Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 23

Songs for the chapter are:

Falling In- Lifehouse

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After breakfast Harry turns on a movie, that I have no interest in, but he seems to enjoy it considering he hasn't taken his eyes off the television. I grab both of our plates, that once was filled with bacon, eggs, and biscuits and stand up, his eyes now snapping towards me.

"Where are you going?" He pouts, grabbing my hand and attempting to pull me back down.

I giggle, "I'll be right back. I'm just going to set our plates in the sink." He slumps back and I hide a smile as I make my way into the kitchen.

My eyes venture through the window at the mess of tomatoes that still lay on the ground where Anne fell out. I just met her, and the first now I had a fight with her son and now she's in the hospital. Great.

All day, my heads been spinning and I've been nagging myself to know Harry's secret. As I do remind myself he'll tell me when he's ready, I still want to know now. It can't he worse than murder. He's a criminal, but at this point I don't care. If he's what I want right now, then I'll fight for him until there's no more.

"Babe," I hear him call from the living room and I smile. I could defiantly get use to this; Harry calling be "babe", sweet kisses, butterflies. It may not be what a relationship is normally like, but it's mine for the time being.

He joins me in the kitchen, and before I can turn around his arms latch around my naked waist and his head nuzzles in my neck.

"Why weren't you like this before?" I giggle. It's going to take a while to get use to this sweet, cuddly Harry. I've never seen this side of him.

"You weren't my girlfriend before." He leaves a kiss on my neck and I smile.

Even though he's being sweet and acting innocent, he isn't. Harry is a criminal, and he always will be. A snake will always be a snake, a criminal will always be a criminal.

I yawn, "can we take a nap? I'm getting sleepy." He chuckles and flips me around, his fingers playing with the tag on my panties.

"It's only two," as he says this he runs his fingers up and down my back, goosebumps raising on my whole body.

I shrug and lay my head on his chest, closing my eyes as if I was going to fall asleep on him. His arms latch around my thighs, and I wonder what he's doing for a second before he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.

"I'll carry you upstairs." We both laugh as he starts towards our room. I hide my face in his shoulder, trying to muffle my laughter but fail. He's laughing along as he carries my up the stairs and I hold on to him for dear life.

He kicks the door open with his foot, knob hitting the wall with a loud collision. After he lies me down on the bed, he closes the door and joins beside me under the blanket.

"Rest, beautiful." He leaves a chaste kiss on my lips before pulling me close and pushing my head down to lay on his chest. I oblige with no hesitation, a small smile set on my lips.

I feel the weight of his arm a little more as I notice he's fell asleep himself, and close my eyes, drifting off with the scent of him.

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When I awake and glance at the clock, it's only half past four. Harry has already left the bed, but soon rejoins me from the bathroom after a shower.

"Did you sleep good?" He smiles at me and pulls up on his basketball shorts.

"Yeah," but as I say it I feel the unfamiliar wetness between my legs, knowing exactly what it is. I curse under my breath and throw the covers off, rushing around the room to grab a change of shorts and panties, and my "bathroom bag".