Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

I turn on my heels and walk away, shaking my head.

"Bridgette! Please come back." He begs. I look back and see him running towards me, stopping and facing him. He's now only centimeters away and I take a step back, worried.

"You're crazy!" I scream, pressing against his chest. "You're a lunatic! You killed somebody, Harry. Doesn't that bother you?" My voice is loud, and I'm thankful nobody is here, considering the store is closed.

"He was trying to rape you, Bridge. Don't you feel a little relief? If you knew him like I do.. did," he corrects himself, "you would be happy." He tells me, creating little room between us.

"Why would I be happy about you killing him? Of course I'm thankful you pulled him off me, but he's gone forever now! He has family, friends, that care and love him and you just took him away from them."

"You don't think that bothers me?" His voice is low, merely a whisper. "He's done it to eight other girls. He's raped them and killed them. Nobody has ever seen those girls after that night." I shudder. What the hell is wrong with people?

"I did you a favor, princess." His voice is mocking now, it annoys me. My emotions are mixed, and I want to hug him and thank him but at the same time he scares the shit out of me.

"Why do you even care?" I ask, my voice going from yelling to a whisper. His face is close to mine, only inches away from touching lips.

"I already told you. My sister was the only one I ever really loved, and you're so much like her." His beautiful green eyes search my face and I smile, all fear being taken away.

"Are you scared?" He's serious, no joking whatsoever.

I answer "No," making him smile, his dimples deep. "I'm not scared of you." I set my hands on my hips.

"You should be." He tells me, his lips are closer now. If I wanted to kiss him, which I don't, but if I did, all I had to do was lift a little on my tiptoes.

"But I'm not." He breathes over my face, smelling of mint.

I feel a drop on my nose, then one after the other on my body. I look at Harry, but he doesn't move.

"C'mon." I tell him and hurry back to the truck, climbing in before I get soaked by the rain. He does the same and turns on the heater to break the chill. Now why the hell do we have a heater on in Summer? Because this is Washington, that's why.

"Harry, this is serious." I tell him after an awkward silence.

"What?"

"You just killed somebody. You committed murder. This is crazy. Where's the cops and the crying parents and worried people?" How can someone kill somebody and get away with it?

He laughs, "You have a lot to learn about me, don't you." He puts the truck in drive and speeds off.

I'm ignorant to where we're going, and at the moment, I just want to go home. But, I'm scared. What if he blames me for the whole thing? I don't really know Harry, would he do such a thing?

"Where are we going?" It seems like I've asked this question a million times.

"I don't know yet. Do you want to go back to the campsite?" I shake my head. Putting up with my "friends" isn't on my agenda.

"It's two in the morning, where is there to go?" I ask. He glances over at me, smiling.

"We could get a motel room, or we could just sleep in the truck until we figure out where we're going. You have to go home in like three days, right?" I nod. There's really only three more days of this camping trip, that's crazy! It's went by so fast!