Kryptonite (A Harry Styles Fan Fic)

Truth or Phone Calls?!-Chapter 28

*May’s POV*

“Truth or Dare, Louis?” Liam asks.

Louis smirks, “Dare.” He says in his strong accent, why did my accent have to be so boring?

“I dare you to try to pin May down.” Liam says, I raise my eyebrows looking at Louis.

He narrows his eyes and rolls up his already rolled up sleeves, he stands up and so do I, we both walk a little ways away from the group and face each other. I lean over slightly, putting my feet into position.

I glance over at Kayla, “Watch and learn, babe.” She grins and watches us excited.

I look at Louis and smirk, “Ready?”

He nods, leaning over way too much, as if he’d think that’ll work. Where did he learn his wrestling skills? A kids movie?

Liam counts us down, “1…2…3….GO.”

Louis charges at me, I quickly take his arm that’s outstretched way too far and sling him to a stop, just as he turn his head to look at me I pull all my strength together and flip him over my shoulder flat onto his back. I put my foot on his chest and grin, “Done, I win.”

I let go of his hand and walk back to our circle on the floor, I sit next to Liam who smiles at me, kissing my forehead. I look over at Kayla who’s sitting in-between Niall and Harry straight across from me. Harry smirks, like he knew that I was going to put Lou on his ass.

Louis sits down right about then, “You owe me a massage, May.”

I roll my eyes, “Fine, whiney. You’re turn Lou.”

He smirks, sitting up straighter. “Harry, truth or dare.”

I tense up automatically, why…I don’t know. I just had a feeling.

“Truth.” He shrugs, looking at Louis calmly.

“What’s your favorite feature of each one of us?” He says, smiling innocently. Shit, that meant me too. Don’t pass out, May.

“Alright, erm…Louis yours is that you’re always happy.” He looks at Zayn who’s sitting next to Louis and Harry. “Zayn, your sense of style is pretty wicked.” He turns to Kayla who’s next to him, “Erm, Kayla you seem like a lovely girl.” He smiles politely at her, making her smile back giving him a thank you.

Niall’s next, “Niall you’re guitar playing skill are brilliant.” I’m next….he turns to look at me, our eye meeting.

“Maylee,” Shit he used my whole name. “Yours would be that even though we didn’t see each other for three long years, you still welcomed me back into your life. You’re always going to be one of the most-“

RING RING RING.

SERIOUSLY?!

“Hello?” Harry says in his deep voice, a little irritated too. “No, no I’ll Skype you later, alright. Bye babe.”

I feel my chest tighten at his words, it was that stupid girl again. Who the hell is that?!

I look at Liam and smile at him, trying to get him to cloud my thoughts instead of Curls over there.

He leans over to my ear and wraps an arm around my waist pulling me closer, “I love you.”  His voice was so sweet, so sure. I felt calmer knowing I had Liam to lean on, I had someone there or me.

Harry puts up his phone and looks over at us, I don’t look at him. I just lean on Liam’s shoulder, trying to ignore the glare he’s giving us. It’s almost as if….he’s jealous. No no, May don’t get your hopes up. He probably just doesn’t like his ‘mate’ dating his best friend…that’s all.