We all sat down in a circle and they decided unanimously that I should go first since I was new. I decided to be a little mean.
"Harry, truth or dare." I grinned mischievously.
"Dare." he replied simply.
"Ok Mr. Styles, I dare you to flat iron your hair. Right now." I said as I broke into a fit of giggles.
Harry stared at me with a look of horror on his face but that's when he seemed to get an idea. " We don't have a flat iron here, so ha!"
I looked directly at him, "actually Hazza, we do. It's in my bag." I always had it with me because of my thick, wavy hair that went all over the place if it wasn't flat ironed.
"Fine." He pouted as the rest of the boys cracked up.
15 minutes later Harry's hair was completely straight and it was hilarious. He then sat down back in the circle and stared at me.
"Jean!!!" he whined.
"What Mr. Styles?" I laughed, wondering what he was going to try to do.
"Truth or dare?" he said in a mischievous voice a smile playing on his lips.
Not wanting to sound like a coward I replied cooly, "dare of course, what else?"
He laughed out loud, "alright miss flat-iron-your-hair, I dare you to make out with Mr. Malik here for 3 minutes."
My stomach dropped. "I-I can't."
Everyone's eyes were on me now.
Louis was the first to break the silence. "why not Jean?"
I whispered, "I've never been kissed and... I like someone else."
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Fanfiction"Seriously? All I have is $100 and my cell phone! How am I supposed to manage? Where am I supposed to stay?" I screamed into the phone. "I'm so sorry Jean, I have to go. Bye." And that was it, I was now officially broke and stuck in London for thre...
