Bet On It | H. Styles

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Six Years Ago

Wendy was surprised to say the least.

The rage within her dwindled at a quick pace as their lips tangled together. Before she could really process what she was doing, she pulled him closer, and she didn't know why.

He was the bane of her existence; But she craved his touch. He was part of the reason why she felt so alone; But she couldn't get enough of him.

This wasn't good for her physically, mentally, emotionally, in any way shape or form. But they stood there on that sidewalk, just making out.

The picture of it might seem odd to the average bystander. A boy and girl kissing very intensely on a much public street, completely oblivious to their surroundings. Silly Harry left his car on with the keys in the ignition. Someone could steal his car and he wouldn't even notice, as he was so engrossed in Wendy's embrace.

Her rage at Harry may have diminished, but her rage at herself grew stronger. Wendy hated how weak she felt in this moment, that she was okay with this happening.

It was then that Wendy came to her senses. Because she wasn't okay with this happening. She knew that her and Kenny weren't official, but if she found out he was kissing another girl, she would feel broken; More so than she already is.

And she knew she couldn't continue this any further for she was afraid of what she would do, and she didn't want to find out. Not to mention the idea of kissing him sickened her no matter how much the actual act excited her.

Wendy pushed Harry away from her, them both breathing rapidly as they tried to catch their breaths. They stood there staring at each other for what felt like forever. Wendy was half-tempted to grab his face and start kissing him again.

"You. . . you can't just do that! How dare you think that this, that, was a good idea!" Wendy was fuming, her face flushing a deeper shade of red prior to her make out session.

"I have a– I have a Kenny! And you– you have a girlfriend! A fucking girlfriend and you want to pull that shit? I really hope there's a warm spot for you right in Hell you despicable ass–"

Harry interrupted, "Karla and I are done."

For a moment, the anger inside Wendy settled at the breaking news. Her stomach turned as if she was told the happiest news.

"What?"

"We're done. She cheated on me with that asshole from the party. Ian, I think his name is, I don't remember. I may go to Hell but, not for this," Harry shrugged, now sitting down on the curb below them.

Wendy was completely astonished to say the least. Karla seemed so. . . tranquil? She seemed like the type that nothing really bothered her, and that she was a happy-go-lucky kind of person. Not that she's not now, but Wendy never would've pegged her for being a cheater. She felt bad for Harry, truly.

"Harry, I'm–"

"I don't need your pity, Wendy. That's the last thing I need."

Wendy didn't know what to say. They were never a heart to heart kind of friendship. Not really even a friendship. These moments when Harry seemed so vulnerable were a rare occurrence. The last time Wendy had seen Harry so lost was when he found out his pet cat died eight years ago. He really loved Sebby.

But there was no way Wendy could not discuss what just happened. To be honest her feelings for the boy ahead of her had always been so jumbled. She did use to have a crush on him but that was quickly squashed when they went on nonstop bickering sessions. Her whole life she's led with the idea of hating Harry Styles, with the small ticking thought of liking him at the back of her subconscious.