"Let's play truth or dare." Steph says, sitting on the floor with a bowl of popcorn.
"Lame." Harry remarks.
"Then what do you want to play hot shot?" She snarls.
"How about shut the fuck up, I heard that game is a classic." He rolls his eyes and looks at the tv, flipping through the channels.
"Fuck off." She throws a piece of popcorn at him.
"Stop throwing shit at me!" He throws it back.
"Look who's grumpy." I laugh.
"I'm only here because I have a heart." He clenches his jaw.
"Yea, a cold one." I roll my eyes, laughing.
"You aren't funny."
"I am so, you just can't admit it because you have that badass image."
"No, you just aren't funny. Plain and simple."
"Shut up. Let's play truth or dare." I ignore his stingy comment on that and turn to Steph.
"Truth or dare?" I ask her.
"Truth." She smiles.
"Who do you like?" I giggle.
"Oh my god! Who do you like Steph?" Harry imitates a white girl.
"Shut up, I want to know!" I throw his black scuffed up boot at him.
He tosses it by the door and looks back at the tv.
"Ok who is it?" I continue with Steph.
"Nobody." She makes a disgusted face.
"Truth or dare?" She asks me.
"Dare."
"I dare you to sit on Harry's lap." She falls back in laughter.
"The fuck you are!" He scowls.
"Come here!" I tease.
/harry's pov/
Here it is. She fucking owes me. I act like I don't want her to, but the truth is I do. I want her on me so bad.
Her personality is shit, but ask any guy, she can make a man hard.
She trots over towards me, sitting on my lap, reminding me of my dream.
"See, that's not so bad." She laughs.
"Whatever." I roll my eyes.
"Why are you so grumpy? You have a girl letting you stay over and now she's sitting on your lap? You aren't happy at all?" She makes her puppy eyes.
"You decided to force me to stay over, make me come back, and I'm still waiting because you owe me! Not forgetting that no matter how many times you take me to dinner!" I blow up.
She scoots off my lap as quickly as possible. I let out a groan as I see her eyes tearing up again.
"I need to use the bathroom." She runs down the hall, not showing Steph I've made her cry.
She is a nice girl. I am mean to her, but if you fucking hit my car because you were drunk, you have another thing coming.
I just hate to see her cry. I've seen mum cry day after day, when my father was here, coming home drunk and screaming, breaking stuff, hitting us. She cried day after day after his death, which I don't like thinking about.
I hate seeing girls cry. I hate it with every bit of me. I'm over it. It brings back my childhood and I hate it.
"Sorry. Um, I think I'm going to bed." She looks down.
"What's wrong?" Steph gets up, walking towards her.
"I'm just tired." She lies. I can feel it.
"I'll come sleep with you." She smiles.
As they walk down the hall, Steph shoots me an evil look, mouthing
'Fuck you.'
"Not even on your birthday." I growl as they disappear through the hallway.
...
/ariana's pov/
I open my eyes to pure darkness.
"Steph?" I whisper.
"Hmm?" She mumbles.
"Where's Harry?"
"Sleeping I think." She turns over.
"I'm going to go check." I say and get up out of bed.
I walk down the hallway into the living room to see him passed out on the couch.
I grab the maroon blanket from the love seat, draping it over his slowly moving body.
His nose twitches a little, then stops. Relieved, I turn around and walk back down the hallway.
As I turn around I hear his voice:
"Ariana?" He whispers.
"Yea?" I turn around.
"Thanks." He halfs a smile.
"No problem." I go to turn around again as he stops me.
"Ari?"
"Yea?" I turn back around.
"Sorry."
"I appreciate that." I smile and walk back to my room, going back to bed.
I swear, when I told him I appreciated his apology, I saw a smile.
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