A different side to one direction

Truth or dare

I keep my eyes locked on him as he saunters out of my room for the third time today, whistling a tune.

I sigh before opening the TV and flipping through channels.

Nothing catches my attention so I end up putting the Aquarium Channel, which automatically makes me think about my dad. The colourful fish swimming on the screen brings me back a few years ago, when he, my mom and I would sit in the living room, looking at them with adoration. I remember my dad's voice in my ear, promising that he and I would go swim with colourful fish like those on the screen one day. But then came a horrid day when he had to leave for Australia for some kind of reason and he never came back. No messages, no calls, no nothing. He had completely shut me out of his world, leaving me alone with my mom who apparently couldn't love me since she sold me out to a pompous boyband...

I feel the tears stinging my eyes lightly as they begin to fall silently down my face.

I grab a pillow, stuffing my face into it, trying to forget how much pain that had caused me. That's why I had built a shell around myself; to avoid being hurt again. But Niall came along and broke some of it...

"Niall, why are you so sweet?" I mumble, sobbing loudly into the pillow.

I sniff, and shut the television, wiping my face off with my sleeve.

Niall comes in seconds later, carrying an array of board games. He places them on the bed.

"Are you okay love?" He asks, lifting my chin up to look at him straight in the eyes.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Okay then.... So what do you wanna play?" He asks again, motioning the games.

"I choose.....The Game of Life!" I clap joyfully.

"How ironic," He replies with a smile, taking the game. He didn't tell me why though he thought my choice was funny, leaving me bubbling with interrogations.

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The day went by quite smoothly, but things got uncomfortable past lunch.

After I had won The Game of life twice, we decided to play a little game of Truth or Dare. The questions and dares were getting weirder as the game went.

"Niall. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." He retorts.

"I dare you to let me play with your cell phone for one hour." I say, waiting nervously for the answer.

He throws it to me like it was nothing. "I'm watching you." He brushes it off.

"Truth or dare?" He leans in, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Truth."

"Would you try to escape again, knowing what the consequences could be?"

"Absolutely." I reply proudly. Something flickers in his eyes but I don't manage to catch it fast enough.

"Something is wrong with your mind..." He mumbles."You're twisted you know that?"

I nod rigorously, suddenly feeling hyper."Nialler! Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Awww you're no fun!" I pout, smiling. "But fine. Would you chase me and punish me if I decided to escape again?"

"Yup. You're ours remember. I'll stay on Harry's side when it comes to prevent you from escaping." He responds, not an ounce of hesitation on his features. I can't help feeling a little down.

"Does that mean you're still good mates after all he did to me?" I retort. "Do you even know exactly what he did?"

"That's more than one question. It's my turn. Soph, truth or dare?" He shrugs it off.

"Dare. I ain't a chicken." I retort with a playful smile on my lips, pushing away the thought of Niall's allegiance to Harry.

He thought about it a moment. "I dare you to snogg each one of us before tomorrow." He finishes proudly. "And that includes Harry!"

"You make me wanna punch you square in face." I mutter.

"If you don't do it, I'm making you walk around the whole neighborhood! Tonight if you don't do one of us today!" Niall sing-songs.

"But I can't walk!" I whine.

"So you have to do it!"

"Fine. Only if you let me call someone." I say, shaking his phone in front of his face.

"Who?" He asks, bemused.

"Alana."

"Alana?"

"Yes, Alana. The friend I made at the mall." I explain, exhaling loudly.

"Why would you wanna call her?"

"To organize a rendezvous, and talk over ice-cream."

"Talk about what?"

"Gosh, Niall you're annoying with all your questions. If I snogg you now, will you lemme call her?"

I don't even wait for his answer; I just grab his face and kiss him with all the passion I could muster. He's breathless and panting when I finally let him go. "Now, can I call her?"

"Sure... G-g-go ahead." He blabbers, looking disoriented.

Ha. The power of women when a boy is in love. I smirk, but then I realise her number is in yesterdays pant pockets.

"Okay Niall. Are you well enough to go get the piece of paper in the back pocket of my jeans over there?" I ask him, pointing to my shorts. He nods and does as told, bringing me back the crumpled piece of paper. "Thanks." I grab it and type Alana's number on the keyboard.

She answers after a single ring. "Hello?" Her voice resonates through me ear.

"Hey! I'm Sophie! The girl you helped at the mall yesterday..." I try, hearing her questioning hum. "You know... The one with the complicated life. Complicated boyfriend and all that..." I trail on. I slightly smirk seeing Niall's head whip up at the mention of a boyfriend, but ignore and focus on the phone.

"Oh yeah! I remember you! So, you're up for some ice cream that means?" Her voice is chirpy on the other side of the line.

"Yup." I laugh.

We end up chatting a bit on the phone, my eyes constantly glancing at Niall's edgy stance. He kept looking at my door, expecting Harry to burst in any second.

He's about to crack after 10 minutes so I decide to put an end to our conversation, arranging a meeting with Alana Friday, which meant in two days.

I will be able to walk properly by then, I conclude in my head, handing the phone back to Niall. He sighs in contentment, almost hugging his phone to his chest.

"Was about time. I seriously thought I was gonna be dead if somebody would've walked in on you talking on the phone." He says, almost angrily.

I brush it off and I start yawning. "Niall, do you think I could take a nap? I haven't had the greatest sleep last night and I'd love to catch up." I yawn again.

His gaze softens. "Yeah okay. I'll wake you up for supper then." Niall says, kissing the top of my head before tucking me in.