First Love // H.S.

16

'Hey, let's play a game.' I suggest to Harry when we're done eating and walking through the streets.

'Oh, god. What game?' Harry asks.
'Truth or dare.' I answer.
'Okay, I choose truth.' He says.
'Are you a virgin?' I ask shamelessly. Harry starts laughing.

'Yes.' He answers then.
'Okay, if you say so. I'll have truth as well.' I say.

'Have you ever really liked someone before me?' He asks. I groan as I remember Max Fischer.

'Yes. Max Fischer, class one horny jerk. He was disgusting. At parties, he would make out with every girl that he saw, and I heard some interesting stories about him.' I tell Harry.
'Whoa, how old was he when you liked him?' He asks, full of fascination.

'He was seventeen, and I was fourteen.' I answer, chuckling in embarrassment.
'I assume he didn't try to hit on you?' Harry asks. I look away from him, down at my feet.

'He did! This is even worse than I thought. What a perv.' He exclaims.
'I know, that's why I find him so disgusting. He tried to kiss me at one moment, but I thought he was acting weird so I ran away from him. I never saw him again after that.' I tell.
'And he never called you?' Harry asks.
'Yes, he did, but I was scared of him so I declined all the calls. When I got older, I heard the disgusting stories about him, and that's when I was fully cured. That guy was a jerk, a perv and a player.' I tell.

'I must say that you seem to attract pervs and players towards you. First Max, then Jack. I wonder who's next.' Harry comments. I look at him with one raised eyebrow, slowly making the space between us bigger.

'No, no, I'm not a perv, nor a player!' He protests when he realizes why I'm acting like this.

'That's exactly what a perv or a player would say.' I comment.
'Yes, but were Jack and Max known in your family? Could you imagine how many times I would get killed if I ever hurt you, since your family is huge?' He defends himself.
'I'm just kidding, Harold. It's your turn, truth or dare?' I say, walking close to him again.

'Actually, I don't trust you enough to say this, but dare.' Harry answers. A sneaky smile plays around the corners of my lips as I look around the area. I see a couple walking a few feet ahead of us.

'I dare you to go to that couple and pretend you're that girl's boyfriend.' I say.
'No, that's cruel!' Harry protests while I laugh at myself.

'Dare is dare, Harold. Go on.' I answer.
'I'll do it if you stop calling me Harold.' Harry orders.
'Alright, Harry, go on.' I say teasingly.
'You're so gonna pay for this, Anna.' Harry answers. I stop breathing for a second when he calls me by my middle name.

'Consider that a taste of your own medicine.' He says teasingly, and he jogs to the couple a few feet in front of us. I subtly rush after him, and stop when I'm within the hearing distance.

'Georgia, what are you doing here with him?' Harry asks, exaggerating his British accent. I put my hand over my mouth to keep myself from laughing.

'Excuse me?' the girl asks, clearly confused.
'Who is this wanker you're with? You left my bed this morning without saying goodbye, and now you're with him?' Harry continues.

'Listen, dude, you got the wrong girl. Her name isn't Georgia.' The guy says.
'Wait, I know you.' The girl speaks up, looking at Harry. Harry glances at me, and I hold my hands half in the air to show him I have no idea.

'Do you know him? Jane, did you sleep with this guy?' The guy asks the girl.
'No, of course not! He's from that new band Simon Cowell made. I believe it's called One Direction.' The girl answers.

'What's a One Direction? Georgia, who is this wanker?' Harry protests.
'You're Harry Styles!' The girl exclaims excitedly.
'It was nice meeting you, Georgia, bye.' Harry says, and he rushes back to me.

'I hate you, Livvie, now go before they follow me.' He hisses to me while he grabs my arm and pulls me along with him.

'You were rude to Georgia! At least say it was a dare.' I protest while I make him stop walking.
'Okay, but you're gonna pay for this.' Harry answers, and he rushes back to the couple.

'Um, sorry about my behavior. It was a dare. I'm not actually like that.' I hear him say.
'Are you Harry Styles?' The girl asks.
'Um, yes.' Harry answers hesitantly.
'My little sister loves you! Can I take a picture with you for her?' The girl asks.
'Sure.' Harry answers. The girl takes out her phone and pushes it in her boyfriend's hand. Harry and the girl smile while the guy takes the picture.

'Thank you. You have an amazing voice, by the way.' The girl says, taking back her phone.
'Thanks a lot. Um, tell your sister I said hi. Have a good evening, you guys.' Harry answers, smiling kindly.

'Thanks, man.' The guy says.
'Good evening to you too!' The girl says. Harry holds up his hand for a second as a wave, and walks back to me.

'They were sweet!' I say.
'Of course they were, but you embarrassed me. Now it's my turn to dare you.' Harry answers.

'No, I get to choose between truth and dare. You don't pick for me.' I protest.
'You already used your truth.' Harry says.
'I didn't know we could only use it once!' I continue protesting.

'Well, now you do! So, I dare you to-'

'No, I'm not letting you dare me. You're gonna make me jump in the ocean, or throw my phone in front of a car.' I protest.
'Those are really great ideas, but it wasn't the dare I had in mind.' Harry answers.
'Then what is it?' I ask.
'You'll have to choose dare in order to know.' Harry answers. He has a sneaky smile on his face, the same I had before I dared him to go to that couple.

'Okay, I choose dare.' I say then, already regretting it.

'Alright, I dare you to...' He looks at me, the smile on his face getting bigger. 'Kiss me.' He finishes. I feel my cheeks burn up as the nerves rush through my body.

'I'd rather kiss a homeless man.' I answer.
'Okay, have it your way. Kiss that homeless man sitting there-' Harry points at the homeless across the street. 'Or kiss me.'

'You're evil.' I say.
'No, I'm not. Now, choose. Me or the homeless man?' Harry answers. He's still smiling.

'If you only knew how much I hate you.' I comment.
'Dare is dare, love. Choose.' Harry answers.
'The homeless man.' I say.
'Are you for real?' Harry asks surprised.
'Yes.' I answer. I step in front of him to make him stop walking.

'Go on, then. Kiss the homeless guy.' he says.
'Okay.' I answer. I lean in to his face until my lips are pressed on his. I pull back after a few seconds.

'Done.' I say.
'That wasn't the homeless guy.' Harry answers.
'Really? Oh, oops, I'm sorry. I must have mistaken you for a homeless guy. So sorry, I'll leave.' I tease.
'Don't even think about walking away, Livvie.' Harry warns, giving me a dangerous look.

'Or what? You're gonna-' He interrupts me by pressing his lips onto mine. I find myself immediately moving closer to him while he gently parts my lips and slips his tongue into my mouth. It feels different comparing to when Jack kissed me, in a good way. This makes the thing in my stomach flutter again, only magnified a million times. It feels amazing.

He pulls back after about twenty seconds, which is way too soon for me. Before he can fully pull back, I reconnect our lips and regain that amazing feeling.

'Okay, whoa.' Harry says when I finally pull back, making me chuckle.
'I think we should get back to the hotel.' I speak then, looking him in his eyes.
'I know, just one more time.' He answers. I chuckle again while we both lean in and reconnect our lips.