Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 26

{WARNING: This chapter will be shorter than normal, but I have good reasons. And it's an early update, and I plan on updating this weekend. So, it's okay. Hah! Xx}

Songs for the chapter are:

She Wouldn't Be Gone- Blake Shelton

Fireproof- One Direction

For The Love of A Daughter- Demi Lovato (This song is kinda for Emma's POV, even though she's little and doesn't understand. I just thought it was cute because I'm a big softy, so.)

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Bridgette's POV

Hard lips smash to mine and my stomach twist in knots, along with my hands through his hair. I kiss him back, forcefully, but against my will. I crave him. I crave his full lips against mine, and his calloused fingers touching my skin. It's hard to deny him, but I stop my movements and attempt to push his off of me.

"Don't stop," he begs and presses his chest all the way on mine. As much as I want to kiss him back, I don't, but nudge him hard, making his hunch over in pain. I squirm away and run across the room, stoping when I'm all the way to the other side.

"No, Harry!" I shout, wiping away a tear.

"Bridgette, please." I shake my head, pushing him further and further out of my way, and out of my life. "Let me explain! If you'd give me only ten minutes you'd understand." He raises his voice slightly.

"Understand what? You cheated on me!" He huffs and his fist clench at his sides.

"She meant nothing to me. I still came home to you every night." Harry fights back, only infuriating me more.

"This isn't my home! You won't let me go home!" I scream loudly, but back down, afraid of waking up Emma. He shakes his head, chuckling a bit.

"What now?" I cross my arms across my chest, waiting for his answer.

"You had every opportunity in the world to leave, how could you not see that? You're so naive," I shake off his words because I know he's saying them out of anger.

"I did not-"

"Don't play dumb. Now that I bring it out in the open, you're thinking about all the times you could've ran away but didn't. Now, tell me, Bridgette, why didn't you leave?" I shake my head once again, brushing off his question.

"I love you." He repeats and takes a step towards me. My pulse quickens, even thought he's across the room.

"Don't say that." I plead, knowing I'll too weak and I'll give in to his game within minutes if he continues.

"Don't play innocent with me, you know you're going to give." He says as if he read my mind. With every word, he gets closer and closer. I step back until I hit the wall and I'm unable to go anywhere.

"I-I don't want to be with you, Harry. We n-never were real, all you t-told me were lies and I d-don't want that." The words come out as a stutter, my pulse threatening to beat out my wrist. Soon, he's close enough and he leans down, whispering in my ear.

"Lies?" I nod, forcing myself to keep my hands off of him. "I didn't lie when I told you I loved you."

"I know you don't love me. But, I love you, and that's why you have to go." He grimaces, both fist hitting the way with great force on either side of my head and I jump.

"Come with me." His voice begs, but his actions are teasing. Cold fingertips rub under my shirt over my bare stomach, to the end of my bra line and around my waist.