Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 10

"What did you want to ask?" He pulls his lip ring between his teeth, glaring at me with hard eyes.

"I told you never mind." He coldly spits, his teeth clenched together.

The elevator door opens and he attempts to walk out but I step in front of him, pushing against his chest, making him stumble back.

"Neither one of us are leaving this elevator until you tell me." I demand once the doors close again and cross my arms over my chest.

"I told you to forget about it, damn it!" Harry shouts, running a hand through his hair. My stubbornness is getting the best of me and I sit back on my hip.

"I already told you, Styles. Neither one of us is leaving until you tell me." The doors open again and I glare at him, daring him to walk towards the door. He doesn't and I wait for them to close again.

"Alright." He tells me after an awkward silent moment. He takes a deep breath, tugging at the end of his hair, his mouth opening and closing.

"Harry!" I groan. "Spit it out!"

"Why aren't you scared?" I freeze. What? "I'm mean, you should be trying to run away and get help, call the cops, do something besides hiding out with me. You could tell the police so many shit lies and get your way out of it so easily. You didn't run, and you've had so many opportunities. Why?" I open my mouth to speak but no words come out. I'm not sure why I stick around, I have no explanation.

"I'm not scared of you, Harry." Is what I say and he takes a step towards me.

"You should be terrified." He's close and his voice is low. My arms are still crossed over my chest as his eyes watch mine. "I'm not a good person, or pleasant to be around. Tell me, how come you're still here?" His mood swings are giving me whiplash, and I consider as soon as I get back in the motel room, turning him in. But I soon decide against it.

"I don't know." My stomach feels as if butterflies are flying around in there, an unfamiliar feeling. "I could leave." I tell him, aware of his facial becoming hard.

"Please, don't go anywhere." His voice is barely above a whisper and my pulse races against my wrist.

"I'm not." He wraps an arm cautiously around my waist and pulls me towards him. I've noticed the elevator has stopped.

"Kiss me, please." He begs, catching me totally off guard. Our eyes don't leave one another's and he slowly leans in towards me. His lips brush against mine and my stomach churns, in the good and joyful way.

He plants his lips on mine and the doors to the elevator open, causing up both to jump back as an elderly woman enters. He groans and crosses his arms over his chest.

"What floor are we on?" He asks, his voice hinting aggravation. I tell him the floor number and he pushes the button, the elderly woman also pushing the button on her floor.

He's quiet as the both of us enter the hotel room, and plops on the couch. His feet rest on the table and I pull out a water from the mini fridge.

"Let's watch a movie." He tells me, grabbing the remote and surfing through the channels. I take a seat beside him, also resting my feet on the table and read through the channels.

"Can we rent one?" I ask. "I'll pay" Since we've been here Harry has paid for everything and refuses for me to pay for anything.

"No." He says sternly and I cross my arms.

"Yes. I haven't payed for anything. I'm paying for a movie." I tell him, snatching the remote out of his grip. He snatches it back and when I reach for it he puts it under his thigh, making me groan.