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Troublemaker

((Hiiii, so sorry for the very very VERY late fic hahaha. So, anyways here’s Haven’s story!! And part one of a hilarious and fun rp I did with @itssara-oc a while ago! Thanks Ana hahah! Anyways, this is not really edited!! And sorry this isn’t very well-written coz it’s been a while and I don’t remember what exactly H was thinking during the rp LOL))

Gosh, how do people wear high heel shoes????????

I groan as I walk, more like stumble, into the garden. Sighing, I take a deep breath of fresh air.

Finally.

Finally, I’m in a place where there are no cameras. No guards. Nobody. Finally, maybe I can be myself.

I growl as I struggle to pull at the straps of my heels only to break them. I sigh in relief as the shoes fall from my feet. Picking them up, I throw the heels far away into some bush.

“Ow!” Some girl scre- wait what!? There is a girl?! I turn around swiftly too see a girl lying on the floor with the shoe next to her.

“oh shit.” I mutter as I look at her then back at the palace and back at her, contemplating whether I should make a run for it or check on the girl. Deciding on the latter, I sigh and say to myself. “Dude, what part of ‘don’t get into any trouble’ do you not understand?”

I walk to Sara and adjust the face mask I’m wearing and hold up two fingers in front of her, looking at her expectantly.

“Huh?” The girl says in confusion, but I refuse to speak. I hate that high-pitched squeaky voice and my throat is already hurting from using that voice for a few days. She tilts her head and does the same, holding two fingers up. “Peace?”

Seriously????

I frown as I try to stifle a laugh. This girl is quite cute. I shake my head to clear myself of the thoughts and finally speak in that ugly fake voice of mine. “if you know that’s peace then i guess you know i have two fingers up.” I offer my hand to her. “Sorry!”

Her face reddens. “Oh, so that's why you had two fingers up…” She looks at my hand hesitating but takes it anyway. I help her up and she frowns as she looks at my er feet. “Wait...you threw those heels?! I...I know they are probably uncomfortable but you didn't need to throw them” She touches her head, wincing. “Also...are you sick? Do you have a cold?”

“Uncomfortable. yes. bad voice. Mask.” I say, trying to speak as little words as possible. I look at her head, concerned. I did hit her with a shoe. “you alright?” I ask, as I peer at her head, trying to examine the damage.

The girl continues to stare at me, tilting her head in curiosity. I look away, trying to hide my face from her. Which is honestly annoying because I have always been confident with my looks, I never had to cover them, but… I sigh again. “I-I'm okay.” She whispers before wincing and her face reddens again. I really hope she’s blushing from embarrassment and not dying from I don’t know, getting hit by a shoe. “Okay maybe I am not that okay... “ She mutters before looking around. “We should probably find somewhere else to be. I'm sure guards will round and find their way here. Then you'll explain everything, mask.” She shakes her head, and takes my hand. Woah, a bold girl. I smirk but then the reality of the situation hits me again and I sober up immediately, trying to focus on everything but her hand as she leads me away. Dude, calm down. You’ve held the hand of a million girls before.

Wait, did she just call me mask?

“Haven. i’m haven. not mask.” I tell her in my ugly ass voice.

“I figured that wasn't your name. But something is telling me that mask may have a pretty big meaning if you mentioned it. Haven. Well…” The dark haired girl glances back to look at me with a small smile. “I am Sara.”

I try to search my memory to see if I can remember any information about this selected, but then I roll my eyes when I remember I was too busy checking them out to remember their province or last name or well… name. Realizing that I haven’t said anything to this girl’s introduction, I end up whispering,

“hello sara”

She probably didn’t hear though, as she whispers, “I don't really know the palace that well and the only place I know that will give us privacy is my room.”

Her- what?! Woah woah woah, wait wow. I’m in a selected’s room!!!!!!

“sorry for the mess.” She mumbles as she all but drags me into her room. I shake my head as I look around it. It honestly is not messy at all as the only thing out of place are the notebooks sprawled on the desk. “First of all, I have a first aid kit so let me just see if I'm good and take some tylenol or something.” She says, all business-like as she heads to the restroom to look for pills. “Then...I'll hear you out...Haven.”

“There’s nothing to-” I begin to say but then I realize she probably can’t hear me. Sighing, I decide to do some exploring as I touch one of the notebooks on her desk.

Because in all honesty, I’ve never been in a girl’s room and had time or light to explore and check out their room, I’m usually… preoccupied.

“Sorry again. I usually make sure to put everything away an-” I hear Sara from behind me, she pauses and her voice drops down into a whisper. “You didn't look at it, right?”

I snatch my hand away immediately and shake my head. I turn around to face Sara and notice the bump.

“Oh.” She says as she smiles in relief. “Sorry, it's just…” She shakes her head. “Nothing. It's nothing.” Without a word, I take the first aid kit from her hands and motions her to sit before opening the kit up to find the stuff needed to treat her bump. “This may hurt.”

It is then I realize I forgot to use my stupidy voice, hopefully, she hit her head too badly to notice.

Okay, that was mean. I take it back.

She sits down immediately, face red again for being sensitive. I try to ignore as she stares at me with those big brown eyes. “Okay”

I hum a bit as I finish treating the bump and look at it proudly. I look down at the girl and realize how close we are and immediately pull away. Clearing my throat, I point to the ointment. “Every day.” Deciding I’ve stayed here long enough, I make a move to go back to my own room, but then I feel her hand around my wrist.

“Wait.” She says, I go still as I feel her getting up from the bed and getting closer. I close my eyes. “You know...You're pretty bad at hiding the fact you are not Haven.”

Fuck. I will my legs to move, but they’re frozen.

