Stranded

Chapter 28: Truth or Dare?

Erin’s POV

“Wanna play truth or dare with us?” Harry asked, sitting beside me, his hand resting on the small of my back, making chills ran up my Harry-sensitive spine. I felt my cheeks heat up, but luckily, the place is dark enough to conceal my embarrassment. I mean, everything is just new to me. No one ever touched me like this before. But who cares? I love the bizarre mixture of feelings I’m having right now.

“Um, sure.” I answered. I haven’t really played that game before so you could say I’m quite confused. “Um, how do you play it?”

“Seriously?” He asked, looking at me as if I was joking. I shook my head, making him do the same thing, but in disappointment. He lead me to the where the rest of us sat and motioned me to sit on the empty crate next to him but Niall pulled the crate away and sat on it before I could even take a seat. Liz took the last empty seat, which was a tiny log.

“Hey, where is she supposed to sit now? That was meant for her!” Harry protested, sounding very irritated, as he confronted Niall.

“She can sit on your lap, mate.” He replied, chuckling.

I gulped at the thought of what Niall said. Me? Sitting on Harry Styles’ lap?

“Can you? I mean, is it okay with you?” Harry asked, stammering as if I was a monster that could swallow him whole anytime. He removed his hands from his lap to make space for me to sit on. Nervous, I sat on one of his legs, trying not to put all my weight on him.

Seeing that everyone is set for the game, Louis moved his seat closer to the mat we laid on the said in order to spin the bottle. It stopped, the cap pointing to Angel.

“Angel, truth or dare?” Louis asked, giddy in excitement.

“Um, dare?”

Louis’ grin grew wider as he shifted his gaze to Zayn, who is currently physically present but mentally absent. “Make Zayn’s hair scruffy.”

I smirked, knowing that Zayn is very conscious of his appearance that he doesn’t want anyone to ruin his perfect quiff. Luckily, Zayn was still oblivious to Louis and Angel’s evil plan for he is too busy looking at nowhere as if he is reminiscing memories buried deep in the past.

Angel stood with a huge grin plastered on his face and made her way towards Zayn. Zayn jolted in surprise as her hands made contact with his hair, ruffling it like there is no tomorrow. Everyone laughed at the sight of his priceless facial expression. To be honest, I also felt a lot less awkward seated on Harry’s right leg.

“Why’d you do that for?” He asked, running his fingers through his hair in attempt to fix it, to put it back into his signature quiff.

“Sorry, love. It was a dare.” The mischievous culprit replied sassily, leaving Zayn confused and annoyed. Angel is not so much of an angel, after all.

She went towards the mat, spun the bottle and scurried back to her seat. Ironically, the next person to be contrived was Zayn.

“Wish me luck.” I heard Zayn mumble beside me.

“Good luck.” I ridiculed him, giggling. Harry flinched, cleared his throat and shifted on his seat for a bit, almost making me fall.

Angel clapped her hands, thankfully disrupting the weird atmosphere circling Zayn, Harry and I. Honestly, Angel looked so much like a circus seal, clapping and making a weird noise. Lea raised an eyebrow at her, giving her the impression to stop humiliating herself. She stopped, getting conscious, and began acting serious. Just acting…