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A/N: I'm going to put a short author's note right here: the bet won't be talked about much for a little while, but it is still going on and both Emma and Harry are aware of it. Just remember that. Also, I know the chapters listed in French also don't make sense now, but just bear with me here. You'll understand it all eventually. BTW in paragraph 1, if you recognize the quote, you a real homie.

The theme song for this book is When the Darkness Comes by Colbie Caillat is just perfect for the whole entire book I can't even explain it.

And All About Us by He Is We feat. Owl City is a good one too for Harry's feelings. Like a really good song description for him. The girl part would be Emma and the boy part would be Harry. It's really good for them.

And lastly, of course, All of Me by John Legend bc perfect love song.

So this wasn't a short author's note... I'm going to post my soundtrack for this book . It should be up by the time you're reading this.

Okay enough talking.

Enjoy!

HARRY'S POV:

I don't believe in love, obviously. Here's the thing, I know love exists, I just don't think it can happen for me because I'm well, me. Although, Emma's passion about it is starting to make me think maybe I could be capable of it. But, since I don't believe in it at the moment, I also don't believe in love at first sight. I believe you can be completely infatuated with someone, like how I am with Emma. The moment I saw her, she was addicting. I was awestruck and just hypnotized by her. She might have me fall in love with her and if that happens, so be it. I will gladly hand that beautiful angel her two hundred dollars and spend the rest of my life trying to please her.

Honestly, what the hell is happening to me? I'm admitting that I have an infatuation with Emma while I slave over my stove, cooking her dinner. I cook dinner for myself, but I have never, ever cooked for a girl.

If she is allergic to any of this shit, I'm going to beat myself up for the rest of my life. I was such a dick yesterday, surprise surprise, that I need to make it up to her. I'm ready to show her I can be there for her. When she's feeling lost, I'll be there for her. When the darkness comes and takes over her, I'll be here waiting, hoping, praying, that she finds her way back to me. I'll leave my feelings for her hidden in the sun for her to find.

The oven dings and I take out the lasagna, pretty much one of the only recipes Mum ever got to teach me. I had to teach myself the rest, so this one is really special to me. It's sort of like giving her a piece of Mum. How I wish Mum could meet Emma. They would love each other.

I don't want to think about Mum right now, it just angers me that she left me all alone in this cruel world.

I knock on Emma's door and she appears within seconds of my fist leaving the door.

"Hi," she says, rocking back and forth on her feet.

"Hi," I reply and grab her hand. She jumps, but then composes herself before locking the door to her apartment. I lead her into mine, which I made sure looked perfect for her. She looks around, her hazel eyes twinkling.

Her gaze shifts from the mantel in the living room, to the paintings hanging on the walls, to my eyes. I give her a smile and she wanders into the kitchen, looking at the table which is dressed with candles and a bouquet of red roses.

I just want her to know that I'm sorry and I'm not good with words. "It smells so good in here," she compliments me and twirls around, bumping into my chest with a wide grin on her face. I catch her in my arms before she tumbles to the ground and we both start laughing. I want to make her laugh more. I want to be the cause of the melodic sound.