Bet On It | H. Styles

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Six Years Ago

Around noon, Derek's car had pulled into Wendy's driveway. Patty had arrived to come retrieve the car.

But before the two could dash off before interrogation by their best friend, Wendy ran out of the house as quick as she could and down the driveway to meet up to her friends.

"Hello, lovebirds," Wendy smiled sweetly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Patty stared at her friend with the most unamused look on her face.

"Why so pouty? Was he really bad?" Wendy whispered the last part to her friend, but still loud enough for Derek to hear.

"Hey!" He remarked, giving his own pouty look.

"I have a hangover," is all Patty said before snatching her keys from Wendy and opening the driver side door to her car.

"Oh, no you don't. You both hold on just a second," Wendy crouched in between both cars, whipping her head left to right to see both of her friends behind the wheels of their car.

"Us four are going out for lunch; I'll even treat. I want to have a nice chat with the two of you, regarding me and Harry. I'll text you where, but you best be there by two, or, well, you don't want to know what I'll do to you," Wendy brought back her sinister smile before blowing the two a kiss and sauntering back into her home.

"Regarding her and Harry?" Derek questioned, as puzzled as ever.

"I hope it's good, but my gut is telling me otherwise," Patty whined, banging her head softly on her steering wheel to avoid anymore damage that comes with a hangover.

The two drove off soon after, dreading this upcoming lunch.

Wendy wasn't so fumed like she was the night before about this whole 'bet' situation. The boiling anger subsided to a light sizzle as the thoughts churned in her head with endless possibilities of what this whole thing is about.

Instead of wasting away all of her thought power right now, she decided to wait until lunch to continue to think about this. Instead, Wendy decided to take a little nap for she had nothing to do for the two hours until she saw her friends.

A few before two, Wendy texted her friends to meet at that pizzeria again.

Surprisingly, they all seemed to arrive at the same time. They walked in, requesting a table for four, and sat at the same booth they had previously.

Before Wendy could be seated next Harry again, she was quick to jump in the same side as Patty. A quiet scoff could be heard from Harry, but Wendy chose to ignore. Plus, with the couple separated, they may be less likely to coerce with one another.

After ordering just a regular pie, the quartet sat in an uncomfortable silence for what felt like forever.

"So– um, what's up?" Derek asked, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

"We know what you've been up to," Wendy started, taking a sip from her soda.

"What... what do you mean?" Patty questioned, stunned by Wendy's authoritative voice.

"Go on, tell them Harry," Wendy told the boy that's been awfully quiet the entire time.

"This is your interrogation, not mine," he remarked, leaning back in the booth.

"Right, 'cause this has nothing to do with you?" Wendy scoffed.

"Frankly, I don't care," he shrugged, earning a glare from Wendy.

"We know there's a bet," Wendy stated. At this news, the two under this interrogation turned nearly ghost white.

"Uh- I," the two stuttered.