Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

"Bridgette, open the door. I gotta piss." I hear from the other side and raise my head up. How long have I been in here? I stand up, my body sore, and glance in the mirror,

Quickly, I splash water over my face and dry it off with a towel before unlocking the door. Harry gives me a sincere smile before pushing past me in the bathroom. I close the door, giving him his privacy, and grab a blanket out of my bag. Im thankful Harry thought to bring at least one of my blankets.

I lie on the couch, covering up with the blanket, pulling it over my head. The pain hasn't eased up a bit since I told my mother I hated her, it's only worsened. Regret, I feel regret and guilt. To top it all off, I blame myself for the death of Ben. If it wasn't for me, he'd be alive right now.

"Bridge." I hear Harry call me and I hum in response. "It's getting late." He tells me and I pop my head out from underneath the blanket.

"What time is it?" My throat is dry and my voice is raspy. He glances at the clock.

"Ten." He tells me and I sit up, rubbing my eyes. How long was I asleep before we got here? I don't remember falling asleep.

"What happened?" I ask Harry, watching him sit down at the end of the bed.

"What?" He turns to face me, an eyebrow raised.

"After the chase. How did we get here? How long was I asleep?" I ask, many more question building up in my head that I choose not to ask.

"It only took us a few hours, considering I sped my arse off. Five at the most." He tells me and I push my eyebrows together, biting my lip. My mother and I use to come to Idaho every summer to visit my Aunt Jenny before she died due to kidney failure, and if I remember correctly, it took us about six- six and a half hours. I'm guessing since Harry drove here ninety-to-nothing, it cut off a whole hour and a half. Also, I slept for five hours straight? Normally, I sleep when I'm scared or worried. Therefore, it makes since.

"Are you tired?" Harry ask me. I shake me head and push the blanket off, it bunching up at the end of the couch.

"Are the cops still following us? I mean, like, can we go outside?" He chuckles and I furrow my brows.

"Yes, we can go outside, Bridge. We're not American Top Criminals." He attempts a joke and I roll my eyes.

"That was corny." He shrugs and wipes his palms on his jeans. I'm pull myself off the couch, deciding on getting dressed to go out, whether Harry would come or not. I need something to take this pain away, wether is alcohol, a movie, anything. All I know is I need a distraction.

"I thought it was pretty funny." I like this type of Harry. The playful one who makes corny jokes, while running from the law.

"Can we go out? I really wanna get out of this hotel room." He nods and I smile, a simple 'thank you'.

The clothes I pick out are a little more than my normal attire. These show more of my body than I'm comfortable with, especially going out into public. But, I put them on. A pair of blue jean shorts with white lace over the pockets and a purple halter top. I plug in my straighter, pulling my hair into a ponytail and straighten the hair that hangs out of it. Also straightening the little bit that falls in front of my ears. I keep my makeup simple; mascara, eyeliner, and base, with a little of this glitter stuff you out over your face once you're done. I smile at myself assuringly in the mirror, thankful the red of my eyes is hidden by the makeup. I turn off and unplug my straightener before leaving the bathroom, along with the light, shutting the door behind me.

Harry is dressed simple; white tee shirt and black skinny jeans. I smile slyly at him as I slip on my converse and grab the room key.

"Let's go." I tell him and head out the door.