The Bet

Nialls POV

I walked back over to the bar. Harry started laughing.

"Let's go back to the flat and we can talk about what I win." He said.

We called for a cab and were on our way to the flat. When we go there, Zayn was sitting on the couch looking pissed.

I forgot that I texted him that there was an emergency.

"Emergency, huh?" He said. "You weren't even here,why would you tell me there's an emergency?"

"He wanted to get you away from that girl you were talking to." Harry blurted out.

"Well too bad for you, I got her number." He said.

This was good. That means I can still win the bet. I just need to somehow get her number.

Zayn walked up to his room.

"The bet's still on." I said.

"What do you mean." He asked.

"I'm going to get her number and get all close to her and than I'm gonna get her in my bed.

"Niall, it's just a bet, you don't have to go through all this trouble. I don't even want anything." he said. "Let's just forget all about this bet."

"No, I don't care if you don't want anything." I said. "I'm going to prove that I can get her to have sex with me."

"Whatever you say." He said. "But trust me, someone's gonna get hurt in the end."

"I don't care." I said. "She's just another girl."

Notes

Just another girl?

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My other story is up on the websit now.

It's called Something Real. Its a Louis Tomlinson fanfiction.

Let me know who else I should do.

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