Honey, we all know she doesn't have a boyfriend, and Thane is just perfect for her" She said innocently to my dad but there an evil simper at the corner of her lips.

At that moment, I wished I could slap that red lipstick off her big mouth.

"Yes" My dad agreed. Of course he would. "Thane's a nice kid, getting close to him will have it's benefit to the company and that will automatically benefit the family a lot"

Of course, that was what mattered to my dad, not my feelings. Business benefits mattered to him a lot and if he does not get what matters to him, I'm afraid he's gonna cut me off. I don't want that so I thought of doing something crazily ridiculous.

"I don't think I need any Thane guy in my life because I wouldn't want to cheat on my boyfriend" I dropped casually like I actually do have a boyfriend I didn't want to cheat on.

My stepmom creased her perfectly shaped dark eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

I placed my palms on the dining table, knowing it was my turn to smirk "What I mean, my dear Julia, is that I have a boyfriend"

She froze while my dad stared at me.

"A good boyfriend. He is rich, he is a celebrity and he treats me right" I added sweetly, all just to piss Julia off and it was working.

"Well...." My dad's harsh tone magically turned slightly mild "What is his name?"

I froze.

He carried on "What does he do? How did you guys meet?..."

I swallowed, knowing I was in big trouble as my dad went on with his questions.

"You will see him one day, dad" I said to him with a fake beam.

"At least give me a name" He urged, smiling a little.

I twisted my mouth nervously, my cheeks going hot and my heart pounding as I thought of someone I could just mention to my dad, then an image slid easily to my brain.

Soft hair, smooth skin, icy blue eyes, pointed nose, perfect shaped lips, dark sexy smirk. . .and only one person came to my mind.

"Harry Michaelson" I blurted out.

No. I didn't. . .I didn't say that, did I?

The big smile on my dad's face told me I had blurted out the wrong name.

"Oh, I love that kid!"

I hate him.

He is a demon inside, and a devil outside. He's got a bad habit of pointing out my mistakes in class like everything I do pisses him off, and he also likes to put me into trouble. All because of him, I had my first detention, imagine that! Now, my dad had said he loves that same guy, the same demonic guy that hates my guts.

"Harry Michaelson" My dad uttered his name, smiling impressively. "Good choice"

Oh, I want to kill myself right now.

"He's that wealthy model, one of the Michaelson triplets, the one with the icy blue eyes and uhhh....bleached hair, right?" My dad asked, gesticulating with his fork. He recognizes the guy so well.

Fuck, I'm in trouble.

With my heart still pounding, I nodded fastly, unable to speak.

"That is great!" Dad is so excited about this "You know his cousin owns a modelling company and his cousin in law is that popular businessman, Ryan Blake" He chuckled after his sentence, glancing at his unhappy wife who quickly forced out a short laugh that had her mouth forming a ridiculous shape, and I couldn't help but also laugh despite the fear in my mind.

The laughter did not last long as my dad said; "I'll like to meet him soon"

Meet him?

"Meet Harry Michaelson?" I asked in a squeaky voice.

"Yes!" He affirmed, smiling.

Oh, nononono.

NO.

****

I am in trouble. Big trouble.

That big trouble is the reason I started trying so hard to avoid Harry Michaelson in school. I know seeing his face will bring back the scene of how I mentioned his name to my dad.

Of all names I could have just blurted out, it had to be Harry Michaelson. He was the popular badboy with cold eyes and dangerous aura. If he didn't look so much like his triplet siblings, I would have argued with people that he jumped out straight from hell to live among human beings on earth.

He was just too. . .inhuman?

The only time he looked human to me was when he cried in the hospital because he thought his dad was going to die. It was the first and last time I ever saw him cry.

I tapped my black pen on the neat brown desk, chewing my lips as I thought of what to do about the trouble I put myself into.

Harry Michaelson. Fuck that guy.

I can't believe his name dropped from mouth when I could have just blurted out someone else's name. I could have said 'Henry Michaelson', Harry's triplet brother, I could have said anything except 'Harry Michaelson'.

I blew out air and raised my head a little, and what happened next? I locked eyes with Harry.

Perfect? Nope.

I am staring at the same Harry I was thinking about.

