Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

4 ~ Fake Couples

It was Monday morning and I'm getting ready for the bright flashes and the screaming fans. At least that what Harry told me...

Have you ever had a situation that there is someone watching your every move like a stalker? Well, Prince Harry is doing that to me.

As I was putting on my makeup in my room, he stared at me from head to toe. It felt weird because I was wearing my robe and a towel warp around my head as I put on my mascara. I glared at him through the mirror, and he smirked back.

"No girl does that, you know?" He commented.

"Does what?" I ask dumbly.

"Glaring at the Prince of England who is staring at a beautiful girl." I swallowed a small lump on my throat. Did he just said 'beautiful?' I mean, like everybody says that to me, but from the Prince Playboy? He can be choosy in picking which girl to play with.

Finishing my makeup, I let out a big groan. Still, he keep staring at me. I caught him letting his eyes roam in my body. "Do you mind?" I asked turning around to face him.

"No, I just love watching pretty girls like you getting annoyed." He winked. I getting boiling hot that smoke might come out of my ears in every cartoon.

"Well, I do, and I need to get change. So get out!" I pointed at the door. He raise his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, but you have to kiss me when you get to 'our' school." He stood up and start walking out. Wait, what?

"Wait..." I said and he stop.

"Yes, dear?"

"What do you mean 'our' school?" I questioned.

He place his hands in his jeans, "Well, our parents said that we have to go to school together so we can spend more time together. Like I force myself to go to your school just so I can be with you every minute." He explain nonchalantly.

I rolled my eyes as I cross my arms on my chest and lean back on my chair. He came to me and place his hands on my shoulders. His touch startled me as he starts rubbing it lightly. He's making it hard to stifle a moan.

I saw his reflection smirking at me. "You like that, don't you?" I didn't reply, or make him stop. Oh who I am kidding. I don't want him to stop. His hands felt so soft and warm for... a prince who breaks every girl's heart!

I shove his hands away, and got up. My arms are crossed and on my chest. I glared at him with my most deadly stare. "Get out." I told him sternly.

"So soon? I was hoping for a cuddle in your bed." He gave me a flirtatious smile.

"Get out I say!" I push him. He raise his hands in surrender again.

"Alright, alright, my feisty princess. I'm getting out." He gave me one last wink before saying, "Still hoping that you kiss the charming prince of England." I rolled my eyes and slam the door in front of him.

"Ugh! What an ego..." I remark.

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    I gaze out of the window, ignoring the presence of what-his-name. I can tell that he is looking at me, but I don't know why he had a big space between us. Maybe sooner or later he  will come near and put his arm around and say stuff like "You're beautiful" or something.

     I am in the backseat with him in our limousine. I felt uncomfortable yet angry at his presence. Like, why I felt awkward when his around. Jeez, I want to get away from this devil.