Love Is A Bet (Harry Styles)

Chapter 12

*Zayn's P.O.V.*

Kylie slammed the door on my face and I felt a surge of anger fill my body. I banged and banged on the door but still no response came from the other side. Kylie needed to know the truth. I am madly in love with her and I won't stop until we are one. Till she realizes she loves me back or till she realizes what kind of person Harry really is. A player.

"You can't stay in your flat forever. And when you decide to come out, I will be here waiting for you," I spoke into the door.

Silence filled the area as I realized Kylie was no longer there. I simply sat down and waited.

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My eyes felt heavy and were purely red due to my lack of sleep. How long have I been waiting for Kylie? I glanced at my watch and tried to see the time.

December 12, 2012: 12:34AM. I have been waiting since yesterday!

I got up, aggravation filled my body as I stomped away from her flat. I crashed right into a strong body and immediately lost my balance. I fell to the floor as a curly haired boy helped me up.

I recognized his face almost instantly and stepped back from him.

"Why are you here Harry?" I asked coldly.

"I should be asking you the same question." Harry glared into my soul.

"I just came to see Kylie." I defended.

"That's funny, because I am coming to see Kylie right now. As a matter of fact, we're having a sleepover for the next month." Harry smirked.

I gritted my teeth at his attempt to get under my skin. It worked.

I don't know what happened. It could've been because I was angry at Harry. It could've been because I wanted Kylie badly, or it could've been me going mad.

Regret soon filled my body as I dug my fist into Harry's skull. Harry fell to the ground in aching pain clutching his head as I stood there, almost feeling pleasure towards his pain.

I was about to go help him up as remorse and guilt were placed on my shoulders. I heard a small noise coming closer and closer so I ran. I left my best mate on the ground just because he loved the girl that I loved. Now I just needed to find out who Kylie really loved.

*Harry's P.O.V.*

My eye was now throbbing and I'm pretty sure it was the colour of purple by now. Zayn quickly ran away as he heard a voice grow near.

"Harry!" screamed a feminine voice.

She dropped to her knees next to me and I realized she was wearing a night gown and her hair was in a neat ponytail. Kylie.

She ran away and came back seconds later with a small ice pack. She pushed it lightly against my weeping eye as I tried to replay the situation in my mind. Zayn, my best mate, punched me in the eye because he loves Kylie.

"Oh my god, Harry. We need to get you to an ambulance. Your eye won't open." Kylie's voice sounded shaky as I realized the bruise on my eye was probably worse then I'd imagined it to be. She gently ran her hand across my forehead to give me comfort as her other hand dialled the ambulance.

My vision turned fuzzy, almost as if fog had entered the room. Kylie hung up on the phone and brought her face closer to mine. She was screaming for help now as my eyelids grew heavier and heaver. I didn't want to shut them though. I wanted to see her beautiful face one more time before sleep grew over me.

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