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Edmund Pevensie. Where to start? He was perfect. All the other girls thought so too.
Rachel Cooper. His beloved girlfriend. Possibly every girl's worst enemy. Why? They all wanted her boyfriend. All, except for one.
Harleen White, also known as Harley. She was normal, apart from the fact that she didn't like Edmund, but in fact his brother. The two brothers were the most wanted boys in the school, girls all over them, Edmund more than Peter.
Harley and Edmund were quite good friends, that never really spoke in the open, they liked to keep their friendship since Harley despised Rachel. The boy's girlfriend seemed needy and controlling, she knew how to hypnotise boys into being with her and being at her foot any time she wanted.
All Harley wanted to do was to protect the Pevensies from falling for Rachel, that clearly failed.
The reasons why she liked Peter were pretty much identical to the other girls, but she saw him differently when she hangs out with him and his brother back at their house. The way that peter cared for his siblings that no other could possibly care for anyone. The way that he smiled down at them, mostly Lucy, when they said goodnight, or anything really. He was different around Harley, but he didn't see that himself, everybody else did.
-PRESENT-
Harley was sat in her favourite class, Biology, why was it her favourite? Well, maybe because she had the perfect view of Peter, he sat diagonally across from her, where the teacher would usually stand and talk, which was perfect. She could stare at Peter all she wanted and it always looked like she was listening to the professor.
Nobody ever questioned her about it which obviously meant that she was discreet and it was working.
"Right, class, today we're going to be changing the seating plan," Mr Hopper declares.
Harley scoffed, annoyed at the fact that Peter was going to be moved out of her sight. What an asshole teacher.
"Right, starting at the back, Miss White, come up here and stand at the front," sir says.
Oh shit.
"Okay, you are going to sit with... Peter."
Never mind... BEST TEACHER EVER.
Harley walks over to the empty seat next to Peter, placing her bag on the floor and sitting down, Peter sending her a small smile, earning one from her in response.
-TIME SKIP-
"Hey, Harley, wait up!" Peter yells from the end of the hallway, running over to the girl.
"What, Peter?" She asks, people beginning to stare.
"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come to mine for tea?" He questions, fiddling with his fingers as if he was nervous.
"Sure, what time?" Harley replies, looking into his eyes.
"Well, my mum's ordering in for tea, so if you get there at around half four-ish you should be okay," Peter says.
Harley nods, turning around and walking down the hallway, Peter soon following after.
-TIME SKIP-
Harley knocks on the Pevensies door, expecting Helen to open it, she was shocked when a flustered Peter came into view.
"Hey, come in," Peter mumbles, stepping away from the door.
He closes it behind you, taking your coat off for you and hanging it up on the rack.
"We'll be upstairs, Mum!" Peter yells into the living room.
"Okay darling!" Helen replies as Peter takes Harley's hand, jogging up the dark wooden stairs and into his bedroom.
"This is the belly of the beast," Peter grins, sitting down with Harley on his double bed.
His walls were a dark grey, posters of The Beatles and Queen covering them, almost like Harley's room, he had a silk bedsheet with feather pillows. The bedside table was black and glossy, a un-opened packet of Nutella breadstick dips avec on said table.
"You can have those if you want," Peter said, opening his wardrobe and taking out a T-Shirt.
Harley nods as Peter begins to take off his tie, causing the girl to rip her eyes off Peter even though she didn't want to. Harley picked up the small box of Nutella dips as she began to dig in.
Peter was soon finished changing, wearing a pair of black ripped jeans and a white baggy tee.
She knew she shouldn't stare but Harley was drawn to the boy, although Peter wasn't looking at her, he could feel her stare on his back.
He turned around to be faced with Harley looking at him, snapping her eyes away as soon as he looked at her.
Catching her off guard, Peter takes a bite out of her Nutella dip, baring in mind that this breadstick was like an inch away from her lips.
Peter looked into her eyes as he took the bit, crawling onto her and then flopping down on the bed on her right.
Harley was left speechless as she just put the remainder of the breadstick into her mouth, a chuckle coming from Peter.
Harley blushed uncontrollably, earning a smirk from Peter as he leans over to hover above the girl's face.
"Peter, what are you doing?" Harley whispers, her confidence now drained.
"Nothing," Peter says, leaning u to Harley's neck and placing a few kisses along it.
"Peter. I'm- I-" Harley stutters.
Peter chuckles into her hair. "You nervous?"
"Shut up," Harley giggles, Peter pulling her hands up to his hair.
The girl begins to run her fingers through his blonde locks, playing with the ends, her heart beating a million miles an hour.
"God, you're so pretty," Peter mumbles.
Harley blushes, lifting Peter's head up with her fingertips and slowly running them along his neck, not breaking eye contact.
Unexpectedly, Peter aggressively kisses her, wrapping his hand around the side of her neck, deepening the kiss.
Harley tugs on the boy's hair, her spare hand gripping onto the bottom of his shirt.
Eventually, they pull away as the door opens to reveal Edmund and Rachel.
"Ew, Peter!" Edmund grimaces. "Leave the poor girl al- Harley!?"
"Hi Ed," she smiles as Peter gets up to shut the door, Edmunds muffled voice breaking through the gaps in the doorway.
"Just wanted you to know that food's on the way!"
Peter chuckles, jumping on the bed and pulling Harley on top of him, both of her legs either side of his waist. They both become lost in each other's kisses, only wanting to keep the passion they hold for as long as they possibly can.
