One Direction Preferences

You're a bet

You're a bet...

Harry - "Harry..." Louis eyes you suspiciously as you walk into the restaurant with him, hand in hand.

"What?" Harry shrugs, pulling out the chair for you to sit.

You watch as all the boys look around and shift in their seats awkwardly. They all look at one another and between you and Harry.

"So, um, (Y/N). How long have you and Harry been, um, together for?" Liam asks, stuttering and fumbling over his words.

"About a month," you smile and Harry wraps an arm around you, kissing your temple.

"Harry, it's been long enough," Louis snaps suddenly, slamming his hand on the table. His face is serious and you have no idea what is going on.

"Lou, no... it's different," Harry says between clenched teeth. His voice his deep and raspy, on guard.

"It doesn't matter if it's different of not, you can't just not tell her. That's cruel," Louis raises his voice, using his hands as he speaks.

"Louis, mate, not now," Niall urges, looking at you and giving you a small halfhearted smile.

"What... what is this about?" You ask slowly, looking between all the boys who look down sheepishly. All except Louis that is, who is glaring at Harry. You start to shift uncomfortably and your heart races, starting to panic.

"Baby, it's nothing. Louis' just being a dick," he mumbles, tightening his arm around you and running a nervous hand through his curls.

Louis' eyes go wide before they burn with rage. He shoots up from his seat and you jump as it topples onto the floor, all the boys looking up at him in shock.

"Fuck you!" He shouts at Harry as all heads in the restaurant turn. "You can't say I'm a dick when I'm only trying to protect her!" He shouts, pointing at you.

Harry starts to stand, his jaw locked but Louis cuts him off.

"Love, I'm sorry but Harry only started dating you because the rest of us thought you two wouldn't last more than two weeks. He got a nice night out at the bar for it too," Louis says to you, softening his tone some but not much.

"Louis!" Harry shouts, standing and lunging across the table.

In the chaos, the other boys stand and try to calm the situation down, Liam yelling and telling everyone that they should leave but no one will listen. You, on the other hand don't do anything but stand quietly from your seat and leave the restaurant without being noticed.

You don't want to believe what you heard, that Harry stayed with you to get a night of free drinks out with the guys. You really fell for him and everything felt so real. It was love, at least you thought it was. With a broken heart and tears falling, you walk down the street, past a few fans who want nothing to do with you. You feel absolutely dejected.

"(Y/N)!" You hear Harry call and hear his footsteps slamming on the pavement. You turn around to see him running after you while the other boys keep the fans occupied. You stop and wait for him to catch up to you, your hands balled into fists.

"Baby -" he pants when he reaches you and lifts a hand to your face but you smack it away.

"How could you!" You yell through the tears. "How could you let me love you, give you everything when it meant nothing? You're a sick bastard Harry Styles!"

His green eyes shine with pain and his eyebrows pull together in shock. "You really think I did that? Sure it started that way, but after just a day you reeled me in. You think I would have kept being with you afterwards if I didn't actually love you?"