You’re at a party with harry, your boyfriend. Harry's friend stands with you guys, watching harry wrap his arm around you with jealousy. “Does she know about the bet yet?” He speaks out. You look up at harry in confusion, feeling him tense up. “He made a bet that he’d get the first girl he sees to fall in love with him. That just so happened to be you.”

You look up at harry, noticing his guilty expression. “Is that true?” You ask quietly. “I was a bet?” He nods slightly, looking torn.