"He just... Flipped?" Brooke asks walking into my house.
"Yeah." I say plopping onto my couch.
"Well, thank you for sticking up for me." She cuddles up to my chest.
"Anything." I say kissing her head.
~
I walk into her room and throw a dress at her.
"What the hell, what's this for?" She says picking it up.
"Party."
"At?"
"Nialls."
"What? Do you not remember what happened last night?"
"I know, but we made up. So party time."
I go into the living room and watch some tv, waiting for brooke to come back out.
Minutes later she comes out wearing her tiny little black dress. "We're going to regret doing this." She huffs.
"It will be fun, c'mon." I say as we exit the house, and leave for the party.
~
"Glad you could make it." Niall says fist bumping me.
"Let's get this over with." I say walking in.
Truth is, Niall and I didn't make up at all. I am only here to see if I win the bet at all.
I fucking hate myself for this.
BROOKES P.O.V.
I walk into the kitchen and grab myself a drink.
"Long time no see."
I turn around to see Louis standing behind me.
"Louis? Why are you talking to me? Don't you remember what happened last time?"
"Course I do, my jaw hurts really fucking badly." He laughs. "But I'm not trying anything, just wanted to say hi to an old friend."
"Oh, well hi." I smile.
I feel a hand grip my arm. I know who it is without turning around.
"I thought I made it pretty clear to stay away from her." Harry growls.
"Harry." Louis laughs. "Nothing but a friendly chat."
"I'd rather you not."
"Who are you to say who she can talk to or not? Stop acting like her father." Louis groans.
"I know who you fucking are, I know your games."
"No Harold, I know your fucking games. I'm not a player like you."
Harry grabs my arm and pulls me back, him walking forward.
"Seventh grade." Harry says. "You dated a girl, for an hour, broke up with her, and went for her sister."
"Ninth grade." Louis starts. "You fucked a senior."
"Tenth grade. You fingered girls in the locker room, everyday." Harry growled.
"Senior year. You made a fucking bet with Niall to see when he could fuck your girls best friend."
My. Heart. Sunk.
"You what?" I say snapping my arm away from his hand.
"Who fucking told you that?" Harry said, voice low.
"Niall's not quiet when he's drunk."
My eyes water and I run away. I race around the house, calling for Abby.
"Abby!" I cry. "We need to get out of here!" I sob. No one can here me from the pounding music.
I spot her making out with Niall on the couch.
I grab her shirt and pull.
"What the fuck is wrong with-"
"We need to go." I say.
She notices my tears and follows me out.
"Brooke!" I hear harry say. "Brooke please wait!"
"Did you bring your car?" I ask Abby. She shows me her keys. "We need to get out here fast." I start running outside, she follows.
HARRYS P.O.V.
"Brooke I can explain!" I say grabbing her arm.
"What harry? What do want?" She snaps.
I say nothing as I watch the tears stream down her face.
"You're so pathetic." She turns around.
"No! Look it was a bet. Niall made a bet with me to see if he could take Abby's virginity or not tonight. Brooke I fucking hate myself for it but please I need you and I can't have you walk away like this."
"What did you expect me to do? You made a bet to see if Niall could fuck my best friend! Why would that be okay? What does this mean harry? I bet our time was a fucking bet too."
"No brooke I promise it wasn't." I say tears falling. "I love you so much that time was special."
"I can't believe you right now. I thought you actually changed. I should have known you were bad since the prank."
"Baby that was so long ago, please-"
"I fell in love with you harry. Biggest mistake I've ever made." She cries. She turns around and gets into Abby's car with her, and drives off.
I drop to the ground and rip out the grass. Tears falling and screams coming from my mouth.
I get up and walk back into the house.
"Hey harry, what just happened?" Niall says to me.
Without saying a word, I wind up, and hit him in the jaw, just like I did to Louis.
