The guys had a group meeting today, something about discussing private matters that I wasn't allowed to know about so I was stuck in my bedroom. After a few hours, I grew hungry and decided to go downstairs to get something to eat. Zayn had left me his laptop so that I could watch movies for the time being, I've watched about three. I settle on a frozen pizza and just as I closed the fridge door Styles stood behind it.
His presence startles me, causing me to drop the box. "Jesus," I sigh, calming myself down as he stares back at me blankly.
"You really are scared of everything." He remarks, I roll my eyes and grab the pizza from the floor and put it in the microwave.
"I am not scared of everything," I defend. "Just some things." Didn't he have a so called top secret meeting with the rest of the guys? Why was he here bothering me?
"I want you to stay away from Zayn." He says. I turn to him with arms crossed as I waited for the pizza to cook.
Was he actually saying this? I tried my best not to laugh. "Sure thing, anything else?" I retort sarcastically. Who does he think he is trying to tell me what to do?
"I'm serious." He warns. "You're in a safe house not some fucking vacation." I furrow my eyebrows. "So whatever's going on between the both of you better stop."
This time, I force a small laugh. "You don't get to tell me what to do. Who I hang out with shouldn't be any of your concern." I remark, turning towards the microwave when the three minutes are up. I was about to grab my pizza when he stands in front of me and I stop in my tracks. When he walks forward, I walk back and hit the counter. His arms on either side of me on the counter, entrapping me with nowhere to run. He then proceeds to lean down to my level, our eyes meeting and I held my breath.
I kept my eyes on his green ones that were now dilated as if he was on some sort of drug, appearing much darker than they usually were but still remaining a pretty shade of green. His nose just inches away from mine, his scowl was softer as he looked at me, I was right where he wanted me. "It's for your own good, Birdie." He says darkly. He was so close I could feel his hot minty breath on my face making my eyes blink. When I don't say anything, he backs away probably pleased with my reaction. "Come to my room later on."
"What for?" I finally speak but he ignores me and leaves the kitchen. This was all too much to process. He was so bipolar I couldn't keep up with him. I let out a breath and the continuous sound of the microwave beeping brought me down back to earth.
This whole encounter left me so confused. Why does he keep calling me Birdie? And why does he want me in his room? Has he forgotten he kidnapped me and pulled a gun to my head?
Has the thought that he's completely deranged managed to slip his mind?
After a few more seconds of collecting myself, I grab my small pizza and head back upstairs to my room.
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"Remind me what the purpose of this game is again?" I say after Louis is done explaining it. We were seated on the couch, they had beers in their hand and I had a water bottle in mine.
He rolls his eyes.
"Truth or Dare. It's not science, Tina. You ask someone to choose between truth or dare. If they choose truth, they have to say something that is true, if they choose dare, you dare them to do whatever you'd like."
"It's basically an excuse to be a dick." Niall says, drinking from his beer.
"And that's fun?" God, I must sound like a fucking goody-two-shoes. I'm cringing.
"Of course it is. I dared Liam to lick the toilet seat last time." Louis chuckles making Liam groan.
"I would like to clarify the fact that I didn't do it." Liam says. "Besides, I am not a part of this. You idiots are supposed to be working."
"Anyway, who wants to go first?" Louis ignores Liam who walks away towards the kitchen. Niall raises his hand. "Niall, truth or dare?"
"Dare, obviously." He says smugly almost immediately making Louis roll his eyes.
"Fine, since you're such a little dare devil, I dare you to—" he trails off, looking around before a smirk made its way onto his lips. "I dare you to go inside Styles's room and grab that pocket knife he always carries around."
"I'm not doing that." He says. "Have you met the guy? Dude's a walking time bomb."
"Dare's a dare. You don't want to look like a pussy in front of Valentina, do you?" Zayn chuckles from beside me. Niall huffs in annoyance before standing up from the floor and slowly walks upstairs. "Should we wait for him?" Zayn asks.
"Nah, he probably won't even make it out of there." Louis says and we continue. "Zayn," Louis turns to him, Zayn takes a swig of his beer while looking at Louis, expecting his turn. "Truth or Dare?"
Zayn thinks about it before answering. "Dare."
"I dare you to give me your watch."
"I'm not giving you my watch, for the last time." Zayn chuckles. "Something else."
"Fine. I dare you to kiss Tina." Louis smirks making my breath hitch in the back of my throat. Louis snickers as he noticed my red face of embarrassment. Zayn looks to me, his smile fading as he stared into my eyes as if asking if it was okay with me.
Was it? Surely I was fond of him. This was so much pressure. Before I had any further chance to think on it, he was already leaning in, his eyes on my lips before they flicked to my eyes ever so softly.
His jaw clenches and I leaned further into him, pressing my lips to his. His hands on my cheeks, he guided my mouth along with his. His mouth tasted heavenly, with a mix of mint, alcohol and nicotine, his nose ring was cold against my skin and his tongue was warm against my lips.
"I said kiss not fuck." Louis laughs just as Niall was coming down the stairs. We both leaned back laughing at what had just happened, my face was red and this definitely sparked some kind of intensified liking towards Zayn. We play a few more rounds, I get dared a few times before my eyes caught a figure dressed in black, standing in the staircase, glaring at me.
It was Styles, nobody else notices him but me. He backs away and walks back upstairs.
i made this edit and i'm hella proud of myself :')
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Get The Girl [h.s] AU
FanfictionValentina, daughter of an Italian mafia leader sent out to be protected by Styles, a tenacious and irritable twenty-six year old, riddled with past demons and anger issues. Watch the truth unveil, all the while dealing with a love triangle, mood sw...