The Bet

Chapter 6

*Harry's POV*

"Wait, loved me then?" I asked. "You don't love me now?"

Finnley shook her head no. "Not the way I used to."

I sighed and ran my fingers through my loose curls. Tears began to line the edge of my eyes. She just looked so heartbroken. What have I done to her?

"Then why did you come on tour with me if you felt like that?" I replied.

"I was hoping we could fix things." She admitted.

Way to make me feel like and asshole. Even though I was one. Nice going Harry. You lost one of the most important things in your life. I pulled out my phone to start a group message.

To: Boobear, Nialler, Zayn, Leeyum

Hey! Finnley and I are just going to eat here. We need to catch up and I need to make things right. Bring me home some chicken though. We need more late night snacks.

"Who was that to?" Finnley asked.

"The boys."

She nodded her head,"ah."

I walked over to the cabinets and pulled out a medium sized pan, noodles, and sauce. I filled the pan with water and set it on the nearly hot burner. I heard my phone go off on the table.

"Could you see who that's from?" I asked.

"Boobear." She replied, "that's Lou... Right?"

I let out a little laugh, "yeah. What does the message say?"

"Okay sounds good Haz. Hope everything goes well." She answered.

I poured the pasta in to the boiling water and stirred it around.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Finnley asked.

"Making us dinner."

"Why?"

"Because we need to fix things."

I turned around to look at her. She started to smile. Her long brown hair in loose waves cascaded down her back. Her teal shirt brought out the hints of blue in her gorgeous hazel eyes. The way she laughed made me want to melt of pure happiness. Ugh Harry, why did you have to ruin everything?

I finally figured our why I made that stupid bet with her. No, not so has would lose and have to sleep naked, That's a bonus. I was hoping she would get heartbroken and come to me for support. Then she would eventually realize that we were perfect for each other. If I hadn't left for X factor, I wouldn't have to jump through hoops for her to see this. I feel so stupid.

I drained the pasta and stirred in the sauce. I set two plates on the counter and scooped the noodles on to them. Finnley grabbed us forks and drinks. We both sat down and ate. The dinner was slightly awkward. She didn't want to say anything. She was waiting for me to say the right thing. I couldn't find the words to say. I had already apologized for everything, but obviously that's only the partial answer to fix what I did.

"Alright. I'm drawn blank. How do I fix this?" I asked.

"Well you apologized, so I guess we're good." She said.

I could her the sarcasm in her voice. She was still mad and she wants me to fix everything. But how do I fix a mistake like that? She brushed hair through her fingers.

"Harry, stop you're straining yourself." Finnley chimed.

"I want to fix things. I screwed up!" I said louder than I had intended.

"You want to know how to get my forgiveness?" She asked.

I nodded and listen to her. I watched her lips move with each syllable.