The Bet

Part 1

this story will mainly be in the point of view of Harry and Louis:)
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Harry's P.O.V:
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"It's that time of the year, boys," Zayn announces over the four of us, cocking an eyebrow. "The bet's."
"We know, we know," Louis waves off, taking a sip of his beer. Being at a crowded bar isn't going to help us one bit with this Bet game. We were all five smushed in the back of the hundred of boothes, so we get no interruptions from fans. Our waitress already made us take photos with her and her co-worker friends.
"Niall, you did a dare last year, so you don't get to do a dare, you give a dare," Liam says, reading off his phone. "As well as Zayn."
I take a swig of this Blue Lighting drink, a punch of vodka hits me with this blue beverage. I'm guessing my face expression spoke for me since Louis was asking if I was alright.
"You okay, Harry?" Louis whispers to me.
I nod, in a sign of yes I'm fine.
"Mates, did you hear anything I just said?" Niall looks at me and Louis with a weird face.
"They were just flirting, it's fine." Zayn chuckles. This whole band thinks there is someone going on between Louis and I.
Nooooooooooooooooo.
"Shut your pie hole," I jab a finger at Zayn. "This isn't fair. Three receive and there are only two giving." I change the subject.
"Niall and I made a plan, as we were saying," Zayn says lowly. "I'm giving Louis and you a bet while Niall does the same but only with Liam."
Zayn slicks his hair back with his hand.
"Can we start," Liam says impatiently. "Hit me, Niall."
Liam has no idea what he's getting into. Niall's the crazy one out of all of us. If he didn't already know that.
Niall looks at Liam, with a sly smile, he begins to read off his phone.
"This dare will take mainly the whole rest of the year, since it's summer right now in America, you have to go until the winter. Break? You begin to really fall for her? Break."
Break means that you're out. Usually Niall gives the loving bet's. You hook up with a girl, then you automatically break her heart.
"Shit, that's like half a fucking year, Niall!" Liam cries, worry strikes in his eyes.
"I have cold cash, fifty thousand is on the table." Niall raises an eyebrow, Liam shakes his head. "More."
"Hundred."
"More, how about... Half a year? Half a million."
"That's nothing, but if you insist. I'll be more rich than shit." Niall chuckles. "Now before I tell you who your lover girl will be...Zayn, tell the boy's their bet."
Zayn looks at us like we're a couple of pork-chops and he's a lion or whatever the fuck a lion eats.
"Louis and Harry. Your bet is with eachother."
"No shit!" Louis adds. He takes another sip of beer.
"Shut up, mate." His face is now disgusted. "Your bet is to date eachother."
"I'm not even gay," I argue.
I like my women the way I like my cats.
Wait, did that come out wrong?
"I have a fucking girlfriend, ya prick!" Louis laughs. "And no offense to my bud Harry but shit, I'm not dating him."
"Now, here comes Liam's bet," Niall booms with laughter. "Since Louis' girlfriend is Eleanor- Liam, that's the girl you'll be dating. You have a week-"
"Hell no, fuck you," Louis points to Zayn, "AND FUCK YOU!"
He lastly jabs his finger at Niall.
I would tell him to calm down, we're in public...but the place is already loud.
"As I was saying," Niall begins to sentence again. "You have a week to sweep Eleanor off her feet. You don't? Break."
"This isn't even fair!" Liam says, "what you planned this before?"
"Yes. I knew this would be hilarious!" Zayn high fives Niall.
I was on the end of the booth, I swi my head towards Louis, he was basically pulling out his own hair.
"How much is on the plate?" I break the tension.
"Half a million. For both of you," Zayn replies.
"Do we have to make this public?" Louis lastly asks. His voice is mixed with confused and worry.
"Break if you don't. It has to be believable. I can call break any fucking time I want," Zayn smirks. He was enjoying this.
"I'm going to the bathroom," Louis announces, making me stand up for him to go through.
I decided to go to the bathroom with Louis, to at least talk about this.
"I'm not touching you, kissing you, whatever the fuck you want to happen- it's not happening." He looks at himself in the mirror, I look aswell.
I look like I've been drinking. Bags under my eyes, messy curls, and my mouth was bright pink, and my breath smelled like vodka. Pure vodka.
"And I'm not screwing you," he says.
"I'm waiting for marriage. The only good thing is that this is for good publicity." I shrug. "We're best friends, it's not like I don't already hug you or shit."
Louis was being extremely rude. I didn't want to have sex with him or anything. Because he has a girlfriend- mate, I'm sorry. Niall and Zayn can make him eat literal shit for all they care.
Louis nods, "I'm sorry." He breathes out.
"For?" I grin.
"For being snappy and bitchy. Losing Eleanor, maybe she'll fall for him." He puts a hand in his hair, w
"She won't. Just don't tell her what's going on. Say that you're both through. Nothing more. You can live with me for this year then I guess get back with her." I say, he looks at me.
"Thanks, Harry." He smiles at me, engulfing me into a hug.
What did I just get myself into?
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Yeah, yeah. Sorry if this was boring ..... Remember it's the first chapter 😂😂😂
Btw, I never copied off of anyone because it took me years to think of something to write without the intent to actually steal- which I don't like doing. Love yaaaa
- Elle