Horan Twins

Chapter Eleven

Bartley's POV

Rachel's hair looked nice today. She had it bunched up in a nice sock bun with bobby pins holding back her small hairs near her ear.

I grew up with women okay.

My opinion on fashion had been completely altered recently, as I had learned more and more about it from my foster mothers.

Her dark brown eyes seemed to glow through the light shining in the window.

My breathing altered as she finally made eye contact with me, and her bright pink lipstick curved at the edges of mer mouth as she smiled at me. I mirrored her actions, and smiled back.

I wasn't the first to speak, Rachel did. "Back to stare at me watching dishes?" She smirked as I set the dishes in the sink.

"Nope. I'm back to ask you for your number." I spoke confidently, leaning against the kitchen island. her cheeks turned a faint pink, and she brushed it off like it was nothing.

"What if I don't want you to have it?" She questioned. Not even looking back at me.

"Then I'll deal with it."

"And what if I give it to you?" She countered, weighing out her options.

"Then you'll officially be the first girl I've ever texted besides my mothers." I said truthfully.

"Do not lie. You've probably used that line on tons of girls." She said, slightly irritated.

"You mean all of my non-existent girlfriends in America? Yeah, no." I said, and after awhile she didn't reply. "If, and I mean if, you give me your number, I'll tell you the story of my first kind of crush." I tell her, and she agrees. After giving me her number, we walk back to the dining hall to grab the rest of the dishes I did not grab when I went to the kitchen.

She carries three cups, and two plates, and I carry the rest.

"You know Bartley, your lilic hair looks great." She says.

"My hair is not lilic. It is purple!" I argue playfully, and she laughs.

"It's lilic. Deal with it." She sassed, and our walk to the kitchen was shortened.

Rachel finished washing the dishes, and put them away, while I watched.

"Nice to see you Bartley. I suppose I'll see you at lunch?"

"Don't get your hopes up, Darling. I'll see you later Rachel." I said, walking out of the kitchen and into the ballroom.

She knew dämn well she would be seeing me at lunch.

Once I got to the ballroom, the choreographer was already there with my mothers, William, Kate, Harry, and the other groomsman, and bridesmaids.

I know I wasn't in proper attire, but I did not care.

I had developed a slight British accent during my time here, and it showed in certain word choice.

"Bartley. You haven't changed since breakfast, that was two hours ago, where have you been?" William asked me privately.

"I fancy your dish washing girl." I admitted to my best friend, and he asked no further questions. He only gave me a slight smirk, and went on with the dance lessons.

The dance lessons went on alone, and everyone had a partner except me, so of coarse I had to dance with the instructor. I felt as if all eyes were on me, and that made me feel uncomfortable.

When dance lessons were over, it was already twelve thirty, and so everyone that was visiting the palace made their way to the dining hall for something to eat.

Everyone sat at the table and made themselves comfortable, but I didn't really feel that hungry. So, I made my way to the kitchen and let myself in. Cooks hustled everywhere, trying to get the meal ready as fast as possible so that the future king and queen didn't have to wait, even if they were the most patient people I had ever met.

I weaves through the kitchen doors, dodging multiple bodies to try and find Rachel.

When I finally found her, she was placing freshly washed grapes into a bowl, and I snuck up behind her, taking the bowl and eating the grapes even if I wasn't that hungry.

"Damnit Bartley! Those were for.." she trailed off at the end, and my eyebrow raised.

"For who?" I asked.

"For you." She admitted with a flush to her cheeks.

"Well thank you. Red grapes are my favorite." I said, and she took a grape too, popping it into her mouth.

"If you don't mind, I have to get back to work." she sighed.

"It's fine, I have to get back into the dining hall before my mothers notice I'm missing." I said. "I'll see you after?"

"Of coarse." She responded, quickly rushing off to finish something else, and I rushed off into the dining hall, barely going unnoticed.

I didn't eating anything at lunch, only my bowl of red grapes that I knew Rachel had made for me. But I was satisfied nonetheless.

I took my late night swim early in the day, and once I was finished I showered. The smell of chlorine lingered on me when I entered the shower, and I coated my body in body wash and shampoo.

I didn't care how I looked for the rest of the day, because I knew I probably wasn't going to go anywhere.

After getting dressed and leaving my hair in its half-wet form, I walked out of the room, and into a more secluded part of the palace where I knew I could relax.

The game room of the palace was kind of hidden. It was filled with old 1980's games like Donkey Kong, and PacMan.

I ignored the old games, walking over to the flat screen tv and turning on the xbox.

I didn't have much else to do, so I played games until I was too bored to play anymore.

So instead, I decided to put Rachel's number to use, and I texted her.

You busy tonight? -Bartley

Nope, what do you have in mind? -Rachel.

AUTHORS NOTE

HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER.

THERE IS NO DEDICATION, BUT IF YOU COMMENT I MIGHT DEDICATE THE NEXT CHAPTER TO YOU!

Also, in other news, my parents got engaged this week. I'm so excited!

I PICTURE RACHEL AS ASHLEY BENSON

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-ya girl Diana