One Direction One Shots 2

Truth or Dare (Harry)

Truth or Dare was a stupid game for many reasons. Firstly, when you played it with five boys - who belonged to the biggest boy band in the world - the truths were bound to be uncomfortable and the dares were guaranteed to be dirty. Secondly, when you had an incredibly undeniable crush on one of them, and the others knew, something bad was destined to happen. And lastly, when you’re shy and someone dares you to snog the person on your right, which just so happens to be the person you have an incredibly undeniable crush on, then you wimp out and everyone calls you a spoilsport.

It was my own fault, really. When suggesting you play a game, you do notoffer suggestions; you always choose a safe option, like Hide and Seek, because nothing ever bad happens in Hide and Seek. And when someone offers to play Truth Or Dare, the correct answer is not ‘sure, what’s the worst that can happen?’

Apart from the irrefutable inevitability that something truly awful is going to happen, and it’s going to happen to you.

“Jesus, Y/N, you’re the one that suggested we play a game. You can’t back out now!” Louis stated, raising his eyebrows in a knowing way, because heknew I had a crush on Harry, as did all the boys, for that matter. He should have known I would never willingly embrace Harry in such a way, unless I was drunk, and even then, I’m not a kissy drunk. I was more of a cry-in-the-corner-until-someone-saves-me drunk.

Harry, who didn’t really seemed to be terribly bothered, shifted in his spot, rearranging his leg positioning so his left leg was pulled up and closer to his chest, his forearm resting on his knee as he scratched his nose.

All the other boys were trying to egg me on, all looking too smug for my liking.

“I didn’t suggest this game.” I mumbled timidly, fiddling around with my hands.

“You didn’t suggest any game in particular, and when we offered Truth or Dare as a suggestion, you said yes. You’re telling us that it’s our fault?” Zayn queried, folding his legs as he took a ship of his beer. The boys had whacked out the alcohol around fifteen minutes ago when Niall was dared to lick mayonnaise off the bottom of Louis’ foot, where he proceeded to claim he couldn’t do such a thing unless he was drunk. So, the boys got him drunk, and he licked the mayonnaise off Louis’ foot, and then he was sick. In the bathroom toilet, thankfully. Liam had followed Niall out to comfort him and to get him a glass of water, which was when Louis decided it was my turn for a truth or dare, and when I stupidly asked for a dare, thinking if I picked truth, Louis would force my feelings for Harry out of me. You can tell I didn’t think my decision through for long enough.

“I’m not saying it’s your fault, I’m just saying I’d rather not kiss Harry because I’d feel uncomfortable.” That was true, in some aspects; I would feel uncomfortable kissing Harry, because we had been good friends for a handful of years and had never exceeded a kiss on the cheek. I would also feel uncomfortable kissing Harry because I had once, shamefully, been told I wasn’t a very good kisser. But, in fairness, I was drunk, and promptly forgot what he said two minutes later, until this very moment.

“I don’t mind, Y/N.” Harry admitted, glimpsing at me and smiling broadly. “I mean, it’s not like it’d mean anything, right?” I whipped my head round to Louis and Zayn, telepathically pleading for help. As my best friends, you’d think they’d help me out a little bit. Liam would have, if he was here. Damn you, Niall, I thought.

When I looked back at Harry, I could have sworn I saw a flicker of a questionable emotion in his eyes, but what was it? Hope? I mentally laughed to myself; Harry would never have feelings for me. There were too many beautiful women in the world that I couldn’t compare to.

“W-Well, of course not!” I laughed anxiously, and Zayn snorted, but after a swift thwack from Louis, he coughed indiscreetly.

“Zayn, do you have any crackers or bread or something for Niall? Anything that’s light on the stomach?” Liam called from the bathroom, just as another round of vomit projected out of Niall’s mouth. Wow, that was a really horrible way of describing that. I almost wanted to be sick.