Bet. {L.S.}

[ "𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔸 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀'𝕞 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖
'ℂ𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕
ℍ𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝟚𝟟 𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤" ]

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Deciding staring was worse than talking to him, Harry in his raincoat and umbrella, walked up to the older one. Louis only noticed his presents when the rain was blocked due to Harry's taller figure giving the umbrella more height and area to cover.

"Pardon." Louis said, moving once more into the rain before letting out a little laugh, droplets dribbling down his nose and chin.

Softly Harry cleared his throat.

Hearing who exactly had blocked the rain from him got a whiplash head turn from Louis as he eyed Harry over, "Dunno where John is and also don't care." He mumbled, face going back towards the sky.

Harry let out a little laugh at the irony of this situation, "Yah uh... I'm not looking for him." He shared, looking down at his boots.

"Dunno where Liam is either. Or any of them."

"I'm actually looking for you." Harry finally admitted.

Louis' eyes opened again as he lifted a brow, "You're sure?" He asked.

"Pretty sure." Harry agreed.

Or where Harry's ex always wants them to go on "breaks" and tired of being treated this way, Harry decides to make his ex jealous once and for all by "dating" his least favorite person: Louis Tomlinson.
Somehow Louis agrees to this plan, loving the idea of making his rival pissed, ending with the two playing "boyfriends" over their annual spring break spent at the lake.
Secrets are spilling, things don't exactly go as planned... it's a bet.

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!fakedate