Dare

Chapter 23

| Twenty Three |

My eyes flutter open to a new day. I scan the quiet room and decide to just relax today. I grab my phone, only to be startled to see I had had a message, from... Harry?

H- Meet me at the park at 12

What did he want.

A- Why?

Just as I was about to put my phone down my phone vibrates. Someone was eager.

H- Because I said so

A- I don't have to listen to you Harry but whatever fine.

After that, he doesn't respond. I wonder why he wants to see me. To be honest, I don't know why I agreed, but if I had the chance to clear things up with him and hear what he has to say then I guess I should take it. I am kind of curious anyway.

I check the time to see 9:49. Why was I waking up so early. I groan and place my phone down and grab my book. I had an hour or two to spare.

I don't know why I am nervous. My results were being released tomorrow which was causing a lot of stress for me. But this feeling right now wasn't because of that for once. It was the thought of meeting with Harry. I had no idea what he was gonna be like.

Two hours pass and I decide to get up and get ready.

"I'm going out," I say to Blair who was still in her bed.

She groans in response and I run out the door, grabbing my bag on the way.

As soon as I got outside, the wind blew my hair and gently brushes against my skin. My nerves return a little as I swallow. What did he want? Did he even want to talk.

Reaching the park, I scan my surroundings. It just turned twelve but there was no sign of him. Hardly anyone is here, except the boy repeatedly going on the slide while his mother stood back watching. I stop staring and open the small, black gate to the park. Walking straight for the swings, I drop my bag to the side and begin to swing a little, feeling the breeze tickle my skin.

A few minutes pass and Harry still hasn't come. My mind kept telling me he wasn't even going to, but I stay. I'm not sure why. I know his ways.

Soon, I give up, get off of the swing and grab my bag. I was tired and disappointed.

However, just when I am about to leave, a blur begins to walk towards me. The more it comes towards me, the clearer it got. I walk back and fall back on the swing, sighing, realising it is Harry.

He passes the gate and sits down on the swing next to me. Smirking. My eyes wonder up and down Harry. He is wearing a black top and black jeans, his hair is flicked up this time and his black sunglasses clipped on his shirt.

"What was up with you the other night?" I speak up, cutting the awkward silence.

I turn away from his stare and begin swinging slowly.

"What,"

"Oh cut the crap Harry, you know what. What was with you, has Zayn done something to you?"

"No," he defends.

"Then why did you get pissed when I told you about Zayn?" I glance at him as he looks down.

"Because... just forget it, I don't need to explain myself." he grits.

I chew on my lip. Why was he getting all defensive, he's so difficult. Blair and Louis believe he is jealous when I know he clearly didn't. It was more of a matter concerned about his ego rather than his feelings. Which didn't matter to myself but I needed an explanation.

"Fine." I say simply. "So how are you and Blair?"

"We aren't anything," he scoffs.

"Then what's up with that then, having her all over you?" I roll my eyes, chuckling to myself.

"Because I wanted to," he says. "Why do you care?"

"She's my roommate."

"And?" He sniggers. "I thought you didn't care about who I get with?"

"I don't, but was it really necessary to do it knowing I would have been back soon? You knew exactly what you were doing."

"Not my problem." He says.

I roll my eyes. I give up.

"Why am I here? Seriously what is the purpose of this?" I say.

He sighs, grabbing onto the chains of the swing, his curls bouncing against the wind.

"Fine. Why do you care so much about Blair and I? Huh?"

I stop swinging. "I don't."

He looks at me.

"You do don't you." he smirks.

"No I— This is all just a little game to you. Even Louis warned me. You're immature Harry. Grow up."

At this point, I was so done with his behaviour and denial.

"You talked to Louis?" He slowly says while getting up.

I stare at him.

"And? Is this going to be another situation with Zayn?"

"When did you speak to him?" He says.

"Why?"

"Fucking tell me Ariana." He says, raising his voice a little.

"Are you serious?"

"Are you trying to piss me off on purpose, what is up with you? Fucking talking to all my mates now." He says.

I stare at him before jumping up from the swings and walking off. I had enough. It wasn't going anywhere.

"Wait,"

I sigh, stopping.

"What?"

"Ok fine... I won't say anything. I won't shout. Just fucking stay," He says.

I sigh. Instantly regretting coming here in the first place, I sat back down on the swing, refusing to look at him.