Bet

F I V E : R E A L I T Y

It's true what they say; love is blind.

Whenever someone brought up the name Harry Styles I would swoon and could write an entire book on his God like features. How he was sent to Earth to damn those who fell for his smooth words. I could explain in a fully detailed PowerPoint presentation what each picture on his arm looked like. 

I found myself obsessing over the transfer student all through my junior year of high school, salivating at the very look of him. 

I wasn't sure what happened the first day of senior year when I stepped foot into my first period class. It was like a switch flipped and I was able to see the evil that lurked in Harry Styles' heart. I was able to see how he truly treated people. How cocky he was, how he threw around his position on the football team as if it meant something. The record worthy amount of girls that would come into school crying over the heartbreak he caused them. 

He treated woman like dogs. He treated his friends like slaves. He was rude to everyone and everything. No one questioned it. 

Who cares if Harry Styles is screaming English slurs at you? He's giving you attention.

Coming to my senses, I figured the obsession over the British man would have died down by now. It didn't appear that way when he walked through the hallways, arms more buff than the year before. New ink scattered along his left arm, even some trailing up the wrist of his right arm. The new freshman girls swooned over him and he fed into their attraction.

It became annoying. It was irritating. I wanted to finish my last year of high school strong but I couldn't when the teacher constantly had to yell at girls to move seats, or send them to the office because they just wouldn't shut up about Harry Styles. 

The days Harry weren't in school were a blessing. Finally, peace and quiet for once. 

I can't believe I was so attracted to him. 

"Hello? Earth to Y/n?"

I tore my eyes away from my burger to look at Jade. 

"What?" I mumbled before taking a bite of my sandwich. 

"There's a party this weekend. Wanna go?" She smiled at me. 

"Party? Ew no, why would I want to party? I would rather stay at home and catch up on the sleep I've been missing out on for the last two months."

"Oh come on, Debby Downer. It's your-"

"Senior year, blah blah blah. Yes, I am aware, you don't have to constantly tell me that everyday of my life."

Jade rolled her eyes at me, a small pout forming on her lips. She entwined her hands together and shook them in front of her, in a begging manner. 

"Please? Oh pretty please? I don't want to go by myself!"

"How did you even know there was a party?" I sighed, taking a sip of my Pepsi. I hummed in satisfaction and continued to eat my food. 

"I have connects."

A party doesn't sound too bad. It would be nice to get out of the house for once. Except there's only problem..

"Even if I said yes, what on earth makes you think my mom will be okay with it?"

"Just tell her you're staying the night at my house." Jade shrugs. 

I huffed out a laugh, "Yeah, no. I enjoy life? I'm a terrible liar, she's going to catch me and then I'll be in trouble."

"You will be perfectly fine. I'll get my mom to cover up for us, she loves you. Come on!"

I simply sigh out a bored, "We'll see."

"No! There is no we'll see. You're coming and that's that."

"Okay. I'll go if you tell me whose party it is." I raise an eyebrow at her and take the last bite of my school lunch. I could feel my stomach bubble at the undercooked food and nausea slowly raked its way through my body.

"Louis Tomlinson, he's one of the receivers on the football team."

Louis Tomlinson. The name briefly runs through my mind. Why does that name sound so familiar?

"Stop thinking before you kill off a brain cell. Louis Tomlinson also participated in the FES program a few years back. He just wasn't as popular as Harry is. He was really quiet and to himself. Didn't have many friends. Really good at maths though and he has a grossing amount of tattoos." Jade picks at her nails as she explains the boy. I only nod as she continues. "He's only made friends recently, becoming more popular. I hear him and Harry are good friends. I also hear that he throws really good parties so we should go."

I pinch the bridge of my nose feeling a headache beginning to form. 

"F-Fine! Fucking fine. But if I get caught, the blame is all on you."