Truth Or Dare (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Prologue

Prologue :

Everyone has probably played Truth or Dare once in their life. It can be a fan game with all your besties, getting to know all their secrets, embarressing moments, and getting them to do the most awful and disgusting things! But sometimes, that game can get out of hand and can cause a friendship to end. That is what happened to me, Aria Clarke. This is my not so intresting story about meeting my best friend's favortie boyband and having her hate me for the rest of her life.

I sat at the dining room table of Kyla's Martin's house. Kyla is my best friend, we have been ever since the beginning of second grade. We both lived in Miami, Florida and loved boys who had British accents. I was typing something on my laptop when Kyla came running into the room.

"I cannot believe you are going to London!" Kyla squealed leaping into a chair next to me. I chuckled a little and closed my laptop.

"Kyla, you have been saying that ever since I told you," I laughed.

"I am just calling you the luckiest girl in the world, Ms. Clarke," Kyla said in a fake British accent, "London is the best place in the world, One Direction lives there."

"Kyla, for the last time, I am not stalking them just so you can get a stupid autograph," I said. Kyla looked at me with puppy dog eyes, "Those don't work on me anymore. If you want to meet them, buy tickets to a concert or buy tickets to London so you can stalk them yourself."

"It was worth a try," Kyla mumbled. She stopped tallking in an accent and looked at me. Her blue eyes staring right into my brown ones. It was creepy, so I blinked.

"You are scaring me, Kyla! What did you do?" I asked crossing my arms.

"Nothing," she smirked rolling her eyes, "All I did was invite some people over for a slumber party."

"What?"

"I decided to throw you a 'Goodbye' party."

"A party? For me?"

"Yes, Aria! Who else?"

"Who did you invite?"

"Andrea, MacKenzy, Gabby, and Jenna. Some of our closest and bestest friends since the second and third grade!" Kyla exclaimed filled with excitement.

Okay, let me tell you a little bit about myself; I have brown hair, that is about four inches over my shoulder, brown eyes, and 5'6. My mother is a fashion designer, who is in Toronto, Canada for a fashion show and my father is a dentist. For my nineteenth birthday, my aunt Melinda bought me a plane ticket to London, England. She lives there and hasn't spent bonding time with me since I was eight, which was about eleven years ago. So that is pretty much it.....oh! I love British accents, if you haven't read the paragraphs above.

It was time for the party. It was 8 o'clock and we all sat in a big circle in Kyla's bedroom. I was staying with Kyla for the weekend and tomorrow morning her dad was going to drive me to the airport. My father was also on a business trip, like my mom.

"Let's play truth or dare!" Jenna suggested. Jenna has been my friend since the end of third grade, when she moved here from Atlanta, Georgia. She had red hair and bright green eyes.

"No, someone always gets hurt," Andrea, my other friend, said. Andrea was Kyla's old next door neighbor and one year older than us. She was visiting for the weekend and went to college in Tallahassee.

"That is because you guys pick awful dares and pick personal truth questions!" I said.

"Yeah, we do.....like last year when I dared Kyla to lick the toilet," MacKenzy laughed. MacKenzy was my height and had blonde hair instead of brown. But she had a green feather extenstion.