Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

As my eyes flutter open I remember where I am; curled up in the drivers seat of my Sebring. I rub my eyes until I can see again and start the car, driving back to the campsite.

As soon as I'm there all the girls run to my car, blocking my way as I try to push past them towards the tent.

"Bridge! Can you please tell me where the hell you were last night?" Hannah shouts and I stop in my tracks, my hands on my hips, pissed.

"I slept in my damn car. Okay?" I scoff and cross my arms over my chest. "I'm pissed at all of you. I almost drowned last night! If Harry wouldn't have been there, I would've been dead by now! But, none of you cared! You were too busy running away with my clothes and giggling like four little girls. When are you going to wake up? Realize you're not children anymore. You may be eighteen but you're on your own now. Start acting like an adult, damn it." I unzip the door to the tent and lay on my mattress. My phone is dead so I have no other choice than to just lay there.

"Bridge." I hear Hannah's voice and I roll my eyes.

"I don't want to talk to you. Go away." My tone is serious, and after a minute, she walks away. Defeated.

If I call my mom, she'll just tell me to stick it out. One down, thirteen miserable days to go.

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"I can't believe we've already been here a week." Kayla says and takes another sip of her cola. I'm still incredibly pissed at them, but I've learned to mask my anger. I don't talk to them as much, and I usually hang around Harry.

We spend most of our time late at night, sitting in his car talking. In a weeks time I've learned he's an only child. His mother and father are still in England and have recently got back together, and are getting remarried soon. He doesn't seem happy about it, and I'm not sure why. Wouldn't you want your parents together? He still hasn't told my why he's in America, and I'm a little scared to find out, but I'm determined and stubborn. I haven't asked him about his tattoos, but thats next on my agenda. Im taking it slow since it took me a two days to get that out of him, and he has a temper.

It's almost dark and about the time Harry comes to pick me up. The last two nights we've had an excuse as to why he had to pick me up. The first night he wanted to show me the whole lake, and the second they were having a party and Liam wanted to see me again. It's wrong to lie, but they couldn't know I was hanging out with Harry. I'd never hear the end of it.

I hear my phone ring and I immediately pick it up, knowing who it is.

"Are you ready?" Harry asks. "We're going to the lake today, I want to show it to you."

"Okay," I see his car pull up and I stand up, making my way over there without a word to the girls.

"Hey." I smile as I climb into the car.

"Hey." He repeats. As he backs out I notice the radio on, it never really is.

"Who are you listening to?" I ask, turning it up a little. The artist is unfamiliar to me, since I don't really listen to music. I eat, study, sleep and repeat. That's it.

"Daughtry." He snaps and turns it back down. "Don't touch my radio." I roll my eyes at his attitude and consider him pulling over and letting me out. He hasn't been rude for two days, like his normal demeanor.

"Oh." I say, referring to his attitude and crossing my arms over my chest.

"What's wrong?" He asks, stopping the car by the lake.

I don't answer. Instead, I open the door and attempt to get out, but Harry grabs my wrist and pulls me back in the car.

"You're not getting out until you tell me what's wrong." He demands and I slump back in the seat, facing him.