twisted dares - l.s.

Chapter Ten

A/N: i haven't had much motivation to write lately but i'm trying my best to get the next chapters out for y'all! also, happy 350!

Unknown Number- Here's your first task-

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All the memories of two years ago came flooding back. Harry was a sophomore in high school and only 16 years old. Harry had a year in between round one and two. It was the same unknown number last time as it was this time. He knew there would be a second round but quickly forgot, until the text lit up his phone yesterday afternoon. It was Friday morning and the sun was hidden behind a mob of clouds. The sky was a grey color rather than its typical blue. A familiar blue.

The 18 year old boy was sitting up in his bed, a ballpoint pen dancing it's way across the page. With one hand gripping onto the ink-carrier, gracing it back and forth on the page, and the other with a steady hold of a leather notebook with the engraving of two initials.

D.S.

Harry continued to write to the sound of birds singing and chirping, filling the silence with noise.

I sat there, starring at the underlined words that would eventually take me to a link or website. A towering sensation of fear consumed my body as I lost all feeling in my hands. I really did not want to go through this again. Last time was bad enough. I know I have to click it, but I really don't want to. With the pre-round, round one, and now round two, and eventually round three-I know that each one gets worse. I thought the pre-round was bad so I cannot even begin to imagine what the third must be like. A year in between each round is not enough. I didn't have anytime to recover-Well I did, but not enough time. A voice in my head kept pushing for me to tap the underlined words. I tried with all my willpower not to, but my brain knew the consequences if I refused.

They would come.

I clicked it.

It instantly redirected me to a video. I remember taking a look around me for anyone there. No one was. My shaky finger pressed play as the screen remained black. Nothing happened. I turned up the volume and clicked play again and there it was. That voice. The one that's embedded in my brain. Everyt-

"Harry!" His bedroom door flew open as a familiar face walked in.

"What do you need?" Harry asked.

"What do you mean? I've been downstairs waiting for you for about an hour. We are so late to school."

"Okay. Okay. Calm down Li," he stated as he climbed out from his bed. "I'll go get ready."

Liam rolled his eyes and walked out of the room.

Harry quickly changed into a fresh pair of black skinny jeans, and a red jumper. He placed a black beanie on his head, not wanting to fix his hair. The green eyed boy walked downstairs and met with Liam.

"About time..," the brown eyed boy muttered.

"Shut up."

"Well I'm sorry that instead of getting to school, you decided to sit there writing in your journal," he shot back.

Harry walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and his backpack. Liam forced Harry to eat an apple, realizing the boy hasn't eaten breakfast. Liam grabbed his keys and got in as Harry followed right behind him and sat in the passenger seat. He twisted the keys and drove off.