Annie’s POV
We all sat in a circle, and Louis grabbed an empty soda can and placed it in the center. Liam spun first, since he was the one who suggested the game. It landed on Louis. “Truth or Dare, Lou?”
“Dare.” Louis said. Liam smirked.
“Good. I dare you to wear your underwear on the outside of your pants, go outside, and run around screaming, ‘I am Superman!’” Louis grinned.
“Fine.” He exited the room, only to return a minute later with his tidy whiteys on the outside of his red pants. He wore a shirt that had the Superman icon on it. I quickly snapped a picture of him and saved it on my camera roll. With a scream that a banshee would be proud of, Louis ran outside.
“I AM SUPERMAN! SUPERMAAAAAAN IS HERE!” He shrieked. He ran around the yard, waving his arms, then hurried back inside. He ran to the bathroom, then returned a moment later, normal once again. Well, as normal as Louis could be. “My turn!” He bellowed. He spun the can, and it landed on Harry, who groaned. “Truth or Dare, Hazzah?”
“Dare, I guess.”
“Hehehe…I dare you to take your shirt off for five minutes.” Harry reddened.
“I’m sure Annie and Hannah don’t wanna see that.” I exchanged a look with Hannah, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing.
“Are you chicken, Styles?” Harry’s face tightened, and he played with the edge of his shirt.
“Oh, fine.” He lifted his arms and pulled his shirt off. My jaw dropped. Nerdy Marcel Harold Styles had…abs. Really. Nice. Abs. He had a stinking six-pack! His biceps were huge, and OMG, his arms…his shoulders…his abs…
Lord Jesus, just take me now. I cleared my throat and looked at the floor. “Who’s next?” I asked. Harry spun the can, and next was Niall.
“Nialler! Truth or Dare.”
“Truth.”
“WIMP!!!” Zayn crowed. Niall glared at him.
“Dare.” He said.
“I dare you…to kiss someone in this room.” Harry grinned evilly. Niall paled. “On. The. Lips.” Harry added. Niall looked like he was gonna faint. His gaze rested on me, and Harry made a warning noise in the back of his throat as he put his shirt back on. I looked at Harry, and he was glaring at Niall. Niall slowly looked to Hannah. She blushed and looked down. Niall took a deep breath.
Niall’s POV
I officially hate Marcel Harold Styles. I glared at him, then looked to Hannah, who was looking down. I’m not kissing one of the boys…Obviously…Harry will kill me if I touch Annie. That leaves Hannah…What if she hates the way I kiss her? What if she doesn’t like me like I like her? After all, I did make a fool out of myself today…Oh, what the heck… I scooted closer and gently lifted her chin up. My mouth was dry from nervousness. I looked into her eyes, and took a deep breath. Gathering all my courage, I leaned forward….
And…
And….
Aaaaaannnnnddddd…
Kissed Hannah Schmidt.
So soft... so sweet...So nice. I gently touched her cheek. Her eyes closed, and her skin was soft beneath my fingers.
The only other thought going through my mind was She tastes like strawberries. I slowly pulled away, and she stared at me. She hated it.
Hannah’s POV
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
Niall Horan just kissed me.
Niall.
Kissed.
ME!
I’m gonna die. Just keel over and die, right here, right now. I swear.
NIALL HORAN JUST KISSED MEEEEE!
Oh, my gosh. I’m freaking out right now.
I’m going to die.
Annie’s POV
THE FEELS! THE FEELS! Hannah looked so out of it! Niall was blushing like crazy. Harry snickered, and I jammed an elbow into his side. “Niall, your turn.” Harry said, giving me a look. Niall reached forward, as if in a daze, and spun the can. It landed on Zayn.
“Truth or Dare.” Niall said.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to cover your eyes and ask a random person in this room out on a date.” Niall grinned. Zayn groaned, and covered his eyes. We all switched places and Zayn staggered around. He reached out and found Liam. He squeezed his cheeks and grinned. “Will you go out with me?”
“Nah, but thanks for the offer.” Liam said in his deep voice. Zayn’s face froze, and he dropped the hand from his eyes.
“Crud, I thought it was Annie!” He yelled.
“So you think I have stubble?” I asked, whacking him upside the head. We all sat down again, and Zayn spun. It landed on Hannah.
“Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.”
“Okay, where, when, and how was your first kiss, and would you do it again with the person again?”
Hannah looked at the ground again. “Um, well, my first kiss was…in a living room…” She blushed.
“How was it?” Zayn prodded.
“Um…it was… amazing.” Niall’s face dropped, and I felt sorry for the poor lad.
“When and who with?” Harry asked. Hannah looked nervous.
“It was about five minutes ago, with Niall Horan.”
