Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 31

Songs for the chapter are:

(I really can't think of any guys. I'm sorry! Lol.)

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The familiar house sits in front of me. The boards still sit in a pile on the left side of the yard, the old red brick walkway is still cracked, and the swing set still sits in the same place. I can only pray she's here and hasn't went to college, or maybe she's visiting. I knock on the brown painted door, nervously anticipating what is about to happen.

The door opens slowly and I'm met with a shocked expression on Amanda's face before her eyes water and she pulls me into a hug, my prayers being answered. My head rest on her shoulder, letting myself cry my heart out. I've missed her, even thought she can be annoying at times, she's my best friend.

"Is it really you?" She cries, speaking as if it's a figment of her imagination. I nod, her fingers wiping under my eyes to catch the tears.

"Where was he hiding you? I've missed you so much." We venture into the house and she shuts the door behind me.

"Actually, that's why I'm here." She furrows her eyebrows and I hear her mothers voice. With a nod of her head towards her room, I follow her into it.

It's still the same. A small twin bed in the corner, brown wooden desk, dresser, and a small closet. She takes a seat on the bed and pats a spot in front of her. I sit and we both cross our legs, making room for each other.

"I need a favor," I beg.

"Anything," she says. If she knew what I needed, she might not be saying that.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes while I speak. "Would you come to England with me?"

"What?" She shakes her head, adjusting her hair. "England?" I nod.

"I have enough money for my ticket, but you'd have to come up with about 900 dollars." Damn, that sounded better in my head.

"I don't have that kind of money, Bridge." She explains and I huff. I don't want to go alone. We sit in awkward silence for a moment.

"Wait, why do you want to go to England?" Amanda ask.

"I've been in England with Harry! I know, it's crazy, but I love him, Amanda. He's in jail and he needs me. He wrote me a fucking song. And I need Emma, I miss her so much and I need her." Tears threaten to spill out my eyes and I let them, knowing Amanda won't judge me, she's my best friend.

"Don't cry, Bridge." She sets her hand on my shoulder and wipes the tears under my eye with her fingers.

"Where am I going to get my passport?" She ask, and my eyes meet hers.

"But-" she cuts me off.

"I'm sure my mom will help me with the money. It's a lot, but I can do it, for you. I love you, and I can tell he means a lot to you." I reach across the bed and wrap my arms around her neck, holding her in my embrace. I've missed my best friend, and hopefully one day we can all be together. I miss my family, but it's not a family without Harry in it.

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I take the long way home, taking small steps and occasionally stopping to kill time. I pull the paper with the name of the jail out of my purse and dial the number on the back. Only to hear his voice would be enough to last me a few more hours before I go absolutely insane.

After three or four rings a female voice answers with her name and the name of the jail.

"Who would you like to contact?" She ask, my heart thumping rapidly against my chest as I speak his name.