Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 14

The next morning I wake up with an extreme headache. After taking two Tylenol and a shower I put on makeup to cover up my hideous bruise. I raise my shirt up a little to look in the mirror, staring at the purple bruise across my lower abdomen and shudder. My fingertips lightly trace over the bruise, wincing at the pain.

I hear the springs off the bed and curse under my breath. Harry's awake.. yay.

I make my way out of the bathroom, a smile on my face like nothing has happened and greet him with an enthusiastic "good morning". He only chuckles and closes the bathroom door behind him.

I sit on the couch, flicking through the channels of the tv. An hour later Harry comes out the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. My mind floods back to memories of him teasing my by pulling the towel a little farther down until he pulled it off, a time when he would laugh about stuff and he wasn't so evil.

"Where do you want to go today?" He asks me, taking the towel off and slipping on a pair of boxers. I admit, I stared at his butt.

"I don't care." I tell him. Home; I say in my mind.

"We leave in a week, so get your shit together." He tells me. I immediately oblige.

I bend over to grab my scattered clothes and wince in pain, holding back the bile in my throat. Quickly, I stuff my clothes in the duffle bags, trying not to let the tears fall.

"Let me see." Harry tells me, my body shuddering under his fingertips on my waist. I slowly stand up, trying to ignore the shooting pain, and turn around towards him. I lift my shirt up, exposing the ugly, terrifying bruise to him. He runs his thumb over it lightly, his face hard as he pulls the lip ring between his teeth. If I didn't know better, I would say he truly was sorry.

He dips his head and whispers in my ear, "let me make it up to you." Hot breath running over my neck. I shut my eyes, wanting to shake my head. Whatever he has is mind isn't my type of apology.

"It's fine." I tell him. He lifts his head to look in my eyes but I quickly flick mine away from his, not wanting the see the permanent dark green they've become.

"I'm taking you out." He demands, his voice hard. I nod my head. He let's go of my wrist and climbs on the bed, his hands behind his head and legs crossed.

"But first," he smirks. "Strip for me." It feels like the breath is knocked out of me as I struggle to catch my breath.

"Harry," I try to argue but stop myself.

"Did you not hear me?" He hurriedly walks over to me and grabs a fist full of my hair, pulling me and punching my leg with his other fist. I push my lips together, squeezing my eyes shut tightly and conceal my cries of pain. I lower to the ground, Harry's fist connecting over and over again with my thighs. Tears stream down my cheeks and I cover my hand over my mouth.

"I'm sorry." I choke out through my staggered breaths. He untangles his fist with my hair as the tears flow down my cheeks.

"That's what I thought. Now get up and strip for me." He demands. His hand cups around my wrist and pulls me up into my feet. I conceal my cries of pain in my legs and stand up straight, pulling my hair over my shoulder.

He climbs back on the bed, same position; hands behind head and legs crossed. I take a deep breath and grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. My plain white bra is a little too big, making it fall down a little at the cleavage.

When I look over to Harry, his pants are tight in the front and I blush. Did I do that?

I unbutton my shorts and slowly slide them down my legs, trying not to hit my bruises. I fail and end up biting my lip to keep quiet, cursing in my head. I step out of the shorts and push them to the side with my foot, running my hands through my hair to push it off my shoulders.