“Your voice is too low and it’s obviously not because you're sick. You are pretty well built. You suck at wearing heels. And then you had to mention a mask. That was your mistake so who are you? I'm not an idiot. No wonder you avoided everyone like the plague. Now that I think of it...you skipped the make over as well!” She continues.

The air is silent as we both take in what she’s accusing me off.

So this is how my life ends. That weird dude Arin is going to get me killed.

After what seemed like ages, I finally open my mouth and speak in that stupid fake voice of mine.

“I’m a sick Haven.” I say, and then in my attempt to escape, my mask moves and my nose pops out. I grunt as I turn away from her and try to leave her room. Suddenly, the big rooms in the palace seem almost catastrophic.

“Don't try now. And stop, you're gonna end up hurting yourself and me. You sound like a dying cat.” I feel her glaring at my back as she tightens her grip around my arm, I try not to stiffen as I know she will feel muscles there. She pulls at my arm. “If you try to leave I'll call the guards and that won't look good for anyone.” She tugs harder as I stand my ground, refusing to move. “I have brothers so I'm decently strong.” If we weren’t in the palace and we weren’t both selected, I would’ve laughed at this situation as she huffs in annoyance. “I won't say a word if that's what you're worried about.”

Can I trust her?

I contemplate trying to pull my arm away from her grip but I know if I do it again, we’ll both end up on the floor and while any other day, I won’t mind being on the ground with a hot girl like Sara- well, not today. So I look around trying to find a new escape route instead. Suddenly I see the notebook Sara didn’t want me to read and start to reach for it.

“why is it hard to tell me the obvious truth?” She says with a glare that I ignore. As my finger grazes the notebook, her eyes widen and she uses her hand to stop me from reaching, and tugs on my arm. Hard. I groan in frustration. This girl sure is annoying and unlike those I’ve dealt with before. I flail my arms, trying to get away, not sure how to fight off a girl as I’ve most certainly, never had to do that before.

And then

And then my mask is pulled off.

“Shit.” is all I can say as I stare at the girl in front of me in shock. The room is silent for a second and everything comes back alive again and I begin to put my mask back on. Sara, however, beats me to it. She reaches and takes off the other half of the mask quickly, jumping a bit to do so because of our height difference.

“What the-”

“I-” I pause as I try to think of what to say. “Just so you know, I don’t like the prince. we’re not gay. I mean, i dont know if he’s gay. I’m not. I like girls. I-” I stop again as I realize I’m babbling. And I never babble, Haven does. But not me. I sigh again and pull off my wig and pins and shake my head to reveal my dark curls, knowing that there is no use lying. “So yeah... I’m a guy…”

Sara blinks several times and I glimpse a smile forming on her lips, before she covers her face. “O-kay. I believe you.” She giggles. “I mean if you and the prince were gay it shouldn't be my business and I don't have a say in that. Love is love. I won't tell anyone if that's what you're afraid of. I just...okay so where is the real haven and why are you here? Not that it isn't welcome but this is a selection and they were looking for females only. How were you able to even get here without being suspicious?”

I sigh as I try to process all the questions she throws onto me.

I cock my head to the side and look at the girl in front of me. “Haven’s my sister. She’s... she’s in love with a guy who’s a five and we’re fours and” I pause to sigh as i run my hand through my hair. “obviously our parents didn’t approve. And because she’s stubborn and impulsive, she randomly decided to apply for the selection to prove a point that ‘even if the prince asks me to marry him, I’ll still choose Angelo’. Angelo’s her guy. And of course, because life is a joke, she gets selected! And she finally realizes what she has done and starts panicking because she doesn’t want to come at all. We told her to just come and go after the first day but she’s so scared that Angelo will pull some sacrificial shit and go away or something so that she won’t have to live a life of a five... or our parents may do something while she’s away... long story short…” I trail off and gesture around me. “I pulled the sacrificial shit and mulaned my way in to save her.” I laugh drily. “And as to how I got here. Well, good thing Haven and I have similar eyes. Makeup and a wig helped. And I dismissed my maids and well skipped everything and tried not to talk to anyone…”

Sara looks at me as she listens to my story and as I finish, she looks down. “Until you threw the heels and met me.” She says quietly, hugging herself. Her voice quivers as she says, “y-you're such a great brother. And I could've ruined the whole thing. I could've made things worse.” She looks back up at me. “I'm sorry. I'm glad you're here instead of Haven. She really is lucky to have you as a brother.”

Deciding to lighten up the situation, I wave hand to dismiss her praise. “nahh, i did it only so she would change her account description to ‘I love my brother’” I tell her with a gentle smile and then I notice she looks… sad? “Wait. Why do you look sad? Are you crying?” I pause as I try to think of a way to cheer her up. “Okay this is not what I imagined when a girl pulls me into her room and locks us in it.” I tell her with a smirk.

“Well,” Her cheeks still pink as she wraps her arms around my neck and whispers. “What did you imagine would happen?” Before I can react, she raises an eyebrow as she starts to pull away, smirking, “Because I never imagined pulling a guy dressed up as a girl into my room and locking us together.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m Hardin, by the way. I imagined....” I pause for a dramatic effect. “Well, I can’t tell you coz I’m afraid your head is going to explode from all the blushing if I did.” I wink at her and I stand up. “And I also did not imagine my face to be full of makeup.” I look in the direction of her restroom. “Anything I can borrow? Not sure if I can continue this conversation looking like this.”

She ends up lending me some face stuff as I try to wash away the makeup. I also drastically want to get out of my dress and so we ended up going to my room so I can change back into more comfortable.

And as I get changed in my own bathroom, my mind goes to the girl sitting out there in my room. And for some reason, I feel a bit nervous.

But Hardin Hart has never been nervous because of a girl.

What’s happening to me?