Harry Styles One Shots

Bet (Requested)

This was requested by the one and only readytorun94. This was an idea I had for a full story a while ago but never got through to finishing it. This will be in two parts, possibly three. If you want one, DM me!
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"I heard you're a player. So let's play a game. Let's sweet talk, play fight, and talk 27/4. Let's tell each other good morning, and goodnight everyday, and take walks together. Let's give each other nicknames. Let's hang out with each other's friends, and go on dates and talk on the phone all night long. Let's hold each other, and kiss and hug. And whoever falls in love first... Loses."

I stared at my flushed face in the mirror planted on my bathroom wall.

Why would you do that? What is wrong with you?!

Harold Edward Styles. He was the biggest flirt in my school. He participated in the FES program, coming from somewhere in England. Homer Chappie, I think it was.

When he was first transferred, I thought he was the most gorgeous and intricate person ever. His thick and raspy accent had me melting in my seat when he was called on to read aloud. His bright forest eyes had me in a trance when we would accidentally lock eyes. His thin lips had been tinted a deep shade of pink and a silver ring hugged the end of his lip. He had tattoos all along the sleeves of his arms and even some on his chest and I wanted to trace my fingers along each picture until they were branded in the back of my mind.

He was an all around gorgeous man with perfect grades and amazing strength. He made the football team and it was like he wasn't even trying his hardest. Tackling his teammates in practice, running from one end of the field to the other without losing breath. He dressed to the nines, seemingly shaming his classmates with their skimpy clothes that were most likely thrifted.

I fell hard for his looks until I realized that his beauty only rested on the outside; the inside was dirty and ugly.

Harry's personality was disgusting. He was so egotistical, he was cocky. He treated people like shit. He expected everyone to do for him but he didn't do things back to them. He was a bully. All because he was announced co-captain for the football team.

I'm not sure if he always acted like a complete douche bag or if he recently developed the trait but once I woke up from my hypnotized daydream, everything was shot. Instead of swooning over him, I was disgusted if his name was simply brought up.

How can someone so gorgeous have such an ugly personality? It's sad really. Oh well, not my problem.

It wasn't my problem until one night, my friend Amaris and I went out to a party. The same party was held every Friday night and was hosted by a mutual friend between me and my brother. His name was Louis Tomlinson.

This would be my first party of his that I attend. I always went out to clubs but just because it became a routine habit my brother adapted for me. The plan that went for Amaris and I had been to go out to the club but she wanted to go to Louis' party. She convinced me with the words, 'Why would we go to a bar and spend a bunch of money on booze when we can go to Lou's and not spend anything?'

Going to a party that has free alcohol? Count me in.

So there I was, in the middle of his freakishly large house, red solo cup sloshing the alcohol inside as I danced with Amaris.