The cold dickhead was standing at the front of the class, and Jesus, he is so tall and muscular, the black round neck shirt and black leather jacket that gave him the devil's appearance fitted him perfectly.

I moved my eyes to his hair and I saw soft, neat and newly dyed locks on his head, then I dropped my gaze to his cold eyes. They were right on me, causing an involuntary shiver.

I can't believe I had this guy's name in my mouth back in my dinning room.

Harry strolled towards me, a hand in the pocket of his fitted, black pants that matched with his black shirt.

The closer he got to me, the louder I screamed 'Jesus!' in my head.

He stared intently at me like he knew I lied in the dining room. That made me ask myself;

'What the fuck have I done?'

He reached my seat, and strode past it. I released my breath but held it back when he suddenly paused.

With my side eye, I saw him rotate his body to me, his blue eyes directly on me, then he took some steps to the seat right beside mine and lowered himself on it.

Harry Michaelson has decided to sit at my side.

Oh, God, I think I can't breathe anymore.

{Harry}

The way Diane had stared at me when I entered the class was suspicious. It was like she had done something wrong and was scared of the problems she has to face in the future.

Somehow, her gaze made me feel like everything was related to me. The girl can be an open book sometimes.

I had to take the seat beside her to watch her more closely and maybe try to understand what her eye contacts were all about because I was sure as hell she wasn't staring at me because she likes me.

Diane acts like she hates my whole existence. I don't like her too. She expects everyone to bow to her, to accept every of her bad habits all because she is a billionaire's daughter.

I stared at her, watching as she chewed her soft lips, her big eyes filled with worry and her pen tapping slowly on her desk. The sound irritated me and just when I was about to speak, she turned her face to meet mine.

My words died on my tongue when I saw those big hazel eyes. They had words hidden in them, I wished I could read them. Not because I cared, but because I was curious.

She gazed away from my face and resumed chewing her lips. Few seconds later, she glanced at me again.

Now, I'm more curious. What exactly is going on?

"Do you want to talk about something?" I asked her in a mumble as the teacher entered the classroom.

She snapped her head to my face, and God, I almost pitied her neck. I could see its got a noticeable mark looking like a tiny dark tattoo right at the left side. "And why would I want to talk about something to you, huh?" She asked back rudely.

"You shouldn't answer my question with a question" I told her sharply.

"Then you shouldn't ask a question in the first place" She retorted, giving me a harsh glare.

Diane has always been like this since I met her. Bitchy.

I focused on the lecture for today, though I threw few glances at her and saw how lost she was in her own world as she constantly bit her lips. That soft, pink flesh....

"Actually...." That was her voice, holding no force "I think I need your help"

I stilled on my seat, trying to stay calm at the surpise she threw at me.

She needs my help.

Diane, the billionaire's daughter actually needs me help.

I smiled unevenly "Diane Pierce didn't just say she needs my help after being so rude to me, did she?" I asked slowly, rotating my head to the side.

She groaned quietly. "Will you help me or not?"

She didn't drop her arrogance even when she needs help, more reasons not to like her.

I shook my head, still smirking. "No, I won't help you" I concentrated on the teacher.

"Harry" She called aggressively.

"I am not helping you" I said without looking at her.

"Harry, just help me" She said with a better voice.

"I am not helping you" I stuck to my response.

"What can I do to change your mind?"

I gave her a fleeting look "Nothing"

"Harry, stop it" She whispered loudly, going back to being hostile "And just help me!"

"No"

"Harry!" Her undertone was commanding.

"No"

She released a deep sigh of what I guessed was frustration, brushing off long, brown braids off her face, then exhaled slowly. "Harry..." She breathed.

Diane's breathy voice was soft and moving, capable of melting a heart, but not my heart. People had said my heart was made of rock. Maybe they were right, maybe they were not.

I rotated my head to the side and was taken aback with her soft, pleading gaze.

"Just hear me out, please" she begged. "I want you to listen to what I have to say then you can just. . ." She trailed off and breathed out softly. "Harry, please, I am in big trouble"

I sighed and raked my hair with my fingers. I saw her eyes follow my action before landing back on my face.

"Once it's lunch time..."

She sat foward, her focus solely on my face. She must be really desperate.

"Go to the cafeteria and wait for me there" I ordered.

