To Lovely Ass:
Yesterday I forgot to tell you something!

From Lovely Ass:
What was it?

To Lovely Ass:
You're hot with that shirt.

From Lovely Ass:
I know I know, I put it just for you.

To Lovely Ass:
I like how that sounds lol.
Can you actually believe that it's been a month?

From Lovely Ass:
I can, I don't think I'll ever be ready to leave you.

To Lovely Ass:
Stop being so romantic!
It hurts my heart.

From Lovely Ass:
I can't help it.

To Lovely Ass:
You're an ass, you know?

From Lovely Ass:
I know that you're jealous because my ass is way better than yours, but please stop.

To Lovely Ass:
Your ass is bigger than mine just because you're older than me.

From Lovely Ass:
That doesn't make sense.
Maybe you slapped it too many times.

To Lovely Ass:
I won't stop slapping it if that's what you're saying.
And my boobs are way better so stfu.

From Lovely Ass:
They are, I completely agree.

To Lovely Ass:
...
Perv!

From Lovely Ass:
Oh c'mon!

To Lovely Ass:
Just kidding.

"Renata." Harrison stepped in my room and I hid my phone under my pillow before faking a smile. "I need to talk to you." He entered and closed the door, he had a serious expression on his face that made me gulp a little.

"What's up?" I asked as he sat next to me on my bed. "Are you ok?"

He looked at me with his blue eyes. "I am, but you're not."

I widened my eyes. Did he know? There's not way he knew. I raised my eyebrows faking to be surprised. "Why would you say that?"

He shrugged. "I saw you." He simply said.

"Wow." I giggled. "We see each other almost every day." I joked.

"Renata, I saw you with Holland yesterday at the pub." My heart stooped and I freeze. Luckily dad was at work so we were alone at home, but that didn't change the fact that I was fucked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I shook my head. Deny Renata, deny till the end.

"You were there with him and I'm pretty sure there was something romantic between you two."

"Whaaaaat? I wasn't there with a Holland. Are you mad? Our families hate each other! I hate the Hollannds!" I tried to convince him that he was wrong.

"I'm not a fool! I know who are the Hollands, that guy was Tom Holland and you two were kissing!" He yelled and I widened my eyes. "Yeah, I was there with some friends and I saw you."

"First of all, that's creepy. Second, that wasn't Tom Holland." I tried to say calmly. He just looked at me for some seconds without saying nothing. "What?" I asked anxious.

"I'm telling dad." He took his phone out of his pocket and I stopped him immediately.

"Ok ok, it was Tom. Please, don't tell dad." I took his hand. "Try to understand me, please Haz, I know you have an heart somewhere." I was about to cry and his eyes were staring at mine.

"What happens if I don't tell anybody your little dirty secret?" He smirked and I widened my eyes.

"You want me to pay you, don't you?" I asked offended and he nodded. "How about 20£?"

"Mhm." He shook his head. "How about 50£?" I opened my mouth to reply but he cut me off. "Each month."

"Each month? Are you out of your mind?" I yelled. "Do I look like rich to you?"

"Mom gives us 50£ every month, give those to me." He proposed and I stopped to think about it. "Or our parents will never let you leave this room until your 50 years."

"Fine." I snorted standing up and walking towards my desk. I took carefully my 50£ from my wallet and gave them to him. "Here."

"Thank you sis." He smiled happily and I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, why Holland?" He asked then curious.

"Well, I saw him and he was hot. Then Thessa told me he was a Holland, I didn't do it on purpose. We started talking and we liked each other." I shrugged and he narrowed his eyes. "What?"

"I've heard a lot of thing about that Tom boy, never thought you two could actually get along." He explained. "I'm surprised, but don't worry, your secret is fine with me... If you'll keep paying me."

"Sure." I sighed. "What happened between our families anyway?"

"You didn't pay attention to dad's stories, did you?" He laughed and cleared his throat. "Well, our great grandparents were against each other because both of them were in love with the same girl. They decided to fight in order to get her, short long story: the Osterfield man killed the Holland and got the girl.
When our great grandfather was old, Osterfield's brother killed him. That's where our rivalry started." I nodded following his speech.

"It's been ages, why do we keep hating them?" I was so confused.

"Basically because our grandparents kept fighting over the deaths of their parents." He patted my shoulder. "How long?"

"Mhm?"

"For how long did you two, you know, be in this relationship?" He asked, I could sense his voice becoming nervous.

"One month yesterday, we were celebrating at the pub." I smiled at the thought, it was all absolutely perfect. He was perfect and so was our relationship.

"Congrats then, keep staying with him so I can have more money." He winked and then left my room quickly.

I lied on my bed and glared at the ceiling, he was being mean towards me but I couldn't do anything to stop him. I took my phone and started typing.

To Lovely Ass:
So, I have bad news.

From Lovely Ass:
What happened?

To Lovely Ass:
Don't freak out but my brother found out about us.

From Lovely Ass:
HE DID WHAT?

To Lovely Ass:
STOP YELLING!
I managed him.

From Lovely Ass:
I'm scared to ask you how.

To Lovely Ass:
You should be.
I gave him all my money. He wants 50£ every month.
I expect a "thank you my beautiful girl to sacrifice your money for me".

From Lovely Ass:
For us, you meant.
He's a dick anyway.

To Lovely Ass:
He is.
Maybe I should blackmail him somehow.

From Lovely Ass:
That wouldn't help.
I'll pay half of that, we're both in this situation after all.

To Lovely Ass:
You're so sweet.
Let's go to the diner tonight.

From Lovely Ass:
Deal.
See you later sweetheart.

To Lovely Ass:
Bye big ass.