Love Is A Bet (Harry Styles)

Chapter 29

(A/N: I just realized I only have one more chapter + an epilogue to write and I will be done this book... Before I start this chapter I just wanted to personally thank all my fans/voters/commenters/readers/friends for reading this book and making my day better. I love writing for you guys and I hope you will continue to read the other books I will make in the nearby future

P.S. Sorry if it's not edited properly, I wrote it off my iPod and wanted it to get to you guys as quickly as possible! xx)

*Zayn's P.O.V.*

After we had gotten out of the airport and into a cab that would lead us back to our flats, I turned all the windows down and enjoyed the fresh air. Summer was coming and we all felt it. It was never particularly warm in England but this time, it felt as if summer held all these warm, beautiful moments for us to explore and I couldn't wait. As long as we were in a group, we would have fun no matter what the occasion.

"It's never been this warm in London," Anthea lifted her arms in the air to stretch them as the wind made her hair flow perfectly. When she turned to me, I couldn't help but kiss her on her soft, pink lips.

"It's too crowded in here to be snogging," Eleanor pointed out. Anthea ignored Eleanor, and leaned in once more towards me.

Moments later, we had arrived back to my flat. Anthea and I had a long talk on the plane, despite Todd's presence ruining it, and we had settled on her moving in for the summer because she didn't have to go to work. Damon had agreed to drop all her stuff off at my flat and everything would be up and running in a few days.

"Let's go, love," I took Anthea's hand as we stepped out of the cab. Flashes of camera's greeted us on the way to my flat and Anthea held on to my hand as tightly as possible.

"Where did you go with your girlfriend, Zayn?"

"Are you cheating on Anthea with Kylie?"

"Is Anthea pregnant?"

"Are you quitting One Direction?"

I don't see how all these paparazzi had all these crazy theories I mean, I never answer unless it's a reasonable question so what on Earth makes them think that I will actually attempt to respond to their made up lies.

"Ignore them, remember, it's me and you," Anthea smiled. I nodded my head and kissed the top of her head as we entered the flat, and slammed the door. Anthea dropped all her bags and I dropped all the bags I carried as well.

"You know, I think your flat is quite cute," Anthea smiled. She walked into the guest room and placed her bags on top of the bed.

"You don't have to sleep in the guest bed, Anthea," I whispered in her ear.

"Maybe later, Zayn. Maybe later," she smirked before slamming the door on my face and I couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

*Kylie's P.O.V.*

The cab had dropped us off at each of our flats until it was just Harry and I riding. Harry had agreed to let me rest for awhile after the crazy plane ride then he would call me and we would go out for dinner or something. I waved goodbye to him and avoided the paparazzi that was circling around my building.

"Kylie! Are you pregnant," a news reporter asked.

"No," I replied loudly. I signed some pictures for some fans and took some pictures with some of them as well even though I wasn't really that famous. It was cute though so I didn't want to sound obnoxious and stuck up. I notified everyone as well that even if Harry wasn't famous, I would date him in a flash. He was so sweet, considerate, funny, cute, it just melted me away every single time.