The Bet

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*Harry

I opened my eyes. The light around me made my migraine ten times worse. I tried to remember exactly what happened last night. I remember bringing a hot blond home from the bar. Did I sleep with her? I don't remember. I got out of bed amd put on some clothes. I'm sure the lads are about tired of seeing my naked body every morning. I chuckled to myself.

Louis:Harry, get your sorry bum in the kitchen!

I did as Louis told and made way into the kitchen. Louis was cooking pancakes, Niall was eating leftovers out of the fridge, Zayn was staring at himself in the mirror whilst making kissy faces, and Liam was having one his I love you more fights with Danielle on the phone. Typical morning.

Louis:So how was she?

Louis gave me a wink.

Me:Who?

Louis:Don't play dumb mate, I heard moans from your room almost the entire night.

Liam:That's like the 5th girl this week!

Me:Shutup. Talk to Danielle.

Liam:Can't. She had to go.

He started to fake cry.

Zayn:You really need to slow down!

Me:I'm not that bad, am I Niall?

Niall:Not in this. Sorry mate.

Louis:I bet you can't even get a girl to actually like you!

Me:Yes I can!

Louis:Want to make a bet?

Zayn:Oh dear Jesus, here we go.

Me:You're on!

Louis:Ok, it's December 1st. You have until Christmas to get a decent girl ti fall inlove with you and be your girlfriend.

Me:Deal!

Louis:I get to pick your girl!

Me:No way!

Louis:You'll pick some pretend slut!

Me:Fine!

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