1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 6

{Harry POV}

"Would you like something to drink?" I offer her.
She shakes her head. "Not quite yet. Look at you, I've been here two minutes and you're already trying to get me drunk." she winks at me and I have to hide my blushing cheeks from her.
"Oh please. I wouldn't have to get you drunk to make you do anything. I mean, we've already slept together." I wink back. Basking in my self-satisfaction. She let's out an embarrassed laugh and I can't help my smile. "In your dreams."
I take a sip of whatever drink Zayn gave me and set it back on the bar.
"C'mon. Let's go find the rest of the lads." I lead her through the crowd and up the stairs into the loft, where I find Louis, Zayn, Niall, Liam, and a bunch of random people that they invited sitting in a circle around a coffee table. They all held drinks in their hands, casually sipping on them every once in awhile.
"Look what we have here," Louis begins. "You must be Hayley. Harry here, told us a lot about you."
Dammit Lou. I shoot him a glare to try and make him stop before he says anything worse to embarrass me. I feel Hayley's eyes on me.
"Looks like you just can't shut up about me." She gives me a cheeky smile trying to make my face go red, even though it's far past the color red. I give her a friendly shove.
"Yeah, yeah." I motion for her to sit next to me on the couch and she does.
"Now, who's up for a little truth or dare?" Niall offers while wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
Nothing ever good happens from truth or dare, but Hayley makes it look like she wants to play. And when I say nothing good ever happens... that's not always the case. With Hayley looking the way she is, and Louis's dirty mind, something's bound to happen..
I'm talking myself out of this. Dear God.
"Okay. Niall, truth or Dare?" Zayn starts us off.
"Dare of course."
"I dare you to go steal that girls drink over there and chug it."
Without saying a word, Niall does it, and earns a good hard slap in the face from the girl. We all burst into laughter, and I laugh even harder listening to Hayley's laugh.
When Niall sits back down, he's rubbing his cheek and punches Zayn in the arm.
"Hayley." he says. I stare hard at Niall but he won't make eye-contact with me.
"Truth or Dare?"

{Hayley's POV}

"Truth or Dare?" Niall asks me.
Being the chicken I am, "Truth."
He stares off, thinking and our eyes connect again.
"Are you a virgin?"

