Pink, Purple and Blue (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 13

Hey everybody!

I'm kinda starting to run out of original greetings.

Ahhhh, I guess my spring break is already over. How sad. Only a tiny weekend and uppp, back to school. Arrkkkk.

Well, this is chapter 13, feel free to comment or whatever! And we're about to change background, isn't cool?

Enjoy!

Chap 13

“Hey guys!” I greeted as they passed my door.

“Nice flat,” Louis commented and I smiled at him.

“Thanks Louis. Guys this is my brother Will, Will this is Louis, Zayn, Niall and Liam.”

I invited them to the living room with sign of my hand.

“Don’t forget Willy-Chou,” I whispered to my brother. “It’s One Direction.”

He growled. “Yeah, yeah.”

He got along quite well with them, though. They started to talk about everything and anything, to compare life in England, in Quebec and in the States. He told them about his Uni program, they told him about singer thingy. You see the topo.

About half an hour later, I got to get another pack of beer. And when I got back, they where all sitting on the floor in a circle.

“We’re playing truth or dare!” Louis yelled happily at me.

“Sure, let’s take this empty bottle. But I get to start,” I demanded.

At the end of the night they’ll know better than to take dare with me.

I spinned the bottle again.

“Louis Truth or Dare?”

“Dare!” he shouted. Oh yeah?

“Go knock at my neighbour’s door and ask him his strip tease is there while starting to undress.”

He got up and we all followed him.

He actually knocked at the door.

He removed his shirt and brought my neighbour, Luke, close. Sensually, he whispered something in his ear, while the blond-haired guy stood still, dumbfounded.

Then Louis just ran away in our direction, and Luke laid on me a ‘that was totally a dare from you’ kind of look when he saw me looking through the door. Yeah, that guy has learned not to pick dare with me. But that’s another story.

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The bottle lent on me.

“Truth or Dare Kath?”

Uh-oh. Little Louis wants his revenged. So yeah, I got scared. I swear I could see ‘payback’s a bitch’ written in his eyes.

“Truth.”

“Chicken,” he accused me. I realised he wasn’t completely there anymore. Liam had just dared him to take five shots of Rum and he seemed to be kinda lightweight. If you see what I mean.

“Do you like girls or boys more?”

I froze. Did he just...?

“What?”

“Yeah, you probably have a preference. They say they all do.”

The boys looked at Louis and then at me, confused. Well, except my brother of course, who frowned (honestly he looked like he would beat him up in a blink of an eye the moment he had any sign from me...).