Love Is A Bet (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10

*Harry's P.O.V*

It's been a week since my big screw up with Kylie and I can't get her out of my mind.

The past week I haven't slept at all and the boys are worried about me.

"The bets off. I win." Louis said two days ago.

"Was it really worth it?" Zayn added.

I made a mistake. A mistake that I needed to fix on my own. Well, that's what Liam said.

I keep thinking about Kylie. Her dimples when she laughs, her bright eyes when she's happy. Her blond hair flowing when she laughs.

I needed her, and needed to get her back. She made me feel real.

She didn't treat me like Harry Styles, one fifth of one direction. She treated me like Harry Styles annoying but cute boyfriend.

From that moment I shared a kiss with her, I wasn't acting anymore.

I truly am in love with Kylie Roberts and I don't know why.

Without her I am just a celebrity living in a fake world.

People act like they like you or act like you nailed a good performance. The moment the money or the cash makes contact with their greedy hands, they'll dump you to the curb and move on.

"Ready for the interview?" asked Niall fixing his hair.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I replied cheekily.

We all got all our stories straight for the interview and it was at one of the hottest radio stations in the UK.

The station's name is called 'Beat Freaks' and I was super nervous. Our interviewer was some new girl and I don't think they mentioned her name.

We were greeted by a stressed Paul.

"Boys, can I please talk to Harry?" he asked, taking me away.

"Yeah?" I asked adjusting my blazer.

"Since you have the interview today you have to clear the air. I'm sorry Harry but you have to say what management wants or else it will ruin the band." said Paul in a serious tone.

"So I have to say that she cheated on me. Then later on she will admit it?" I asked.

Paul slightly nodded as he also realized how cruel the plan was. He patted me on the back before we entered the limo.

"Best of luck." he said. I nodded as we drove off.

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"Alright, if anyone asks any questions about Kylie you simply either have to dodge the question or make things right," said Liam as he fixed his plaid shirt.

We made our way over to the front of the station and the limo dropped us off. The other four boys and I hopped out of the limo and walked into the station.

"You need to go into room B2 for the interview. It has posters of bands and red wallpaper. We are starting in five," spoke the man at the front desk. We followed his directions into a small room which seemed to fit his description.

A girl was struggling to write notes into her little notebook. I smiled at her. She looked strangely familiar. Almost too familiar. She adjusted her glasses and wiped imaginary dust off her slim figure. Once she stood up, I knew immediately who she was. Kylie.

She noticed us watching her and stood up shocked. She quickly paced out of the room and came back moments later with her boss. I could almost make out their conversation.