Picking the Right One

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*Louis

I was walking around when I finally noticed Harry wasn't behind me. I looked for him, and noticed he was sitting down whilst pouting. There was alot of people here I thought, so many beautiful girls to choose from. I looked around until I spotted a very pretty brunette. She seems perfect for the bet. I smirked. Time to work my magic.

I walked up to her.

Me:Excuse me, I'm Louis.

The girl beside her was smiling widely. It was kinda scary.

Girl:I'm Paisley.

She held her hand out.

Me:Do you have a boyfriend?

Paisley:Why yes, yes I do. Why?

Me:No reason!

I walked away fastly to go find Harry. This was perfect. With her having a boyfriend there is no way he will win the bet.

Me:Oh Harold!

Harry:What?

Me:I found the target.

Harry:Oh Lord. Who is she?

I pointed at her.

*Harry

I took a good look at the girl he chose for me. She was pretty. I guess I could live with it.

Louis:Go make your move!

I walked up to her.

Me:Hello love. I'm Harry.

Girl:I'm Paisley.

Me:Beautiful name.

Paisley:Uh, thanks.

Girl:I'm Hannah!

Me:Hello Hannah.

Hannah:Do you need a house designer or something?

Me:I'm in need of a house designer actually! Do you design?

Hannah:Paisley does!

Paisley:No!

Me:Please, I will pay good money!

Hannah:You can't say no to ahigh price paying cute customer!

Paisley:Fine!

Hannah smirked and walked away.

Paisley:I'm warning you. Don't pull nothing on me. I've got a boyfriend and I'm not afraid to use this or this.

She pointed towards her knee then foot.

Me:O-ok!

She walked away.

What has Louis gotten me into?

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