The Love Bet || Harry Styles

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I walked into class a few minutes earlier than I usually do and I saw him staring. I didn't bother to look at him. But why was he staring at me?

I ignored his stare and sat in my seat next to my friend, Whitney.

"Hey, I saw Styles looking at you." She tells me, smirking.

I rolled my eyes and opened my books.

"You should be happy." She says, poking my arm.

"Not really." I say, shaking my head.

"Why not? He's hot."

"Whitney, just because he looked at me, doesn't mean anything."

"Right." She nods, leaving me alone.

I sigh and wait for the teacher to begin class.

Harry's POV earlier that day

"Are you serious? You haven't had a girlfriend since the beginning of the school year? Wow." Louis shouts, running to catch up with me.

"Yep." I answer, rolling my eyes.

"Do you want one?" Niall chimes in.

"Nah." I shake my head.

Why are they doing this?

"Harry. You're popular and prom is soon. What are you going to do, go alone?" Zayn asks.

"I don't know. Can we talk about this later?" I ask in an irritated tone.

"No. We're going to make a bet." Niall demands.

'"Why?"

He shrugs. "It'll be fun. So you have to make a girl fall in love with you and you have to take her to prom. Then after prom, the bet is over. If you loose, you go alone and I make you do something super embarrassing on stage at prom."

One problem. I don't fall in love. Not since after my last girlfriend.

Long story short, she cheated on me with four other guys. That's what I get for falling in love with the wrong person. But now, I'm afraid to fall in love because it could be the wrong person.

"What do I get out of it?" I ask.

"A girl." He smirks.

I really don't want to do this at all.

"I could easily get a girl. Watch." I say, walking towards some chick.

"No. I pick the girl." He says, as the other boys go their separate ways.

"Fine." I huff.

"Wait, let's shake on it." Niall demands, sticking his hand out for me to shake it.

I never knew a hand shake could mean a lot, but this one does.

I poorly take Niall's hand and we both shake our hands.

"The bet is on." Niall says with a smirk.

We walk around trying to find a girl. Well, Niall's trying to find a girl. I don't want to do this. I don't want a girlfriend. Ugh, fucking Niall.

"I have the perfect girl in mind, but I can't find her." He says.

"Who?"

I hope she's at least hot.

"Blaze Connors." He tells me, smirking.

"No. Anyone else but her." I say, shaking my head.

"Yes, Harry. A bet is a bet. What do you have against her?"

"Nothing. I just don't know her and she's not hot."

"She's a babe. Now have fun."

"Fine." I roll my eyes.

Blaze's POV

After I grabbed my lunch, I walked to the table where my friends and I sit at.

"Hey." I say to everyone as they munch on their food.

"Hey." Brad replies.

There's Brad or Bradley (I call him both), and Whitney. It's just us.

"Styles was looking at her today." Whitney announces to our table.

"Really?" Brad rose his eyebrows with surprise.

"Yep, I saw it with my own eyes." Whitney says, not really making sense.

I begin to eat until Brad says something I wasn't expecting to hear.

"Speaking of Styles..."

I turn around to see what he was talking about and there he was, walking towards our table.

"Blaze." His raspy voices speaks.

I furrow my eyebrows, not really getting why he was talking to me.

"Would you like to come sit with my friends and I?" He asks, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"No. I'm good." I say, turning back to my friends.

I stay in that position for a minute.

"Did he go away?" I whisper.

"Yeah." Brad nods.

Thank god.

"Why'd you turn him down?" Whitney asks.

"Because, I don't want to sit with them. I don't even fit in."

I was walking back home with Brad, kicking rocks every now and then.

"Soooo." I say.

"Sooo. Got an eye out for anyone?" He asks.

"Brad, I don't date or fall in love." I remind him.

"I know. But do you have an interest or I don't know how to say it."

"I know what you're trying to say." I laugh. "But yeah, this one guy in my writing class. His name is Justin."

"He has a girlfriend. You know that right?"

"Ugh, stupid people and their love."

Then we approached my house.

"I'll see you later." I tell him.

"Bye." He waves.