Images start flashing through my mind of a drunken night in high school. A party right after the homecoming football game. The quarterback Taylor Thomas. Yep. The school douchebag who took my virginity, and I let him. It's been years, I've grown up, and I'm over it. Plus, the occasional hook-up always helped too.
Before I answer I let out a laugh, "Nope, can't say that am." I cover my eyes in embarrassment. "I was a drunk 17-year old girl who had a hopeless crush on the quarterback. And no way was it at all romantic."
They all laugh, including Harry, but his looked forced.
"Harry, truth or dare?" Louis asks, dismissing me.
"Uhhh dare."
"Take 3 shots"
Harry does it without a word. But, he finishes with a laugh and sticks his tongue out. "Those are disgusting." He wipes his mouth on his arm.
People go back and forth with stupid dares, and I'm the only one so far who chose truth.
Harry leans over to whisper in my ear, "Want to keep playing or go?"
"We can go." I say, trying to leave the decision up to him.
He gives me a nod, and we both stand up from the couch. No one acknowledges out departure, and I follow Harry down a dimly-lit hallway. He opens the door to reveal a bedroom and I'm completely caught off-guard by his action.
"Um Harry? I don't know exactly what you're trying to do here, but if what you said on the couch was an invitation for sex, I obviously didn't catch on."
Harry shakes his head and laughs.
"It's boggles me that that's what kind of person you think I am." he was still smiling at me, as he pulls on a rope and a board eases down from the ceiling reveling a latter.
"I didn't bring you in here to have sex, love. I was going to take you to the roof."
I laugh and cover my face in embarrassment.
"Not that I wouldn't love to have sex with you." Harry winks at me, and I punch him in the arm. He's a got a dirty mind, that one.
I shake it off, following Harry up the latter and onto the roof. There's was an adorable set up, with hanging lights and a hammock, and blankets. I also noticed a iHome, Harry was next to it plugging his phone in.
"So it turns out you're not as innocent as I thought you were." he winks at me.
"Oh God." I cover my face, which seems like the millionth time I've done it since meeting Harry.
He just laughs, and it comforts me. I don't know why, but I felt like he was uncomfortable with the thought of me not being a virgin. It's not like we liked each other or anything. We were just friends.
I sat on the hammock and he was standing up.
"So, tell me about your first time." I said to him, based on curiosity.
He stares into my eyes for a moment, with a pleasant demeanor, just taking me in. He looks across the city and starts to talk, "My first time.." he looked back at me with a funny disgusted look. "Was fucking weird."
We both bust out laughing, and I find myself not really caring what the rest of the story is like. Harry could easily become one of my best friends and I really hope he feels the same.
"I had no idea what I was doing, or what was happening. The girl had to like," He looked down, obviously blushing. "Coach me through it."
His embarrassed tone was too much for me to handle, and I couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles.
"How old were you?"
"It was right before the XFactor, so like 15 or 16." He was laughing at the memory, and I couldn't help but laugh too. "How old were you?"
"I was in my 11th year, so 17? I think." Everything from high school is a blue to me now, so it's hard to recall certain things, although, I had no trouble recalling that night. "But, unlike you, I didn't have someone coaching me the whole time, and patting me on the back when we were finished."
Harry threw a pillow at me, and continued to laugh at himself.
"I'm never telling you anything again."

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We talked on the roof for a good hour and decided to go back down stairs to see what the other guys were doing.
We found them still sitting around the table, talking. All the other people had left and it was just Liam, Louis, Niall, and Zayn.
When Louis noticed us come back, a mischievous grin spread across his face. "Well well well, where have you two been? Fuckin' the living daylights out o' each otha?"
Stunned I stood there, feeling my cheeks blush harder than they ever had. My eyes grew wide.
"Shut the hell up Louis. We definitely did not do.... that." Harry said, followed by him chucking a pillow right at Louis's face. Something I've recently come familiar with.
"I don't know. Hayley's face is tellin us other wise." Liam said while pointing at me. I rested my elbows on my knees and barried my face in my hands, while I laughed. "Leave her alone would ya?" I heard a heavy accent say. Looking up I realized the voice belonged to Zayn, and I gave him a look of gratitude, and he replied with a nod.
"What do you say to another round of truth or dare?" Louis says.
"Bring it on!" Niall challenges.
After going around a couple times it was my turn.
"Hayley truth or dare?" Still embarrassed by picking truth earlier, I decided to be brave this time.
"Dare." I tried to sound confident, but it did not come out that way.
Liam tapped his mouth with his finger concentrating what to dare me to do.
"I dare you to..." he pauses while looking at the group. "To go and make out with that guy over there leaning against the bannister."
"Oh c'mon! Give her a dare she'll actually do!" Harry says. His words stun me and I give him an 'excuse me' type of look. Kind pissed off at Harry's lack of faith in me, I stood up and strutted right over to the guy Liam was talking about. I grabbed his neck and pressed his lips to mine. I can tell he was shocked at first, but after a few second he kissed back. I don't know what came over me, but I was kissing this guy hard. He was an awful kisser, so I knew I could to go for much longer. I felt his hands on my lower back, and our bodies pressing together. I heard gasps, and whistling while we kissed. I released my lips from his vodka flavored mouth, and wiped the corner of my mouth with my thumb and walked back toward the boys with a new sense of confidence. Harry's face was torn between shock and hurt.
I plopped down on the couch, and leaned back, looking at the all the boys.
"Who's turn is it?" I ask. All of them look at me stunned and don't say a word.