Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 21

Songs for the chapter are:

Criminal- Britney Spears

Alive- One Direction

That's What You Get- Paramore

A Drop In The Ocean- Ron Pope

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After another hour, or so, of the same game I grow tired, yawning before I sip at a cup of water. Niall's arm is lazily wrapped around my shoulders, and I lay my head on down on his shoulder. Another yawn escapes my lips and he chuckles, whispering in my ear.

"Are you tired?" I nod and sit up slightly, only to get comfortable. "We can stay here if you like. I don't really want to drive home drunk." My head snaps up when I hear someone clear their throat, my eyelids threatening to close before they meet Harry's. He's high, his eyes red and squinted.

"Can we go now?" My eyes never leave Harry as I slip the dress back over my head, standing up before I adjust it at the bottom. Niall notices Harry glaring at the two of us, and joins me at standing.

"Okay," he wraps an arm around my waist and leads me up the stairs. Niall opens the door to a small, vacant, room with only a bed and nightstand with a lamp sitting on top. He flips the light switch, the room dark for a couple of seconds before he turns on the lamp.

"You don't mind sleeping in the same bed as me, do you?" Niall ask and kicks his shoes off, pulling his shirt over his head at the same time. I shake my head, but begin to rethink this. I've never slept in the same bed as anybody else, besides Harry.

"I don't mind." I retaliate and bite my lip, slipping off my flat shoes. I'm not sure if I should take the dress off or not, but I quickly decide against it when Niall climbs under the covers in his jeans.

Slowly, I step towards the bed and push the covers back, climbing in. I'm a good distance away from Niall, who's back is facing me, and I turn the other way. Now, with our backs facing each other, it feels awkward. Just mere minutes ago we had our tongue down each others throat.

The bed squeaks, and I know he's flipped to face me. His arm reaches out and wraps around my waist, pulling me towards him. My pulse races as his hot breath fans over my neck, his lips placing small kisses there. My eye close, unsure of how I feel about this. The burn builds up in my stomach as his teeth nip at the skin. I shut off my subconscious telling me that Harry is waiting for me to come running back, he's waiting to catch me in his arms and kiss me in front of all his friends. But my mind knows it's all a show, all an act so I don't tattle on him. I know that once he gets what he wants, he'll push me off to the streets and I won't have anybody to catch me once I'm there, cold and alone.

Therefore, I lie on my back and push the back of Niall's neck down to connect our lips. Earlier's soft and sweet kiss is gone, power forced behind his lips as his tongue roams my mouth. His lips taste of alcohol. My hand push his shoulder back, making his fall against the bed as I climb on top of him, straddling his waist and closing the distance between us. His hands push my dress up to my waist, his fingers playing with the band of my panties. I'm not looking for this to go anywhere, but apparently Niall has different ideas. His fingers press to my clitoris, rubbing me softy. A low moan escapes my lips and I rock against his hand.

"Let me make you feel good," he speaks against my lips. I moan in response, but he takes his hand away.

"Make a deal with me," I don't open my eyes as my body freezes. "Don't you want your own place? You want to get away from Harry, right? I mean, he is a murderer." My eyes snap open, wide and full of terror.

"H-how do you know that?" I attempt to climb off of him but his nails sink into the back of my thighs, keeping me in place. I bite my lip to keep from shrieking.