Love Is A Bet (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

*Harry's P.O.V.*

"Do it." I dared my best friend as a giant smirk grew on my face.

"Fine" he winked before drinking the whole bottle of beer down in one gulp. I gave him my 'i'm-impressed' smile until he let out a loud burp and some Heinken flew onto the table.

 "Haha, nice try buddy," I laughed patting him on the back.

My phone buzzed loudly so I pulled it out of my pocket to see what it said.

"Who is it?" asked Louis leaning over. I read the message and pressed the 'Delete' icon on my blackberry.

"Just some girl I met at the club last week," I said casually. Louis sighed loudly.

"What?" I asked.

"Seriously man, if you aren't gonna call the girl or even reply to her messages why would you give her your number in the first place?" he asked.

I looked at him like he was crazy. "Dude, she's hot" I said grinning. Louis shook his head as Zayn, Niall and Liam entered the room.

"Who's hot?" asked Niall taking a seat across from me.

"No one." I said a little too quickly.

"Harry, hate to be the one to tell you but you are such a player" stated Louis.

"P-L-A-Y-E-R" sang Zayn. I glared at Zayn and ruffled my hands through his hair.

"HEY!" He screamed clutching his head. 

"If I'm such a player, then why don't we bet on it?" I said grinning.

"You guys! No more bets. We still haven't gotten all the paint off of Louis!" Niall said.

"And Harry, no offence but you would lose that bet right away.." muttered Liam.

"Well if you think I'l lose then let's bet. C'mon guys!" I whined. All the boys stood up.

"Alright. You have to pick the most unattractive girl in this restaurant and date her for the next...let's say 3 months. If you dump her or cheat on her then you lose the bet," stated Louis.

"What happens when I win?" I smirked.

"You can have the flat for a month. And the car." replied Louis.

"Perfect." I said as I shook all their hands.

We sat down and waited for our waitress to arrive. I looked for my future fake girlfriend but no one really caught my eye. My thoughts were interrupted when a petite waitress came to take our order. She was kinda cute...But she wore nerdy glasses and her hair was in a knotted ponytail. She looked super bored and her body was covered in layers of clothing that you couldn't see an ounce of skin until you reached her face.

I met Louis' gaze and he mouthed: "I pick her" and I nodded before whispering the news to the boys. The waitress tapped her foot impatiently.

"What can I get for you?" she asked quietly.

"How bout you...to go?" I asked doing my best flirty face. She looked past her notebook and our eyes met.

"Sorry. But I'm not your type" she muttered.

"Then what is your type?" I practically laughed. She blushed slightly.

"Not you.." Her cheeks flushed red. Just by looking at her and talking to her, I knew her experience in boys was very low or potentially non-existent.

The boys 'ooohhh' and 'ouuuuu'd but I kept my gaze fixed on the girl. 

"I'm not gonna order anything till you let me take you on a date," I said touching her hand. She flinched and took her hand away from mine. The waitress turned on her heels and marched towards the Staff Room.