"Harry bets Louis that Louis won't do the dishes in the sink by tomorrow morning." "Louis bets Harry that Harry can't do a cartwheel in the lounge room." ••• "Harry bets Louis that Louis wouldn't kiss Harry if Harry had asked." ••• Louis walks up to Harry who is sitting on the counter, drinking his already cool tea. Louis places the note on Harry's lap and winks at him. With a shaky breath, he says, "You lost the bet, loser." And he presses his lips against Harry's. ••• idea from since-he-was-eighteen on tumblr! ••• if you do anything with this story, you must give me credit and let me know. DM me if you want to translate it or post the full story anywhere! all credit (except the original prompt) goes to me!

Louis and Harry grew up together, and were best friends even in their earliest memories. They are 12 years old when Louis has to move to Australia, and they never expect anything to be the same again. They make a pact, a promise to one another, put it in a bottle and throw it out to sea. They promise to get back in touch if any of them ever find the bottle again. A silly, childish pact that isn't so silly when you're only twelve years old. Seven years later, fate turns in their favour. Louis stumbles upon an old, green bottle and Harry just happens to be in Australia as an exchange student. They spend time together catching up, but no amount of time can make up for the seven years they spent apart. It's almost cruel when you realise the one thing most important to you has been in front of you all the while, yet you never realise.

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are best friends, but maybe they're secretly something more? When Louis gets a call from management his whole relationship with Harry gets turned upside down. Will Louis' fake relationship with Eleanor last, or will the fans and Harry see through it? Will Harry still fall in love...

There's a game between Harry and Louis about who can tease the other the most, what will happen when someone goes to far?