The Love Bet || Harry Styles

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Harry's POV

I felt something in that kiss. I'm not quite sure what it was but it didn't seem good. I'm not falling in love. This is just some stupid bet and it's staying as just some stupid bet.

When the party was over, we got in the car and dropped everyone off at home. But Blaze fell asleep before we got to her house.

When we got to her house, I carried her out to the house. I turned the handle but the door was locked. I turned around and walked back to the car.

"Her door is locked." I told Liam, who was driving.

"Wake her up then." Liam says.

I shake my head. She looks too peaceful to wake up.

"Find her key in her purse." Zayn suggests.

"No. That's not right. She'll just stay with me. It won't hurt her."

Liam nods as I get back in the car and he drives away.

Blaze's POV

I roll around trying to go back to sleep but I couldn't so I opened my eyes to see a room but it sure as hell wasn't mine.

I sat up to see Harry lying on a couch, sleeping.

I got up and walked over to him, poking him.

"Harry," I whisper.

"Mhm." He mumbles, rolling around.

"Harry, tell me where I am."

He opens his eyes and sits up.

"Oh, you fell asleep in the car last night but when we got to your house, your door was locked and I didn't want to wake you or go through your purse so I let you sleep here." He explains in his morning voice which was sexy.

"Well, thanks." I say. "This is your house right? Not some random persons?" I ask.

"This is my house." He confirms, laughing.

"Okay." I sigh, reassuringly. "Well, can you drive me home?"

He sits up, nodding. "Let me get dressed first."

I nod and watch him crawl out of the bed.

His hair was even perfect in the morning. Wow.

He picks out his clothes as I sit on the bed waiting for him. He starts to take his shirt off but I stop him.

"Ehm." I cough.

"Oh yeah, sorry." He says, chuckling.

He walks to the bathroom I'm guessing.

He comes back in with a Rolling Stones shirt on, black skinny jeans, and white converse. To be completely honest, he looks hot. But I don't like him.

"Like what you see?" He jokes, smirking.

"No." I laugh, shaking my head.

He fake cries while I laugh.

"You're such a baby." I tell him.

"You mean, such a babe."

"In your dreams." I say, laughing.

He leads me out to his car and he starts the car.

"Thanks for letting me stay at your house and thanks for driving me home." I tell him, getting out of the car.

"Anytime. See you later." He waves.

I nod and walk into my house to see Bradley and Whitney sitting at my kitchen table.

I furrow my eyebrows while shutting the door behind me.

"What are you guys doing here?" I ask in confusion.

"We need to talk." Whitney says, sternly.

I nod and turn to see my mom sitting on the couch listening to us.

"But let's go to my room." I say, walking upstairs as they follow behind.

Once we get into my room, they both start yelling at the same time.

"One at a time." I say.

"Look, I'm happy that you listened to me and you're hanging out with Harry but you bailed on us." Whitney speaks.

"Yeah, you even blew me off yesterday after school without even telling me you wouldn't be walking with me." Brad says.

"But-" I tried to talk.

"No. You aren't even sitting with us at lunch anymore." Brad continues.

"You have no time for us anymore." Whitney says, softly.

I knew this would happen but Whitney told me to hang out with him and he kept popping up everywhere so I just decided to give him a try.

"I'm sorry. I really am. Maybe, you guys could eat with us?" I apologize.

"We don't fit in with that crowd." Brad says.

"I don't either." I tell them.

"Blaze, you're already in that crowd." Whitney speaks.

"So, we can't be friends anymore?" I ask, softly.

"I don't think so." They both say in a unison, walking out of my room.

I sigh, trying not to cry. I needed someone to talk to about this but I don't have anyone. I just lost my friends. But then, Harry came into my mind.

"Hello?" Harry answers.

"Harry." I cry.

"What's wrong?"

"I just lost my friends."

"What happened?" He asks.

"You." I answer.

"What?"

I decided to hang up.

It's basically all Harry's fault why I'm not friends with them anymore. He's the one, making me eat with them, always hanging out with me. Or maybe I'm just overreacting. But whatever it is, I'm not dealing with it right now.

Harry kept calling me so I turned my phone off.

What am I going to do?