Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 22

Songs for the chapter are:

Voodoo Doll- 5 Seconds of Summer

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Harry's POV

The weight of Bridgette's head lies on my chest, her arm draped around my torso. Her hair is covering her beautiful face, and I gently push it behind her ear. Her chest lightly rises and falls.

She flutters her eyes and adjust her legs, which are intertwined in mine, before letting herself fall back asleep. I could stay like this forever, in this moment, and just say "fuck it" to everything else and "fuck you" to everyone besides her.

Memories of yesterday flood my mind. I'm sure she wants to talk about all the shit that's happened, and what I fucking told her. That was a big ass mistake, but she realized I wasn't using condoms and I didn't want her thinking she was fucking pregnant. She would've figured it out soon enough. What I've been hiding from her is when she'll leave, for good. All the shit she said last night isn't going to matter once I tell her. I'm fucking pathetic.

My phone buzzes on the table beside Bridgette and I reach over her to retrieve it.

*Did she tell you?*

I read the text message from Niall, pulling a disgusted face.

*What would she need to tell me? I'm sure you have some fucking explaining to do. So why don't you go ahead and tell me, and I can kick your ass now and get it over with.*

*You're sure?*

Smart ass.

*Yes I'm fucking sure.*

*She wanted me to have sex with her for money. I told her I was having a hard time with bills and she said she would pay me to fuck her.*

I tighten my jaw and glare at the girl lying beside me. This is fucking joke. A sick fucking joke. I push her arm off and untangle our naked legs, rolling out of bed.

"Harry?" Her groggy morning voice speaks, but I don't answer. I dress completely, without a word from Bridgette, and leave her in the room by herself.

Bodies are passed out on the floor of the fraternity house, music still lightly playing. Red cups are everywhere, liquid stains on the carpet. It smells of alcohol and men's body odor.

I close the front door behind me, and let my feet carry me wherever the hell they want down the sidewalk.

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Bridgette's POV

I've already used six different cell phones trying to contact Harry. Mine, however, hasn't been replaced.

I spot Kristen walking down the stairs, the same jeans and t shirt she had on last night. Her hair knotted all over her head.

"I have a killer headache." She groans, resting her elbows on the counter across from me in the kitchen.

"I'm surprised I don't have a hangover, I drank a lot last night." I tell her, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

"Word travels fast around here. Harry got his girl back." She laughs, picking at a fray in her jeans.

"I'm not his girl. Matter-of-fact, he left this morning without telling me where he was going." She raises an eyebrow at me and then looks away, as if she just remembered something important.

"He left this morning?" She reconfirms. I nod and lift myself onto the counter, crossing my legs at the ankle.

"So.. so did Jacquelyn. She told me she was leaving, but didn't say where or with who." Fury takes over my body and I clench the edges of the counter.