Harry Styles One Shots

First Date (Bet 2)

Trigger warning

Mention of abuse, self harm, attempted suicide and depression towards the end. Read at your own risk.

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My steaming shower did nothing to relax me. I stood under the hot stream, my makeup running down my face. I sat down on the tiles allowing the warmth to wash over me and attempt to clear my mind but to no avail.

I agreed to the loser bungee jumping off of the Golden Bridge. I don't want to bungee jump off of a bridge!

I mean it's simple; don't fall for the asshole.

What even possessed me to bring up such a stupid idea? What kind of stupid mind altering alcohol was flowing through my veins that said, 'Hey Abigail, maybe you should suggest being Harry Styles' fake girlfriend.'

Idiot.

Abigail, you are truly the dumbest person to ever roam the Earth. Now you're playing some stupid love game with the biggest player alive.

Just don't fall for his charms. His gorgeous looks.. His pink lips.. I wonder how his lip ring would feel-

"No!" I screamed at myself, tangling my hands in my wet hair. I curled myself, resting my head against my bent knees as the hot water beat down on my back.

I'm already losing this stupid game.

After a while, the heat became too much to handle and I turned off the water. When I pulled back my shower curtain, I heavily breathed at the amount of smoke fogging the bathroom. I wrapped my towel around my body and picked up my dirty clothes before I walked to my room. I dumped them in my hamper and made my way back to the bathroom. I used my hand to wipe away the fog that stuck to the mirror.

As I stared at my reflection, makeup streaking down my face, I wonder just what the fuck was wrong with me.

"Idiot." I muttered to myself before I started to clean myself up. I washed my face, removing all of my makeup. I brushed my teeth and french braided my hair down my back.

After successfully making back to my bed, I cuddled into the warm blankets and soon after I was drifting off to sleep; unwillingly dreaming of a tall British boy with forest green eyes.

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"You look gorgeous today." Hot breath fanned my neck. I shrieked in surprise, jumping away from the person standing behind me. His deep laugh made me roll my eyes. "Seriously? Do we really have to act like we're madly in love?"

"Well, isn't the point of this bet supposed to make you fall in love with me? And vice versa," He questioned. I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Can you at least tone it down a little bit? You'll draw attention to yourself."

"That's fine. It'll make.. Whatever this is much more believeable to everyone else."

I grabbed my books from my locker and slammed it shut before walking away from the boy who made my heart race with giddiness and disgust.

"I just want you to know that I don't believe in love. So this game will fly by and you'll swoon over me in no time. Unless you already are," He winked. I gave a look of disgust, "As if."

"Aren't you the girl who ran into the pole on my first day because you were too busy checking me out?"

I laughed at the memory, embarrassment flushing my cheeks. I quickly regained my composure before he noticed. He cannot know that I was the girl who busted her nose and her lip because I was so distracted by his looks. It'll boost his ego and give him a lead in the game and I don't want that. I don't want him to think I like him because I don't. But if he asked me to drop my panties, I would.