Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 25

Songs for the chapter are:

Shattered- O.A.R

Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol

Photographs- Nickelback

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Another sob falls from Emma's lips and I groan, applying base to hide the bags under my eyes from lack of sleep.

"Emma, please stop crying!" I plead more to myself than her, since she's only a baby. She pulls herself up with the side of the bathroom sink and when she removes her hands to reach up for me, falls on her bottom. Another shrill escalating through the small space, a shooting pain in the side of me head.

Instead of finishing my makeup so I avoid looking dead, I quickly rub in my base and attend to Emma. She finally stops crying when I pick her up, and I roll my eyes at how spoiled she is.

These last few days, Emma's been crying constantly. The only way she'll stop, is if either me or Kristen have her. I'm oblivious to what she likes, how she acts, or her normal behaviors. Therefore, this is very complicated for me.

"Bridge, come watch Nancy Grace with me!" Kristen calls and I giggle, but make my way into the living room.

She's plopped on the couch, feet resting on the coffee table with a bag of chips sitting on her lap as she pats the empty spot beside her. I let Emma sit on my lap while I watch.

Throughout the whole thing we make sly comments like, "I can't believe some people," and "why would someone do that?". I haven't paid much attention though, I'm too distracted by my thoughts. Why hasn't Harry called, or came after me yet? It's been a week since I caught him cheating, and the look of guilt on his face was enough to almost make me jump out of the car, rush to him, kiss him, and tell him I won't leave again. But, I can't promise that. I was falling in love with Harry, and I guess the feelings weren't mutual. I can't really sleep at night, not knowing if he's okay or where he's at. How is Anne? Is she still in the hospital? Does she know I still have Emma? It's strange to me how Chelsea just dropped her off and never came back. She's screamed for "mama" a million times since then. Thankfully, Kristen has a little sister she babysat a lot when she was a baby, and she knows how to do this, because I have no clue. I'm completely ignorant when it comes to raising a child. I've cried and begged God for him to come after me, but he hasn't, and it's killing me. I miss him, I need him. His hugs, kiss, breathes, everything.

Emma isn't interested in the show, considering she's fallen asleep and lightly snoring.I smile slightly at her, noticing how she sleeps just like Harry with her eyes open slightly at the bottom, just barely peeking.

Before Nancy closes the show she honors the men and/or women who have served the United States, and those who have lost their lives. As that time rolls around Kristen, considering we're in the UK, starts to shut the tv off but I stop her.

"And lastly," Nancy says, her expression full of lust, "another brave soldier who has lost his life fighting for our country." A picture of my father in his uniform pops up on the screen and it feels as if the wind if knocked out of me. "Charlie James, 1977-2014"

"Are you okay? Man, you Americans-"

"That's my dad," I cut her off, my mouth slightly ajar. I can't function anything, or process anything to say. It feels like the room is spinning around me.

"I'm so sorry, Bridge." She apologizes but I shake my head, as if to brush it off and stand up, cradling Emma in my arms. My eyes grow watery, but I push back the tears and hold the lump in my throat for when I'm alone.

"I'll go lay her down," I say and dismiss myself from the room.

I lay Emma down on Kristen's bed, tears freely falling down my cheeks. I sink down beside the bed, curling my knees up to my chest and lying my head down. Loud sobs fill the room. My thoughts are clouded, my heart filled with guilt.