Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 17

A/N: I'll say this before the chapter, I'm really sorry it took so long. I had so many good ideas and had a lot incorporated into this chapter and Wattpad deleted it ALL!! Pissed wasn't even the word for it. But, it's kinda good because I decided to wait for the little plot twist and made an even better idea out of it! Which, you'll see in the next few chapter.. maybe (: ☺️ Enough with me, here's Chapter 17. It'll be kinda on the short side, but it's just a little chapter! There will be another author's note at the end, if you don't mind reading. It's kinda a survey!

Harry's POV

Bridgette's hair is sprawled across the bed, her arms wrapped securely around the pillow and only one leg covered with the plain white sheets. Beautiful, absolutely breathtaking.

"Baby," I shake her awake. She rubs her eyes and sits up, groaning at me.

"I don't want to wake up just yet, come cuddle with me." She snakes her arms around mine and attempts to pull me down.

"We can't miss our flight," I chuckle and lift her off the bed. As her feet hit the ground she dramatically gives out, her body weight hitting me all at once and her arms fly around my neck. I stumble back a little, but regain my balance and wrap my arms around her, her head nuzzling into my neck. She nips at the skin and tugs at my hair, attempting to leave a mark.

I push her away at her waist a chuckle, a smirk left on her lips.

"Go get dressed you hormonal teenager." I tease. She sticks her tongue out at me and whips around, her direction towards the bathroom.

After waiting on Bridgette for what feels like forever, she walks out the bathroom. I intake a sharp breath and feel my eyes bug out on the damn dress she's wearing. It's a bright yellow and reaches a little higher than mid-thigh. Her hair is straightened down her back for a change and her makeup is darker than usual. Fuck, she looks sexy.

I stare at her ass when she walks pass me to throw some things in her duffle bag, and nearly lose it when she bends over. The dress comes up and I can see the band on her panties, the front of my jeans becoming tight.

"Stand up," I groan and push myself off the couch. As she does I snake my arms around her waist, flipping her around and smashing my lips on hers. It takes her by surprise and she laughs in the kiss, pulling away.

"What was that for?" Her minty breath fans over my face. I answer by closing the gap between us, my hands sliding down her back until they run over the hump of her ass, gently squeezing. She squeaks and cups my face in her hands, her tongue running across my bottom lip.

"I think we have enough time." She pants in my mouth. I know exactly what she's talking about and grab the back of her thighs.

"Jump." She does as told and wraps her legs around my torso. As I walk back I fall onto the bed, pushing the dress up to her waist. Her soft hands slide up my shirt. Her lips cup around my lip ring and she runs her tongue over it. Fuck, how does she do this to me?

I flip us over, my forearms holding my weight. My lips press to her neck, collarbone, jaw, then back to her neck. Gently, I bite and suck at the skin, attempting to leave a mark.

"Don't.. your.. mom. will.see." She pants and wraps her arms around my shoulders.

"Good." I whisper against her skin and kiss all the way down until I meet fabric.

"I want to taste you baby. Do you want that?" Asked I, her legs squeezing together.

"Yes!" She groans, exaggerated and needy. Fuck, I fucking love it.

I climb off of her and move to the end of the bed, grabbing her ankles and pulling her down to me. I bend a little at the knees and push her dress up a little more.