Diane's big eyes got impossibly bigger at my words with twinkles brightening them "And we can talk over lunch?"

I rolled my eyes. "That was a dumb question"

"Thank you" She said with a grin and turned her face away before muttering under her breath "Asshole"

I frowned. Did she just. . . . "What did you just say?"

She flashed me a big smile "Nothing"

But she just. . .she called me an asshole.

She called her helper an asshole.

****

It was lunch time, and I didn't forget the cafeteria meeting with Diane. I was curious to know what trouble she put herself into, so I was ready to listen to what she has got to say.

I looked around the cafe for her and I saw her sitted at a corner, rotating her head, her big brown braids swinging as she searched the area for me. Soon, our eyes connected. She smiled a little, looking relieved to see me.

I didn't think there would be a day Diane would be happy to see me, hell, I didn't think and never believed there would be a day I would be having a normal conversation with Diane in the school cafeteria. Usually, all we do is fight, and the next thing we do is pick up another round of fight.

I got my snacks and strolled to her table. "So what do you want to talk about?" I asked, going straight to the point as I sat.

"Oh" She blinked, clearly surpised at my fowardness but she got over the shock quickly. "So....uhmm" She cleared her throat "I...." She stopped and rubbed her forehead gingerly with her fingers. "God, how do I start this?" She whispered to herself.

I remained quiet, but internally, I was growing impatient.

"The thing is...." She resumed and I caught the way she swallowed the saliva in her mouth. "I lied about something to my dad and his wife and now I am in a big mess"

I continued staring, not blinking, not talking, not moving, but getting really impatient that I haven't gotten the real details.

"You're not gonna ask me what the lie is?" She questioned, giving me a frown.

"It's either you go straight to the point, or I leave you here with your mess" I stated the options solidly.

"Fine" She flipped her long, brown braids pridefully "I lied that I have a boyfriend"

I creased my brows, taking a moment to let the new information sink in "You don't have a boyfriend?"

Her cheeks turned pink. "Nope"

I know her beauty is gonna attract guys left and right but I think her attitudes will send them off.

Okay, it's not my business. What I should be concerned about is why she was telling all those things, and what she wants me to do about her single life.

I stared at her intently "Diane, you lied to your dad"

She blew out air from her mouth. "I know"

I went on "You created the mess and now you're telling me about it"

"Look, Harry" She pushed locks of brown hair away from her face "I told you about the lie because I need your help, okay?"

"And I'm still trying to understand what exactly you want me to help you with" I told her frankly.

Her lips divided for few seconds before she started to talk again. "My dad asked me who my boyfriend was" She paused while I stared on, wanting her to continue.

She twisted her fingers on the table and I noticed she has not touched her food just as I had not touched mine.

"I didn't want to say anything to him, I swear, but he asked me to give him a name, so I uhmm...." She rubbed side of her neck, right where the dark mark was. "I might have blurted out your name" She pressed her lips.

I lifted my head a little "You did what?"

She stared at me, her eyes magically bigger and mouth parted "I told my dad that Harry Michaelson is my boyfriend"

I blinked, then I froze. After few seconds, I blinked again. "You told him that I am your boyfriend?" I asked slowly.

"Yeah" She whispered and swallowed.

"You told your dad that I am your boyfriend" I said, taking away the questioning tone. "Diane, why would you even...."

She shook her head fastly. "Harry, I wasn't thinking"

"Obviously" I retorted sharply.

She ignored my sharp response and continued. "I need your help. I would have approached any other guy to do this for me, but my dad knows you and he wants to meet you. He knows you're one of the Michaelson triplets, he knows you are Harry and not Henry"

I glanced at Henry, my triplet brother, sitted with some of the soccer guys, laughing loudly with them. We look alike a lot but our expressions are different. I would never laugh in that manner and that shows that people should be able to easily tell Henry and I apart.

I returned my attention to Diane, boring my gaze into her eyes. "What exactly do you want from me?" I asked directly even when I knew where this was leading to. I just wanted her to say it.

"NEED. I need something from you, I don't want it" she corrected curtly to make a point.

I rolled my eyes "Just say it"

"I need you to be my boyfriend, Harry Michaelson"

Hearing her say out her request to me with her gaze fixed on mine, I didn't know what to say next. . .or do.

{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.

****

"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.