Prologue:
"Seriously? Why me?!"
"I don't know."
"It could've been her - or her - or her!" I groaned, jabbing my finger to the screen that shows a large mass of girls that awaits for him outside.
"Do I really need to answer that?"
"Of Course! Do you think I'd accept 'I don't know' for an answer?" He shrugged.
"Come on, Horan. You know that I hate you, so I don't think it's necessary for me to do this role." I began stomping my way towards the door, grumbling and obviously pissed.
"What if - if I tell you that I want you to be my real girlfriend?"
I came to an abrupt stop.
Did I just heard it right?
"Oh, shit." I whispered.
"Shut up. As if I'd like to have you as my girlfriend. Yuck!" He made a gagging noise, that sent me irking to kick his face. "The Prince of Ire wanting you as a girlfriend? In your dreams."
Fuck You, Horan.
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Hi! ♡
So, this is Divine talking!
This is an idea for a story that I can't remove from my mind. Haha.
Anyway, watch out for "11:11". It's an alternative universe for harry styles... so go on read it!
Will update soon!
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Scheme ➵ n.h.
Fanfiction"For a rich kid, you're an absolute arse." "For a riff-raff, you have a pretty big mouth." "Now we've cleared that we totally hate each other, Why the hell are we here?" "I don't know. I hope it's not another shitty scheme by Mum."
