hs: one shots

6. You were just a bet

Harry's POV

"You have to fuck her. Can't put a dare down." Zayn says as he releases the smoke from his lungs.

I roll my eyes and look at her. "She's not even pretty though." I grimace as she tries to dance.

"C'mon it will be fine. One harmless little fuck won't hurt." Louis points out as he takes a swig of his beer. He holds out $500 and Harry looks at it for a split second.

I chuckle and nod my head as I take the money and put it in my pocket. "You're right." I make my way over to her and get ready for the worst night of my life.

3rd Person POV

8 months later

Y/N and Harry have a beautiful relationship together. Always together, never apart.

The other guys were surprised when Harry didn't break up with her. Every single second he was going through a bet, he complained about her all the time.

The guys didn't know if he was just playing her for more sex, or that he really genuinely cared about her. The boys got to know Y/N and she was a very sweet girl. Hardly ever got in trouble, caring, gentle.

Harry's never had someone like that, and that scared them. Harry didn't know how to act every time she gave him a sign of affection like kissing his cheek or forehead.

Even the little touches he received on his back when he was upset. He loved being touched by her. He didn't know how to express himself around her, but she knew how he felt.

It was buy the way he looked at her and how he was always over protective of her. The guys noticed this too. How he would always put her before himself.

He hated how she had such an effect on him. How every little thing he did reminded him of her.

He regretted what he did 8 months ago. All the negative thoughts he had about her. He couldn't change it and that's what scared him the most.

He held her closer and tighter every night, because he didn't know when she was going to find out. He knows that she would leave him, and he didn't want that.

He knew it would be when he least expected it, so he always tried to expect it.

Now when the guys would talk about Y/N, he would blush and shake his head.

A couple of guys had thought maybe he loves her. But whenever Harry was asked that question, he would scoff and say, "look at her."

The guys didn't believe it. They didn't really know what to believe at this point.

They didn't know if it was the drugs he taking or maybe something he was drinking. They didn't know what his deal was.

"So, do you care about her or not." Niall asks as they sit on the couch.

He shrugs. "Doesn't matter. She's just a bet."

They all roll their in unison. "Shut the fuck up, Harry. We all know that you fancy her." Liam says.

He shrugs again. "Okay, so what if I do."

They all smirk. "Thought you didn't care about her."

Harry sighs. "Of course I do. I don't love her though. Never will."

The guys look at each other and kinda shrug it off.

Harry was lying though. He did love her. He wasn't going to tell her. Hell no. He'll just get rejected. He didn't want that from her.